A/N: I know it's been a while for this update but I will get back into this story. I have plans and everything :)

Not a long note or chapter, but I hope you like it and as always thank you for reading and if you have the time or inclination to review that would be brilliant.

Naomi

I pushed a strand of hair away from Emily's face as she lay beneath me and got her breath back. Her eyes were still closed so I glanced down at her heaving chest and murmured my approval.

"Ahem..."

My gaze flitted upwards and I smiled, "just admiring the view."

She smirked, "Hmm, funny how often the view is only from my neck downwards..."

"But..."

Emily placed her finger over my mouth, "even when we aren't having sex Naomi."

I snorted, "I can't believe I'm getting told off for finding you attractive."

She beckoned me with her finger, I leaned forward and she kissed me slowly. When we broke apart Emily gave me a broad grin.

"You know I'm secretly flattered right?"

"Just so long as we're clear, you're my girlfriend so it's allowed and I'm not a perv."

She nodded solemnly, "totally acceptable, expected even and you have my express permission to perv as much as you want."

I shrugged, "I'd do it anyway regardless."

Emily smacked me, "it's a good job you're gorgeous."

I kissed her again, "and an excellent lover."

Her arms wrapped around my neck, "a superb one, and as you keep making me tell you, I've never had finer."

My eyes narrowed, "I don't make you tell me, you can't seem to help yourself, especially in the throes of passion."

She actually started to giggle, cheeky cow. "If that wasn't so sexy I'd be offended."

"Honestly Naomi, sometimes I wonder if you were born in the wrong era. Who says throes of passion these days?" She said still smiling.

I checked my watch, "Me. But seeing as it's not appreciated I think I'll head back to work."

Emily pouted, "don't leave, please, I want some more passionate throes..."

I held up my hands, "if all I'm going to get is insults."

She wriggled her eyebrows, "what if I promise that definitely won't be all you get?"

"You, Ms Fitch, are a temptress." I responded.

Another giggle, "And you Ms Campbell are a Victorian, apparently."

I rose and sat on the edge of the sofa, "I wasn't joking, I do have to go baby, Mandy'll be tearing her hair out."

Now the pout and puppy dog eyes were out in force, "five more minutes?"

"Em you'll go out of business if we spend every lunchtime like this." I reasoned.

"It's not every lunchtime and I've hardly seen you apart from that, Danny is starting to think you've abandoned us." She replied.

I stared at her, "Danny thinks that or you?"

She looked away, "bit of both I suppose."

I sighed, "Em I'm sorry, but when Mandy says jump I have to ask how high and right now I don't think she's getting any action elsewhere so making my life a misery is her only source of solace. We can do something together tomorrow or Sunday, Dan can choose."

"Ok but he might be tired, not that he won't want to see you, but my Dad has got it into his head Danny's 'healthy lifestyle plan' can start. Personally I think he's using him as some sort of guinea pig for a child fitness regime that he wants to franchise." She said.

My brain took a minute to register the information, "So you're free tonight?"

She nodded.

"Fancy Uncle Keith's legendary pub quiz?" I asked.

Her arms folded, "So you can finish work on time when it involves Cook and Effy?"

Shit, that tone wasn't good, "No of course not. Obviously if Danny wasn't at your Mum and Dad's I'd still finish early so I could spend the evening with you both."

I held my breath as she paused, "hmmm, drunk Emily does like a good quiz."

Phew, "it's about time she made a welcome reappearance."

A look passed across her face, "how competitive are you at these things?"

I glanced at the floor, "I want to win... obviously... and a bit of competition is healthy isn't it?"

"I'll come to the quiz, but there's to be no repeat of the mini golf when, quite frankly, I would've happily beaten you to death. It's a nice, light hearted, fun evening. Do we have a deal?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll try..."

She shook her head, "Not good enough Naomi, three strikes and you're out."

At first I frowned and then my eyes widened, "You wouldn't."

"I mean it. If you get overly competitive, then you'll be going back to your Mum's... alone."

"You can't withhold sex, that's blackmail." I spluttered.

She gave me a thin smile, "I'm offloading Danny to my parents, I don't want to spend my evening with another child Naomi. Take it or leave it, your choice."

Hmmm, let me think, do I want sex or don't I? Not really a tough choice is it?

I smiled sheepishly, "Ok, you win, I promise to be on my best behaviour."

She smiled and dragged me back to the sofa. Let's be honest, I didn't even try to put up a fight.

"Just at the quiz Naomi, the rest of the night you can be as naughty as you want..."

Emily

I blinked a few times as we entered the dimly lit pub, it was the first time we'd been back since I publicly declared my love for Naomi over the karaoke machine. I was clearly on some sort of loved up drug that night because I hadn't noticed how grimy it was. Look I'm not being a snob, I meant it when I said I hated those shiny bars, but I wasn't a huge fan of your feet squelching or sticking to the floor either.

"You don't remember it being this bad eh?" Naomi said with a rueful smile.

I shrugged, "Is it that obvious?"

She nodded, "yup. It's not much but it's our local, we've been coming here since we were 14, it's like a second home."

"Then I'm sorry I was rude." I said slightly guiltily.

Naomi smiled, "we do realise it's a dive you know, but it's our dive."

She squeezed my hand and we scanned the room for Effy and Cook. I waved when we spotted them and a surprised look appeared on both their faces.

"Are you sure this is ok?" I asked.

"Leave the talking to me ok? I know traditionally were 'the three musketeers' but that was before I met you so now they'll have to accept D'artagnan has joined the quiz team." Naomi said as she led me over to the table.

"We thought you weren't coming." Effy stated as Cook shifted in his seat.

If I didn't know better I'd think they were the ones who were nervous, not us. They were both looking shiftily from side to side and Cook was jiggling his leg, which I'm pretty sure Naomi once told me was a sure sign he was guilty of something.

"Look, I know this is an age old tradition, last Friday night of the month is quiz night and it's only ever the three of us, no one else is allowed. But I'm with Emily now and Danny is at his grandparents so she can come out have a few drinks and relax without worrying about having a hangover. So just this once, will you make an exception, please?" Naomi pleaded our case.

"Suppose so, yeah ok..." They mumbled back.

Naomi stared at me in puzzlement, she clearly hadn't expected it to be quite that easy. We sat down and I glanced at the answer sheet. I smiled to myself as I noticed the quiz team name. I motioned towards it and Naomi looked down. She tutted.

"So I guess we have to come up with a new name eh?" She said pointedly.

I watched as Effy and Cook grew more uneasy.

"Emily, any good ideas?" Naomi asked.

I pretended to think, "umm, how about the four horsemen of the apocalypse, just off the top of my head."

Naomi nodded, "hmm, I like it, what about you two?"

Effy and Cook nodded sheepishly.

"Will you look at that Emily, it's already written on the sheet, maybe Effy's famous intuition told her you were coming after all?" The blonde continued.

Effy rolled her eyes, "oh for God's sake shut up Naomi, we didn't expect you to be here."

"Oh so the fact I might never find out makes it ok then?" Naomi countered.

Cook pointed at me, "You brought Emilio."

"Yes, but I asked first, I didn't do it sneakily." Naomi replied.

"What would have happened if we said no?" Effy challenged.

There was a pause as Naomi scrabbled around for an answer.

"Ha, that's shut you up hasn't it?" Cook said triumphantly.

"For fuck's sake can you put a sock in it." My twin said sharply as she placed two pints in front of us.

I looked puzzled, "How did you know we were here?"

She sighed, "The whole pub can hear these three bickering, it wasn't exactly a massive leap to guess if Naomi was here you would be too."

Matt placed the remaining drinks on the table, "hey guys, Effy said you were busy, which is why they needed Katie and me to make up the numbers."

"Did she now..." Naomi began until Katie interrupted.

"Don't start that again, a bigger team means we'll stand a better chance of winning, two heads are better than one and all that."

I was surprised to see Naomi still frowning, "do you want to tell her or shall I?"

Cook turned to his girlfriend, "Maximum team size is four, we can't be on the same side."

I hid a smile as Katie actually looked happy at this turn of events. Cook clearly had quite a lot to learn about my sister if he didn't realise the thought of a quiz of any kind was her idea of fun.

"What are you grinning about?" Naomi whispered in my ear.

I leaned over, "Katie absolutely loathes quizzes, apparently they're pointless, lame and for losers."

Sure enough my twin's next words confirmed it, "well I don't mind not taking part."

"Aw come on babe, there's no need for that, we can split in to two teams." Cook said in an attempt to change her mind.

Katie shook her head, "Honestly, I really don't mind, really."

"But that still means there's too many for one team." Cook pointed out.

"Er, if I'm ducking out then so are you. I'm not hanging around on my own like Billy no mates." Katie corrected.

Cook frowned, "But I love Uncle Keith's quiz, it's a tradition."

"Who's going to answer the sport questions?" Naomi interjected.

Effy snorted, "Cook knows fuck all about sport, Matt on the other hand is very knowledgeable."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Cook whined.

Katie turned his head so he was looking at her, "we can play pool or maybe we can find somewhere quiet and play something else, just the two of us."

Cook's demeanour changed and a big grin broke out on his face, "Can't stand quizzes myself. Let's leave them to it."

They got up, "Don't have too much fun without us."

"Thank fuck for that, they were making me nauseous." Effy said with a sigh once they'd gone.

"Why?" Naomi and I asked simultaneously.

The brunette waved her hand, "all the touching and they've got pet names for each other. Vile."

"Take note Matt, no PDAs and no calling her snookums." I said with a smile.

He tutted, "Don't worry, I worked that out the first time I tried to hold her hand and my arm was nearly ripped out of its socket."

Effy shoved him, "I wasn't that bad."

Matt rubbed his shoulder, "it's still not quite right."

"Shhh, I think the quiz is going to start." Naomi ordered.

I raised my eyebrow, "you've only got three Naomi, you really wouldn't want to lose one so early would you?"

She shook her head, "Sorry."

Effy looked at me strangely, "Care to explain?"

I smiled, "as we know winning means a lot to Naomi and sometimes her competitiveness manifests itself in a, let's call it, highly charged way."

Effy snorted, "Boiling rage might be more accurate."

"Anyway, to make sure we all had a pleasant evening without too many hissy fits I've told Naomi she's got three strikes and if she uses them all I'm not having sex with her tonight." I continued.

The brunette looked at Naomi who'd started to blush, then she began to laugh, "Christ I wish we had a carrot like that when we were younger."

Naomi glared at her, "not having sex with you wouldn't exactly have been hard would it? I mean I've lasted this long without any major side effects."

Effy smirked back, "maybe I should have agreed to have sex with you if you behaved yourself."

"Whoop de woo, what a great prize, still not interested." Naomi responded sarcastically.

"Maybe not now, but 14 year old Naomi was dying to jump my bones..."

"Oh look round one is about to start." Matt said in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

Naomi glanced nervously at me, "I didn't really want to sleep with Effy."

I shrugged, "It's ok if you did, it was years ago, as long as you don't want to do it now..."

She looked startled, "Of course I don't! I only want to have sex with you."

I brushed my lips across hers, "Good, because I'm whisking you away the second this finishes, as long as you've been good of course."

Naomi smiled, "I will be, promise."

I looked over to where Effy was shaking her head but smiling, "if only we had you as a secret weapon earlier, it would have saved a lot of pain over the years."

I laughed and winked at Naomi, "come on let's get on with this quiz."

Naomi

I drummed my fingers against the table and remembered what was at stake before I counted to ten. I'd done pretty well up until now, I'd even relinquished the pen so Matt could write down the answers. Effy had really enjoyed making me do that, in fact she'd enjoyed doing quite a few things that she knew would seriously wind me up, knowing full well Emily's threat would make me think twice before I made a fuss.

The only time my frustration boiled over was when Emily loudly gave an answer to Matt, before I could stop myself I'd hissed at her to keep her bloody voice down and not give the other teams a helping hand. I inwardly groaned when she kissed me to make sure I remembered what I'd be missing and when we broke apart she calmly informed me that was strike one. I'd been on my best behaviour since, but it hadn't been easy and was taking quite a lot of strength to keep calm.

Look I know I'm competitive but it's not as simple as it being about winning, I don't like things being unfair, which is why I was in my current predicament. I closed my eyes and pictured Emily naked on her bed. Hey, we all have coping mechanisms, this happened to be mine, although while it did make me less likely to go into a rant it did have the disadvantage, if you can call it that, of getting me worked up in other ways.

She was smiling at me when I opened my eyes again, "I don't need three guesses to work out what you're thinking about when you drift off like that."

Effy snorted, "everyone in the pub probably knows exactly what mental image is in her head, it's written all over her face."

I shot her a look that was the visual equivalent of fuck off.

She smiled slyly, "next round's getting marked Naomi..."

I dug my nails into my palms.

Terry began, "ok folks, round six, who were the famous five? Julian, Dick, George, Anne and Timmy the dog."

Someone called out, "We got the kids but said Tommy for the dog, half a point?"

"Alright, if you got most of them have half a point."

I thought about letting it go, but I had another strike before it was curtains so I could risk it couldn't I? I got up and went over to Terry.

"What is this half a point shit? Either it's right or it's wrong. You asked for the famous five, not a few of them, it's a point or nothing."

He rolled his eyes, "Naomi..."

"I'm just saying. Either you get it right or you don't." I stated.

He tapped the microphone, "ok people, Naomi, as usual, has pointed out it's either correct or it isn't, so no half points."

There was a collective groan from the crowd as I sat back down. Emily stared at me and I shrugged, "it isn't fair and ok that's strike two."

She smiled, "actually I agree with you, so no strike."

I grinned, "so I'm still on a promise?"

She winked, "most definitely."

We made our way through marking the rounds and I congratulated myself on my restraint, I even conceded to Matt when he said one of the pictures was Sigmund Freud and I thought it was Alexander Graham Bell.

Terry lined up the next answers, "question 30. 'what animal would you turn into if you were suffering from lycanthropy? You'd be a werewolf folks."

"Does wolf count?" The person marking our sheet asked.

"Nope, werewolf." Terry answered.

"Err, they don't exist. Werewolves are imaginary. Wolves are real." I said incredulously.

"Naomi, it's the answer I have on the sheet."

My nostrils flared, "what? Even if it's wrong?"

Terry looked around the pub, "what do you think? Apparently I have to stick to the rules but not when our little blondie disagrees."

Someone shouted out, "Can't have it both ways darlin'"

"No point then." Terry said smugly.

Emily leaned over and kissed me, bollocks. "Strike two Naomi, be careful babe."

Even though there were other things I could have argued against I stayed silent. They totted up the scores.

"In third place, it's quiz or die, probably not your best bet eh?" Terry announced.

"Second is the four horsemen." He continued as I scowled.

"Finally by one point it's quizmasters. Congratulations."

My face contorted, "one point, one fucking point. I told you it was Bell, but none of you listened, you all thought you knew best. Well cheers for ruining my night."

Emily shook her head, "that's three Naomi, now both our nights are ruined, well done."

All the fight left me, "Em, I'm sorry, please baby, I didn't mean it."

Cook walked over and sat back down, "trouble in paradise?"

Emily sighed, "I gave her three chances..."

Cook grinned at me, "don't matter, in a few weeks we'll all be lubed up and in the sun, it'll all be forgotten when you see her in a bikini."

"What?" I asked.

"The holiday? Don't tell me you ain't looking forward to it." He added.

I turned to Emily, "you're going on holiday? Why didn't you tell me?"

Cook looked puzzled, "we're all going away aren't we?"

Emily looked sheepish, "Danny wanted to ask you..."

"Ask me what?" I queried.

Emily bit her lip, "My parents have hired a villa in Ibiza, they do it every year, normally it's just family but this time they wanted us to invite you and Cook as well."

"Do you want me to go? It's ok if you don't." I stated slightly bitterly.

Emily cupped my face, "I'd love you to be there and I was going to ask, honestly, but Danny was so excited about doing it."

I smiled, "I'll check with Mandy next week but I do have holiday to take."

She smiled back, "if you can't go we can do something else, the three of us..."

"Em, it'll be fine, I'd love to go on holiday with you and Danny."

She exhaled, "let me know about work and I'll book the flights. Shall we go home?"

I frowned, "I thought I was banished? Three strikes and all that."

"Maybe one got cancelled because I wasn't up front about the holiday?"

I was still puzzled, "but you made it clear..."

Emily shook her head, "Honestly Naoms, sometimes you're your own worst enemy. Do you want to go to your Mum's?"

I shook my head.

"Would you rather come back to mine and have wild rampant sex?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Then I suggest we call a taxi..."