A/N: Trying a style of writing that I'm not used to. I also know next to nothing about the way the British government functions so I'll do the best I can. I did do a bit of research, but yeah. So I'll try not to get too deep into that so I don't royally cock it up. And yes, I'm aware I'm being a tad stereotypical of the Irish, but I've got Irish in me too so piss off. xD Anyway, leave a review and let me know what you think!

::Naomi::

DAY ONE

I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.

I hate my job.

I thought that being head of the British government would enable me to actually make some change, to back up everything I planned to do back in college, and in university. Yeah. Not so much. Not to mention the extensive security detail assigned to me. Comes with the times, I suppose. Sure, the house is nice, the money is nice, people listening to what I say is nice (whenever they do listen).

Okay, so I don't hate my job. Most of the time. Fuck knows how I ended up as a politician, though.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not good to be on top. Better than on the bottom, certainly, but not on top. I almost resent accepting the invitation for the position now. I should have stayed in Africa.

There are countless papers scattered across my desk, the words of each and every one blurring together until it's just one big black mass of ink across the pages. I put my head in my hands some half hour ago and haven't moved an inch since. It's starting to hurt, actually. I sit up and stretch until my vertebrae pop and crack my neck painfully. I go about organizing my desk, sorting the papers I still need to look over into one pile, ones I've looked at in another, and ones that require my signature in a third. It doesn't look like I have nearly as much work left to do as there really is. I can clearly see the picture of my fiance and I now that it doesn't look like a hurricane blew through my office. There's another picture hidden around here somewhere, buried in one of the drawers of my desk, but not of Rinry (that would be my fiance). In fact, if she ever saw this picture I might as well pack my bags and leave. But forget that, I never look at it. It just sits there in whatever drawer I shoved it into when I moved all of my stuff in.

A quick check of my watch forces me to try to remember if I dowsed off at all during that half hour I had my head in my hands, because I'm still here and it's way later than it should be and I wonder why the hell no one had come to inform me that it would be best advised if I went to bed because I have a nice long press conference at 8AM. Then I remember that the last person who did that got a nice bitching at because I was busy and in an irritable mood.

Fuck. I have a press conference tomorrow and it's quarter to midnight.

If that's not a jolt back to reality, then I don't know what is. I'm out of my office in a flash, darting back in when I'm already halfway to the kitchen and realizing that I left my jacket across my chair and forgot to turn off the lights. Good going, Naomi. Rage about cutting down on the energy people produce and forget to turn the lights off when you pass the light switch on your way out the door. Anyway, into the kitchen I go, because all that work plus however long that possible nap was really takes a lot out of me. And some chocolate sounds really good right now. Maybe some wine. No, scratch that. Vodka. Do we have any vodka?

A thorough investigation of each nook and cranny of the kitchen reveals no vodka. I'll have to tell someone to get some. Or buy some myself. Yes, buy some myself. Since when the fuck do I need anyone to do anything for me? This house is huge and practically everyone is gone, now. Rinry's off at some convention for nerd the likes of which JJ would probably organize and I'm stuck here missing her, wanting a drink and bored out of my mind. With a sigh I meander up to my bedroom, wanting nothing more than my warm bed and possibly a bit of mindless telly. Plus, Rinry's got a secret stash of good ol' Irish whiskey somewhere in our kitchenette. God, I love that woman. Now, I just have to find it...

It's later when I'm curled up in bed, pleasantly drunk and watching telly when an advert pops up for Cyprus. I perk up instantly. Beautiful county; I'd visited it a few months after I'd returned from Africa. When was the last time I went on holiday? Fuck me, I can't remember. Without a second of hesitation, I pick up the phone on my nightstand and call Miranda, my secretary. I'm surprised she's awake, to be perfectly honest.

"Is everything alright, Miss Campbell?"

"How booked is my schedule for the next two weeks?" I can hear her moving around and pages being flipped rapdily.

"Just the press conference tomorrow and a few meetings, why?"

"Cancel everything. Except the conference tomorrow. And book Rinry and I a plane to Cyprus and hotel for the next week and a half."

"Are you sure that's... wise, Miss Campbell?"

"The leaders of countries need a holiday as well, Miranda, and I haven't been in two years. I'm well within my rights to take one, I think." She chuckles.

"Consider it done then. I'll fax you the details?"

"Thanks, please do," I tell her.

"Is that everything?"

"Yes. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Miss Campbell." Down goes the phone, up come the blankets. This bed's quite lonely without Rinry, but I'll manage, I suppose. Rather cold, as well, but I'm too lazy to get up to check the thermostat. It's been a long day after all. And with that thought, I promptly pass out.

I don't think there's a sound on this earth more annoying than that stupid bloody alarm clock of mine, which, despite being constantly abused by my fist, has yet to stop functioning. And thus begins the dreary routine of making myself looks even remotely presentable. I'm only twenty-six. The amount of effort this takes is ridiculous. But I do it every day, and ten minutes later with a steaming cup of coffee in my hand, I'm ready to face the press and all the questions about various reforms and criticisms about how I'm too young to be running the country. Obviously, the Queen thinks otherwise, so those tossers can go fuck themselves. Well, aren't I in a cheery mood?

Two hours later and I have a headache and am in desperate need of a drink. As I step out of the conference room, a small figure tackles me and starts peppering me with kisses. Initial reaction: what the fucking fuck. It takes me a few seconds to realize that the tiny arms around my waist and dirty blonde hair in my face belong to Rinry. I tilt my head down to kiss her, my surprise momentarily replaced by happiness.

Rinry's gorgeous, it's as simple as that. Her hair is short-ish; it only hangs a bit past her jaw, but it's long enough for me to tangle my fingers in. Compared to me, she's short, but I'm tall. She's average height, I suppose. Her eyes are this bright hazel and even the rectangular shaped, black-framed glasses she wears don't diminish their brilliance.

Oh, and her body is fucking amazing.

I'm well aware that the businessmen and politicians streaming out of the room are staring at Rinry and I snogging against the wall, but I haven't seen her in a week and I grew out of that awkward no-PDA phase I'd been stuck in during college about a year ago. The entire country knows I'm a lesbian anyway, so fuck trying to be subtle.

"I didn't expect you until later," I say once Rinry stops attacking my lips long enough for me to get a sentence out.

"I thought I'd surprise you," she responds, kissing the underside of my jaw. "How was your week alone?" I groan and rest my head against the wall as I link my fingers together against the small of her back. We're alone now, for the most part.

"Horrible. Remind me why I became a politician again?"

"To finally make all that change you're always banging on about happen."

"It's coming along so well," I retort, sarcasm thickly lacing my tone. "How were the States?"

"Lovely," Rinry says, pushing off of me and holding my hand. "But I missed England. And you. And now I plan on ravaging you alllll day long. As long as you're free, of course." Her voice sends a shiver down my spine. I cock an eyebrow, glancing at her as we walk.

"I am, but I'm afraid we haven't got time, love. We need to pack for Cyprus." Her face lights up. She's been telling me since I met her back in uni how she's always wanted to visit Cyprus.

"Really? For how long?"

"Eleven days, about. I think. I don't know, Miranda set it up." I tug her to a stop by my office top pop in and snatch the paper sitting in my fax machine. I wave it in front of Rinry's face and she snatches it out of my hands, following me up to our bedroom. I pop a couple painkillers to combat the nasty ache behind my temple and then rummage around in Rinry's closet for the luggage. It nearly hits me on the head as I yank it off the top shelf. Thankfully, Rinry and I can both fit everything we need in one bag. Within a few minutes, Rinry has piled her clothes onto the bed before pecking me on the cheek and vanishing into the bathroom to collect our toiletries.

I've managed to settle into the domestic life pretty well, I reckon. Whod've thunk it?

Rinry manages to stay true to her word and when Miranda comes up to tell us it's time to go, I'm in the middle of having my shirt removed for the third time since Rinry and I finished packing. I smack her hands away and button my shirt back up. As punishment, Rinry spends the entire car ride to the airport stroking the inside of my thigh. Thankfully, she hates flying so I manage to coax her into falling asleep before I drift off, too.

My first thought stepping off the plane is "fuck, I missed this island." I came here almost straight after I returned to Bristol from Africa. The soft, white beaches and warm waters had helped combat the psychological scars inflicted during the three years I spent in the war-torn land. I'd spent a month here before returning to England for university. I take a deep breath of the fresh air and sigh happily. Rinry squeezes my hand.

"Wow," I hear her mutter. I nod in response and pull her along behind me.

"Come on, I want to drop our stuff off and go to the beach. Fuck me, I needed this holiday."

Oh, Cyprus, how I've missed you.

Rinry's overjoyed and so excited that we're barely in the room five minutes and she's got her bikini on and is tugging on my hand. I make her layer sunblock on my back for me, because I don't plan on spending my holiday looking like a lobster. Rinry, however, will end up with an impressive tan that I'll appreciate for the few months it'll take to fade. Which is surprising, since she's paler than I am. And Irish. Ten minutes later and we're out of the room, each us us carrying a towel and sandals.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," I wonder out loud as we spread out towels out on the sand along a quiet stretch of the beach. Rinry grunts in response and immediately flops down on her stomach. "Don't let yourself burn," I warn her. She waves my concern away with a flick of her hand. I sit on my towel with my arms wrapped around my knees and watch Rinry's shoulders move as she breathes for a few minutes, feeling more relaxed than I have in months. The water is calling to me. Touching Rinry's shoulder-blade tenderly, I push myself to my feet and wander down to the ocean, letting the crystalline waters lap at my ankles. The cool water feels amazing on my heated skin. I close my eyes and tilts my head back to let the sun beat down on my face for a moment before gazing out into the sea.

There's a small, redheaded (I think) figure a few yards out, swimming in the waves. I watch them with a smile on my face as they drift closer to shore. As they grow nearer, I realize that it's a woman, who's hair is red, although I wouldn't have been able to tell were the sun not shining on it.

Our eyes meet (to be expected, since we're the only two people in this part of the ocean) and hers look so familiar that I think my heart stops beating for a second (not expected). She must recognize something as well, because she suddenly stop swimming and her jaw drops. The result is a wave clobbering her in the back of the head. I can't help but snicker as she comes up spluttering and flailing her arms about. Our staring match continues when she clears the water from her eyes and I can just make out her brow furrowed in concentration.

There's something very familiar about this girl, but I can't quite place my finger on it. Maybe she was in one of my courses at school. We probably went to university together. Something dawns in her eyes (recognition, maybe?) and she begins to swim towards me, but then Rinry appears behind me and lays her hands on my hips, kissing my shoulder. The girl in the water stops again and then abruptly changes direction, heading towards the more crowded part of the water. I frown, watching her retreating back in confusion.

"Let's go for a swim," Rinry mutters against my shoulder-blade. I nod absently and let her pull me into the water. It doesn't take much for her to draw my attention away from the mysterious redheaded swimmer and soon I'm laughing and smiling as we splash each other and kiss in the blue sea.

Rinry's desperation to get my clothes off and pin me to our bed almost makes us late for dinner and I'm still flustered by the time we get down to the hotel's restaurant. Rinry's just smirking at me and I know she's not finished with me yet (that girl's sex drive could rival Cook's, fucks sake), but I'm hungry and that's more important than sex at the moment. I'm dying for some salmon. So that's what I order. That and a glass of red wine, because this place is a bit too fancy for drinking anything else. I'll save the vodka for back at the room.

It's times like these I really miss university. All the drinking and the drugs and the clubbing almost every night. Good times.

Rinry's slipped her foot out of her heel and is sliding it up my calf. It's distracting. I shoot her a pointed glare across the table and sip at my wine. She simply smirks back and raises an eyebrow. I sneer at her. She rolls her eyes and picks at her salad as the waiter sets one down in front of each of us. I push my plate across the table and roll the tomatoes in my salad onto hers before replacing my plate in it's proper place in front of me. Rinry still hasn't moved her leg. I'm going to murder this girl. I almost choke on my wine as her foot moves closer to my thigh.

"Rinry, cut it the fuck out," I snap. She rolls her eyes again and sighs but moves her foot and I hope that she's put it back into her shoe, because I don't trust it otherwise. Rinry's pretty good at dealing with my bursts of bitchiness, and usually calls me out on them, but we're at dinner so she's holding her tongue. Which she'll probably use for other things later. I squirm slightly in my seat.

"Thanks for deciding to take this holiday. I can't wait to tour the island," Rinry begins as a conversation starter. I'm paying more attention to the hums of quiet conversation around us then to her though and concentrating on the mouthwatering salmon that has just taken the place of my empty salad plate. This place is fast. I love it. Rinry kicks me beneath the table. "Naomi."

"What? Sorry. Yeah, island tour. It's lovely," I reply quickly, still too focused on the seafood in front of me. Rinry is scowling at me. "What?" I ask, wondering what I did wrong.

"Pay attention to me." I frown back.

"Do you know when I last time I had decent seafood was? Not since that trip to Italy last summer. All I've had since then is shitty, greasy fish and chips." I wave my fork at her threateningly. "Don't expect me to pay attention to you when this delicious morsel is sitting on my plate waiting to be consumed." Rinry's laughing now and lets me tuck into my salmon in peace. I can't even pronounce what she ordered, but it certainly doesn't look like anything I'd ever eat, although she seems to like it enough.

"What's your favourite place here?" Rinry asks when I'm halfway through the fillet on my plate.

"Petra Tou Romiou," I respond without hesitating. She gives me a confused glance. She looks rather lovely tonight, with her hair actually combed through for once. No, focus, Naomi.

"And that's..."

"Supposedly the birthplace of Aphrodite. I don't really believe the legend, because that's what it is, a legend, but it's especially beautiful at dusk and the waters are a tad rough, so there's usually no one swimming. I almost smashed my head in once trying to swim there, but the tides were choppier than normal."

"So you're going to take me there?" I nod.

"Are you going to order dessert?" Rinry laughs.

"You really do have a one track mind, don't you?" I look up, raise an eyebrow and shrug.

"I guess it makes running the country easier."

"I guess so."

Keeping Rinry's hands off of me in the elevator is an arduous task. Somehow I manage it. It is rather romantic, making love in this huge hotel bed with the door to the balcony open and a gentle sea breeze cooling the sweat on our bodies. Rinry is an amazing lover, she really is. Fuck knows she can make me tremble like only one other person ever has. I shake my head and cling to Rinry's shoulders and then scrape my fingers through her hair. She's murmmering in my ear, but I can't make out what she's saying. So I concentrate on the feeling of her body writhing against mine and whisper that I love her into her mouth.

Rinry decides to go for a walk on the beach while I opt to visit the bar downstairs. This place is classy, much nicer than where I stayed the last time I was in Cyprus (and that place was pretty damn nice). The bar's crowded, but not overly so and there's a piano being played in the corner accompanied by a woman's vocals. Something about her voice is vaguely familiar, but I disregard it and push my way to the bar.

"Vodka tonic, please," I tell the tender and turn away to lean back against the bar on my elbows. A couple of the men are giving me heated looks (can't blame them, really, since this shirt and skirt is more suited for clubbing) but if any of them recognize who I am they don't say. I let my gaze wander over to the piano and watch the vocalist. The lights focused on her make her hair almost burn, it's so bright. I frown. Our eyes meet.

Holy. Shit.

You're fucking kidding me.

Karma, I don't know what the hell I did to earn this, but you're a cunt and can fuck right off.

Wait, I don't believe in karma. Fate, then. No, I don't believe in fate either. Fuck.

The song finishes and the woman steps down without a word and begins to weave through the crowd. Towards me. Shit. I down the drink by my elbow and order another. I'd leave, but she's already seen me and I won't be caught sneaking away like a coward. I'm not that person anymore.

Okay, maybe I am, just a little. Okay, a lot.

She's before me now, in this gorgeous black evening dress that fits in all the right places (Katie would be proud, because fuck me, her tits look mint) with her crimson hair falling around her shoulders and over one of her eyes in a way that really shouldn't be sexy to me but totally is. Eyes. Her fucking eyes. Wide and dark and full of shock, but her brilliant smile is genuine. Where the fuck is my drink?

"Naomi!" she says cheerfully and Jesus Christ her voice is still deep and husky and... the drink appears, down my throat it goes. It take a deep breath before fixing a smile on my face and turning back around to face her.

"Emily." Fuck my stupid unsteady voice. Get a grip, Campbell. "Hi." Lame. Her face lights up anyway.

"Hi." She gives me a once over and I have to repress a shudder. You've got a fiance, Campbell. Stop it right now. Fighting a losing battle here! "I thought I saw you, on the beach." Her voice raises a bit at the end, like she's not quite certain it was me. I nod, though. Could her smile get any wider? Fucks sake, I miss my secret stash of vodka and spliff.

"Yeah, that was me." Again. Lame. What the fuck, Campbell. She's only your ex. Just because you're in love with her... wait. What? Were. Were in love with her. Jesus, must be the alcohol. Emily nods and takes a seat next to me. Ordering an appletini in 3... 2... 1...

"I'll have an appletini, please." Score. Wait. No. I shouldn't remember that. Fuck! She's still smiling at me, pushing her hair out of her face. "Who was that girl with you?"

"What gir-? Oh. That's. She's just a... she's my fiance." That's right, Naomi. Fee-an-sayyyy. Something in Emily's eyes dims, her smile fades the slightest bit.

"I heard you'd gotten engaged," she says, but her voice isn't quite as cheerful as it was before. Why the hell do I notice this!? This topic of conversation is uncomfortable.

"What are you doing in Cyprus?" I blurt out. She takes a delicate sip of her drink as it's set in front of her. I find my gaze drawn to her lips. My body warms slightly. Shiiiiiiiiit.

"What are you doing in Cyprus?" she fires back. "Don't you have a country to run?"

"I asked you first."

"Katie said I was working too hard, so she paid for me to come here for a few days to 'relax'."

"And I needed a holiday as well."

"Well then," Emily states and that's it. I try to find something to talk about, looking everywhere but at her. Piano. Right.

"I didn't know you could sing," I comment in what I hope is a casual manner.

"Yeah. I don't much. Just in the shower, really. But I knew the songs being played and when I started singing along the pianist asked me to the stage." She looking me over again. It shouldn't be making me squirm, but it is.

What the fuck am I getting myself into?

"It sounded beautiful." Emily blushes and stares down into her drink.

"Thank you," she says modestly. I'm watching her mouth again. I wonder if her lips are as soft as I remember.

Uhm, what the fuck, brain?

"I should, uh, go. Rinry'll be back soon," I stammer weakly. Emilys expression drops slightly again. "It was great seeing you, Emily." I stand and turn to make my way out of the bar, suddenly feeling suffocated by the air around me. Her hand on my wrist stops me. It burns. I yank my arm away and her eyes widen slightly. I wonder if she felt that spark, too.

"Let's go out for dinner tomorrow?" she asks and I find myself accepting her invitation before my brain can come up with a decent excuse not to. "Great, I'll meet you in the lobby at seven?" I nod. She smiles and turns back to her drink. I admire her body once before high tailing it. I'm pretty sure I don't breathe until I'm safely back in the hotel room.

Shower. Now. The water doesn't help like I thought it would, but it feels fucking amazing.

I'm tucked into bed when Rinry gets back, still awake. I squeeze my eyes shut as I hear her undressing and scoot back against her body as she slides beneath the covers. She kisses my shoulder, then my neck. Her nails rake lightly across my stomach. Sleeping naked has its advantages. Thankfully, Rinry is more than willing when I roll over and crush our lips together and soon Emily has been banished back to the dark recesses of my mind where she belongs.

For a while.

Rinry's dead asleep with her head against my chest, but I don't fall asleep for hours.