Hello peeps :D Here I am with another update. Thanks to the endless encouragement that you guys show me and this story I find myself abandoning household chores to get the chapters written. The freezer in my kitchen which has yet to be defrosted is the fault of all of you! : )

Thank you!

Lenoschka, thank you for the love hun :D Don't give up on it. If you get it right, you'll come to know someone like the Emily in this fic. I know hundreds of them, so nothing's impossible : ) Also, when I was writing Bimbims in a few of the earlier chapters, my mind also likened him to Effy lol. But I have an entirely different purpose for Effy in this fic ; )

IAmAwsomeBecauseMyNameIsSam, I couldn't have put it better myself: 'Release your spiritual side,' :D

CrashKill, awww thanks hun. I'm sometimes a little hard on my writing because I'm passionate about it, so to hear that is lovely.

Special thanks to lumagoo1015, who commented on a whole bunch of my chapters in one go. That was awfully nice of you.

Also a special thanks to Lovelessandless, who I just recently discovered gave me and this fic a shout-out! *hugs…for perhaps longer than is appropriate…then a little longer…nope, not ready to let go yet – oh you can't breathe. Ok.* Don't worry, I smell good : ) Thank you Lil 'ol me for bringing the shout-out to my attention, and thank you for the enthusiasm you have shown me.

And to everyone who wants Bimbims…*says quietly* He's a figment of my vivid imagination. :P lmao!

Naomi felt no more familiar walking into the 'Inspiration' Retreat Centre, for the second time in her life, as she followed in through the building's glass doors close behind Emily.

"Morning Fitchy." Called the drawn-in-the-faced, middle-aged man from the wooden receptionist's booth.

Emily smiled, her arm and hand extending, flying from it: something scrunched at the tall man. From all those involved, the redhead's behavior had elicited an echoing out of laughter in the empty large hall. "That's for yesterday, Marky boy." She bobbed her tongue out at him, reaching behind for the blonde's hand. The blonde who was only smiling because no other role had been assigned.

It was strange, sort of like actually walking into Emily's place of work, Emily's zone, with Emily somehow alienated her, because, well, this was kind of Emily's world…one which Naomi was quickly beginning to realize she knew very little about, as the redhead playfully pulled her into a room.

Little did Naomi know that by the end of the hour, she'd have learnt a whole lot more about Emily's work life…at least, it'd be a whole lot more to her.

This room was bigger than the one she'd been in last time, Naomi noticed, though the numerous candles meticulously adorning the room were still flickering an intense warmth, the floors still boasting the same large cushions, but now there was a beautiful scent floating light on her nose. It was nice…peaceful. Her eyes left the décor with the uprising of a sudden clicking noise, which was responsible for taking her blue's to the only other person in the room.

"What are you doing?" She asked, the serenity of the atmosphere causing her the need to lower her voice to a murmur.

"Just lighting a few more of these." Emily held up a candle, the clicky candle lighter then coming into view as well. "If you just hold on Naoms," She grew a smirk, "I'll be over there in a sec to light you up."

With hearing that, with hearing the velvet husk tangled up in it, frustration pushed a long sigh from the blonde's nose. Sex…again. She was thinking about sex…again. It wasn't helping that Emily's full body frame was stood just inches in front, albeit facing away from her, but there nevertheless. Another non-helpful was the baggy shirt hanging around Emily's petite torso in all the right places. Naomi had never noticed it before, but since sex had begun chasing her everywhere she went, she'd come to learn that she liked baggy…a lot. Emily in that baggy red polo shirt, Emily in those baggy boxers, Emily surrounded in the duvet. There was something, perhaps oddly, beautiful about a body as beautiful as Emily's being hidden beneath all that material. The illusion of it all.

These numerous trains of thought delivered Naomi to a place where there was no water left in her mouth. "I can't believe I had sex with another woman." She suddenly blurted, eyebrows raised, as if it was the first time she was noticing.

The blonde's sudden epiphany caused Emily to put down the candle lighter and spin around, laughter's strings heaving her shoulders turbulently. "Well how many other women have you had sex with, Naomi?" Quipped Emily, far too pleased with her lame wit. "I can't believe how hard you made me come; my legs still aren't quite as sturdy as they used to be." She casually added, returning to fiddle with these candles, completely unaware as to the steamy, whimpering, memories that her few words had seared into the forefront of Naomi's minds eye.

"You've broken me Naoms." Giggled Emily, tapping her legs to get them 'working' again. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that if you can't go easy on your toys, put them down?"

The sound of the redhead's laughter muted to something vague below just how warm the air seemed to be getting when it brushed the blonde's skin. But then again, it was bound to have warmed with the sweaty, moany, porcelain skin-filled thoughts that she kept choosing to think.

They hadn't slept together since their first time. Of course there had been late-night kisses on the sofa, and snuggling, but…no sex, though that hadn't been a deliberate fact on either of their parts. Nevertheless, Naomi was surprised at how much tension was beginning to make itself apparent within the lower parts of her body. It was sort of funny in a way because she'd not had sex in ten years, and now it seemed to be in everything – even the shape of that plant basket hanging over the door of the house was starting to look like a nipple.

She felt a deep heat shuffle in to settle in her cheeks, for they were aware of what Naomi had planned. Her legs had her standing behind Emily in a matter of seconds. She gently reached down to rid the knowing redhead's hands of a few matches; apparently the candle lighter had started to malfunction. Naomi's slender fingers fell upon Emily's waist as she slowly spun her around, and without needing to be told, the redhead's fingers found Naomi's hips, which were blissfully pressing her into the shelf of the window ledge behind. Hazel eyes hooded there and then. "I love it when you take control, when you get that hungry look in your eye. It's probably the sexiest thing since your stomach." Emily whispered in half a growl, slowly leaning up into Naomi's lips to indulge in what was a wonderfully lazy kiss.

The blonde was just on the verge of travelling her hands around to Emily's back, her fingers just on the cusp of being enveloped by the warmth residing underneath Emily's shirt, when the door flew open, colliding thunderously with the wall. Naomi hastened her lips away from Emily's, feeling the eyes of whoever had intruded pierce into her back, but she instructed her body to remain stiff, as though to move would somehow accentuate their compromising position. Her face then warmed with Emily's exasperated sigh, porcelain hands never quite leaving her hips, only loosening slightly around them.

"Eff, mind knocking next time? I was trying to have some downtime with my girl."

Naomi had no time to decide how she felt about the fact that Emily had just referred to her as her girl, for the familiar name that she'd just heard. Blonde strands whipped Emily cheeks with the velocity with which Naomi turned to face this intruder, and when icy blue eyes met steel blue eyes, everything got…denser.

…

Those blue steels would soon soften though, even if it was in an artificial manner.

"Naomi," Smirked the effortless-looking brunette. "After all these years you haven't changed a bit, well apart from your choice of…" Her hauntingly long fingers frolicked between Naomi and the scarlet haired woman, almost spitefully as far as icy blue's were concerned. But then again, the blonde could never really tell how the brunette intended the things that she said to be taken.

"Anyway Em," Said Effy, refraining from punishing Naomi with her knife-like smirk to drag her vision over to the redhead. "I'll come back when you've finished having – what did you call it again?" She feigned wonder for a second, before concluding, "'down time' with your girl."

Emily's eyes tennis-balled back and forth between her smirking co-worker and a frozen Naomi, like if she stared at both of them enough times their past would unfold and play like a movie. It didn't, and things only got hazier when Effy withdrew from the room and gently shut the door.

Emily peered at the clearly freaking out blonde in front of her with concern. "What's going on? How do you know Eff?"

She hated it, Naomi did; the fact that after all these years the sight of Elizabeth Stonem could so effortlessly take her back to those days of college, to days of relationship insecurities. And she hated that Emily kept shortening her name like that, like they were tight enough to shorten one another's names. Her trance soon after fell from her face as she peered back at soft but enquiring hazel eyes. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth with a loudness which would rival the click on that candle lighter, and then rolled her azure's. "Effy's the girl I caught Robert texting back in college. We've never gotten along."

The frown about Emily's expression fast cleared up, but it sunk in deeper seconds later when a few facts in her mind didn't quite tally. "Wait, Effy likes men?"

"Well, yeah!" Snapped Naomi, as if Effy's days of being a certifiable dick-hopper in college should be obvious to everyone. It was obvious to her. Excruciatingly obvious. "Of course she likes men Emily." The blonde further admonished, hands flying like fireworks thanks to her growing irritation, because the only image of Effy that her mind could conjure was a straight one. A gorgeous, tall, spiteful, boyfriend-stealing, straight one.

Emily's hands lifted from Naomi's hips, keen to fill their new vocation massaging at the few unruly strands of white hair living at the nape of Naomi's neck, massaging at the stress-relieving pressure points there. "Can you calm down for me please?"

Naomi looked to the floor and nodded somewhat guiltily, sighing slow and drawn out.

"I asked you because Effy's taken home girls from here before. I just assumed. Plus she's always flirting with the female workers."

Naomi looked up in a snap. "Including you?"

…

The redhead had felt the muscles in Naomi's neck and shoulders gradually relaxing, but when she honestly replied: "She has in the past, yeah" everything beneath her fingertips suddenly turned to stone. "Naoms, she's harmless. It's kind of just who she is." Emily tried to placate, but to no avail.

"I think I'm gonna go home, maybe surf the net for jobs or something." Naomi suddenly announced, backing away from Emily as she raked her nails through her own fair-haired scalp. Well what was the alternative, to just explode like her emotions were telling her to, and let Emily witness her jealousy and possibly unfounded paranoia? No. They'd only just gotten together. They were still living blissful in that honeymoon period, taking it in turns to make one another breakfast in bed each morning, meditating together – even going to Asda together, where they'd before shopped separately. No. Naomi knew she had to get out of there.

"Naoms…" Emily opened her mouth to convince the blonde to stay, but it was clear to see that Naomi's mind was set in stone, and before she could request a kiss goodbye, Naomi was gone.

Hopefully more on Emily in the next chapter. Or maybe the chapter after that.