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I wrote this for my girlfriend, who is a total Effy fan. She didn't want any angst in it, just fluffy fun relationship stuff. Doing that with Ef is going to be difficult, but I'm going to give it a go. Please review and tell me what you think, kind of writing as I think of things on this one!

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My blue-green eyes move over my body in the reflection before me. They take in my milk-chocolate coloured skin and thin frame. My full lips curl into a smile to show sparkling white teeth. Maybe moving to Bristol won't be as bad as I originally thought.

I just finished my schooling in the states and wanted to explore the world, but instead of going on a vacation, like a normal person would, I just up and moved to England. Probably not the smartest idea I've ever had, but so far it's been okay. I was able to find a job at the local hospital, having impressed the head doctor there with my notable grades and extensive training back in the States. It was an entry level position, but that was okay. I knew I'd move up quickly.

It never ceases to amaze me that I'm already 25. Time seems to fly by so quickly these days. I slip into my scrubs and go about getting my bag and head out the door.

I know I seem a little cocky going into the conference, but that's just how I am. I know I'm good, and I'm not shy about it. Luckily for me I can at least hide it a bit. Most of the other nurses and aids have already taken their seats and my eyes scan over the few remaining seats. I can sit next to someone who I had nicknamed 'Big Bertha'… who is nice and all, but she pretty much takes up half of the seat next to her, as well as her own. The next open seat is on the edge, but I don't recognize the brunette who sits next to it. The last spot is in between two guys who are already turned around staring at me. It isn't that difficult of a decision, actually, and I saunter over to slip into the seat next to the unknown girl.

I can't help but give her a look up and down. Her body seems so thin and fragile, and she has a look across her face that makes her seem like she doesn't give a flying fuck. I think I like her already. "This seat taken?" I ask politely.

My breath almost catches when her bright blue eyes turn to look into mine. She doesn't speak, simply shakes her head from side to side. I'm a bit stunned, but slip into the seat anyway. Makes me remember how many fuck-worthy women there are in this hospital. I'll definitely have to keep my libido in check.

The head doctor is up on the stage, trying to bring some order to the room of doctors, nurses, and surgeons. The whole thing makes me laugh to myself and soon I can feel a look burning into the side of my face. I turn toward the brunette and my dark eyebrows rise in a silent question. Again, the blue-eyed beauty doesn't reply, and she simply turns her burning gaze back to the front. Maybe I should have just sat next to 'Bertha'… at least she would have spoken to me, and even the two fuckers would have been better company than 'Ms. Silent' currently sitting next to me. This is going to be a long day, I'm sure of it.

Lunch can't come quick enough. I all but bolt from the room, glad to finally be outside in the crisp, cool air. My body shivers slightly. I know I should have brought a jacket. At least I had put on a long shirt under my scrubs, or I would be freezing my nipples off. I raise my hand to run through my stubborn black hair and I can't help but think I need to get some braids in it.

I take a seat on a bench a good couple hundred yards from the front of the hospital, leaning back and closing my eyes. The smell of cigarette smoke penetrates my nostrils and my head snaps up to see Ms. Silent taking a long drag. She's leaning against a tree with one foot propped up against the trunk. I'm tempted to say something smart-ass, but figure that she won't reply anyway, which would just ruin it for me. So instead I just close my eyes and relax in the dull sunlight.

Next thing I know a hand is shaking me and I snap my eyes open. Did I really just fall asleep? Apparently so. Ms. Silent backs a few steps away and I pull out my cell to see that we only have a few minutes left of the lunch break. 'Damn it!' I curse to myself. I guess I'll just have to snack silently when I go back inside.

The brunette and I sort of walk side by side back into the building. I say 'sort of' because we're about 4 feet apart but walking at the same speed. I still haven't heard her say one single thing. I contemplate 'saying' something in sign language to her to see if maybe she's deaf, but don't want to offend her if she isn't. It would give me practice on my signing though as I haven't had much use for it for quite some time.

I make a quick stop at a vending machine to grab a small bag of goodies to feast on during the next speaker. This has to be one of the most boring experiences ever. Nonetheless I take the seat next to Ms. Silent blue-eyes and stifle a yawn as the man begins speaking again.

A few hours go by and we are finally let out of the large conference room. My legs are numb from sitting and I take the time to bend forward to touch my toes. It's never felt so good to stretch, at least as long as I can remember. I hear some of the others start talking about going to a nearby pub for drinks, and for a moment I consider not going. It isn't until the brunette nods her head in agreement that I reconsider. At least I live close enough to go home to change my clothes first.

I don't take a lot of time picking something out, just throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt along with my leather jacket before heading to the pub. By the time I get there most everyone is already on their second or third round. I hit up the bartender for an 'adios mother fucker' and toss my card down to pay. When I receive it, I take a sip to see just how much alcohol she put in it… and I must say, I'm pleased.

One drink turns into two, and two into three. By this time I'm feeling sufficiently fuzzy and the beat of the bass is making my hips start to move from side to side. It's been a while since I got properly fucked up, and not having to work tomorrow might have something to do with it. My blue-green eyes notice a few guys looking shamelessly up and down my body and I send them a smirk. It isn't until they start to make their way over to me that I see that they aren't the only ones whose eyes are trained on me. Ms. Silent's intense azure eyes are looking right into mine, and what the fuck… I can't seem to pull my gaze away.

The boys walk up and start flirting with me, but I can't seem to pay them any attention because I'm so mesmerized by the fucking hot brunette. "Sorry boys…" I say, sliding a finger across one well muscled chest before tapping on the other one and walking off.

Before I know it I'm standing in front of Ms. Silent who is pulling out a cigarette and heading toward the door. I can't just let her go by herself… call it my dyke instinct or whatever… so I follow her. My eyes stuck to her ass and the way her hips move back and forth seductively, which makes my head feel dizzy. I don't think she really does it on purpose, it just looks like that's how she walks, but it's so damn sexy!

I watch as she pulls her jacket closer to her body before lighting up. Honestly, I can't stand the smell of smoke, and so I stand far enough away that it isn't burning the hairs of my nostrils. My throat clears and she looks up at me. I hesitate, and then wonder why. I've picked up plenty of women (and men too sometimes) at clubs and bars, so why does this girl make me so nervous? Hard to play it cool when I'm shaking like a fucking salt shaker, and I don't mean shaking my ass to that song either. This is what happens because I'm so fucking skinny, I get cold easily!

An awkward silence is looming above us and I've started to dance in place a little to keep the blood pumping through my veins. My hand reaches up to push my dark hair behind my ear, something I've recently noticed I do when I'm nervous as hell. I really should say something, I'm sure of it, but how the fuck do I even begin a conversation with someone who hasn't even uttered a single word in my presence?

"Uh hey…" Well, that was fucking classic. I roll my eyes at myself before my eyes lock on with hers. It's almost like it is a battle of wills. She brings her smoke back up to her lips and takes a long drag. I'm able to move my eyes enough to watch her lips as she exhales. Smoke was never arousing at all… until just at this moment. "Are you mute, or something?" I say, starting to feel a little irritated at her silence.

"No."

"She speaks!?" I laugh slightly, but she doesn't seem so amused. The tension between us is so thick it's making me extremely uncomfortable. My throat clears and I look down at the ground between us, "So how long have you worked there?"

I wait for a few agonizing moments. I'm about to walk away when I hear her exhale again, speaking as she does. "Not long." She really isn't much of a talker, is she.

"What got you into the medical field?" This conversation was as hard to keep going as it would be to pull a tusk from an angry hippopotamus! My attention got caught by a guy surrounded by two girls walking toward myself and Ms. Silent… I really need to ask her name.

"Effy, you cunt, what the fuck you doin' out here?!" I immediately look to the bloke who had an arm around each of the… wait… twins? That's fucked up!

"Yeah, babes it's been fucking forever and you don't even like, properly talk to us. Just leave us in there. It's not like we know any of your co-workers or anything."

I notice that the other twin stays silent, and she looks a bit broken, like she needs a hug or something. My eyes flick back to Ms. Silent for a moment before moving to the trio once more.

"Heya babe… fancy a fuck?"

Did this guy really just say that to me? "You can't be serious?"

"'Course I am. I can leave the twinsies here with Effy while we go get it on."

I actually throw up in my mouth a little, but I don't show it. So Effy is her name… nice one. "How about you leave the twins AND Effy here and I'll take good care of them while you fuck off." My smile is sweet and innocent and all three girls start to laugh, and to my surprise, so does the guy.

I watch him look over to Effy before he speaks, "I like this one, Eff, where'd you find her?"

"At the conference today."

He looks back over to me, "What's your name, babe?"

I eye him carefully. He seems nice enough, but I figure that in order to get in good with Effy, I'll have to get in good with her mates. "Emma." I say and reach my hand out to grasp his.

"I'm Cook, this is Katie…" he says pointing to the obviously more outgoing twin before he points to the quiet one, "… and this is Emily."

"Nice to meet you all." I say before I realize that I'm looking from one twin to the other, then up to Cook briefly and then my gaze settles on Effy. She is rather beautiful.

"You a muff muncher too, then?" My eyes look directly into Katie's brown orbs. She's rather up front, isn't she? I'm just about to reply when she cuts in, pointing to her twin, "Ems is… so I've learned to spot them a mile away… think it's called gaydar or something like that."

I'm suddenly glad I don't have any liquid in my mouth, because it would have been spit out. I look over to Emily who is looking even more embarrassed than she already was. It isn't that I'm ashamed to be bisexual, well, mostly gay, but I don't like being outed in front of people I don't really know. I let a smirk form on my lips and I look to Effy, sending a wink her way before looking back to Katie, "Yes, I'm gay, what of it?"

I can't help but notice Effy's lips curling into a smile as she flicks her fag away. Now what I can't seem to figure out, is why she's smiling. Is it because she just found out I was gay, or because she already knew? I want to contemplate this more before I hear Cook mentioning that he needs to get the twins home, and soon those three leave the brunette and I alone.

"Want to come back to mine?"

I feel the air rush painfully from my lungs and my eyes snap over to her. Should I be taking that as an invitation, or is she just being polite. Either way I find my shoulders shrugging and my lips answering, "Sure," before I even realize they are. She holds a smug look on her face as she pushes herself off the wall and starts walking away from the pub. I take two quick steps to catch up to her and it only takes a few minutes to get to her place, which, coincidentally is only a three minute walk from my own flat.

Hoards of nervous butterflies start to fly around my stomach as I enter in behind her. She has drawings, paintings, and other types of art thrown around her place and I take my time looking at each one. I'm a bit of an artist myself, or at the very least, I know how to appreciate art. These seem to distract me for a few minutes until she walks behind me, her hand brushing along my lower back. I think for a second that she simply needed to slide behind me to get by, but after turning around, I could plainly see that her small form should have easily fit behind me without the contact. Maybe I'm making more of the action than I should.

I notice there are two bedrooms, which prompts my next question, "You live here alone?"

"No. I live with Naomi, who's dating Emily… the one you met back at the pub."

My head nods of its own accord, thankfully, because my mind isn't really listening. I'm too busy letting my eyes slide up and down Effy's fine form. Tapered hips started to invite me toward her, but I hesitate again. My gaze rises up to look into the sapphire orbs that were staring back into my own. I feel my breath hitch and suddenly my heart is either beating so fast that I can't discern the separate beats, or it's completely stopped altogether. I realize that I should respond in some way, "Oh, the quiet twin, right?"

"She's not so quiet…"

"Oh, um…" Didn't realize I could be so uncomfortable. I usually have no problems talking about anything sexual, or sex in general.

Effy laughs, "I don't know from experience, per se, but she is with Naomi, and they fuck pretty regularly over here. So, yeah, I've gotten use to the noises they make."

"Right."

I watch as Effy shrugs her shoulders, and before I know it she is coming toward me. My heart rises into my throat and begins beating so wildly that I'm sure the brunette can see it. I don't think I've ever felt so nervous in all of my life, but the question on my mind is 'why?'

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