Oh, new fic!
Title: Blood, sweat, and tears.
Rating: Will probably get a bit R-ish at some point.
Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously.
Author's Notes: Kay, it's a bit of a random start, but it'll get a bit better. I hope. I'm not sure I should be starting a multi-chapter fic now, but what's the worst that could happen. EEEEEEENJOY.
Emily sat on the couch in her living room, eating honey and marmite on toast. She and Naomi had split up, yet again. ...That isn't why she's eating the honey and marmite. Well, it sort of is. Katie has offered her a night out, to celebrate her break up. She did this everytime they broke up. "Ems, you're FREE. Come on! Let's drink!" She'd grin. Emily would glare and tell her to fuck off, stay home, and eat junk food along with a movie.
Whilst honey and marmite on toast was nice, it wasn't her favourite choice of comfort food. No, this was just to fill the gap while she waited for the brownies to cook.
She stared blankly at the TV. She had put on Love Actually, but that made her much too sad. She tried Bridget Jones, but somehow found that depressing, also. She settled for something she much preferred anyway; Harry Potter. She thought she'd have a bit of a Potter marathon. Potterthon. She chuckled to herself at that. Either way, she wanted to get the maximum amount of eating time with her brownies.
PING.
She got up quickly when she heard that the brownies were done, but found Katie already in there, taking them out.
"I thought you were going out."
"Changed my mind."
"I'm not having people here." Emily could be quite forceful when she was depressed.
"I didn't plan on it, bitch." Katie said casually, no sting in her words.
"Then what are you doing? Have you spiked my fucking brownies?" Emily demanded, glaring at her sister. Katie looked up, almost shocked, but not quite. She couldn't help but laugh at how serious Emily was.
"Ems, I just thought I'd stay in with you tonight, yeah?" She said trying not to laugh, and busying herself with cutting the brownies.
"Are we thinking bite-sized, or massive-brownie-bricks?" She said, eyeing the large brown slab. Honestly, Emily was just going to get a fork and eat it like that. She eyed her sister, who looked back impatiently, holding a spatula in one hand, a knife in the other, and a bright pink apron that read "Kiss the cook!"
Emily decided that for Katie to let herself look like such a twat, she must honestly care.
"Fucking hell, Ems! Bites or bricks!?" She waved the spatula slightly as she spoke and Emily's lips quirked.
"Whichever you prefer."
"Bricks it is then." She said, cutting into the brownie.
***
Only an hour later, both girls sat on the sofa, giggling, surrounded by spoons and jars.
"Shh! Katie, you're missing Hermione's bit! She's going to punch Draco!" Katie went silent, oddly attracted to the telly for a moment. Both girls mouthed every word in perfect timing to the movie.
"Okay, good part over." Katie announced, and the two girls faced eachother again.
"Marmite and honey." Emily thrust two jars towards her sister.
"Eurgh. Ems, you're obsessed."
"Katie, don't be a pussy." She sighed and waved the jars a bit. Katie scowled and took the jars. She broke a brownie into smaller pieces and poured the honey onto one piece, and marmite onto the other. Emily nodded, encouraging her sister, as she put the two pieces together and brought it to her lips.
"Ems..." She grimaced as the brownie-marmite-honey sandwich neared her.
"Jesus, Katie, you'll like it. I promise" Emily rolled her eyes. Katie nodded and took a bite. It took a moment before she registered any mixture of flavours.
"Oh, wow." She said through a sticky mouthful. "That's really good."
"I told you!" They both grinned and continued experimenting with different things to put on top of their brownies.
That was until there was a knock at the door.
"Who the fuck is that." Katie scoffed, almost offended that someone would knock on their door.
"Go look. You're dressed." Emily gestured to Katie, who, aside from the honey on her bottom lip, looked quite good in her figure-hugging, black dress. She was obviously dressing up to go out. Emily on the otherhand, was just wearing an old pair of stripy, blue shorts, and a white vest.
"Come with me. It might be a rapist or something." She dragged her sister to the door, still clinging to the plate of brownies. They stumbled, giggling, and finally opened the door.
"Fuck."
***
Naomi couldn't deny holding her breath when she heard two girls giggling, stumbling to answer the door. She recognized one, obviously. She knew Emily's laugh better than she knew her own mother's face. But she didn't recognise the other. Finally someone yanked the door open, and she was greeted by two, slightly similar grins, which both fell quite quickly. At least she wasn't with another girl.
"Fuck." Emily said bluntly. Ouch.
"What the fuck are you doing here." Katie said, perhaps emphasizing her sister's point. I took a deep breath, put on a brave face, and looked Emily directly in the eyes. God, she's gorgeous.
"Can I talk to you, Emily?" Naomi asked, and noticed Katie inch closer to her sister, as if protecting her. She thought it could be sort of sweet, if only Katie wasn't... well, actual devil spawn.
Emily seemed stuck for words. Unfortunately, Naomi knew what that meant. She didn't want to talk. She just didn't want to hurt her by saying 'no'.
"Please, Ems," Naomi's voice was almost a whisper now. Katie turned and looked at her sister, quickly evaluating the situation.
"Ems, go sort out the movie. I don't want to miss that bit with Hermione, yeah?" Emily nodded, and disappeared quietly. Naomi thought it was twin code for 'I'll sort this' or something.
"Fuck. Why did you do that?" Naomi whispered, anger spilling from her tone.
"Because she doesn't want to talk to you yet." Katie said, calmly, but feeling anger boil up inside of her. The blonde was more trouble than she was worth, in her opinion.
"Do you even know what I've done wrong?" Naomi spat, outraged that Katie felt it any of her business.
"I don't care what you've done." Katie shot back, glaring into the steely gaze that challenged her own.
"I'm her girlfriend."
"Try fucking acting like it then." Katie then slammed the door shut, and Naomi let out an angry sigh. No one got to her as much as Katie did, and she needed to talk to Emily. She needed to explain.
Rating: Will probably get a bit R-ish at some point.
Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously.
Author's Notes: Kay, it's a bit of a random start, but it'll get a bit better. I hope. I'm not sure I should be starting a multi-chapter fic now, but what's the worst that could happen. EEEEEEENJOY.
Emily sat on the couch in her living room, eating honey and marmite on toast. She and Naomi had split up, yet again. ...That isn't why she's eating the honey and marmite. Well, it sort of is. Katie has offered her a night out, to celebrate her break up. She did this everytime they broke up. "Ems, you're FREE. Come on! Let's drink!" She'd grin. Emily would glare and tell her to fuck off, stay home, and eat junk food along with a movie.
Whilst honey and marmite on toast was nice, it wasn't her favourite choice of comfort food. No, this was just to fill the gap while she waited for the brownies to cook.
She stared blankly at the TV. She had put on Love Actually, but that made her much too sad. She tried Bridget Jones, but somehow found that depressing, also. She settled for something she much preferred anyway; Harry Potter. She thought she'd have a bit of a Potter marathon. Potterthon. She chuckled to herself at that. Either way, she wanted to get the maximum amount of eating time with her brownies.
PING.
She got up quickly when she heard that the brownies were done, but found Katie already in there, taking them out.
"I thought you were going out."
"Changed my mind."
"I'm not having people here." Emily could be quite forceful when she was depressed.
"I didn't plan on it, bitch." Katie said casually, no sting in her words.
"Then what are you doing? Have you spiked my fucking brownies?" Emily demanded, glaring at her sister. Katie looked up, almost shocked, but not quite. She couldn't help but laugh at how serious Emily was.
"Ems, I just thought I'd stay in with you tonight, yeah?" She said trying not to laugh, and busying herself with cutting the brownies.
"Are we thinking bite-sized, or massive-brownie-bricks?" She said, eyeing the large brown slab. Honestly, Emily was just going to get a fork and eat it like that. She eyed her sister, who looked back impatiently, holding a spatula in one hand, a knife in the other, and a bright pink apron that read "Kiss the cook!"
Emily decided that for Katie to let herself look like such a twat, she must honestly care.
"Fucking hell, Ems! Bites or bricks!?" She waved the spatula slightly as she spoke and Emily's lips quirked.
"Whichever you prefer."
"Bricks it is then." She said, cutting into the brownie.
***
Only an hour later, both girls sat on the sofa, giggling, surrounded by spoons and jars.
"Shh! Katie, you're missing Hermione's bit! She's going to punch Draco!" Katie went silent, oddly attracted to the telly for a moment. Both girls mouthed every word in perfect timing to the movie.
"Okay, good part over." Katie announced, and the two girls faced eachother again.
"Marmite and honey." Emily thrust two jars towards her sister.
"Eurgh. Ems, you're obsessed."
"Katie, don't be a pussy." She sighed and waved the jars a bit. Katie scowled and took the jars. She broke a brownie into smaller pieces and poured the honey onto one piece, and marmite onto the other. Emily nodded, encouraging her sister, as she put the two pieces together and brought it to her lips.
"Ems..." She grimaced as the brownie-marmite-honey sandwich neared her.
"Jesus, Katie, you'll like it. I promise" Emily rolled her eyes. Katie nodded and took a bite. It took a moment before she registered any mixture of flavours.
"Oh, wow." She said through a sticky mouthful. "That's really good."
"I told you!" They both grinned and continued experimenting with different things to put on top of their brownies.
That was until there was a knock at the door.
"Who the fuck is that." Katie scoffed, almost offended that someone would knock on their door.
"Go look. You're dressed." Emily gestured to Katie, who, aside from the honey on her bottom lip, looked quite good in her figure-hugging, black dress. She was obviously dressing up to go out. Emily on the otherhand, was just wearing an old pair of stripy, blue shorts, and a white vest.
"Come with me. It might be a rapist or something." She dragged her sister to the door, still clinging to the plate of brownies. They stumbled, giggling, and finally opened the door.
"Fuck."
***
Naomi couldn't deny holding her breath when she heard two girls giggling, stumbling to answer the door. She recognized one, obviously. She knew Emily's laugh better than she knew her own mother's face. But she didn't recognise the other. Finally someone yanked the door open, and she was greeted by two, slightly similar grins, which both fell quite quickly. At least she wasn't with another girl.
"Fuck." Emily said bluntly. Ouch.
"What the fuck are you doing here." Katie said, perhaps emphasizing her sister's point. I took a deep breath, put on a brave face, and looked Emily directly in the eyes. God, she's gorgeous.
"Can I talk to you, Emily?" Naomi asked, and noticed Katie inch closer to her sister, as if protecting her. She thought it could be sort of sweet, if only Katie wasn't... well, actual devil spawn.
Emily seemed stuck for words. Unfortunately, Naomi knew what that meant. She didn't want to talk. She just didn't want to hurt her by saying 'no'.
"Please, Ems," Naomi's voice was almost a whisper now. Katie turned and looked at her sister, quickly evaluating the situation.
"Ems, go sort out the movie. I don't want to miss that bit with Hermione, yeah?" Emily nodded, and disappeared quietly. Naomi thought it was twin code for 'I'll sort this' or something.
"Fuck. Why did you do that?" Naomi whispered, anger spilling from her tone.
"Because she doesn't want to talk to you yet." Katie said, calmly, but feeling anger boil up inside of her. The blonde was more trouble than she was worth, in her opinion.
"Do you even know what I've done wrong?" Naomi spat, outraged that Katie felt it any of her business.
"I don't care what you've done." Katie shot back, glaring into the steely gaze that challenged her own.
"I'm her girlfriend."
"Try fucking acting like it then." Katie then slammed the door shut, and Naomi let out an angry sigh. No one got to her as much as Katie did, and she needed to talk to Emily. She needed to explain.