Skins fic: Emily/Naomi - Ends (Slow Progress 2/4)
Title: # 2 - Ends
Author: cyandragonfly
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: PG -13
Disclaimer: I'm not one of those people who's name crops up during the credits (on anything), thus, I own nothing.
Summary: The end of the beginning.
Spoilers: Skins se3
AN: Second in a series of prompted fics. I'm going to try and write them in order, see how long it lasts.
#1 - Beginnings
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Once Katie had done screaming her head off I was actually able to deal with my hangover. She'd been ranting and raving since we woke up this morning, having continued from her saga of screeching the night before.
"Just what did you think you were doing, Emily?!" Uh oh. She was getting serious now, using full sentences rather than throwing curses at me. I groaned and rolled over, trying to block out her voice. "No, Emily!" She moved over to my bed and tried to yank the duvet off me, but I was too quick. "You don't get to hide from me." She almost grunted as we faught over the bed covering.
"Kates it was nothing." I groaned again and rolled myself into a ball somewhere in the middle of my bed.
"That's bullshit Em and you know it. I saw you snogging that bitch - her hands were all over you!" She stepped back a few feet, still holding onto the duvet. It popped off the bed and I grimaced. Was there any way to make her shut up?
"Her hands were all over me," I repeated, the cogs in my brain slowly starting to turn over.
"That's what I said, don't get stupid with me, I saw it with my own eyes, I - "
"No," I sat up, facing her. "She had her hands all over me." I repeated it again with extra emphasis for Katie's benefit, my plan still forming as I spoke. "She came up to me, see, she just started kissing me and I went along with it because I was drunk." The words burned my throat as they came out. That saying should be changed to: liar, liar, throat on fire.
"What?" Seemed my plan was working - she was stunned. I looked down at my lap, regretting what I was saying even as it worked to shut her up.
"I was just walking through the house, looking for something else to drink." I watched the false story play out next to the true events in my head. "I saw her watching me, so I smiled at her." I could feel her lips on mine still. "Next thing I knew she was next to me." Her hands around my waist, holding me close, keeping me safe. "I didn't even notice what she was doing." An accidental brush of her tongue on my lip - "And then you found me." I looked up at her, putting a quiver in my chin.
"The cow jumped you?! What, like, kiss-rape or something?" I bit my lip to hold back a smile at her words. My heart pounded at the deceit as I gave a half nod. "She better thank bloody God that she doesn't go to school with us or I'd beat her to a pulp." I looked up - a threat like that from her was something to take serious.
"Don't worry 'bout it Katie," I leaned forward to pull the duvet out of her hands so that I could snuggle up in it again. "It's done now." God I wish it wasn't. "It's over." Is is? "We can just forget about it." There is nothing in this world that can make me forget that kiss.
"It better be, or you know what I'll do." I did.
"Don't worry," I repeated. "I swear, it was nothing." I couldn't believe I actually crossed my fingers behind my back as I said it. I rolled over and shut my eyes, hoping to go back to sleep.
"Good." She said from somewhere behind me. "'Cause I won't have a lezza for a sister." My eyes shot open at the word and I couldn't stop the tear that formed in the corner of my eye. If only she knew.