A Place To Hide - Part 5
Title: A Place To Hide
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: Quite a bit of swearing, 'F' and 'C' words so probably R
Word Count: 1,740
Disclaimer: I don't any of Skins or any of the characters, although i do wish Lily Loveless was mine ;-)
Summary: The characters are stolen from Skins in order for me to write about something that's gone on in my life recently. These are totally real events that have happened to me, but i'm trying to tell them from an outside narrators angle and keep a bit of distance from them. Hopefully it won't all come across to angsty lol. Don't really know how many parts this will have, depends how ridiculously soap-opera like my life becomes lol
Again i apologize if there are any mistakes, but if there is any then obviously they are deliberate...lol.
Several pints of cider and a few foul tasting shots later, Emily had probably told Naomi everything about her right from the bloody day she was born. She was in one hell of a fucking good mood and for once it felt like Naomi might be being honest with her too. Emily couldn’t help but get the feeling from the blondes expression that she generally doesn’t tell people that much about her life and it only served to make Emily like her more. She likes the withdrawn, defensive side to Naomi, so unlike the way Katie and her friends are but completely perfect because of it.
“Ooooo got a good question!” Naomi slurred, “how old were you when you first had sex?” The blonde's eyes shone at that question, they’re finally getting to the good stuff she thought to herself.
Emily however was clearly a much more sensible drunk than the blonde and still had enough of her shyness left, although it was watered down by copious amounts of booze, to blush furiously at that question. She did, however, manage to get her nerves under control enough to reply with a grin: “None of your business, cheeky!”
Naomi tried to give her what was clearly meant to be a persuading look in response, and all Emily could do was laugh like a bloody lunatic. That’s the moment where the evening changed, because unfortunately when Emily gets drunk, she laughs really fucking loudly, and as she discovered that night, so does Naomi. Their raucous laughter must have drawn the attention of most of the people in the pub on a quiet Monday evening including, somewhat unfortunately, Katie.
Katie looked away for a moment from the properly fit guy she was flirting with to see who the fuck was laughing like such a loud twat, and was really bloody surprised to see Ems crying from laughter, sat with some tall blonde girl with fucking awful dress sense.
“What the fuck?” She said to herself, having seen one of the few things that could possibly have distracted her from the well lush guy she was chatting to - her sister having fun, and with someone who Katie hadn’t had to introduce her to. It was really fucking shocking. “Mark, babes, want to get me another drink? I’m just all out.” She said with her best sexy smile downing the last of her WKD. She really needed to talk to Emily about this, who the fuck was that girl? Probably some geek from Ems’ English class or something. It just wouldn’t do for a Fitch to be seen with someone who clearly had trouble dressing herself.
The minute that Mark was out of sight, Katie stormed over to her sisters table, an angry glare fixed on her, still laughing, sister. She just stood there for a moment, looking between Emily and the blonde girl, whoever the fuck she was, waiting for one of them to acknowledge her presence.
Finally through a cloud of smoke, and still laughing at seemingly nothing, the blonde girl looked up at her and did a confused double take.
“Emily, there’s an Emily over there!” She exclaimed before bursting into more drunken laughter. “Twin thing!”
Emily, however, did not seem to take Katie’s arrival as something to be celebrated quite so much. And instead of laughing at her, began to look really fucking scared. Naomi couldn’t quite figure out why.
“Katie...” it was all she could think to say that wouldn’t sound like a fucking confession to something she hadn’t even bloody well done. This was all so sodding awkward, all she could see was Katie’s inexplicably angry expression, and Naomi’s confused one.
She had to do something or this could get really fucking bad, Naomi was looking at Emily then at Katie and back at Emily, and Katie was doing the same thing between her and Naomi, and all Emily could do was stare at her empty glass because this is exactly what she didn’t want to happen tonight.
“Nai, can you go and get us some more drinks please?” It was all she could think to do, get rid of Naomi so that she could talk to Katie about this without it turning into some big thing. Emily just hoped that her eyes said enough about what was going on for the blonde to get the hint.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough already?” Naomi sputtered with a laugh, but she was already standing up and trying, with fairly little success, to step over the bench that she was sat on. Both of the twins watched as Naomi meandered inside, one with a heartbreakingly sad expression and the other with a glare befitting a murderer.
“Who the fuck is she?” Katie spat, turning her glare on her sister.
“I work with her, she’s -”
“A fucking weirdo, judging by the way she’s dressed. Why do you want to hang out with her when we’ve got so many... cooler friends?” Katie cut in. She knew Emily was a bit of a loser but fuck, this blonde girl was beyond loser. Katie could tell just by looking at her.
“I like her, she’s nice. And WE don’t have cooler friends, you have cooler friends, I don’t really have any, other than yours.” She resisted the urge to shout at Katie, to tell her to bugger off because Naomi was hers, just hers. It didn’t matter to Emily if she was a bit weird because she was beautiful and funny and smart and Katie could just fuck off. She tried to say as much with the look that she threw at her sister. A look that Katie definitely did not miss.
“Fine, whatever. If you want to commit social suicide then fucking go for it.
I really couldn’t care less!” And with that she stormed off, back to Mark who was waiting for her with a new drink exactly where they had been sat before ‘like a good little puppy’ Emily thought.
Naomi returned a few minutes later, carrying 6 shots which were all at least half empty, presumably spilt on her shaky walk back from the bar.
“Shouldn’t put fucking steps in pubs, too difficult.” Naomi exclaimed, biting her tongue in concentration. God, she was so fucking cute. All Emily could think was how amazing it would be to feel that tongue on her skin, tracing a line down her body...
“Come on then, let’s get fucked up!” She really didn’t think that she could deal with the combination of her feelings for the blonde and the knowledge that her sister was a few tables away.
After downing the half empty shots, they decided to head to a sort-of-decent club just down the road. Naomi didn’t usually dance, it wasn’t her thing, she was normally too busy judging all the girls rubbing shamelessly up against boys. But tonight was different; Emily made her want to do all the things she’d been too stubborn and proud to do before, and it made her feel amazing....or maybe that was just the shots.
They didn’t drink anymore at the club, just spent the whole hour dancing so close that Naomi could feel Emily’s breath on her cheek as they stared into each other’s eyes, and she couldn’t feel a part of her that wasn’t pressed desperately up against the smaller girl. It was crazy intense, so much more than she’d ever felt with anyone else, even Gary. By the time they left the club, Naomi’s t-shirt was clinging to her sweaty body (‘in all the right places’ Emily thought) and Emily’s hair was stuck to her cheek from the heat.
The cold night air managed to sober the two girls up a little bit, and combined with the hour of dancing, Emily’s world might be buzzing but it thankfully wasn’t spinning anymore. Which was a fucking good thing, because she really didn’t want the girl she was seriously interested in to see her throwing up on a bus.
“That was cool Ems.” Naomi said, not really knowing how else to sum up the past hour that was as intense as any fucking foreplay. She was horny as fuck now, but the idea of going home and shagging Gary really wasn’t appealing at all. She was sure as hell that nothing was gonna happen with Emily tonight though, after all the girl could hardly meet her eye as they stood waiting for the bus. Naomi got the feeling that the only way to get Emily to be alright with her sexuality or whatever, was to get her really fucked up, there had to be another way though because as much as Naomi liked getting drunk with the redhead it couldn’t be all that they did. She’d become even more of a bloody alcoholic than she already was.
On the bus ride back, all Emily could think about was the hour they spent in the club and how much she should have fucking kissed Naomi or something. But then again they’d spent all evening together and she hadn’t even figured out whether it was a fucking date or not.
Katie was on the bloody bus too, and Emily spent the whole journey trying desperately to ignore her while receiving odd venomous glances. ‘That’s it,’ she thought, ‘fuck Katie, I’m going to do what I bloody well want for a change.’
“Where do you get off?” She asked, leaning over the back of the seats in front of her, on which Naomi was now sprawled - beautiful legs swinging gently in the aisle.
“One after next, why?” Naomi looked at the redhead with hooded eyes and her lipstick a bit smudged, ‘wonderful smudges’ Emily thought.
“I’ll get off with you, I mean the bus...” she carried on trying to ignore the heat in her face and Naomi’s smirk, “I’ll walk you home.” Naomi couldn’t think of anything she’d like more than Emily walking her home so she just nodded, feeling something deep in her stomach jolt in agreement.
‘This is it,’ Emily thought, ‘last chance to find out for sure if this is a bloody date or not.’ And she stared at the taller girl sprawled out in front of her for the rest of the journey, her heart throbbing in her throat as Naomi’s slender fingers pushed the stop button and they stepped off the bus into the cold air that clung to the two girls bodies.
Part 6
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: Quite a bit of swearing, 'F' and 'C' words so probably R
Word Count: 1,740
Disclaimer: I don't any of Skins or any of the characters, although i do wish Lily Loveless was mine ;-)
Summary: The characters are stolen from Skins in order for me to write about something that's gone on in my life recently. These are totally real events that have happened to me, but i'm trying to tell them from an outside narrators angle and keep a bit of distance from them. Hopefully it won't all come across to angsty lol. Don't really know how many parts this will have, depends how ridiculously soap-opera like my life becomes lol
Again i apologize if there are any mistakes, but if there is any then obviously they are deliberate...lol.
Several pints of cider and a few foul tasting shots later, Emily had probably told Naomi everything about her right from the bloody day she was born. She was in one hell of a fucking good mood and for once it felt like Naomi might be being honest with her too. Emily couldn’t help but get the feeling from the blondes expression that she generally doesn’t tell people that much about her life and it only served to make Emily like her more. She likes the withdrawn, defensive side to Naomi, so unlike the way Katie and her friends are but completely perfect because of it.
“Ooooo got a good question!” Naomi slurred, “how old were you when you first had sex?” The blonde's eyes shone at that question, they’re finally getting to the good stuff she thought to herself.
Emily however was clearly a much more sensible drunk than the blonde and still had enough of her shyness left, although it was watered down by copious amounts of booze, to blush furiously at that question. She did, however, manage to get her nerves under control enough to reply with a grin: “None of your business, cheeky!”
Naomi tried to give her what was clearly meant to be a persuading look in response, and all Emily could do was laugh like a bloody lunatic. That’s the moment where the evening changed, because unfortunately when Emily gets drunk, she laughs really fucking loudly, and as she discovered that night, so does Naomi. Their raucous laughter must have drawn the attention of most of the people in the pub on a quiet Monday evening including, somewhat unfortunately, Katie.
Katie looked away for a moment from the properly fit guy she was flirting with to see who the fuck was laughing like such a loud twat, and was really bloody surprised to see Ems crying from laughter, sat with some tall blonde girl with fucking awful dress sense.
“What the fuck?” She said to herself, having seen one of the few things that could possibly have distracted her from the well lush guy she was chatting to - her sister having fun, and with someone who Katie hadn’t had to introduce her to. It was really fucking shocking. “Mark, babes, want to get me another drink? I’m just all out.” She said with her best sexy smile downing the last of her WKD. She really needed to talk to Emily about this, who the fuck was that girl? Probably some geek from Ems’ English class or something. It just wouldn’t do for a Fitch to be seen with someone who clearly had trouble dressing herself.
The minute that Mark was out of sight, Katie stormed over to her sisters table, an angry glare fixed on her, still laughing, sister. She just stood there for a moment, looking between Emily and the blonde girl, whoever the fuck she was, waiting for one of them to acknowledge her presence.
Finally through a cloud of smoke, and still laughing at seemingly nothing, the blonde girl looked up at her and did a confused double take.
“Emily, there’s an Emily over there!” She exclaimed before bursting into more drunken laughter. “Twin thing!”
Emily, however, did not seem to take Katie’s arrival as something to be celebrated quite so much. And instead of laughing at her, began to look really fucking scared. Naomi couldn’t quite figure out why.
“Katie...” it was all she could think to say that wouldn’t sound like a fucking confession to something she hadn’t even bloody well done. This was all so sodding awkward, all she could see was Katie’s inexplicably angry expression, and Naomi’s confused one.
She had to do something or this could get really fucking bad, Naomi was looking at Emily then at Katie and back at Emily, and Katie was doing the same thing between her and Naomi, and all Emily could do was stare at her empty glass because this is exactly what she didn’t want to happen tonight.
“Nai, can you go and get us some more drinks please?” It was all she could think to do, get rid of Naomi so that she could talk to Katie about this without it turning into some big thing. Emily just hoped that her eyes said enough about what was going on for the blonde to get the hint.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough already?” Naomi sputtered with a laugh, but she was already standing up and trying, with fairly little success, to step over the bench that she was sat on. Both of the twins watched as Naomi meandered inside, one with a heartbreakingly sad expression and the other with a glare befitting a murderer.
“Who the fuck is she?” Katie spat, turning her glare on her sister.
“I work with her, she’s -”
“A fucking weirdo, judging by the way she’s dressed. Why do you want to hang out with her when we’ve got so many... cooler friends?” Katie cut in. She knew Emily was a bit of a loser but fuck, this blonde girl was beyond loser. Katie could tell just by looking at her.
“I like her, she’s nice. And WE don’t have cooler friends, you have cooler friends, I don’t really have any, other than yours.” She resisted the urge to shout at Katie, to tell her to bugger off because Naomi was hers, just hers. It didn’t matter to Emily if she was a bit weird because she was beautiful and funny and smart and Katie could just fuck off. She tried to say as much with the look that she threw at her sister. A look that Katie definitely did not miss.
“Fine, whatever. If you want to commit social suicide then fucking go for it.
I really couldn’t care less!” And with that she stormed off, back to Mark who was waiting for her with a new drink exactly where they had been sat before ‘like a good little puppy’ Emily thought.
Naomi returned a few minutes later, carrying 6 shots which were all at least half empty, presumably spilt on her shaky walk back from the bar.
“Shouldn’t put fucking steps in pubs, too difficult.” Naomi exclaimed, biting her tongue in concentration. God, she was so fucking cute. All Emily could think was how amazing it would be to feel that tongue on her skin, tracing a line down her body...
“Come on then, let’s get fucked up!” She really didn’t think that she could deal with the combination of her feelings for the blonde and the knowledge that her sister was a few tables away.
After downing the half empty shots, they decided to head to a sort-of-decent club just down the road. Naomi didn’t usually dance, it wasn’t her thing, she was normally too busy judging all the girls rubbing shamelessly up against boys. But tonight was different; Emily made her want to do all the things she’d been too stubborn and proud to do before, and it made her feel amazing....or maybe that was just the shots.
They didn’t drink anymore at the club, just spent the whole hour dancing so close that Naomi could feel Emily’s breath on her cheek as they stared into each other’s eyes, and she couldn’t feel a part of her that wasn’t pressed desperately up against the smaller girl. It was crazy intense, so much more than she’d ever felt with anyone else, even Gary. By the time they left the club, Naomi’s t-shirt was clinging to her sweaty body (‘in all the right places’ Emily thought) and Emily’s hair was stuck to her cheek from the heat.
The cold night air managed to sober the two girls up a little bit, and combined with the hour of dancing, Emily’s world might be buzzing but it thankfully wasn’t spinning anymore. Which was a fucking good thing, because she really didn’t want the girl she was seriously interested in to see her throwing up on a bus.
“That was cool Ems.” Naomi said, not really knowing how else to sum up the past hour that was as intense as any fucking foreplay. She was horny as fuck now, but the idea of going home and shagging Gary really wasn’t appealing at all. She was sure as hell that nothing was gonna happen with Emily tonight though, after all the girl could hardly meet her eye as they stood waiting for the bus. Naomi got the feeling that the only way to get Emily to be alright with her sexuality or whatever, was to get her really fucked up, there had to be another way though because as much as Naomi liked getting drunk with the redhead it couldn’t be all that they did. She’d become even more of a bloody alcoholic than she already was.
On the bus ride back, all Emily could think about was the hour they spent in the club and how much she should have fucking kissed Naomi or something. But then again they’d spent all evening together and she hadn’t even figured out whether it was a fucking date or not.
Katie was on the bloody bus too, and Emily spent the whole journey trying desperately to ignore her while receiving odd venomous glances. ‘That’s it,’ she thought, ‘fuck Katie, I’m going to do what I bloody well want for a change.’
“Where do you get off?” She asked, leaning over the back of the seats in front of her, on which Naomi was now sprawled - beautiful legs swinging gently in the aisle.
“One after next, why?” Naomi looked at the redhead with hooded eyes and her lipstick a bit smudged, ‘wonderful smudges’ Emily thought.
“I’ll get off with you, I mean the bus...” she carried on trying to ignore the heat in her face and Naomi’s smirk, “I’ll walk you home.” Naomi couldn’t think of anything she’d like more than Emily walking her home so she just nodded, feeling something deep in her stomach jolt in agreement.
‘This is it,’ Emily thought, ‘last chance to find out for sure if this is a bloody date or not.’ And she stared at the taller girl sprawled out in front of her for the rest of the journey, her heart throbbing in her throat as Naomi’s slender fingers pushed the stop button and they stepped off the bus into the cold air that clung to the two girls bodies.
Part 6