Fic: Not as Imagined
Title: Not as Imagined
Fandom: Skins
Character(s): Emily, Naomi
Pairing(s): Emily/Naomi
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: K+/PG
Word Count: 524
Warning(s): post 4x08
Summary: This wasn’t how she had imagined it going.
She often imagined how it would go when Emily would finally forgive her, usually late at night when she couldn’t sleep or early in the morning when she would sit on the other bed and watch Emily sleep. She imagined that Emily would look at her and tell her she was forgiven and then they would make love frantically, gently for the rest of the day and throughout the night (and perhaps for several days afterward as well, Naomi had thought, licking her lips).
This wasn’t how she imagined it, the way they had walked home leisurely, hand in hand, laughing and talking and kissing like they had all the time in the world or how they had curled up on the couch to watch some TV movie that neither of them knew the name of. Emily laced her fingers through Naomi’s, kissed her cheek, and rested her head against her shoulder.
“I love you, too,” Emily said softly. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you that at the shed, what with Cook being a total tosser…” She smiled at Naomi who chuckled, remembering the way Cook had whooped and enthusiastically demanded an encore. “But I do.”
Naomi smiled, giving Emily’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I know.”
Emily giggled for a moment; Naomi had never been the one to say that. She sobered quickly, though, and pulled away so that she could see Naomi’s face. “Are you sure? I told you that this morning, and you accused me of lying.”
Naomi sighed. She knew they had a lot to discuss, but she really had hoped that it could wait until tomorrow. “I was angry and hurt. And just tired of everything.” She pulled Emily back against her side and rested her cheek against the top of Emily’s head. “Mandy…” She felt jealousy and anger flare up and trailed off.
“Nothing happened,” Emily said. “We didn’t do anything, I promise.”
“I believe you.” Naomi’s mind wondered to the packed bags at the foot of her bed. She bit her lip. As much as she wanted to suggest unpacking them and putting Emily’s clothes back where they belonged, she didn’t want to assume anything; did she even have that right? “What do we do now?”
Emily smiled and kissed her. “Now we go upstairs…” She cupped Naomi’s breast through her shirt and bit gently at her lower lip. Naomi resisted a moan, pushing Emily’s hand away.
“No, Ems, I mean…your bags… Are you going to stay here or-”
“Well…” Emily bit her lip. Naomi swallowed hard. “I thought I might be staying here since…”
Naomi sighed, a smile curving her lips. “Good. We’ll unpack them before bed.” She shifted, lying down on the couch, pulling Emily down to lie on top of her, and she tucked Emily’s head under her chin. She placed one hand on the back of Emily’s head and held her hand in the other. “Do you…do you think we could just…stay like this for a while?”
She felt Emily smile against her shoulder. “Yeah…for a bit.”
Naomi grinned; this wasn’t how she imagined it, but she found it didn’t matter.