At The Bottom of Everything - Chapter 13
Title: At The Bottom of Everything, Chapter 13
Fandom: Skins, Gen 2.
Characters: Naomi, Cook, Emily, JJ, Katie, Effy, Pandora, Karen, Thomas
Pairings: Naomi/Emily, Naomi/Cook friendship.
Warnings: Spoilers for 4x08, set right after the last scene. And warnings for everything that is Skins: drugs, alcohol, swears etc...
Summary: "Oh my god, oh you think I'm in control. Oh my god, Oh you think it's all for fun"- Oh My God, Ida Maria
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins, sadly.
Fanfiction.net: www.fanfiction.net/s/5892031/1/At_the_Bottom_of_Everything
Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10 ; Chapter 11; Chapter 12;
A/N: ... I am so sorry. Really, I mean it. Please - I beg of you - don't beat me to death with that baseball bat! Put it down - yes - please! I'll do anything! I know it's been a long time since I've updated this, but I need you to bear with me. Be brave. :) ? No, seriously, for the next 4 chapters let me just tell you that I wrote them backwards, so like I wrote Chapter 16 first then worked back from there. As such, well - just let me know what you think of it. Also, I am in Rio de Janeiro as we speak, came here last weekend :P So yes, I've been writing the chapters I just wouldn't always have time to post them... don't kill me. :( Well, enjoy!
Chapter 13
"Oh my god, oh you think I'm in control. Oh my god, oh you think it's all for fun" - Ida Maria, Oh My God
Katie Fitch hurried around in the kitchen looking for something - anything she could possibly eat.
“Fucking lezzers.” She scowled as she picked the only remotely edible thing there was left, a fucking pack of Garibaldis.
She screwed up her face in disgust looking down at the biscuits, before setting the kettle on and pulling a chair to seat at the table.
The last week had left her drained of any sort of energy. She had spent most of her days at Effy’s, helping Tony to look after her and really try to figure out anything they could possibly do.
Sometimes she would sneak out to the hospital to see her sister whose girlfriend had apparently decided to camp out there for as long as Cook would stay put. Eventually, Emily would need a second pair of arms to drag Naomi out and back home to get some decent sleep.
She couldn’t sleep at night either. Sometimes, if Tony would allow her - or when he was too tired - she would stay with Effy until morning, holding her. It hadn’t helped much, really, but at least there was someone there when she woke up screaming from her nightmares. That is, when she slept at all.
At home - fuck it she’d been living at Campbell’s long enough now, so yeah fucking home, yea? - She rarely could bring herself to sleep. Too many thoughts ran through her head and eventually she would give up and come down for tea or something.
Often, Emily would be down there too, when Naomi was at the hospital. Then they would both sit silently until they fell asleep on each other’s shoulders on the couch. Some nights, when she did manage sleep, she would wake up terrified from her nightmares, their dark images still haunting her mind. Those nights she would slip inside Emily’s room and take Naomi’s place on the bed, hugging her sister until they both fell back asleep.
It was childish, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do. It was nice, she reckoned, having her sister around again and being able to share everything with her.
It was nice - except when dear old twin Emily decided to lez it up with her girlfriend.
“Fucking cunts.” She scowled again, hiding her face in her hands when she heard soft moans and odd noises coming out of their bedroom.
She was about to shout at them to fucking stop it - granted they hadn’t been at it in fucking months and were ridiculously loved up; but that was not enough to warm up her heart to the idea of her sister being fucked senseless by Naomi Campbell of all people while she listened quietly from the kitchen.
She was, however, rudely snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a cheery loud greeting coming from the doorway and the distinctive sound of the front door closing.
Before she could force her body to stand and inquire who the fuck did that voice belong to, she felt an arm curl up around her neck as someone pulled her in for an embrace from behind. She was pretty sure she was being strangled to death by some very lousy murderer.
“Oh, Emily - dear! You’re back - I am so glad you and Naomi patched things up, luv!”
Now Katie was entirely sure this was an axe murderer coming to end her sufferings.
“You changed your hair again, love? Oh well can’t say I didn’t love the red, but this darker shade fits you well. Oh, I am so pleased to see you again, sweetheart!” She frowned in disgust as her face was smoldered with kisses.
“You look tired, hun. I guess you and my daughter have been at it like rabbits, then - eh?” She laughed whole-heartedly behind her as she untangled herself from Katie’s neck.
“Oh well - I guess it’ll be fine if I go up and greet the sleeping beauty then, innit? She can’t be very busy if you’re down here, can she?”
The woman left the kitchen promptly, nearly fucking skipping up the stairs towards Naomi’s room ready to interrupt her daughter’s heated morning activities with her girlfriend.
Surely, Katie should have stepped up, distracted her from finding her twin sister being fucked mindlessly in her daughter’s bed - or at least corrected the older woman and said something about not being Emily.
Except Katie Fitch had frozen in time, the images of her sister and the other lezzer going at it like rabbits - and of being confused for her twin - imprinted in her mind as she stood stone-faced, her hands cold, staring at the wall in front of her.
It used to be fine if people thought she was Emily when they were kids, really fucking annoying but somewhat fine.
People thinking she was the one fucking another girl endlessly like a fucking rabbit in heat? Not fine.
No, definitely not fucking fine.
“’Morning love!”
Emily was kissing her neck, running her hands smoothly down her stomach making Naomi shiver with every touch. It really was no surprise she never heard their bedroom’s door snapping open, especially when she was moaning in Emily’s hair.
“Oh, dear, Emily’s right downstairs - there really is no point in you doing this to yourself if you can -“
She felt Emily jolt from her previous position, her face matching her hair as she pulled the covers over her nakedness. She buried her head in her pillow. Fucking great, just fucking -
“Oh, Emily! Dear, well if you’re here… Oh fucking hell, I see.” Her mother burst into laughter from the doorway. Naomi imagined getting an axe and chopping her into little hippie bits.
“That was your twin in the kitchen then, wasn’t it love? Oh Naomi, dear, you know I don’t mind your sexual life, but fucking two twins at a time - Emily’s twin nonetheless - is a bit much, don’t you think? I must say, you do have good taste. They’re both gorgeous.” Naomi nearly suffocated on her pillow.
“Oh she’s not - I mean - it’s just -“ She could practically feel the heat emanating from Emily’s cheeks as she spoke, Christ. Just. Fucking. Great timing, mum.
“Oh it’s ok dear, I was only joking - I wouldn’t think you would allow that, would you?” Another laugh “Anyway, you two seemed pretty busy before I walked in so I’ll leave you two to it, alright? Naomi, dear, I’ll be downstairs when you come down - you absolutely have to see all the photos we took, Ireland was fucking amazing!”
The sound of the door closing next to her was not even enough to pull Naomi’s head away from her pillow. After that, she seriously considered curling up under her blanket and keeping her face buried there until the day she died. Well, maybe Emily could curl up there with her; that is if her mother hadn’t just scared her off for good.
“ So… your mum’s back.”
She nodded into her pillow.
“Does she… you know, like, know I’m staying over?”
“Ems this is our house, too. You live here, in our room, with me. So yes I did tell her months ago when you first moved in and even if I hadn’t, it’s really none of her fucking business.” She had to move her face away from the suffocating comfort she had found to prop herself on her elbow. She started tracing patterns on Emily’s arm as she spoke, it really was nice to be this close to her again. Emily smiled.
“What about Katie?”
“I’ll let her know - it’ll be fine. Really Ems, my mum let the most random, dirty and crazy people I have ever met live in our house for ages - and none were paying rent! There was this Voodoo woman there at one point, I’m pretty sure I saw her turn a frog into a rabbit once, it was fucking insane. So no, she won’t mind Katie. You don’t have to worry.”
Emily flashed another smile; Naomi ran her fingers up and down her arm as if she were trying to memorize its every trace.
“She turned a frog into a rabbit, did she?”
“I fucking swear I saw it. I thought I was going mad, went through two whole packs of fags that afternoon just to try and make sense of it.”
“You’re telling me that Naomi Campbell now believes in magic?” Her arm shook a bit from laughter and as hard as she tried to scowl at her, Naomi really couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s not magic. It’s voodoo.”
“Is there a difference?”
“Maybe not. But that’s what I saw and it looked fucking real enough to me. I still think she dropped some pills on my drink earlier that day. Yeah - that was it - I was just fucking stoned off my arse.”
“’Course you were, Naoms.”
“Voodoo. It’s serious shit Ems. If I were you, I’d be careful. What do you know; maybe I picked up a thing or two from her.” She winked mischievously at her girlfriend causing Emily to break into a fit of laughter next to her. Naomi started laughing too, the whole idea sounding even more ridiculous now.
By the time their bodies finally stopped shaking, they were lying a lot closer to each other. Naomi sobered up instantly as Emily’s eyes flicked down to her lips before she tangled her fingers in Naomi’s hair and pulled her in for a kiss.
She let herself to fall into it, opening her mouth slightly allowing Emily to deepen the kiss. It soon became much more passionate and heated as they both let all the wants and needs they had been keeping to themselves show through their touches. Her hands wandered on Emily’s back, holding her the closest she possibly could, their naked bodies pressing together fitting so perfectly she couldn’t imagine not being with her. Every dark memory she had of those days sitting across the room staring at Emily’s sleeping form, of the torturous distance she held between the two of them for what seemed like years, suddenly evaporated as Emily’s lips traced down her neck.
Fuck, it had been too long since she’d been able to do this.
“We’re - fuck - picking up where - Jesus - we left off then?” She choked out and she felt Emily’s smiling into her neck at her obvious inability to speak properly at the moment.
“FUCK’S SAKE, NO I’M NOT FUCKING NAOMI - I’M NOT A FUCKING LEZZER!”
Katie Fitch’s voice resonated in the house’s walls.
Ok so where was her axe? Maybe she could get Emily to go outside for a bit while she managed to chop her mother and Katie into little hippie and leopard bits, put them in a plastic bag and then deposit them out the window - or feed them to like cats or something - then Emily could come back in and they would have their fucking make up sex for once.
Fuck you, World.
“Ok - not a goer Naoms.”Emily stated as she climbed hurriedly out of bed into her clothes. “One more reference to you fucking my sister by mistake - or purposely - and I might never be able to shag anyone ever again. No matter how fucking hot you are.”
“Right, yeah. Well, you know she’s your twin; it might not be that bad.” She smirked before her vision was obscured by a pretty hard pillow thrown her way. “Ouch - Ems! That hurt!”
“Yeah well - don’t even think about fucking my sister.”
“I was kidding. It would be - Oh Jesus, I can’t even - it’s disgusting. Katie Fucking Fitch, no fucking way.” They smiled at each other. Naomi got out of the covers, gathering her clothes around the room while Emily checked her reflection before walking towards the door.
“Oh dear, I do remember when those two first started dating. They would go at it like rabbits or monkeys any way you want to see it. It was quite noisy for a few weeks last summer, honestly, and Naomi thought I couldn’t hear them - I think the whole street could hear them really! You know I’ve never fucked a girl, but I’ve always wondered if they wore strap-ons and shit, but Naomi never mentioned anything about that so really I guess they don’t do it…”
“Don’t - please just…don’t”
“Oh Katie, dear, you shouldn’t feel uncomfortable when talking about sex. Shagging is a very natural activity and is a big part of our daily life, it shouldn’t be something we hide or are afraid of! You should be proud of your sexual life, that’s what women should do you know? Would you like some more tea? Oh I remember this one man I dated - every day we would try a different Kama sutra position! And then when we ran out of those we would - ”
“Right. Naoms - hurry up - I think your mum is trying to drive my sister into committing suicide through vivid mental images.”
“Yeah I’m up; I’m dressed, NAOMILY TO THE RESCUE!”
“…Naomily? What the fuck?”
“It’s what Cook calls us. Says we’re always together now, he says, like we’re glued to the hip or something. So he like calls us Naomily. I told him it was fucking stupid and to shove it up his arse, but you know Cook - he’s a tosser. So it kind of got stuck in my head.”
“… It is bloody ridiculous.” She took Naomi’s hand. “But it’s sweet. Fucking cheesy though, and yes it will be held against you next time you even try to make fun of me for wanting to be ‘romantic’.”
“Fuck me - right - never using that name again then.”
The laughed their whole way down the stairs until they were harshly brought back to reality as her mother animatedly inquired on their sex habits and use of props and Katie looked at them like she was about to pounce, rip them to shreds with her leopard nails then go off and possibly commit suicide to get rid of the images inflicted on her poor tired brain.
Right. This was going to be interesting.
Chapter 14