She Didn't Deserve Her
Title: She Didn't Deserve Her
Author: miss_peg
Rating: T
Characters: Naomi/Emily
Summary: She didn’t deserve her. She didn’t deserve anyone, really.
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins, probably for the best really. :P
Notes: Written for writeskins . Prompt: I can't believe you walked into my life and you're still here - Here Right Now, from Ghost the Musical from tromana .
She didn’t deserve her.
She didn’t deserve anyone, really. She was a loner, always had been, always would be. Even her mum knew that.
She certainly didn’t deserve to be loved, after all that she’d done.
But Emily stuck around.
She wasn’t sure why.
Why would anyone want to love her? Why would anyone want to follow her around like a puppy dog? She wasn’t anything special, she wasn’t anyone important. She cared about the world, but Christ if the world cared back.
She didn’t want to be loved, nor did she want attention and she certainly didn’t want someone inviting her to parties and kissing her without her say so.
Though, she’d probably have kissed her anyway, sooner or later.
What was she thinking? She wasn’t gay. She didn’t like girls. She didn’t have sex with girls.
Except that she had. She’d allowed Emily to kiss her, more than once and actually; she kind of fucking liked it. She wasn’t like boys; Emily didn’t use too much tongue or thrust a hard crotch against her leg. She was graceful and beautiful and fucking hell did she know how to please her.
She’d allowed her to touch her, in places she’d never allowed anyone to touch her before.
Why had she allowed her to touch her?
Why had she allowed her to have any role in her sorry excuse for a life?
Kiss a girl once and she won’t fucking leave you alone, certainly wasn’t what she wanted.
It was hard enough being a teenager in a college where nobody gave a shit about anyone, but to have someone actually give a shit and not give her any peace, time to herself, she fucking hated it.
How could she be a loner when she had gained a fan? Biggest fan, biggest loser.
She’d walked out on her after they slept together and still the little Fitch followed her around. What would it take to get her to stay away? Call her names? She’d as good as done that. Dump her? How many times would she have to do that before it stuck?
She didn’t deserve Emily and quite frankly, she didn’t want her either.
Well, not publically anyway.
Author: miss_peg
Rating: T
Characters: Naomi/Emily
Summary: She didn’t deserve her. She didn’t deserve anyone, really.
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins, probably for the best really. :P
Notes: Written for writeskins . Prompt: I can't believe you walked into my life and you're still here - Here Right Now, from Ghost the Musical from tromana .
She didn’t deserve her.
She didn’t deserve anyone, really. She was a loner, always had been, always would be. Even her mum knew that.
She certainly didn’t deserve to be loved, after all that she’d done.
But Emily stuck around.
She wasn’t sure why.
Why would anyone want to love her? Why would anyone want to follow her around like a puppy dog? She wasn’t anything special, she wasn’t anyone important. She cared about the world, but Christ if the world cared back.
She didn’t want to be loved, nor did she want attention and she certainly didn’t want someone inviting her to parties and kissing her without her say so.
Though, she’d probably have kissed her anyway, sooner or later.
What was she thinking? She wasn’t gay. She didn’t like girls. She didn’t have sex with girls.
Except that she had. She’d allowed Emily to kiss her, more than once and actually; she kind of fucking liked it. She wasn’t like boys; Emily didn’t use too much tongue or thrust a hard crotch against her leg. She was graceful and beautiful and fucking hell did she know how to please her.
She’d allowed her to touch her, in places she’d never allowed anyone to touch her before.
Why had she allowed her to touch her?
Why had she allowed her to have any role in her sorry excuse for a life?
Kiss a girl once and she won’t fucking leave you alone, certainly wasn’t what she wanted.
It was hard enough being a teenager in a college where nobody gave a shit about anyone, but to have someone actually give a shit and not give her any peace, time to herself, she fucking hated it.
How could she be a loner when she had gained a fan? Biggest fan, biggest loser.
She’d walked out on her after they slept together and still the little Fitch followed her around. What would it take to get her to stay away? Call her names? She’d as good as done that. Dump her? How many times would she have to do that before it stuck?
She didn’t deserve Emily and quite frankly, she didn’t want her either.
Well, not publically anyway.