Fic: one truth at a time (3/3)
Title: one truth at a time (3/3)
Characters: Naomi, Emily, mentions of other characters
Pairing: Nominally Emily/Naomi
Rating: Soft R
Word Count: near 1,000
Spoilers: Up to Skins Series 3 Episode 7
Summary: Emily's trying to avoid Katie. She eventually goes home.
Warnings: Sexuality
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belongs to me.
Author's Notes: Much thanks to Kerry, for being a supportive beta and a wonderful conversationalist. Also, thanks to _ruined_ and pitch_black_sky , my beta's are helping me with an Episode 8 fic which might be postable in the near future.
More Author's Notes:This is a 3 chapter fic, I'm grateful for all of the comments! You can read the first chapter and the second chapter if you want, though I've been told that they could stand alone.
"I wish I had a sister like yours."
Emily nearly snorted her drink out her nose.
"I wouldn't want Katie for a sister, but it gets lonely being the only child."
"Warn me next time!" Emily sputtered, attempting to clean up her mess.
Naomi guffawed. "Gotcha. Will save uncomfortable personal revelations for times when you are not drinking something."
Wandering through town, they had randomly come upon a chippy. Naomi had been very attentive by paying for their snack and steering conversation lightly, but never directly towards Emily and her shitty weekend. Their whole afternoon was like . . . a date. Emily couldn't let it be a date, not when so much still needed to be sorted between them.
"Thanks for . . . " Emily indicated her fish, chips and drink. "It's, um, good."
"No problem." Naomi took a sip of her own drink.
"I'll pay you back, yeah?"
Naomi glanced down in an unreadable way. "Its my father's money. I tend to spend it on whatever. You don't have to pay me back."
"Well, I still want to."
"Ems, you don't have to." Naomi looked up at Emily seriously. "Its Not. A. Problem. So, let it go. If you really want to pay me back, tell me about your weekend."
"Naomi, this weekend, its been all fucked up. JJ, he told my sister that I'm." Emily took a deep breath and words came tumbling out. "I've been seeing a counsellor, and working to be more honest with people. You were right. I am gay. Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not trying to perve on you or anything. Or start, I mean, I don't expect you to do or say anything."
"Didn't think you were, Ems. We do have a table with fish and chips between us." Naomi admitted. "If Effy can be understanding about this, I'm not letting her outclass me."
Emily smiled at Naomi. Slightly uncomfortable with her own newly minted honesty, Emily fidgeted with her cup.
Naomi broke the silence. "You stopped going to class. Even when you and Katie fought in middle school, you'd always go to class. So, its more serious now, I bet. The fighting, I think. And maybe I'm the reason why -"
"You're not, Naomi. She doesn't know. I don't really know. No one knows." Emily offered a watery grin. "About us, I mean."
Naomi shrugged. "Don't be so sure about that."
Emily let the topic slide. It didn't seem worth it to bring up Effy's knowledge. Effy was the type to keep secrets safe until they could be revealed for maximum drama.
Naomi got up. "Fancy a walk?"
Naomi's idea of a walk in Bristol was wandering through the suburbs. Houses and cars, and houses and cars. They stopped and looked at different houses. Some of the gardens looked awfully familiar to Emily, but the night quickly fell, muting colors and obscuring shapes.
"Katie seems bummed that you didn't come to class, but she's not angry at me. She's just angry." Naomi offered after they passed yet another house, another car.
"I lied back then. I'm not lying anymore. Katie doesn't like it. The truth, I mean. She really let me have it after JJ told her. I mean, in front of complete strangers she was screaming at me calling me a lezzer."
"And you plan to avoid her for the rest of your life. Great idea, Ems." Naomi put a hand on Emily's arm and they both paused. "I don't think you should, because this is your home, too."
Emily looked up to see her house weakly lit by streetlights.
"Don't look so shocked, Ems. I'm intimate friends with your front door and cat flap. You know they wouldn't even be worth half the experience without you in there." Naomi avoided Emily's eyes, but continued talking . "No matter what happened, even if you kept dodging around for another week or two, you know that you'd still end up here."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"A wise woman once told me that I was nice to hang out with when I was not being a prick." Naomi poked Emily with a finger. "Same goes for you. Stop being a prick and get in there."
"You're being sweet. To me. I'm definitely dreaming." Emily playfully looked around. "If I only had witnesses."
"I won't let you get away with insulting me. Why, I'm the nicest person I know." Naomi pulled an angry face.
"Oh really?" Emily laughed, finding that statement the funniest thing she had heard in ages.
"No, not really. You're the nicest person I know." Naomi, completely serious, looked into Emily's eyes. "Go on, get in there."
Emily walked up to her house, then turned, wanted to say so much, to obliterate all the secrets, to really tell Naomi how she felt. "Naomi, more things happened this weekend. And I don't know if its the right time to tell you, but I think I should try."
Naomi shook her head. "It's okay. You can tell me later. Tomorrow, in class. Because you are going to class, right?"
Emily nodded. "Right. I'll be seeing you."
Turning away from Naomi was difficult, but somehow Emily managed to get her keys out and open the door. Emily glanced back through the door and watched Naomi set off for her own home.
Characters: Naomi, Emily, mentions of other characters
Pairing: Nominally Emily/Naomi
Rating: Soft R
Word Count: near 1,000
Spoilers: Up to Skins Series 3 Episode 7
Summary: Emily's trying to avoid Katie. She eventually goes home.
Warnings: Sexuality
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belongs to me.
Author's Notes: Much thanks to Kerry, for being a supportive beta and a wonderful conversationalist. Also, thanks to _ruined_ and pitch_black_sky , my beta's are helping me with an Episode 8 fic which might be postable in the near future.
More Author's Notes:This is a 3 chapter fic, I'm grateful for all of the comments! You can read the first chapter and the second chapter if you want, though I've been told that they could stand alone.
"I wish I had a sister like yours."
Emily nearly snorted her drink out her nose.
"I wouldn't want Katie for a sister, but it gets lonely being the only child."
"Warn me next time!" Emily sputtered, attempting to clean up her mess.
Naomi guffawed. "Gotcha. Will save uncomfortable personal revelations for times when you are not drinking something."
Wandering through town, they had randomly come upon a chippy. Naomi had been very attentive by paying for their snack and steering conversation lightly, but never directly towards Emily and her shitty weekend. Their whole afternoon was like . . . a date. Emily couldn't let it be a date, not when so much still needed to be sorted between them.
"Thanks for . . . " Emily indicated her fish, chips and drink. "It's, um, good."
"No problem." Naomi took a sip of her own drink.
"I'll pay you back, yeah?"
Naomi glanced down in an unreadable way. "Its my father's money. I tend to spend it on whatever. You don't have to pay me back."
"Well, I still want to."
"Ems, you don't have to." Naomi looked up at Emily seriously. "Its Not. A. Problem. So, let it go. If you really want to pay me back, tell me about your weekend."
"Naomi, this weekend, its been all fucked up. JJ, he told my sister that I'm." Emily took a deep breath and words came tumbling out. "I've been seeing a counsellor, and working to be more honest with people. You were right. I am gay. Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not trying to perve on you or anything. Or start, I mean, I don't expect you to do or say anything."
"Didn't think you were, Ems. We do have a table with fish and chips between us." Naomi admitted. "If Effy can be understanding about this, I'm not letting her outclass me."
Emily smiled at Naomi. Slightly uncomfortable with her own newly minted honesty, Emily fidgeted with her cup.
Naomi broke the silence. "You stopped going to class. Even when you and Katie fought in middle school, you'd always go to class. So, its more serious now, I bet. The fighting, I think. And maybe I'm the reason why -"
"You're not, Naomi. She doesn't know. I don't really know. No one knows." Emily offered a watery grin. "About us, I mean."
Naomi shrugged. "Don't be so sure about that."
Emily let the topic slide. It didn't seem worth it to bring up Effy's knowledge. Effy was the type to keep secrets safe until they could be revealed for maximum drama.
Naomi got up. "Fancy a walk?"
Naomi's idea of a walk in Bristol was wandering through the suburbs. Houses and cars, and houses and cars. They stopped and looked at different houses. Some of the gardens looked awfully familiar to Emily, but the night quickly fell, muting colors and obscuring shapes.
"Katie seems bummed that you didn't come to class, but she's not angry at me. She's just angry." Naomi offered after they passed yet another house, another car.
"I lied back then. I'm not lying anymore. Katie doesn't like it. The truth, I mean. She really let me have it after JJ told her. I mean, in front of complete strangers she was screaming at me calling me a lezzer."
"And you plan to avoid her for the rest of your life. Great idea, Ems." Naomi put a hand on Emily's arm and they both paused. "I don't think you should, because this is your home, too."
Emily looked up to see her house weakly lit by streetlights.
"Don't look so shocked, Ems. I'm intimate friends with your front door and cat flap. You know they wouldn't even be worth half the experience without you in there." Naomi avoided Emily's eyes, but continued talking . "No matter what happened, even if you kept dodging around for another week or two, you know that you'd still end up here."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"A wise woman once told me that I was nice to hang out with when I was not being a prick." Naomi poked Emily with a finger. "Same goes for you. Stop being a prick and get in there."
"You're being sweet. To me. I'm definitely dreaming." Emily playfully looked around. "If I only had witnesses."
"I won't let you get away with insulting me. Why, I'm the nicest person I know." Naomi pulled an angry face.
"Oh really?" Emily laughed, finding that statement the funniest thing she had heard in ages.
"No, not really. You're the nicest person I know." Naomi, completely serious, looked into Emily's eyes. "Go on, get in there."
Emily walked up to her house, then turned, wanted to say so much, to obliterate all the secrets, to really tell Naomi how she felt. "Naomi, more things happened this weekend. And I don't know if its the right time to tell you, but I think I should try."
Naomi shook her head. "It's okay. You can tell me later. Tomorrow, in class. Because you are going to class, right?"
Emily nodded. "Right. I'll be seeing you."
Turning away from Naomi was difficult, but somehow Emily managed to get her keys out and open the door. Emily glanced back through the door and watched Naomi set off for her own home.