Drabble: All the time you felt so free (Skins, Emily/Naomi, PG-13)
All the time you felt so free
[R is for Rain, Skins, Emily/Naomi, for twistomatic]
This is when it’s easy; drunk and soaking wet on a Saturday night. They’re leaned up against one another on a deserted street, finding footholds that don’t slip free under ridiculous heels they shouldn’t have worn in the first place. Naomi jokes, says now they’ve found each other there’s no reason to dress up when they go out. They can get well frumpy. Emily frowns, trips a little, says she wants a proper date, with proper fancy clothes and the like, and of course, Naomi understands. They clasp hands in the street and rivulets drip from their undone hair and fingers.
This is nice, Emily says, smiles, leans in for a kiss. A proper date, Naomi asserts, closing the distance, tugging at Emily’s skirt. The rain makes it clingy and harder to work her long fingers underneath, but it doesn’t stop her. They laugh, lips brushing, and slink into an alleyway.
God, I’m so fucking wet.
You really are.
[R is for Rain, Skins, Emily/Naomi, for twistomatic]
This is when it’s easy; drunk and soaking wet on a Saturday night. They’re leaned up against one another on a deserted street, finding footholds that don’t slip free under ridiculous heels they shouldn’t have worn in the first place. Naomi jokes, says now they’ve found each other there’s no reason to dress up when they go out. They can get well frumpy. Emily frowns, trips a little, says she wants a proper date, with proper fancy clothes and the like, and of course, Naomi understands. They clasp hands in the street and rivulets drip from their undone hair and fingers.
This is nice, Emily says, smiles, leans in for a kiss. A proper date, Naomi asserts, closing the distance, tugging at Emily’s skirt. The rain makes it clingy and harder to work her long fingers underneath, but it doesn’t stop her. They laugh, lips brushing, and slink into an alleyway.
God, I’m so fucking wet.
You really are.