Skins - Naomi/Emily - The Missing Scenes; Catflap
Title: The Missing Scenes - Catflap.
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Naomi/Emily.
Rating: PG-13, for language.
Summary: A unseen scene - set straight after the catflap.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Emily. But I don't so - such is life.
Author's Notes: 970 words, my first skinsfic. There is a prequel to this, but I'm not at home so I can't post it in chronological order! :)
Emily's hand is through the cat flap, holding Naomi's with a strange unwavering persistance. Naomi shifts outside, Emily hears her scrape on the doorstep. She shakes with sobs.
'Don't cry,' Emily whispers superfluously. Naomi laughs softly.
'Thanks for that Em,' She smiles through the tears. Emily let's out a small giggle.
'What the hell are you doing?' Emily's brother asks, rushing down the stairs, then pausing to give a look of distaste at Emily.
'I'm not well,' she states, and Naomi snorts a laugh through the door.
'Why aren't you in the loo then?' he asks.
'Never mind that. Put a brew on will you?' She mutters, and rubs her thumb over the back of Naomi's hand. Her pulse is racing, because all she ever wanted was to be there for Naomi, and all she ever needed was for her to let her. He disappears and she hears the kettle click.
'Is it weird that I just want to stay here?' Naomi asks.
'Yeah, a little bit.'
'It's nice to know that you're there.'
'I know.'
'Who are you talking to?'
'...Myself.' He looks at her strangely, and nudges a mug of tea accross the floor, it spills over a little and she mops up the excess with her sleeve.
'Drop my duvet down please?' He scrunches is face up and pads back upstairs, a few seconds later, her duvet flops to the ground beside her.
'Here,' Emily says gently, trying to nudge her duvet through the tiny hole, without letting go of Naomi's hand.
'You can let go you know,' Naomi mutters, tugging the duvet from her side.
'I know, I just don't want to.'
'I suppose it's more fun this way.'
'Yeah,' Emily giggles a little bit. Naomi tugs the final piece through and laughs.
'Ghostbusters, nice,' she mutters, folding out the duvet with her other hand. 'You've got good taste.'
'If I'd known you were coming I'd have washed my My Little Pony sheets.'
'That better have been a joke Fitch,' Naomi threatens light-heartedly.
'What are your sheets? Hello Kitty?'
'Some people just have plain sheets Emily.'
'I'm only joking, I know you have pink sheets.'
'Stalker!' Naomi laughs.
'Shut up,' Emily mutters and tugs Naomi's hand further through the cat-flap.
'You are just a little bit creepy, you do know that?' Emily looks at her socks, and her little toe poking through the hole. She says nothing. Naomi knows she has caught a nerve and squeezes her hand. Their palms are sweaty.
Naomi watches as a teacup comes through the cat-flap. She wants to say thank-you, but she thinks Emily already knows. She smiles, it possibly the single nicest gesture any one has ever done for her.
Emily leans her head against the door and sighs. Naomi does the same, pulling the duvet around her. Her sobs are shaking to a stop now.
'You're shivering,' Emily notes, though it changes nothing.
There is a silence in which time stands still and Emily gets the distinct feeling that she can feel the earth turning. There is no point in classifying time here, it has lost all meaning.
'Emily?' Naomi asks weakly.
'I'm here.' Naomi smiles though there's no-one is there to see it.
'Don't let go of my hand,' she says sleepily. Emily just squeezes it. She hears Naomi begin to snore on the other side of the door. It's an oddly comforting sound, it makes her feel less alone. She doesn't want to go to sleep, she should be awake to appreciate this fully; to let the words sink in.
Emily grabs Naomi's hand and plants a soft kiss on each knuckle. Naomi wriggles subconsciously as Emily wedges herself further in the corner.
Emily's mind-cogs turn themselves until the sun starts to come up. Naomi stirs.
'Emily!' she whispers.
'Yeah?'
'I need a piss.' Emily laughs.
'Are you ready to let go of my hand yet?'
'I don't know the answer to that,' Naomi says softly.
'After Three,' Emily states, and on the third number, their hands slowly drag apart, fingertips touching until the end. Emily opens the door a crack, and sees Naomi for the first time. She smiles.
'Hi.'
'Hi.' They both stand there smiling idiotically.
'You can use the downstairs loo, but hurry, Katie's going to be up for college soon, and if she catches us...' Naomi brushes past Emily, they are inches apart, face to face. Naomi moves away, as Emily waits by the door, she smiles when she hears it flush.
'Emily!' a voice shouts. Emily's eyes widen.
'Hurry up!' she whispers as Naomi edges past her again, closer than usual. She gathers up her bag and stares at Emily.
'Emily what the fuck are you doing? It's baltic in here - you're letting in a draught!' Katie calls down, Emily hears her footsteps starting down the stairs. Naomi is still standing there, feet from the doorway.
'Go!' Emily urges in a hushed whisper. Naomi turns down the path, as Katie turns down the stairs. Then suddenly Naomi turns back in a lopsided run and collides with Emily, in a kiss that lasts as long as the moment allows. Naomi grins then runs down the garden path at full pelt, diving behind a hedge, just as Katie appears at the door.
'What are you laughing at?' asks Katie, as Emily is chuckling softly to herself. 'Is that your duvet? Did you sleep outside? What the fuck are you looking at?' Katie asks - all in one breath. Emily is still smiling and looking at the hedge.
'Has anyone ever told you that you're really fucking creepy?'
'Yeah, that has come up.' Emily smiles to herself. Katie tuts and walks away.
Naomi re-surfaces further up the hedge, she stands, brushes the twigs off herself and holds her hand up in a wave.
Emily does the same...
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Naomi/Emily.
Rating: PG-13, for language.
Summary: A unseen scene - set straight after the catflap.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Emily. But I don't so - such is life.
Author's Notes: 970 words, my first skinsfic. There is a prequel to this, but I'm not at home so I can't post it in chronological order! :)
Emily's hand is through the cat flap, holding Naomi's with a strange unwavering persistance. Naomi shifts outside, Emily hears her scrape on the doorstep. She shakes with sobs.
'Don't cry,' Emily whispers superfluously. Naomi laughs softly.
'Thanks for that Em,' She smiles through the tears. Emily let's out a small giggle.
'What the hell are you doing?' Emily's brother asks, rushing down the stairs, then pausing to give a look of distaste at Emily.
'I'm not well,' she states, and Naomi snorts a laugh through the door.
'Why aren't you in the loo then?' he asks.
'Never mind that. Put a brew on will you?' She mutters, and rubs her thumb over the back of Naomi's hand. Her pulse is racing, because all she ever wanted was to be there for Naomi, and all she ever needed was for her to let her. He disappears and she hears the kettle click.
'Is it weird that I just want to stay here?' Naomi asks.
'Yeah, a little bit.'
'It's nice to know that you're there.'
'I know.'
'Who are you talking to?'
'...Myself.' He looks at her strangely, and nudges a mug of tea accross the floor, it spills over a little and she mops up the excess with her sleeve.
'Drop my duvet down please?' He scrunches is face up and pads back upstairs, a few seconds later, her duvet flops to the ground beside her.
'Here,' Emily says gently, trying to nudge her duvet through the tiny hole, without letting go of Naomi's hand.
'You can let go you know,' Naomi mutters, tugging the duvet from her side.
'I know, I just don't want to.'
'I suppose it's more fun this way.'
'Yeah,' Emily giggles a little bit. Naomi tugs the final piece through and laughs.
'Ghostbusters, nice,' she mutters, folding out the duvet with her other hand. 'You've got good taste.'
'If I'd known you were coming I'd have washed my My Little Pony sheets.'
'That better have been a joke Fitch,' Naomi threatens light-heartedly.
'What are your sheets? Hello Kitty?'
'Some people just have plain sheets Emily.'
'I'm only joking, I know you have pink sheets.'
'Stalker!' Naomi laughs.
'Shut up,' Emily mutters and tugs Naomi's hand further through the cat-flap.
'You are just a little bit creepy, you do know that?' Emily looks at her socks, and her little toe poking through the hole. She says nothing. Naomi knows she has caught a nerve and squeezes her hand. Their palms are sweaty.
Naomi watches as a teacup comes through the cat-flap. She wants to say thank-you, but she thinks Emily already knows. She smiles, it possibly the single nicest gesture any one has ever done for her.
Emily leans her head against the door and sighs. Naomi does the same, pulling the duvet around her. Her sobs are shaking to a stop now.
'You're shivering,' Emily notes, though it changes nothing.
There is a silence in which time stands still and Emily gets the distinct feeling that she can feel the earth turning. There is no point in classifying time here, it has lost all meaning.
'Emily?' Naomi asks weakly.
'I'm here.' Naomi smiles though there's no-one is there to see it.
'Don't let go of my hand,' she says sleepily. Emily just squeezes it. She hears Naomi begin to snore on the other side of the door. It's an oddly comforting sound, it makes her feel less alone. She doesn't want to go to sleep, she should be awake to appreciate this fully; to let the words sink in.
Emily grabs Naomi's hand and plants a soft kiss on each knuckle. Naomi wriggles subconsciously as Emily wedges herself further in the corner.
Emily's mind-cogs turn themselves until the sun starts to come up. Naomi stirs.
'Emily!' she whispers.
'Yeah?'
'I need a piss.' Emily laughs.
'Are you ready to let go of my hand yet?'
'I don't know the answer to that,' Naomi says softly.
'After Three,' Emily states, and on the third number, their hands slowly drag apart, fingertips touching until the end. Emily opens the door a crack, and sees Naomi for the first time. She smiles.
'Hi.'
'Hi.' They both stand there smiling idiotically.
'You can use the downstairs loo, but hurry, Katie's going to be up for college soon, and if she catches us...' Naomi brushes past Emily, they are inches apart, face to face. Naomi moves away, as Emily waits by the door, she smiles when she hears it flush.
'Emily!' a voice shouts. Emily's eyes widen.
'Hurry up!' she whispers as Naomi edges past her again, closer than usual. She gathers up her bag and stares at Emily.
'Emily what the fuck are you doing? It's baltic in here - you're letting in a draught!' Katie calls down, Emily hears her footsteps starting down the stairs. Naomi is still standing there, feet from the doorway.
'Go!' Emily urges in a hushed whisper. Naomi turns down the path, as Katie turns down the stairs. Then suddenly Naomi turns back in a lopsided run and collides with Emily, in a kiss that lasts as long as the moment allows. Naomi grins then runs down the garden path at full pelt, diving behind a hedge, just as Katie appears at the door.
'What are you laughing at?' asks Katie, as Emily is chuckling softly to herself. 'Is that your duvet? Did you sleep outside? What the fuck are you looking at?' Katie asks - all in one breath. Emily is still smiling and looking at the hedge.
'Has anyone ever told you that you're really fucking creepy?'
'Yeah, that has come up.' Emily smiles to herself. Katie tuts and walks away.
Naomi re-surfaces further up the hedge, she stands, brushes the twigs off herself and holds her hand up in a wave.
Emily does the same...