Author's Note: Greetings, fanfic readers! I am DarthGrammar, and I think the story summary pretty much sums up what you're gonna get from this collection of one-shots. Some context: this is meant to take place in season/series 2, before Sid and Cassie get back together. Also, this is one of the few one-shots that is going to have significantly more sexual content; in my opinion, this one is bending the M rating a little. So you've been warned; skip to the next chapter if you want to avoid it! Reviews are, as always, deeply appreciated. Thanks!

Emily had never snuck out without Katie before. But oh, how she loved it… so far, anyway. The music in the club was thumping loudly, sending rhythmic vibrations up and down her body; the three drinks and one spliff she'd had earlier only heightened all her sensations, so all in all, it was a quite pleasant feeling. She instinctively looked around for Katie… oh yeah, Katie's not here. Emily wondered what was more strange- not having Katie with her, or always having Katie with her.

As she ventured out further into the mass of writhing bodies, a small and pale hand caught hers, pulling her back out again. Emily looked up at the owner of that hand, and found herself unable to look down again.

It was a girl. She was like Goldilocks come to life- her fair hair curled around her face, her eyes were round, and her body was small and almost childlike. Except for her tits. My God, her tits…

What on earth am I doing thinking about her tits?

Emily shook her head, as if that might expel the indiscreet thoughts from it.

"Hi." the girl said. Her smile was so wide and infectious, Emily couldn't muster up the meanness to tell her to bugger off. But then what was the alternative?

"Hi. I'm Emily."

"Emily." Her eyes wandered into the crowd for a second, as if she had to really consider whether she liked the name. "Wow."

Ten minutes later, Emily was up against the wall and she was kissing this girl and everything felt fine and dandy. Except maybe the cold wall, but that couldn't be avoided. The girl was passionate (almost aggressive)- every part of her was touching a part of Emily, and it felt so raw and so sensual and so good.

Emily hadn't known that kissing could feel like this. Katie had certainly never told her anything about it. But, to be fair, Katie had had much more practice- maybe Emily had been doing something wrong up 'til now.

The girl was kissing the juncture where Emily's jaw met her neck, sucking on the skin, and Emily whimpered- it was a small sound, so easily lost in the squalor of the club, but the girl heard it. She paused, looked at Emily with those all-seeing eyes, and led her into a darker corner, where nobody was bound to look.

Her hands now roamed freely, and Emily let hers do the same. She was losing consciousness of what body part belonged to what person- her fingers grasped her waist, her hips ground forward in anticipation and longing, her hands brushed lightly along the sides of her body, her fingers tangled through her hair, her tongue swirled along her skin- and neither of them knew which "her" was Emily and which was the girl.

Emily lost all sense of reason when the girl's hand wandered beneath her skirt, and began to stroke her- first through her underwear, and then skin-to-skin. She tilted her head back, holding in the loud moan that she knew would ruin it all. "Harder," she whispered. She grasped the girl's breasts, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples. There was no club now- there was no music, no swarms of people ignoring them. There was only this girl and her spectacular hands and her pink mouth and her and her and nothing but her.

Emily's breath arrested in her throat when she came- even though her chest heaved, no air came in. She pulled the girl to her and gave her one long, searing kiss- a kiss that had an air of finality about it. The girl pulled away, withdrew her hand. In the aftermath, only one thought crossed Emily's mind: Does this mean I'm gay?

I couldn't be.

If I was, I'd know.

The girl- damn her enigmatic smile! - gave her a lingering look. "You don't fool me one bit, Emily Fitch." she said. As if she was a damn mindreader! Emily opened her mouth to protest, but the girl had folded herself back into the crowd and disappeared, gone as quickly as she had come.

What the fuck?

Emily wondered if she'd have to slap herself to wake up from this- dream? State of being? Whatever it was. All she knew was that she had to get out of the club.

One very short cab ride and one very long walk up the stairs later, Emily finally collapsed into her bed. She looked to her right- the empty bed beside her own was a reminder. Katie does shit like this all the time. Emily gathered the sheets around her, tried to sleep, failed. Her mind was consumed by the girl with the golden hair, the girl who knew her name- but did I ever tell her my last name? How did she know it? Better to forget about it. It's not like I'll ever see her again. As something occurred to Emily, she smiled. She touched her lips.

Katie wasn't the only one who kept secrets anymore.