Notes: As part of the Skins Big Bang on Livejournal, this year we've been having a game of drabble tag, since I've written LOADS of drabbles I thought it was time I shared some of them on here. Each drabble (which, for those of you who don't know, is a story in around 100 words) is headed with the prompt used and the person who left the prompt. This is a collection of Naomily related drabbles.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

The Special Two Collection

1. It seems like more than distance between us (reddawg82)

The distance between us didn't matter, three feet, three houses, three streets. Emily could have been on the moon for what it mattered. The distance wasn't the problem though, that only made it worse. Living in such close proximity, sleeping in the same bed, it made it feel like a constant battle between the physical separation and the emotional distance. That's the distance that mattered, that's the distance that took over our relationship and made it impossible for us to ever find our way back to each other.

2. The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.
- Terry Pratchett, "Hogfather", footnote (tromana)

Naomi mattered.

There was no doubt in Emily's mind that Naomi was and always would be the most important person in her life. She'd been her first love, her first lust, her first everything. She'd come out because of how much she'd fallen for the girl with the blue eyes.

But then she'd broken her heart. Not just broken it, but smashed it to pieces and trampled over it repeatedly until her whole family knew every little detail about the affair.

Then it had become even harder to persuade herself that Naomi still mattered.

3. Te Amo (reddawg82)

We danced all night in our Mexican outfits, drinking tequila and making tacos. Emily stared at me from across the room as I did a strip tease, slipping out of my sombrero and revealing my brand new underwear. She placed her hat on my head and handed me the tequila, which we drunk some more until I could barely stand. Then we stumbled through the house and I fell on top of her outside the bedroom door. There we kissed; a long, passionate embrace that left my heart beating in my ears.

'Te amo,' Emily grinned, pulling me to my feet and taking me into the bedroom. I wanted to tell her that I loved her too, but my mind was fuzzy and as soon as Emily's bare skin had collided with my own, I couldn't think of the words.

4. I kissed your lips and I tasted blood (reddawg82)

I smacked you, hard. You deserved it. You broke my fucking heart into a thousand tiny scraps, which you brushed away so carelessly. You acted like it didn't matter and your mistakes were part of some fucked up version of yourself. I understood, I've always understood you more than you realised.

Your lip bleeds. Only a little. But it's enough to make my tiny scraps of heart reform into a shape that resembles the love that each part still holds. Regardless of everything you've done to me, as much as I know you don't deserve anything but my hatred, I still love you more each day.

I entangle my fingers through your hair, tugging your face towards mine and I crash our lips together. I taste blood, your blood and I know that you don't care that you're bleeding because I'm kissing you and that's all you've ever really wanted.

5. For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. - Ralph Waldo Emerson (tromana)

Since that morning on the rooftop, Emily had been angry. So fucking angry that she couldn't breathe or see anything but the pain, the anger. She didn't want to feel it, had been proactive in moving on with her life, if only to help shed the pain. But nothing would change what happened; nothing would cover over the cracks in her relationship. Why she stayed, she didn't know, she couldn't quite decide. Perhaps she just didn't want to go home, or maybe part of her hoped that things would change. Instead, she spent too long feeling angry. Even when she was out with Mandy or all of their friends, she couldn't feel anything else. There was no time for happiness, all those wasted minutes, hours, days. She couldn't handle it anymore. All she wanted was to smile a genuine smile, not wish her whole life could be erased.

6. Beauty in the breakdown (youtoxic)

Living with Naomi after discovering she'd cheated wasn't normal. Emily knew that and yet she didn't want anything different. She loved to watch her sleeping, or pretending to sleep, as she cried on her side of the room. She loved to listen to her sobbing. She liked watching her getting fucked because the suffering was just too much and she liked to watch her smash the odd plate because she was so fucking angry with herself.

It sounded strange when she thought about it, when she considered telling her friends what she was doing. But, the truth was, it was so beautiful. She loved everything about her girlfriend and this; it was just one more part of her to love.

7. The Wicked Witch of the West was framed (tromana)

"You burnt the bacon!" Emily announced, lifting the grill out of the oven.

"I did not," Naomi retorted, wrapping her arms around Emily's waist as she re-entered the kitchen.

"Then why is it black?"

"I don't know,' she muttered. 'Maybe because you seduced me mid-cooking."

"You still burnt it,' Emily complained, unwrapping herself from Naomi's arms. 'You're like the Wicked Witch of bacon."

"The Wicked Witch was framed."

"Are you accusing me of something?"

"Always," Naomi grinned, pulling Emily back into her arms, putting the grill on the hob and kissing her passionately.

'You still burnt the bacon.'

'It was worth it.'

8. Penguins mate for life... Be my penguin? (reddawg82)

'You'll always be my lobster,' Naomi grinned, her nose resting against Emily's.

The lips that had reached so close to Naomi's were quickly pulled away leaving her pouting and wanting more. Emily, however, looked anything but pleased.

'I don't wanna be your lobster anymore.'

'Why not?' she raised an eyebrow.

'It reminds me of the past,' Emily noted, her eyes downturned. 'Of before. I want to start again, with new things.'

'Okay, what else mates for life?'

'Swans?' Emily suggested.

'I don't like them, they're vicious.'

'And you're not?' Emily laughed.

'Fuck off,' Naomi rolled her eyes, a grin still fixed on her mouth.

'There's always penguins.'

She nodded her head, knelt down on the ground in front of Emily and took her hand carefully in her own.

'Emily Fitch, will you do me the honour of being my penguin?'

'Only if I can be one of those cute ones like in Happy Feet.'

'Fine.'

'Then yes.'

9. Do you believe in karma? (youtoxic)

I loved her more than I could handle. I hurt her more than she ever deserved. She danced around and flirted with other girls in front of me, taunting me, haunting me with the reality of what I'd done. I wish there was a way I could stop it, stop her from feeling the pain, from conflicting pain back. But I can't, I just can't do it. This is my punishment, this is the world's way of saying fuck you right back.

10. This is what we're living for
This is when we give into the moment and let go
- Here Right Now, from Ghost the Musical (tromana)

I hadn't lived for years, too distracted by the feelings I tried to hide inside, too busy pretending I was something I'm not. I couldn't handle life as it wanted to be, so I made it something else just to protect myself from pain. Now I can't. I kneel in front of Emily; our hands cup each other's faces as we do blowbacks. I don't give a fuck about the blowbacks; I'm only doing it because I want Emily to touch me. But having her touch me means everything changes. There's no going back now. The spliff lay unattended on the ground and our lips mashed together in rapid, successive kisses. I can't stop it. It scares the fuck out of me, but this is the moment I've been waiting for.