Title: You're Happening To Me

Author: Miss Peg

Rating: T

Pairing: Skins: Emily/Naomi

Disclaimer: Someone else owns Skins, like I need reminding?!

Summary: Six days. It had only been six days. She still couldn't quite believe it to be true, had to keep looking at Naomi to confirm that everything she'd ever wanted was right there beside her on the sofa.

Author Notes: Naomily FLUFF and when I say fluff, I DO MEAN FLUFF!

You're Happening To Me

Lacing their fingers between them, Emily glanced up at Naomi. Six days. It had only been six days. She still couldn't quite believe it to be true, had to keep looking at Naomi to confirm that everything she'd ever wanted was right there beside her on the sofa. It was true and it was real and it made her want to curl up in Naomi's arms forever.

'What are you thinking?'

'Not telling,' Emily whispered, smiling sweetly at her girlfriend. Her girlfriend. It had a nice ring to it, it sounded like the most perfect title in the world. Except the title of said girlfriend; Naomi.

When she was six there had been a girl who came to her school for a few months named Naomi. She was horrible. It made her hate the name for years. That was, until she realised she had feelings for someone with the same name. Now it was the greatest name she'd ever heard.

'Tell me,' Naomi pushed, unlacing their fingers, drawing Emily's hand across her lap as she snaked a finger across her palm.

'You'll laugh.'

'So?'

'Fine, but I warned you,' Emily grinned. 'Sometimes I have to look at you just so I know this is really happening.'

Naomi let out a small chuckle, that only made Emily roll her eyes in playful contention.

'See!'

Naomi snorted in her laughter. 'You're such a girl.'

'And you,' Emily noted, raising an eye playfully. 'Are such a boy.'

'Just because I don't want to sit around staring at you like a puppy dog, that makes me a guy?'

Emily grinned, 'You said it.'

'If I didn't love you Fitch, I'd have left hours ago.'

Emily pulled her hand back, shifting her position until her head was resting on Naomi's shoulder.

'If you didn't love me, you wouldn't be in my house.'

'That is true. Unless Katie or James became my friends, then maybe.'

Emily scoffed. 'You and my brother and sister, friends?'

'What?' Naomi asked, appearing slightly disgruntled by Emily's lack of belief. 'Stranger things have happened you know.'

'Yeah, like Cook spending a day without sex and my dad actually letting me buy a giant bar of Dairy Milk at the supermarket.'

Naomi tilted her head to the side. 'Are you mocking me? Because I don't like being mocked.'

'I'm sorry baby,' Emily cooed, sitting up and sliding a finger through Naomi's blonde locks, curling the hairs around her finger. 'Did I ever tell you how much I love that you're growing your hair out?'

'Once or twice,' Naomi smiled.

''Cause I really do. It suits you short, but I'm excited to see how amazing you look with it long.'

'I just want to be able to tie it back if I want to. It can get annoying when the wind's blowing.'

'You're growing your hair because of the wind?' Emily frowned.

'No, you twat, I'm growing it because I want to grow it. But that is a benefit.'

'I can think of a few more,' Emily sighed, pressing her lips across Naomi's neck until the blonde reacted to her touch.

'Emily, don't,' Naomi shifted uncomfortably.

'Why not? We're alone.'

'Yeah, sure we are,' Naomi rolled her eyes. 'For all of five seconds before your perverted brother comes in with his idiotic friend wanting to play Playstation.'

'So what if they do?' Emily asked, stroking a finger along Naomi's uncovered thigh.

'I am not giving two thirteen year old boys a show. I don't want them getting off to us.'

'Ew, that's my brother,' Emily groaned, pulling away slightly.

'This is why I think we should spend the summer at my house.'

'But your mum's home, isn't she?'

'She's been spending a lot of time at Kieran's actually, if I ask her nicely she'll leave us alone.'

'Look Naomi, I like your house but I also like my house. I would quite like to at least spend some of the summer here.'

The front door banged shut and the sound of James running up the stairs made Naomi glance around cautiously, her eyes wild in her head as she slouched down on the sofa, trying to make herself as small as possible.

'Okay,' Emily sighed. 'What is with you?'

'Nothing, I'm fine.'

'Now I want the real answer,' Emily muttered, lacing their fingers together again.

Naomi took a deep breath, tucking her lip under her tooth as she whispered a response. 'I'm scared your mother will see me.'

'You're what?' Emily asked, leaning a little closer.

'I'm scared your mother will see me,' Naomi repeated, barely louder.

'I'm sorry baby but I can't hear what you're saying.'

Naomi rolled her eyes, almost shouting. 'Christ. I'm fucking scared of your mother.'

Emily didn't mean to laugh, her mouth just opened and giggles came out. She pressed her lips together until she shook with inner laughter.

'Jesus Emily, thanks for the support, yeah?'

'I'm sorry,' Emily muttered, squeezing her hand gently. 'I know you and mum don't see eye to eye.'

'Eye to eye?' Naomi scoffed. 'She's a fucking monster.'

'Come on, she's not that bad,' Emily stated, defensively. She knew Jenna wasn't the most warming of people, but she was hardly a monster.

'I'd take the rest of your family over her any day.'

'You sure about that?' Emily questioned.

'Yeah. Nothing can be worse than that woman. I know exactly where Katie gets her bitch from.'

Emily sighed, she didn't like it when Naomi called Katie a bitch, no matter how much she thought it to be true. 'Please don't.'

'Sorry,' Naomi muttered, an awkward silence lingering over them.

'My mum goes to Yoga at the gym on Thursdays, how about you come round for dinner, meet the rest of the Fitchs.'

A smile crept onto Naomi's face and though it looked like she was trying to push it away, it made Emily glow inside. 'You want me to meet your family?'

'Course I do. You're my girlfriend, I love you. I want to show you off.'

'I'd like that,' Naomi whispered.

'Now just you wait until you meet my dad,' Emily grinned.

'Oh Christ, what have I let myself in for?'

Emily giggled. 'He's a pussy cat really, but he is protective. So don't be surprised if he gives you one of those, 'don't hurt my daughter' speeches.'

'He does that?' Naomi scoffed. 'Jesus and I thought my family was weird. I didn't think anyone actually did that except those weird parents in those stupid romantic comedies.'

Emily laughed, curling herself back up against Naomi. 'So you'll come?'

'Yes, I'll come,' Naomi mumbled. 'But if I get a protective father speech from your dad then I get to choose what we do for a week.'

Emily raised an eyebrow and tilted her glance up towards Naomi. 'What we do? Like go for a walk or attend a protest?'

'Maybe,' a cheeky grin passed over Naomi's lips.

'You wanna choose what we do in bed, don't you?' Emily laughed.

'Yeah, so?'

Emily shook her head. 'Nothing, just, didn't expect you to want to take charge of ideas.'

'There's a lot you don't know about me Em.'

'Like what?'

'Like the fact your smile makes me feel all tingly inside.'

Emily laughed. 'Who's being the girl now?'

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