Title: Second
Summary: Effy is always her second choice.
Disclaimer: Don't own Skins or anything related to the show.
Rating: T
A/N: Effy/Emily.
"This is fucked up." Emily sighs as she searches the other girl's floor for her discarded clothing. "Could you fucking tidy up for once? I can't find my fucking skirt!" She searches through piles of discarded clothing, broken CD cases and empty bottles. The other girl doesn't reply, just sits there watching her, waiting for the inevitable.
The redhead curses again and finally gives up on looking for the lost skirt. She slumps to the floor, her back leaning against the bed and her head resting in her hands. She'd swore she was going to stop turning up in the middle of the night and letting the other girl rip her clothes off and throw them recklessly around the room. She promised herself she was going to stop using the other girl. She's promised herself a lot of things.
"I don't mind you know." Her voice is small and Emily can't remember the last time she heard it. Yesterday? Maybe the day before? Effy Stonem doesn't waste her words. She silently gets to her feet and stands in front of the redhead. She wears an oversized man's t-shirt that reaches to just above her knees and her hair is toussled and unkempt. She has that just-fucked look about her and Emily can already feel herself getting turned on again.
"Where the fuck is my skirt?" She tries to ignore the other girl and carries on searching the floor for her skirt. Effy bends down gracefully and picks up the offending garment. A red slip of cloth that really puts the mini in mini-skirt.
If anyone else had been wearing it she would of though it was trashy, but on Emily it just looks amazing. Her long thin legs clad in black tights under that short red skirt had driven Effy crazy the second she'd walked in to the club earlier that night. Emily hadn't been interested until Naomi had stormed out of the club in a strop.
That's how it always was. Effy was the back up plan. Always second best.
The quiet girl holds the skirt out for Emily to take. Emily sighs as she goes to snatch the garment out of her hand. Effy holds on tightly though and tugs the other girl closer, crushing their lips together before Emily can protest. The skirt falls from their hands and Emily finds herself being backed up against the bed. Her top and bra, which she only put back on a few minutes earlier are thrown back in to the sea of mess on Effy's floor. "I don't care." Effy repeats her earlier words as she pushes the redhead down on to her bed.
Effy Stonem doesn't care that she's second best. She doesn't care that Emily loves Naomi, and that she just uses Effy. She doesn't care because she knows that when Emily is with her, beneath her with her eyes rolling to the back of her head and Effy's name rolling off her swollen lips, the last thing she is thinking about is Naomi Campbell.
Emily ends up at Effy's house most nights; and most nighs the last thing she thinks about is the girl lying on top of her. It's not perfect, but Effy is patient.