A/N: One-shot. I don't own skins. But I adore Emily and Naomi. So, enjoy.
Naomi turned on the shower, feeling numb. Or was it raw. She wasn't sure. Flashes of being with Emily Fitch played in her mind, turning her heart in ways she'd never imagined for herself. A girl. She'd made love to a girl. No. She'd made love to Emily Fitch, the very girl she'd always found so dangerous.
Christ, Naomi thought. Made love?
It wasn't as if Naomi hadn't initiated it. She did kiss Emily after all. Surely it was just the spliff and the damn vodka she'd stolen from Gina. Or was it scotch? She shook her head, crying softly as the warm water hugged her naked body.
She reached for her wash rag, coated it with soap and roughly tried to wash away the scars of Emily's kisses. Emily's bites. Everything Emily. Lingering everywhere. At times soft and at times urgent and littered with desire.
How did I let this happen? Naomi thought. She was, as she'd told Emily, straight. Didn't exactly say it that way Panda's party. But that was before Emily had kissed her.
That was…That was because of the MDMA and the alcohol right? Naomi closed her eyes. She was always so sure, so in control and now...
The water became cool, cruelly shaking her from her thoughts and thrusting reality back to the forefront.
"What the actual fuck?" she said, a bit louder than she intended. She moved to rest her head on the white wall of the shower, rolling her eyes at herself. "Get it together, Naoms."
Get it together, she said again in her mind. But for what? Why? Why did it hurt that she cared about Emily? She is amazing. She's beautiful, funny, smart, witty, beautiful—
"Jesus-" Naomi said aloud, dropping her head.
She was done in. Emily was the end of the road and Naomi knew it.
At the same time, Naomi thought, it won't be easy.
There might be bumps, scrapes and burns. But it would all lead back to Emily.
Because at the lake, in that moment, they'd become Naomi and Emily.
No matter the fire that may become them.