Fist fanfiction, so hit me with you best shot. Give me all you got so I can get better.

Concept: AU. Naomi needs someone to talk to so who else but her dad.

Don't own skins

"Hey Dad." I whispered as I looked at the gravestone. I sighed as a tear escaped my eye. It had been forever since I needed to talk to my dad.

Back when he was alive, it was Naomi and dad against the world. We played games all the time. My dad was my hero.

When I was ten years old he died suddenly and it tore me to pieces. My mom tried to comfort me, but I only wanted my dad back.

Through the years I made a habit of visiting the grave when I was overly troubled. I talked to him when we started all that communal living bollocks. I talked to him when I started at college. I even talked to him when I came to terms with my sexual orientation.

"I want to tell you about this girl." I continued as I touched the top of the gravestone. I sat down on the grass behind the stone and leaned against the back. "She's everything I ever wanted! She is so beautiful and funny and smart and she's just...perfect. Her eyes are so captivating, dad. Every time I look into them I just get lost and can't remember how to even function." I huffed out. I sighed again and looked at the grey sky.

I smiled a little at the thought of this girl. "Look at me dad, I can't even talk to you without her invading my mind." I chuckled sadly.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here since I generally only come when I need comfort. Well the truth is dad that I don't know what I should do. I've never felt this way about any other human. It isn't because she's a girl. It's because I don't think I'm right for her. I mean I'm not the nicest person in the world. She's the complete opposite of me."

I was so engrossed in talking to my dad that I didn't notice the footfalls approaching. I didn't notice the pair of deep brown perfect eyes staring at me and crying. I didn't notice the horrible worried look on the perfect girl's face.

"Dad she's caring and sweet and I can't believe she's giving me a chance. I've kind of been a right prick to her and she's given me more chances than I can count."

"And I'll keep giving you more." a husky voice interrupted me. I moved to see a petite red head standing slightly to my left. She looked like she had been crying for hours. It made my stomach churn to see her eyes swollen red and her cheeks tear stained. I got to my feet looking at her sheepishly.

"I don't care about anything in the world other than you. I want us to keep going on dates and to laugh at the most random of things like when we laughed at the word oils. I want us to steal kisses when we're watching movies or reading books." she sobbed out the words tumbling from her lips like a waterfall over a cliff.

Through her speech i closed the distance. I brought her chin up with my finger and looked into her eyes. I say so many emotions hurt, comfort, grieve, sadness, loneliness, and love. There was so much love that it grabbed onto my heart and hugged it tightly.

I brought my lips crashing to hers. I needed to feel the love I had for her. I needed her to know how sorry I was. I just needed her. Her fingers played in the hair at the nape of my neck. I grabbed onto her waist and pulled her closer to my body.

When we came back for air I rested my forehead on hers. Just breathing in her scent which was always smelled like baked goods.

"Emily...I...can we.. can we just go back to the way it was before? I'm so sorry and.." I choked out until a pair of soft lips attached themselves to mine.

This kiss was slower and full of understanding. It wasn't hurried like the other one. It was just like her.

"Yeah." she whispered when we broke apart. I took her hand and pulled her gently toward the exit. Before we got to far away I shoot a glance at the grave and mumble a thank you. I looked at the beauty beside me. "I love you, Emily." I said to her and only her.

"I know" she replied looking at me with a smile.