Title: # 1 - Beginnings

Author: cyandragonfly

Fandom: Skins

Pairing: Emily/Naomi

Rating: PG -13

Disclaimer: I'm not one of those people who's name crops up during the credits (on anything), thus, I own nothing.

Summary: First time they met.

Spoilers: Skins se3

AN: First in a series of prompted Emily/Naomi fics. Not sure if they'll all be on the same timeline or not yet. And I doubt they'll all be as long as this either.

It was one of those parties you heard everyone talking about before you even knew a place or date. Some kid from their grade had the house to themselves for a couple of days and wanted to be more popular so they'd invited half the town.

I didn't normally turn up at stuff like that but I lived down the street and mum had done something to piss me off as usual, so I felt like getting wasted. I walked in half way through the night and nicked a bottle of something off a bench, took a swig and shuddered.

I wandered through the house, scowling and rolling my eyes at most of the activities people were involved in. By the time I found an empty space of wall to lean against, I'd finished the bottle off. Bored, and no where near drunk enough yet, I started flipping the bottle in my hand. Holding the neck in my palm, throwing the bottle and catching the neck again. I did it a few times before I tried flipping it over the back of my hand. I paused to calm my breathing before trying the trick. I grinned when it worked.

"Wow." I heard a femininely gravelly voice say from off to the side. I looked over, still smiling, to find a small girl standing there, head cocked, half gone spliff in hand. Her shoulder length brown hair had a purple streak on the right side which contrasted the yellow threads in her dress perfectly. The dress was black and grey mainly and fell to above her knees where blue tights began, only to disappear into red and white sneakers. She was very...colourful.

I smiled at her and looked back at the bottle in my hand, preparing to 'wow' her again. The smash was followed by an inordinate amount of laughter from the girl. I hung my head and looked at her from under my new fringe, pouting. She just laughed more and held out the spliff. I took it and sucked deep, eyes shutting as the familiar sensation passed over me. When I opened them she had the most gorgeous smile on her face I had ever seen.

"I'm Emily." She said and held out her hand. I laughed at the gesture but shook it anyway before handing the joint back to her. She put it to her lips and dragged in the last of the drugs. As she took the end out of her mouth and dropped it on the floor, I found my gaze stuck to those lips. There was a thin covering of lip gloss that seemed to be impregnated with sparkles. I couldn't say why, but I felt myself getting warm while looking at those slightly parted, now smirking lips. "And you would be...?" She prompted.

My head shot up and I blinked hard. I'd totally lost it there for a sec. Or more than a sec. What the hell was that stuff I'd been drinking?

"Shit, sorry." I apologised. "Naomi." I leaned back against the wall, trying to look cool and failing miserably in my own opinion. She let out a quiet chuckle - guess I failed in her opinion too.

The silence dragged on after she stopped laughing. I looked up at her, trying to come up with something to say. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine because they were focused on my lips. I glanced down at hers again, not quite sure why. I just couldn't stop myself. When I glanced back at her eyes, this time I found slightly hooded, deep brown globes staring back.

"Naomi," she whispered and took a step closer. I shivered.

"Emily?" My voice shook as I said it and I hated her for that. The hate was gone in a flash as she leaned against the wall next to me, shoulder to shoulder. She turned so that she was facing me and I mirrored her. My heart was beating faster and through the alcohol induced fuzz I felt a measure of fear sneak in. It disappeared when her breath mingled with mine.

Then she was kissing me. I could taste stale smoke mixed in with whatever alcohol we'd both been drinking. But past that, there was something so her - something I couldn't quite get enough of.

I didn't notice when my hands went around her waist. I was too lost in the kiss. She was snaking one hand behind my back when I felt her being jerked away. A gasp left both of us at the loss of contact and I stumbled forward before I found my footing again.

I watched as a twin version dragged her away into the night, yelling at both of us. Later I would yell at myself, wondering what had gotten into me. But as she was steered through the crowd - just before she left my sight - Emily turned back and smiled at me.

That smile would haunt my dreams forever.