This is my first ever attempt at writing something so any reviews / constructive criticism are welcome, I am by no means a writer but decided to have a go at producing something. Basically this is a missing scene from Naomi's episode in series 3 - I just think that more went on during the night Emily stayed at Naomi's than we were led to believe.

It was getting late. I looked at my watch and yawned. 1.15am.

"I think I'd better get going, it being a school night and all."

"Don't. You can stay," she said firmly. I propped myself up onto my elbow, quickly catching her eye then glanced towards the bed and back to her again. She had noticed my not so subtle stare and frowned. "We're friends. Friends stay over at one another's houses. You have one side of the bed, I have the other. After all, you like spending time with me, just when I'm not being such a cunt."

I laughed as she threw my words back to me. "Okay. I'll text Katie and tell her I'm safe. Not that she'll worry, she'll be too busy catching her beauty sleep. You'd better not fucking snore though. If you do, I'm off."

She made a face as she pulled herself up from the floor and stepped over me to the chest of drawers. "Well now that's sorted, I think it's time to call it a night. Bathroom's just there if you want to get changed." She opened the top drawer and threw me a vest and shorts.

I tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to wake the houseful of strange people. My eyes looked tired in the mirror; eyeliner was smudged around the edges of them. I guess we had spent quite a lot of the night laughing. As I recalled some of the conversations I could not help a smile spread across my face. "Oils". My smile got bigger. The light bulb suddenly flickered and drew me from my dream back to where I was, staring at my tired reflection in a dimly lit bathroom. Yawning once more, I pulled myself away from the mirror and quickly got changed into the clothes Naomi had given me. Again I tiptoed back to her room, opening the door gently. The lights were out, but the moonlight from the window enabled me to see her. She was already in bed, on the right hand side facing towards the wall. Probably sleeping I thought. I slowly walked towards the left side of the bed and timidly pulled back the covers, easing myself in and being careful to keep a distance from her. Lying on my side, I looked at the soft skin of her neck, knowing I'd give anything just to touch her or kiss her there. I let out a sigh, resigning myself to the fact that this was as close as I'd get to her and that our recent kiss was down to the drugs.

"Ems?" She startled me, I didn't realise she was still awake. I had imagined she was well into a vodka induced slumber by now. I guess we were a little more sober than we realised.

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever feel like you can't talk to people?" This took me by surprise. I had no idea what she meant.

"About what?"

"I dunno. Stuff, you know...you. You being you." She rolled over and was facing me. Her blue eyes were wide and she looked past me, unable to keep my eye. I could tell she felt uncomfortable.

"Naomi, I don't need to talk to people or tell people. I think I know who I am. It's not something I have power over, it's just happening. But I'm okay with it. Doesn't mean that I'm not scared at times though. Why are you asking this?" She drew her gaze to me, staring me in the eye now.

"I think, well..." she sighed. "I don't talk to people because I know that if I don't let people in, then I can't get hurt again." Her expression looked pained. She looked vulnerable and I didn't like seeing her this way. Instinctively, I reached across and put my hand over hers.

"That's sad Naomi." She nodded and closed her eyes. I didn't want to say anymore, she had opened up to me tonight more than I ever thought she would.

We lay with my hand over hers in silence for what seemed like an eternity, in reality it was probably only a few minutes. Her hand suddenly moved from underneath mine and reached behind my neck, pulling me towards her for a hug. Immediately, I slid my arms around her and held her body close to mine, her head resting just below mine. I could feel her breath against my neck and her eye lashes flicker against my cheek. This was torture, I had the girl that I've obsessed over, barely clothed clinging to me in her bed. My mind was going into overdrive and it took all my willpower to just hold her and not let my desire take over. I kept my arms steady on her back, resting against the thin material of her t-shirt. I was sure she'd be able to hear my heart thudding in my chest, and would soon jump back from me in repulsion when she realised my thoughts. After all, we were just friends.

Her breath against my neck started to feel warmer, as if her lips were closer to my skin. Her eyelashes trailed up my cheek and I could feel her breath shift from my neck to the corner of my mouth. I tried to keep still, I felt excited and terrified at the same time. My hands tightened slightly on the back of her t-shirt. Her lips were now touching my face, the faintest of touches. If I turned my head slightly her lips would brush against my own. I wanted more than anything to do that, but I could not bear the rejection. It seemed like she wanted this, it was confusing me. Her hand shifted from behind my neck and cupped my face, tilting it until my lips met hers softly. I lay there motionless, not quite sure what to do until I felt her soft lips press against mine again, this time firmer. My arms pulled her closer towards me, rolling us so that I was now on my back and she was lying on me slightly. We kissed slowly, gently.

"Naomi..." I whispered against her lips. She lifted her head slightly, looking me in the eye, appearing broken, needing reassurance. Her eyes clamped shut and she met me with a kiss, this time more forceful and eager, pushing my mouth open with her tongue. Her tongue was soft and hot. She traced along my top lip with the tip of it and then teasingly massaged the roof of my mouth. At that moment, I felt like I was on fire, my body was telling me I wanted this. I moaned and pulled her further onto me, parting my legs so she could lie between them. My hands began to wander underneath the hem of her t-shirt, tracing over the skin of her back. Our kissing was increasingly frantic, a mess of lips and tongues crashing together in desperation, and I felt like I could lose control. One of her hands was digging into my hip. She released her grip and gently slid it along my side underneath my vest top. I could feel my skin tingle under her touch. My breathing was becoming heavy in anticipation of her reaching my breast. This was the most intimate I'd ever been with someone. That's when I knew this was too much; I needed to regain control before she did something she regretted.

"Naomi." I said again, this time forcing my mouth away from hers. "Maybe we should sleep." Sleep was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew it was the right thing to do. She looked me in the eyes and her expression told me that she agreed. I placed a delicate kiss to her mouth and then pulled her tightly into me, kissing her forehead. I could feel her shaking slightly in my arms. "Sssh, it's okay," I tried to soothe her. After a while, her breathing became more shallow and I realised she was asleep. "Please let me in." I whispered, not yet realising that we would be further apart than ever when I woke in the morning.