Title: Wanna Do It All With You
Author: Miss Peg
Rating: T
Characters: Emily/Naomi, Katie and anyone else who appears if and when required.
Disclaimer: Skins doesn't belong to me and as Jamie Brittain said on Twitter, it's not for sale. : (
Summary: When you're in love, even the bad things can bring you closer.
Notes: New fic, yay! Came about randomly very recently, hope you enjoy. Feel free to review at the end! Don't forget, I do accept anonymous reviews.
Chapter One: Did It Hurt?
"Did it hurt?"
Katie Fitch turned around, wondered why someone was asking a question when she had been stood at the bar alone for nearly ten minutes.
"When?" she asked, confused.
"When you fell from heaven because baby, I must be looking at an angel."
It was cheesy, but it made Katie's lips curl at the edges. The man stared at her, his deep green eyes catching her brown ones. They were beautiful. He was beautiful; his jaw was chiselled slightly, his dark brown hair neatly organised atop his head. He was everything a shallow person could want in a man.
"That was so bad," she sighed, taking her drink off the barman opposite them.
"I know; let me get this," the man smiled, handing over a note.
The lights were flashing overhead making the man's face change colour every few seconds. Katie couldn't stop looking at him, would have kept staring at him if it wasn't socially unacceptable to do so.
"You know a line like that is never going to get someone to fall for you," she assured him, resting the glass against her lips before sipping on the liquid.
"No, I can't imagine anyone would be stupid enough to fall for it," he replied.
He was a charmer with bad lines, every warning sign she'd ever had told her to stay away, to thank him but go back to the group. Something stopped her, something kept her stood there longer trying to decipher whether this man was a very bad flirt or a beautiful member of the human race.
Katie raised an eyebrow, "Why ask then?"
Even his laugh was beautiful, "Regardless of whether you'd accepted the line or not, I just got your complete attention for a whole minute."
"And?"
He smiled, his slightly crooked teeth glowing under the lights of the club. "You laughed and you won't forget me in a hurry."
Katie laughed, "Now you're telling me all your secrets."
He held up his hand, rested it on the corner of her chin right below her ear and cupped her face in his hand. She didn't even know his name, yet let him touch her, let him move her head to the side and analyse her appearance.
"That may be so, but we're still talking and you don't want to stop."
"Do I not?" Katie asked, a cheeky grin on her face.
"You still haven't walked away," he reminded her.
"But," she began, taking a mouthful of her drink to avoid the requirement to finish her sentence.
"Now you're wondering if I'm going to ask you out."
Katie rested her hand on her hip, "Well, are you?"
It wasn't unusual for a man to walk up to her in a club and ask for her number, to buy her a drink and flirt with her until she gave it to him. This man should have been no different, but there was something alluring about him, something utterly interesting in the way he acted.
"That depends," he grinned, not giving a straight answer
"On what?"
"I'm actually a photographer," he informed her. "I work with models. I would love to photograph you sometime."
The glass was halfway to her mouth when his words made her retrace her steps and place it back on the bar in front of her. Now he was too good to be true. His words should have made her walk away, return to her college existence and forget that he'd ever existed, or at least fantasise about him when she needed a quick release from a sexual dry spell.
"Is this another line?"
"No, call me tomorrow, we'll set up a meeting," he suggested, handing her a card and taking her hand long enough to place a gentle kiss right on the palm.
*
"Where's Katie this evening?" Naomi Campbell asked, her beautiful girlfriend's hand clutched tightly between her fingers. "Thought she'd be moaning about having to walk with us."
Emily laughed, missing her sister's usual taunts, "She's coming later. Said she'd meet that guy she met last night first."
Naomi raised an eyebrow at Emily in concern and couldn't help smile at Emily's appearance. The red head was dressed from head to toe in a builder's outfit with matching fluorescent hat and jacket.
"Stop laughing," Emily called, her mouth down turned a little.
Naomi continued to chuckle, "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect you to want to look so manly on Halloween."
"I couldn't think of anything else," Emily assured her.
"Sure you couldn't, we spent two weeks talking about outfits," Naomi reminded her.
"You can talk," Emily sighed, holding up the fake trident in Naomi's hand. "A devil is hardly original."
The outfit wasn't the most original, except that Naomi had dressed in a very short dress that hugged her figure a lot tighter than anything she'd ever worn before. It wasn't a comfortable outfit, but the way Emily reacted when she first saw it was enough for her to keep it on all night.
"Says the girl who probably swallowed sixty flies when I opened the door."
Emily's hand collided with Naomi's arm lightly, "It's not my fault you're so fucking sexy in that dress."
The same hand that hit Naomi playfully had moved to her back, Emily had stopped her from moving in order to slide her into the entrance of a small back street. Naomi felt her breath catch in her throat as Emily's hand slid under the dress, her whole body pushing her against the wall.
"Why do you think I did it?" Naomi gasped, holding Emily's hand against her thigh and pushing gentle kisses against her girlfriend's neck.
"Why do you think I'm dressed like this?" Emily sighed, pulling away, her whole body overheated from the contact with the blushing blonde.
"You can't leave me like this," Naomi panted, her breath shallow as she tried to get over the teasing sensation of Emily's fingers on her upper thigh.
There was a glint in Emily's eye, "Watch me."
Emily's red hair was shining from the streetlights as she twirled off down the street at a pace too fast for Naomi to catch up by just walking. She bit her lip, hoping the gentle autumn breeze would cool her down before they arrived at the party. She regretted her outfit, wished she'd gone for a less sexy one like Emily, the thought of spending the whole night unsatisfied was too much to bare.
She tried to change the subject, push thoughts of Emily's powerful touch out of her mind, "Why doesn't Katie just bring the guy to the party?"
Emily shrugged her shoulders, her eyes catching sight of Naomi's cleavage under the moonlight, "She said something about wanting to spend some time alone with him first, I didn't dare ask."
Katie and a man. Katie and a penis. Naomi giggled at the thought before screwing up her face with disgust. She didn't mind men, was still attracted to them in the same way Emily and girls attracted her. But the thought of her girlfriend's twin sister with a man was enough to save anyone from an insatiable act taken away too soon.
"Now I'm going to have Katie with her face in some leeches lap in my head all night."
"Don't!" Emily giggled, the image just a little too much. "She's my sister!"
A smile crept across Naomi's face, a cheeky grin that she completed by biting her lip in that irresistible way she knew Emily couldn't stand. Emily stopped smiling, her eyes slipping again to Naomi's chest, licking her lips. She regretted her earlier actions, knew Naomi was paying her back.
"Katie having sex," Naomi mumbled.
"What?" Emily asked, confused, before Naomi continued and she knew just how the taller girl was paying her back.
"Your sister, in the back seat of some Renault Cleo, some big, sweaty guy shoving his cock in,"
"NO!" Emily screamed out, closing her eyes and putting her hands over her ears. "No more, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Naomi just laughed, watching as Emily uncovered her ears and opened her eyes, laughing along with her.
"I forgive you," Naomi sighed, taking her hand and pulling her through a gate and up to the front door of the house, which she knocked on lightly.
"Trick or treat!" the both of them shouted as Effy and Pandora answered the door.
*
All thoughts Katie had were that she was in the wrong place on the wrong day. The small industrial estate was pitch black except for a couple of spotlights on the front of a small lock up. It was spooky, kind of ironic since it was Halloween.
"Timothy?" she called out, knocking on the steel door and waiting patiently.
After only a few minutes it opened and the beautiful man from the night before was staring back at her, his grin putting her at ease in an instant. He gave her a slight wink of his eye as he took her hand and led her into the room.
"What is this?" she whispered, her voice delicate and still a little unsure.
"It's my studio, it's perfect because there's no natural light, no windows to interfere with the lights I use."
The man's voice was everything Katie had remembered; gentle, soothing and completely captivating. She knew she'd gone to have her photo taken, but she hoped she'd leave with a lot more than a couple of head shots.
"Champagne?" he asked, handing her a glass, which she sipped on nervously. "Are you off to a Halloween party?"
Removing the cat ears atop her head, Katie nodded, blushing at how stupid she thought she probably looked. She liked Timothy, had done since the moment he'd spoken to her. She didn't like the idea of seeming like a school girl going to a disco.
"I think you look proper sexy in that outfit," he assured her, his hands moving to her hips and swaying her to the beat of the music that played in the background.
A huge grin spread across her lips, "Meow," she called, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Now, now pussy," he whispered, "Photos first, treat later."
Katie followed him to the other side of the room where he stood her in front of bright lights. He showed her a few different poses and began taking shots of her as she got into the swing of things; dancing to the music, pouting her lips, running a finger down between her breasts.
"That's fantastic, beautiful," he grinned, taking shot after shot. "Let's take a break, finish off your champagne."
The drink felt good, relaxing her more as her inhibitions disappeared. Timothy handed her a second glass and she didn't stop to think as she downed it in one go, before running her fingers through the brown hair on Timothy's head. He let her wrap her body around him and they shared a long, deep kiss.
"I've got an idea," he whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her cheek, "Take off your dress."
Katie frowned, "I don't know."
"Don't worry, these will just be for fun, just you and me, nobody will see them," he assured her, sliding a hand under her dress and pulling it over her head.
Her frown turned into a smile as he pushed his body against her half naked one, resting kisses against her collarbone and down to the middle of her chest. She felt comfortable in his arms, knew she wanted to fuck him before she left anyway, so what would a few photographs hurt?
"You want sexy photos?" she sighed, moving back in front of the camera and posing for him, running her finger along parts of her body, doing things she knew her dad would kill her for if he ever found out.
"Now lose the bra," Timothy suggested. The alcohol was making her feel light-headed, completely relaxed, so she reached around back and slipped it off, throwing it towards the camera as he continued to take photos.
The flashing of the camera and the bright studio lights were making Katie feel sick and weak, she put a hand to her head, stopped posing to maintain her composure.
"Don't stop now," he called out, moving towards her.
"I need the toilet," she whispered.
"There's a loo outside," he told her.
The cold night air hit her whole body quickly and Katie regretted not putting her clothes back on. She clutched her purse in her hand as she found the porta-loo that Timothy had directed her to. It smelled of urine, but she sat down anyway, her head feeling cloudy as her body decreased in strength. She wasn't sure what was happening, suspected maybe she'd had too much to drink, before remembering just two glasses. She reached into her purse and dialled Emily's number, tears reaching her eyes before she could even say hello.
*
The circle of party-goers felt almost teenage like, reminding Emily of the games Katie used to make them play at their joint birthday parties for the past few years. Truth or dare, spin the bottle, they'd all happened. Emily thought Effy's 'Trick or Treat' adaptation of truth or dare was rather interesting, more so when she'd had the chance to make out with Naomi for fifteen minutes while everyone else had their turns.
"Emily, trick or treat," Effy asked after informing the two girls they could stop kissing.
"Trick, I suppose," Emily responded, then waited for the brunette to decide what she needed to do.
Before anyone could say anything, Emily's phone began ringing. Normally she would have left it to ring out, normally wouldn't have been able to hear it due to the loud music of drunken parties. But the game had forced the music quieter and though Emily never worried about her sister, Katie had yet to arrive.
"That might be Katie," she announced, jumping up and answering her phone before anyone could complain. She listened to Effy speaking.
"Naomi, care to take Emily's trick?"
The conversation and Naomi's possible trick were drowned out by a voice sobbing on the other end of the phone.
"I don't know what's happening."
"Katie?" Emily asked, concerned and worried immediately. "What's going on?"
"I don't feel well," came the muffled reply. "I think, I think he might have put something in,"
"Where are you?" Emily interrupted, not wasting a second as she realised what Katie was saying.
Naomi, who was about to eat a bowlful of vodka jelly, stopped what she was doing and chose instead to pay attention to the one side of the phone call that she could hear.
"What's going on?" she called out when Emily slipped her phone back into her pocket.
"It's Katie, she's at some industrial estate on Wilson Road, she thinks that guy has put something in her drink."
"Is she alright?" Cook asked, standing up and moving closer to the two girls.
"She's in a porta-loo, but we need to go now or god knows what will happen," Emily called out, the rest of the room paying complete attention.
"Freds and I'll come," Cook assured her, "Just in case this guy needs beating up."
The last thing Emily wanted was for someone to end up in jail on assault charges, but she suspected she'd never be able to defend herself against a potential rapist. Naomi slipped her hand around Emily's waist and led her out of the house, followed by the two males looking ready for a fist fight.
"What if she's passed out?" Emily asked nobody in particular as they sat in the back of a taxi, "What if he's already got her?"
"We'll find out what's happened when we get there," Naomi assured her, brushing the few tears that had fallen off Emily's cheeks.
The industrial estate was near enough deserted except for a small silver Vauxhall Corsa. Naomi noted down the cars details on her phone, as well as taking a picture of it in case the police needed the information. Emily was already on her way to the blue box, not waiting for any of them to get out of the taxi with her.
"Katie!" she called out, banging on the small door, but there was no response. Her whole body began to shake with fear. "He's got her, I know he has."
"Don't jump the gun," Naomi tried, rubbing Emily's back. "She might not be conscious anymore if he did slip her something."
Emily watched as the blonde used a coin to unlock the door from the outside. As Katie's lifeless body came into view a man's voice shouted to them across the small yard.
"Who the hell are you? If you don't leave I'll call the fucking police, do you hear me? Get out of here."
Naomi and Emily pulled her half naked sister out of the small cubicle, wrapped her in a jacket that Freddie had brought and climbed into the back of the taxi with her. Freddie and Cook descended on the man.
"Call the police? You mother fucker," Cook shouted, "We should be calling the police on you. What the fuck did you do to her?"
It was hard to hear the exchange of conversation from inside the taxi. Emily was distracted by her unconscious sister resting against her shoulder. Katie was always so careful, was never one to jump into strangers cars or meet people in deserted places. But it had happened and Emily was too worried about her sister's wellbeing to really care that the man was now on the floor, his face glowing red after Cook's fist collided with his nose.
"Not so sure about this anymore," the taxi driver muttered, looking shocked by the whole events.
"Driver, back to the house," Cook called when him and Freddie had finally left the man and joined them in the back of the taxi.
"Via our place," Emily told him, giving the taxi driver the details.
*
It was weird being in Emily's house with the twins' mother downstairs. Emily went in first, scoped out the situation and informed Naomi that her parents were busy watching television. Naomi then helped Katie upstairs, while Emily told her parents they'd arrived home earlier because Katie had a headache.
"Did they buy it?" Naomi asked when Emily entered her bedroom.
"Think so," she sighed, sitting down on the end of her bed.
Katie was neatly tucked up in her own bed, her body shaking slightly from the autumn temperatures. Emily watched her body rise and fall with breath, her own shaking from the fear of what could have happened. She was thankful for her sister's quick thinking.
"Why did he do it?" she whispered, more to the floor than the blonde stood between the two beds.
An arm slid around her shoulders, Naomi's knee resting on the bed near her back, "Some men are idiots, some girls lap it all up."
"Katie didn't lap it up," she snapped, turning round to face her girlfriend, her brow furrowed.
"I didn't mean Katie," Naomi assured her, sliding a finger across Emily's cheek to brush a stray hair behind her ear. "But some girls do and they end up where Katie could have been tonight; or even worse."
"I don't even want to think about what could have happened if she hadn't called us," Emily cried, a few tears escaping into the dark.
There were so many things Naomi wanted to do, wished it was possible to do under the Fitch's roof. It was tempting, a thrill of fear that someone would catch them. The insatiability from earlier still very much alive inside of her.
"I should probably go home," Naomi whispered, testing Emily's response.
"No, stay," the red head announced, taking Naomi's hand, kissing it gently.
It was the only permission Naomi needed to pull her girlfriend into her arms, to kiss her lightly on the lips, to run her fingers through her hair and pull her on top of her.
"Your parents are downstairs," Naomi reminded Emily, even though she'd been the one to instigate the make out session.
"My sister is unconscious in the bed next to us," Emily laughed, as though any of it should make a difference.
Emily pushed her fingers along Naomi's cheeks, cupping her face gently as she slid her tongue into the blonde's red lips. It was passionate and sensual as they worked on undressing each other. Lips, hands and tongues moved along bare skin, Emily's fingers lightly tracing circles on Naomi's thigh. She could feel the blonde shaking with desire, her fingers reaching for Emily's hand, forcing her to change course. She didn't care that Naomi had taken over control, let the blonde move her hand until they were moving together, Emily's hand pushed between them as Naomi's muffled screams disappeared into the skin on Emily's neck.