Summary: Gina Campbell and Rob Fitch have decided to get married and throw an engagement party where their grown children meet - Naomi is 30 and lives a satisfied life as a primary school teacher and painter. Emily is 30 and lives a similar life of satisfactory as head of an architect firm she and her newly engaged fiancee, Tony, share. Passion ensues, relationships are put on the line, and eventually true love prevails (forgive me; i'm cliche).

A/N: This was thought up after a night of me commiserating about the lack of good naomily fanfics in my life (though there are some good ones). It is based on this beautiful Swedish film called Kyss Mig, if you haven't seen it, I suggest you do. It is lovely beyond compare and the actresses in it are so cute (lol). Bear with me on this story, I have an outline however I don't really know what's going to happen but I'll try to update frequently and as soon as possible.

"Fuck," Emily Fitch muttered as she threw another top into her suitcase. She walked over to a tall and handsome man. He carried strong broad shoulders and although he was almost thirty-four, he wore his brown hair in a floppy manner. However, today it was cleanly stiff and slicked back.

The redhead helped him with his tie. She looped it through the hole and he watched her. "Are you going to tell your father about our engagement?"

She stopped midway and whispered, "Of course, Tony." Then she stood on her very toes and placed a curt kiss on his cheek, "I'll do it tonight at the party."

He grinned and pulled her into a kiss. He muttered into the kiss, "I just want everything to be perfect, y'know?"

"I know, I know. Me too." Emily smiled. Emily Stonem, it sounds nice, she thought to herself as she continued to tie her fiancée's tie.

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Emily scrambled into the car while Tony hurried and threw suitcases into the truck of their Prius.

"Shit. We're going to be late. On my father's birthday, too!" Emily shouted while rubbing her forehead. They missed the train they were supposed to be on and seeing as no other trains were making trips to Bristol, they were forced to take a taxi back to their apartment and to just drive the two hour trip.

Tony came back and entered the driver's seat. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Relax, darling. I'm sure everyone else'll be late. We're only going to be an hour or even less late… hm yes, it will probably be only half an hour. Trust me, I'm a fucking ace driver too."

Emily groaned, "But it's also his fucking engagement party, too! He's going to be pissed. Let's just hope his fiancée's kids are late, too." Tony sighed, started the engine and convinced her to stop her incessant worrying and stress-inducing thoughts.

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Naomi Campbell held the camera up to a young man with short blond hair and messy bangs. He was tall, muscled and one could see it as the striped button-up he wore, hugged his biceps that existed because of too many visits to his father's Naughty Bar.

"Strike a pose, Jamie babe!" She giggled. He pouted his lips and placed his hands on his hips. "Holy fuck," she said between exasperated breaths and giggles, "definite model material, James Matthew Fitch. I don't see why you just quit your job at the gym and become a male model."

James stuck a finger to his chest. "Because I've got dignity. I'm no piece of meat. I don't want to be another photo on the wall of some crazed 13-year-old girl."

Naomi swatted his finger away and smirked, "Let me remind you of that list you showed me of all the girls you would shag in your uni class. Pictures included."

"Oi! That was discussed in privacy. You're not supposed to talk about it!" He playfully slapped her on the arm.

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"Watch your step, there's a sharp rock right on your left," Emily whispered as they made their way up the cobble stairs. They arrived just as the sun was setting and by the time they made it up the stairs, they were only a few minutes late.

Emily took a breath as they reached the front yard. "Finally," she said.

Tony grinned and leaned in for a kiss. She closed her eyes and let herself relax after the long journey. However, whilst doing so she felt a heavy stare on her back and she opened her eyes. A woman, probably around her age, stared at Emily. She had peroxide blonde hair put into a beautiful wrap-around French braid and wore a flattering, pale pink summer dress. However the most striking feature that caught the redhead off guard were her eyes – they shined with intensity and were the deepest of the blues.

Emily looked away quickly and broke apart from the kiss, "Here pass me the fags and get your lighter out. We've got time for a smoke." Tony reached into his breast pocket and tossed her the carton. She pulled out two cigarettes and placed one between her lips. She handed the other cigarette to Tony and waited for him to light their necessary dose of tobacco and nicotine. She inhaled graciously and allowed the smoke to soothe her mind. Her father won't be angry, Emily decided, Rob would be happy. Ecstatic. Delighted to hear that his daughter was finally getting married at the ripe age of 30. The redhead had been dating Tony Stonem for five years now, well over the allotted time to figure out if the couple was going to make it and they did. Five long years and they had made it. She continued to relish in this fact, however an approaching voice interrupted the thoughts in her head.

"Hey, sorry about this but I haven't a lighter on me. Could you guys lend me a light?" It was the blonde from before with the captivating eyes. She apologetically nodded to the unlit cigarette in her hand.

Tony smiled, warmly "Of course, we've got plenty to share." She handed him the cigarette while returning Tony's smile. She watched Emily as Tony worked the lighter in the cold night until a spark intruded the somber atmosphere. "There you go!," He handed her back the lit cigarette, "Sorry for the delay, the little buggers you pick up at the petrol station never work properly." He added with a shrug. Then he stuck the lighter back into his breast pocket and reached for his fiancée's hand. He opened his mouth to drawl on and continue the charm, until Naomi did an odd and random action – she cursed under her breath, threw the cigarette on the ground and quickly snuffed it out with a quick stomp.

Immediately right after James appeared in the yard and shouted, "Naomi? There you are! Fucking hell, I've been looking everywhere for you." He patted her on the back and stumbled a bit. When he accidently fell on Naomi, she could smell the alcohol in his breath.

She chuckled, "You. Sir. Are. Drunk."

"Am not," he retorted and straightening himself out. Then, he became aware of the audience watching the two bicker.

"Emzie!" He attacked the Emily with a bone-shattering hug.

"Arrgh, James," she pulled her brother off her. Although he was quite strong, Emily Fitch also visited the Naughty Bar frequently while in college and she also continued runs in the early morning and trips to the gym in her and Tony's condo.

He placed a kiss on her forehead and left an arm wrapped around her small figure.

With the other hand he shook Tony's hand vigorously. "Tony! I haven't seen you in ages!"

Tony grinned and chuckled, "Still getting drunk before dinner's even started, I see?"

"Of course," James smiled proudly. "Everyone's been introduced, I see? Good, good" He nodded to Naomi, Emily, and Tony.

Naomi smiled modestly, "Well actually no, I was just hoarding a… er, I mean I was just creepily complimenting her dress," she gestured to Emily's dress, but her eyes lay fixated on the redhead's eyes, "It's breath taking, James" She noticed a faint blush creep in Emily's face and she looked down at her feet, while Naomi continued staring.

He groaned, "Naomi, that's my sister and what you're saying is grossing me out…But anyways, let me just introduce everyone then. Naomi, this is my sister, Emily and her boyfriend, Tony… Tony, Emily, this is Naomi. She's Gina's daughter." They all smiled weakly at each other, this awkward sufficed for James and he added, "Great! Seeing as we're all going to be step-siblings and we're all going to have to be with each other this week... You are staying, right Emily?" He pointed to the suitcases that were at their feet.

Emily rolled her eyes at her idiot brother, "No, James. We've decided to bring all these packages for one bloody night."

James laughed, "You're real funny, Emzie. Anyways since we're all going to be squished in this house for a week, we might as well get shitfaced now before the awkwardness settles in."