Alright all, I am back and ready for another story. I've been thinking about this one for a while now and have been dying to write it. I have to be honest though, I haven't sat down and planned it out yet but I will… probably.
So this story is loosely based around the one and only "Imagine Me & You" so it will resemble the movie for a lot of parts/ lines etc. It will veer from it though because I don't what it to be exactly like the movie obviously, I just haven't planned it all out so far. For now the story is going to be rated T, when the sexy times come I will give you a warning beforehand, though this will probably be a bit of a slow build, I have a fondness for them and it will make sense in the story
Also I want to thank marsupial1974, garden-nomes, and GloryMorgan for endless entertainment on twitter and if you aren't reading their stories, what are you doing?!
Alright, on with it then.
P.S. I didn't even read this over because I told Morgan that I'd post this today and I've got 13 minutes until it's officially tomorrow. So all mistakes are due to my utter fatigue from shoveling snow all day.
Disclaimer: I don't own skins yada yada yada (Lily, please marry me)
Naomi's POV
"Ow! Shiting, fucking hell! Stupid door." I yell at the door to my truck, which had somehow found a way to slam shut on my hand. I pull my hand out of the offending door and give the side of the truck a quick kick, stubbing my toe in the process.
"Just great. Cherry on top." The morning had already started off shit, my alarm not going off and resulting in me being late to my first appointment. My car had decided to shit the bed, breaking an axel on a pothole. I had to go out and buy another truck, going way over my monthly budget, resigning myself to a few nights of Ramen for dinner. The entire ordeal resulted in me almost missing my one event scheduled for the day, causing me and the rest of the crew to run around like chickens with our head cut off. I lifted the bouquet of flowers that I was holding higher on my hip and walk up the path to the church.
"Alright grumpy pants, this is a wedding and I will not have you ruin it with your puss." I look over at my insufferable mother, who was also holding a large amount of flowers, and frown at her even further.
"Why are you here again? Did you not give me the business?!" I ask her, with more than a little attitude.
"Of course dear but you know I can't miss a wedding." I roll my eyes at her.
"Or a birthday, or bridal shower, or graduation party."
"I like to be around happy people Naomi, you should try it some time." I scoff at her and walk a bit faster. By the time I get to the church I'm a bit out of breath from trying to get away from my mother. I turn back around and see my mother coming up the path behind me.
"I'm just going to bring these to the bride," She grabs the flowers from me. "You go and find the groom and give him the boutonnière." I glare at her.
"Right, right, sorry dear. Old habits die hard as they say." She turns away and walks into the church. I look around the group of people mingling outside and spot a group of guys in matching suits who look to be the groom and best men. I make my way over, intending to introduce myself.
"Hello, you're the groom I take it?" I ask holding my hand out. He looks at me, smiles and shakes my hand.
"I am. The name is Heck." He smiles politely at me.
"I'm Naomi, I did your flowers."
"Oh yes, the flowers. They look, um flowers are great." I laugh at him.
"You don't have the slightest idea about flowers do you?" He smiles sheepishly at me.
"That's alright. Here, I have your boutonnieres for you and your best man." I pin his red rose to the lapel of his suit jacket and look around for his best man. I hear a roaring laugh come from behind the groom, or Heck, and I see him turn around.
"There he is now." He grabs the shoulder of his best man and turns him to me.
"Cook, this is Naomi, she did the flowers."
"Tops babe, tops. The flowers look mint, as do you." I can practically feel his eyes look me over and if I wasn't on a job I would have kicked him in the balls.
"You know I don't have a six pack under this suit, I have a twelve pack." I can't help but laugh at him, even if he's repulsive. It's almost endearing.
"Sorry mate, but you're not really my type."
"I can also be sensitive and shit yeah?" I shake my head at him and see my mother coming back out of the church and head over to me.
"Come now dear, we have to go in, it's starting soon." I turn to Heck and give him a quick smile.
"Well good luck then." I turn and walk away with my mother into the church. Normally I would have just dropped off the flowers and left but my mum is insistent on staying for the entire thing, reception and all. My mum drags me to one of the pews near the middle of the church and to the side, giving me enough room to leave when I start to find the entire ordeal gag worthy. I hear the music start and I stand up with the rest of the guests, but use the opportunity to slip a bit away from the pew and out of the aisle. Before I can make it far I look over my shoulder and see the bride coming down the aisle. I look at her and can't help but be drawn to her. I see her bright red hair, cute button nose, and slim neck and I feel a sense of instant longing. Nothing though compares to her eyes, big large and open brown eyes that I feel like I could get lost in forever, and that are focused just as intently on me as I am on her. I smirk at her and quickly walk behind a pillar, needing to get out of her penetrating gaze. I shake myself out of my daze and walk out of the church, deciding to smoker out here until the reception starts.
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I walk into the reception area, a nice tent out outside that softly lit, just enough light to eat and see where you're going. I walk around the tent for a while, observing everything and everyone dancing and drinking, a bit envious if I'm being honest that they are all having so much fun. I see my mother charming a couple of men in the corner of the tent, a plate of food in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. I thank god that I don't love with her anymore because knowing her she'll be on the pull. I see her rub down one of the guys arm and bat her eyelashes. Typical. I start to make my way over to her intent on saying goodbye to her and making sure she gets a ride from one of our other workers, until I catch a flash of red out of the corner of my eyes. I stop on my way over to my mom, I bite my lip and decide to go over and introduce myself.
I make my way over to the bride and see that she has her back to me, acing what looks to be a bowl of punch. Perfect opening. I grab a cup and clear my throat, a smirk on my lips.
"Hi." I say. She whips around and looks at me, I notice her eyes look me up and down even if she doesn't know that she is doing it. My smirk grows even wider but I also grow more hesitant because she did just get married, even I have my boundaries. I use her distracted daze to my advantage and try to get by her and at the punch, needing something in my hands before I do something that both of us would regret.
"Um, I wouldn't … I wouldn't get any of that." I look back at her.
"And why not? Punch is for drinking isn't it?" I playfully ask her. I see her look down and blush.
"I'm Naomi. I did your flowers." I hold my hand out to her and see her look at me in the eyes.
"They were beautiful, thank you. I'm Emily… the bride." She gestures to her dress before grabbing my hand in hers. I feel as if I've been electrocuted or struck by lightning, shock waves moving throughout my body starting from my hand and firmly planting themselves in my lower gut. I can see that she is having a similar experience if the widening of her eyes in anything to go by. I quickly pull my hand away, if I had held her hand any longer I'm not sure what I would have done. I turn back around to reach for the punch but I'm stopped by a hand on my arm, I feel the shockwaves run through my body once again. I look up at Emily, a confused look on my face.
"I…" She looks at me deeply, like she wants to say something. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath.
"I dropped my ring in the punch." I look at her and down at the punch.
"Your ring? As in your wedding ring?!" She giggles and grabs the ladle in the punch bowl, stirring up the fruits in the bowl.
"Yes. I've tried the ladle but I can't get it." I nod my head.
"Right. Well, we can't pour it out there's too much of it." I nod and giggle. I take a deep breath and resign myself to what I have to do. I pull up my sleeve and nod at Emily.
'Okay, here I go, we have no choice. Cover me with your dress. "I grab her waist and pull her behind me, placing her as the lookout. I hear someone come up to her and start talking to her but I focus only o putting my hand into the punch bowl and digging around for her ring. What are you even doing Naomi? She's married. You were always a sucker for a damsel in distress. I keep dragging my hand across the bottom of the bowl until I feel a piece of metal and pull it up.
"Aha!" I cheer quietly. I turn around and grab Emily's hand and bring it behind her back, ignoring the feeling of having her hand in mine, and slip the ring onto her finger. I pop out from behind her and see that she was talking to Cook and I groan internally.
"Naomikins babe! You should give the cookie monster a dance, I've been saving meself all night for you." I look over at Emily.
"He's not serious is he? Cookie monster?!" She giggles and shakes her head.
"I'm afraid he is. If you humor him he'll go away quicker."
"Why do I doubt that?" I sigh and decide to just get a dance with Cook out of the way, somehow knowing that he would be persistent.
"Alright Cookie, one dance." He throws a fist in the air and turns to the dance floor. Before I can follow him Emily grabs my arm, making me stop in my stride. This time I let the feeling of her hand on my arm rush over me, feeling goosebumps over my skin. Get it together Naomi, she's off limits. I pull my arm away gently and look at Emily, she looks a little ashamed and there is a slight blush on her cheeks.
"Thank you. For helping me with the ring, I mean." I nod at her.
"Any time Emily." I give her a little bow as a joke, in order to make her laugh. For some reason I can't leave her without seeing her smile one more time.
I find Cook on the dance floor and go up to him just in time for the song to change to a slower one.
"Bloody hell." Cook pulls me into his arms while I try to keep my distance from him as much as possible. Shockingly the dance isn't all that bad, he seems to be a decent guy and is rather amusing, when he isn't trying to grab my ass that is. After the song is over I am saved by the groom trying to make some sappy speech. Right, time to get out of here then.
I hear the sound of a husky voice reverberating throughout the tent and can't help but stop and observe for a few more moments. I look up at Emily and see that she's smiling and working the guests, and they were lapping her up. Who wouldn't really, she looked like she was born to charm the pants off the world. I find myself daydreaming about her, running my hands through her hair, holding her hand, sleeping next to her, Sundays in bed... Woah! Enough with the daydreams. You have rules, she's married. End of. I make eye contact with Emily across the room during a break in her words. I give her a half smile and slip out of the tent.
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The following day wasn't any different than any other day, the usual assholes coming in for flowers because they fucked up, a few dead pets,, but nothing extraordinary. Nothing that is, until a little redhead came through the door, carrying a smile that would kill.
"Emily. Hi."
"Hi Naomi." She waves at me cutely and I can't help but smile at her.
"I just wanted to come by and thank you again for the flowers, they really were beautiful."
"It's no problem, it's part of the job." She nods and looks down at her feet. I don't say anything because I get the feeling that she has something to say.
"Listen, Heck and I were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner this week. Friday maybe?" She asks nervously. I think about it before I answer.
"Yeah. Sure, why not? Friday is good for me."
"Excellent. Heck will be ecstatic." I think about the two minute conversation that I had with him before the wedding and can't help but think that she was really talking about herself.
"Well, I'll see you on Friday then. 7 good?"
"Yeah, yeah, sevens great. See you then, Naomi." She walks out of the store and I can't help but wonder why I just accepted the invivtation. I hadn't seen her for three weeks, they must have been on their honeymoon, but the entire time I couldn't help but think of big brown eyes and how they looked at me. Or her hand in mine and the feelings it awakened in me. I was never really one to develop a crush on anyone, sure I slept around every now and then, I have needs, but I never like anyone. Why then does this women whom I had one conversation with stir up these feelings within me? And why does it have to be feelings for a woman who's married?! And why am I even putting myself into temptations path after everything that I've been through? Follow your rules and you'll be fine. I sigh and begin to lock up for the day, knowing that now I won't get any more work done.
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I make my way to Emily and Heck's apartment on Friday night and I can't help but be excited. Throughout the week I had an eternal struggle about whether or not I should cancel because of the attraction that I feel for Emily, until I realized that I'm a grown woman and I can deal with this maturely. So I'm attracted to Emily? Who wouldn't be?! There's no reason that we can't be friends and the few moments I had spent with her husband had been nice enough. It never hurts to broaden your friend group.
I knock on their door, holding the bouquet of flowers that I brought in one arm.
"Naomi! Nice to finally see you."
"Nice to see you again Heck." I say as I hand him the flowers.
"Emily is going to happy with these flowers, she keeps complaining about the bachelorette pad feel in here." I look around and can't help but agree with him. He leads me to the living room and shows me to the couch as he brings the flowers into the kitchen, attempting to find a vase to put them in.
"Hello."
"Hi, Emily. How are you doing?"
"Quite well, how about you?"
"No complaints. Escpecially with this magnificent couch."
"Don't let Heck hear you say that, he thought we paid too much for it."
"Well you can't put a price on comfort."
"I told you Heck!" Emily yells playfully and points at Heck.
"I understand paying a good amount for it but not the amount we paid." He turns to me and winks. "Never take Emily to an auction, she gets far to competitive."
"It's not my fault! I had to be growing up with Katie."
"Katie?"
"My twin. You probably met her briefly. She was the loud obnoxious one with a leopard print dress at the wedding." I chuckle a bit remembering seeing her.
"Oh yes. Very subtle."
"Subtle is Katie's middle name." We both laugh and I find myself being drawn to her eyes once again, not able to resist the hold that she has on me. We stare at eachother for a bit until I hear Heck tlak, completely forgetting that he is even in the room.
"I couldn't find a vase for these Emily." He hands her the flowers and Emily takes a big whiff of them.
"These are beautiful. Thank you."
"Thank you for having me."
"I'll just go and take care of these." Emily leaves the room with the flowers in hand, leaving me and Heck to ourselves.
"So Naomi, are you ever going to get married?" I choke a bit, not expecting him to ask em that right away.
"Well maybe if I met the right person and now that the laws have changed."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm gay." I see his mouth fall open a bit, not expeciting me to say that.
"Ah." I hear the doorbell ring.
"That'll be Cook."
"Cook is coming?" He looks at me apologetically.
"…yeah. Well that changed things."
"You tried to hook us up didn't you?" He looks at me sheepishly.
"It's fine, I don't mind. I've had to push off enough men like him before." I smile at him to let him know that I don't care.
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We sit at the dining table eating something that can only be described as revolting.
"No offense mate, but this shit sucks." Cook says.
"It really is hun." Emily says, petting his hand softly.
"Right, so is the sex better after marriage then?"
"Cook." Emily says sternly warning him.
"What?! I'm askin for a friend." He winks at me and smiles.
"Cook, we know all of your friends and they really don't want to know." Heck says shaking his head slighty.
"Touche, mate."
"I think you mean touché." I say
"No, he means touché. I tried correcting him years ago and he refuses to stop saying it. I think he does it to piss me off at this point." Emily says, throwing her napkin at Cook.
"You'll get married soon Cookie." Heck says, changing the subject.
"Oh yeah? Why would I do that?"
"When you meet the right girl you're going to want to."
"And how will I know when that is?"
Emily answers. "You don't know straight away, it just feels warm and comfortable. You hang in there and give it a chance and before you know it, you're like, yeah this is it, this is love."
"I'm with her." Heck answers.
"I'm with her to."
"I don't agree. I think you know immediately, as soon as your eyes meet… then everything that happens from then on just proves that you've been right in that moment. When you've suddenly realized that you've been incomplete and now you are whole." I say, looking directly at Emily making her look at me in the eyes. I can see the confusion in her eyes, but also what looks to be a small hint of desire.
"Actually, I'm with her." Heck says and Cook agrees.
"No." Emily says strongly.
"No?"
"No. if you think that, then everyone who doesn't have all that business is settling for less." Emily says animatedly.
"That's not what I'm saying."
"That kind of is what you're saying."
"I think she said it a bit nicer." Cook interjects.
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I look out over the London skyline, thinking back to my argument with Emily over dinner. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed her that far. I was deep in my thoughts when I hear Emily call my name. I see her standing in the doorway to the attic, the soft light making her featers even more beautiful.
"You're going to get soaked if you stay out there." She yells over the rain.
"I can't help it, it's beautiful." I say to her as I walk into the house.
"Listen about earlier at dinner, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to imply that your love is invalid or anything. I should have just dropped it."
"If anyone should be sorry it's me. I took it personally when I shouldn't have. Really you have nothing to be sorry about." I nod at her, shaking a bit because of the rain.
"You're freezing." Emily says as she rubs her hands up and down my arms, causing me to shiver even more.
"I'm fine, really."
"You're not." Emily pulls me to her and wraps her arms around me, rubbing my back and arms furiously. I relish the feeling of her against me; take in her scent and the way her hands feel on my back and arms. I feel her arms start to slow but she doesn't remove herself from me. I hear her take in a breath and shudder. I pull myself away from her, leaving a few inches between her face and mine and look at her in the eyes. I almost fall over by the desire and need in them. I see her start to move towards me, her eyes starting to close as mine are quickly following suit.
"Emily…" I say in a weak attempt to stop her.
"Hey, you guys up there?" I hear Heck yell up the stairs and we break apart quicker than you can say I.
"Y-Yeah. Be right down." Emily says, not wanting to make eye contact with me.
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We spend the rest of the night playing a bit of poker and joking around, though I notice that Emily has yet to look at me. By the time it reaches midnight I'm tired and ready to go home. Emily and Heck walk me to the door, Cook in front of me because he offered to drive me home.
"Well I had a wonderful time, we have to do that again soon." Heck says before pulling me into a hug.
"Yes, I had a great time as well." I look at Emily and for the first time since the attic incident she's finally looking at me. We awkwardly stare at each other for a bit, not sure if we should hug or not before I decide to wave and walk out the door with Cook, giving Emily one more look before I go.
I let out a deep breath, glad to be out of the situation but at the same time sad that it didn't lead to anything. Rules Naomi. I sigh deeply again, unsure of how long my rules will stand up. It was one night and I was ready to throw them away for Emily. And to be honest, if she had kissed me I wouldn't have been able to stop. Well this should be interesting.
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