Just a fluffy little Naomily oneshot. First ever time writing a fanfic, which I wrote instead of doing college work, because clearly I don't have any priorities :P
Un-beta'd, so all mistakes.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Skins, or Naomi, or Emily. I do however, share a first name with Emily, so there's that.
"What's your favourite colour?"
Noami and Emily were laying on Naomi's bed, wrapped in each other's arms, Emily with her head resting on Naomi's chest. They were both shattered after a long day, just finding peace in each other's company.
"Why do you ask?" Enquired Emily, sounding a little sleeping, but also amused. She felt Naomi shrug.
"I'm just asking. I wanna know." They'd been together now for well over two years now, and it immensely frustrated Naomi that she didn't know every single little thing about Emily Fitch. She wasn't even close to knowing. She didn't even know her favourite fucking colour.
"I dunno. Blue, I guess," Emily answered dutifully, looking up at her girlfriend, smiling, unsure whether or not Naomi got the answer she was looking for.
"Why blue?" Naomi asked. Emily was mildly surprised at Naomi's sudden interest in such tiny details. Naomi wasn't one to ask personal questions. Not that Emily minded, it was just Naomi's way.
"Fuck, I don't know, Naomi. Because it's the opposite of pink? And pink was always Katie's favourite colour. Not that there's anything wrong with pink, I just didn't like anything Katie liked, on principle." Emily laughed, as if thinking of a distant memory, probably involving Katie. Naomi smiled. Her girlfriend was fucking adorable.
And then that smiled morphed into a smirk.
"That would be a perfectly legitimate answer, Ems, except on the colour wheel, the opposite of blue is yellow, not red."
"Yeah, well, fuck off," Emily replied, pouting a little, making Naomi laugh. So. Fucking. Adorable.
"Well, you gonna ask me, then?" Said Naomi, after a moment of soft silence fell between them.
"Ask you what?" Emily frowned, looking a bit confused.
"What my favourite colour is," Naomi stated, as if it was obvious.
"Okay, what is it, then?" Emily pushed herself up a little so she could be level with Naomi, who shoved her arm playfully.
"Ask properly! Otherwise I wont feel loved!" She grinned at Emily's pissed-off expression.
"Ugh, fine. Noami, dearest love of my life, out of all the colours in the world, which colour is your favourite?" Asked Emily with mock-formality.
"Red." Naomi replied simply.
"And how come?" Naomi smiled at Emily, little Emily Fitch, and ran her fingers through her gorgeous, slightly messy, red hair.
"Because your hair," she replied, softly, making Emily smile in turn.
"Naomi," Emily said, with a small hint of laughter in her voice, "you are aware that my hair is naturally brown, right?"
"Yeah, I know. But then, I'm not a natural blonde, so whatever." This made Emily laugh, and she turned to face Naomi and kissed her, because how could she not?
"You think you're so fucking cute," Emily said, when their lips parted.
"Bitch, I'm fucking adorable," Naomi fired back, grinning, which made Emily kiss her again. Naomi wrapped her hands around Emily a little tighter, and Emily rested her head on Naomi's shoulder.
They sat there quietly for a few minutes, until Emily kissed Naomi on the cheek and said, "your eyes."
"Huh?" Naomi looked confused, feeling like maybe she'd missed something.
"Your eyes," Emily said again. "Your eyes are my favourite colour."
And they had been ever since the first time Emily had seen them. To her, Naomi's eyes were perfect, and knowing what Katie would have said back then if she knew this only made Emily love them more.
"I love you," Naomi mumbled quietly into Emily's hair, breathing in her scent.
"I know."