Hi y'all! First time fic writer here so go easy on me yeah? I wasn't gonna write this at first but the Skins movie is confirmed so...why not eh?


Checking her watch, Naomi grins, she's still got plenty of time.

"Sorry about that miss Campbell," The young woman rushes back inside the room. The blonde just nods and leans back into her chair.

"I remember my last girlfriend," Naomi sighs, taking a long drag of her newly sparked cigarette and stares into space, "I loved her, and she said she couldn't handle it."The blonde says, casually unbuttoning the top of her shirt as if to get comfortable. Something which the young doctor notices immediately. They always do.

The psychologist nods sympathetically, her gaze occasionally drifting down Naomi's top. "I keep getting my heart broken." She continues, leaning forward slowly "Am I just not attractive?" The blonde looks up, her gorgeous eyes seeing right through the older woman, almost daring her to do something.

"No Naomi, of course you're attractive." The reply comes almost instantly, her hand places itself on Naomi's lap. The hand would've retreated just as quickly if it weren't for the blonde grabbing her wrist and leaning forward even more.

"How am I supposed to know you're not lying?" Naomi whispers, her lips hovering teasingly above the other woman's, causing her psychologist to suppress a very unprofessional reaction. It takes barely a few seconds before the gap between them disappears completely. Mission accomplished.


"Morning Ems, good night last night with...uh, whatever her name is? By the way, Mandy's flowers are here right on time, as usual." Katie informs her sister while rolling her eyes, and Emily just smirks.

"Is my 10 o'clock here yet, personal assistant?" Katie mouths fuck off but nods anyway and returns to her computer screen. The only reason she signed up for the bloody job was because her boss would also be her younger twin, that and her bills needed paying. So much for being given the easy treatment. But to be perfectly honest, the hardest part of the job wasn't organizing Emily's meetings, it was dealing with the ridiculously large number of women that Emily dates and/or fucks everyday. Embarrassing really, considering she was supposed to be the hotter one.

"I think it was...uh...Samantha or something, I don't know." Emily shrugs, walking briskly into her office. She'd done pretty well for herself, graduating with honors from an American Ivy League university and is currently the managing director of a very successful movie producing company called "Big Time Inc". Not to mention...well, other achievements.

"What about the flowers?" Katie calls out after her sister. "The usual." Emily replies, taking a sip of her latte. Ahh, Mandy...her father's one of the best script writers there is, and it's not a terrible thing to have flowers as well as the odd extravagant gift sent to your office everyday now is it?

The older twin sighs, chucking the large bouquet into the trash.

The rest of the day went by pretty uneventfully, Emily even having some champagne with a potential client. They're planning to make a movie out of this hot-shot best seller or something, Katie's not too sure on the details.

"Want some?" The younger twin mouths from inside the room, pointing to her glass of bubbly.

The brunette shakes her head (yes, she's the one that dyes her hair. Go figure) no and chuckles. She takes out her mobile and dials her good friend Thomas, the owner of a popular club in town. It's not their birthday for another fortnight but what the hell, why not celebrate earlier this year? Emily wouldn't mind, surely.


"You're a fantastic doctor," Naomi grins and winks at the older woman, who blushes. "I'll see you again next week okay miss Campbell?"She asks, zipping up her skirt.

The blonde kisses up her neck and whispers in her ear, "Please, call me Naomi." And with that, she leaves, refreshed and energized as ever.

Naomi's on her way back home when the phone rings.

"You fucking owe me Cook. Big time." She tells him, getting straight to the point. That was one of the things they have in common, no bullshiting around.

"Thanks Naomikins." Cook laughs into the phone, "and don't try to fool me babes, we both know you enjoyed every minute of it. Anyways, scale of 1 to 10, how was she?"

"A six and a half, maybe."

"Right, and after you're done with her?"

"9 probably, had to dig pretty deep for that one." Naomi says nonchalantly, but they both know Cook knows better.

"Yeah, sure you did. You coming tonight then? The place is fucking mint."

"Why not. I've got to go, my editor's on the other line, but text me later alright?" The blonde finishes off the conversation and quickly changes the line, steering her Mercedes into the car park. Never thought she'd end up being one of Europe's most well-known writers (well, her nom de plume is anyway), but there you go. The good thing is she actually does make a difference in the world, which is pretty much all she's wanted to do since she was a little girl. All the women she attracts...that's a different matter altogether. She never planned for that to happen, but what's a girl to do?

"Hey Jared." She greets the middle-aged editor brightly, "Anything new?"

"Hi Alice, I've got some great news for you today," He states, "Big Time wants to make a movie out of your book."

"Really? That's brilliant!" It actually is, Naomi's seen some of their movies and they're not half bad.

"Yeah, it is. Listen, come in tomorrow and we'll discuss it yeah? I'm bit busy at the minute."

"Sure sure, of course. I'll see you tomorrow." Naomi says quickly and flips the phone shut. Could this day get any better?


"Who's that?" Emily asks Thomas, the club owner and Katie's ex, pointing subtly to a tall blonde dancing in the opposite side of the room.

Thomas shrugs, "Not too sure, but I've seen the guy around before. His name's Cook I think."

"Do you think she's gay?"

"No chance." He shakes his head, "too hot to be gay." Thomas jokes, resulting in a playful slap on the arm from the redhead.

The younger twin watches the blonde dancing for another moment before coming to a conclusion. "I'll bet you 10 quid she's gay." Walks to the other side of the club before Thomas can even get a word in.

Emily walks confidently straight up to her and taps the blonde on the shoulder. She turns around, sees the redhead and smiles.

"I know this sounds crazy," The twin tells her apologetically, "But I win a 10 quid bet if you're gay."

"May I ask who is this bet with?" The taller woman laughs.

"Does it matter?"

The blonde smiles again, thinks for a bit then leans forward and kisses Emily. Her lips are warm and soft, slightly moist, lingering for a moment.

"You win."

Yes.


It'll get better I promise :D