Title: Blind Sighted

Disclaimer: I own Skins...well, I don't, I just wanted to see what it felt like to say that I did.

Pairing: Naomi/Emily

Summary: Some people fall in love at first sight, others are blind to what's right in front of them.

Note: Thank you to ShiraStimulation, hamonrye, smcl, EmZ2009, monkeypen, madam-xt and conv for the reviews! Also a HUGE thank you to Red, for being a huge help in keeping me motivated. This one's for you!

Blind Sighted

Emily paced the apartment back and forth as though she were a father awaiting the birth of his first born. She'd rushed home the second her date with Naomi had finished, well, after she'd come out of the toilet. She'd wondered how she'd come across to the woman, as she sat in the cubicle. If she was honest, she was mostly embarrassed by what had happened. How had the night gone so wrong? She was an attractive woman and if she hadn't scared her away by telling her so, then maybe things could have gone better.

Except that Naomi wasn't gay.

Or so she said.

Emily could tell from the doorway that she had something about her, something unique. She'd had a good feeling about the date. Her profile had been online for months and she'd been out on several occasions. Most of which had been unsuccessful. Well, not unsuccessful so to speak, more that they were nice, nothing special or mind-blowing, just enjoyable in the moment. If anything, her date with Naomi had been the best one yet, if only for the humour. She may have acted like she cared too much; but really, she found the whole thing quite hilarious (as well as immensely frustrating), until Naomi had left.

'Goodnight babes, see to you tomorrow.'

The front door of the apartment closed and Emily stopped pacing as she waited for her sister to arrive home. Her feet were growing tired and she was sure she'd been wearing a hole in the carpet. The good thing was that Katie hadn't invited her boyfriend to stay the night, she really needed a chat.

'Good night?' Emily said, rolling her eyes at Katie's response. She didn't know why she'd asked, force of habit perhaps. She didn't listen to a word she'd said, instead was waiting for Katie to remember where she'd been herself.

'Another disaster?' she asked, without allowing Emily to even speak. Sometimes she wondered how Katie knew so much, other times, she could almost feel the disappointment hanging on her features. She hardly looked the happiest person in the world.

'She wasn't gay.'

'And?' Katie asked, sitting down on the sofa and flicking the remote control.

'She wasn't even bi,' Emily informed her, falling into the seat beside her sister.

'What the fuck were you doing on a date with her then?'

'Her friend set her profile up.'

'Not another one.'

'I don't know what was going on, she insisted that it was a mistake, but she was giving off serious gay vibes.'

'You gonna see her again then?'

Katie kicked off her shoes and rested her feet on the edge of the coffee table, settling the remote down between them as a comedy came on the television. Emily picked up the remote and turned it off. She wasn't there to spend the evening laughing at American's doing stupid things, she needed help.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

'Trying to get your attention.'

'Your date isn't gay, it isn't a goer, yeah, yeah,' Katie said, taking the remote from her and putting the film back on. 'I've heard it all before Emily, now shut up and let me watch this. Adam Sandler is well fit.'

Sometimes having a twin sister was pointless and didn't Emily know it, she picked up her shoes, placed them in the shoe rack by the front door and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her. Fucking useless. What use was having Katie in her life if she couldn't get the best advice possible? She wasn't the most confident of people when it came to dating women; why else would she have signed up to a dating agency? She paid more money than she would have liked out of her pay packet just to go on worthless dates with sad losers who seemed more interested in getting her into bed than a meaningful relationship. She undressed and slipped a towel around her waist whilst she waited for her bath to run. The best thing about a Jack and Jill bathroom was that she didn't need to go out into the lounge to use it, which meant she could ignore Katie and just relax.

'I'm not a girl,' Emily sang, quietly as she soaked in the bath. 'Not yet a woman.

'Get out of the bath,' Katie shouted, banging on the bathroom door as Emily finally found her most relaxing state. She cursed loudly, informing her that she would be as long as she liked. She just hoped that her oh so caring sister wouldn't pick the lock like the last time and come in anyway.

There was no justifying any more time in the bath after that, so Emily climbed out, pulled the plug and dried herself off. She'd wrapped her hair in a fresh towel just in time as Katie pushed open the door on her side.

'What have I told you about taking baths when I haven't had a wee?'

'Probably the same as I've told you about needing your help with these disastrous dates.'

'You're twenty-four Emily; I can't hold your hand forever. Now that I'm engaged we won't be living together much longer, time to grow up babes.'

'Fuck off,' Emily snapped, shutting the door behind her as she returned to her bedroom.

She hated living with Katie; she always had, after about the age of eight anyway. Why she'd agreed to move in with her she wasn't sure, probably so she could move out of home and start dating properly. Having a mother who valued a heterosexual relationship over any alternative was the biggest fun sponge she'd ever come across. The last near-girlfriend she'd had lived with a woman who worked awkward shifts, which meant they could very rarely go back to hers. The only attempt at spending the night at Chez Fitch had failed when James requested to see her underwear and Jenna had insisted they spend the evening sat watching a film together, before rolling out the sofa bed for Kayla to sleep on, alone.

That was almost three years ago and yet Emily had not been able to get out from under the thumb of her family. She slipped out of her towel and tossed it across the room towards her washing basket.

'Naomi,' she whispered, trying her name out on her lips. She liked it. It wasn't too common or too unfamiliar either.

Clipping her hair up out of the way, Emily lay down on her bed, smiling at the thought of Naomi's expressions. There might not have been much opportunity for her to smile, but it didn't matter. She had lovely expressions, even if most of them involved some sort of scowl. She hadn't really dressed up for the occasion, but that was okay. Emily didn't like making too much of an effort, not as much as she had anyway. Sexy dresses were for special occasions, not the odd date. She'd insisted that smart-casual would be fine. If it wasn't for Katie perhaps she wouldn't have turned up looking like a try-hard.

Not that she had any chance with her anyway. Why wasn't she gay? When Emily had walked through the door and spotted her there, she'd known instantly who she was, without even looking at her face. There was something about the way she sat, slouched over a drink, glaring down the bar towards someone else. Her clothes matched the profile she'd read, the carefree nature and the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. That's what attracted to her in the first place and when she'd seen her, well, she'd actually felt passion for the first time. Wondering if perhaps this time would be the success she hoped.

More fool her.

'Got a brush I can borrow?' Katie asked, opening the bathroom door without warning. Emily scurried around, trying to pull her duvet up around her naked body. It's not like Katie had never seen her naked before, but her hand tended to wander and she didn't always feel confident enough to show off her body. She didn't go to the gym, unlike Katie. Nor did she spend hours caking herself in fake tan and pruning every spare hair from her body.

'Get the fuck out,' she shouted, some days it was like living with a teenager.

'Don't think I need one after all, but you might,' Katie nodded in her direction, her eyes hovering on her lower body.

A deep shade of crimson filled Emily's cheeks and she clung tighter to the duvet, rearranging it slightly. She knew Katie didn't approve of bodily hair, but that didn't mean she was right. Besides, Emily was getting a little hot under the collar thinking about Naomi, she didn't really want her sister to be looking at that exact moment.

'Night babes,' she grinned, holding up the diamond ring on her left finger as though it was perfectly normal to do so. Emily rolled her eyes as her sister backed out of the room.

Finally she would get some peace and quiet, she hoped. She uncurled the duvet from around her and slipped under the covers where she continued to think about Naomi; her blonde hair floating across her shoulders and the feisty attitude she'd given off. Fuck. Why did she have to fall for the one girl who wasn't a definite possibility?