Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, I don't own Naomily and I don't own supermarkets...such is life.

Author Note: Thank you sooo much for all of the lovely reviews you gave me last chapter, it certainly is lovely to be back here properly writing again and your support certainly makes it more enjoyable! :-D I hope you enjoy part two!

For LuvActually, you may not realise it, but your writing is what inspired me here. I've been in a bit of a rut of late and reading the last chapter of Coin Laundry changed that and so this was born. :-) So thank you!

In This Life

There she was, again. Naomi. The person that made Emily's heart beat faster. The person that scared her more than anything. She watched her from an aisle, looked her up and down as her foot tapped impatiently at the shop worker. Emily took a deep breath and walked up to her, dropped her basket on the floor and pulled her into a passionate embrace. No. She backtracked, her thought process beginning again. Naomi stood at a distance from her, too far away, yet too close. She wanted to walk towards her, wished she could kiss her right there in the dairy aisle. Only Emily Fitch wasn't that kind of person, had never had the confidence for public displays of affection, let alone jumping the object of desire.

'Gordon MacPherson said that girls only shave their cunts because they secretly wish other girls would give them oral sex.'

Katie almost spat out a mouthful of food into her hand. Emily's attention wavered and she felt her cheeks flush. She was warm, unusually so. Thoughts of Naomi dispersed amongst the reality around her and she joined her family in staring at her brother. It took a moment for James's words to process in her brain, forcing her cheeks to turn even redder.

'Don't talk like that at the dinner table,' Jenna reprimanded.

'But,' James began to argue.

'Listen to your mother, you're a man now James, start acting like one. You can't go around saying stuff like that.'

'Why not?'

Katie scoffed loudly in Emily's ear. 'Because it's fucking disgusting. I don't shave because,'

It was James's turn to scoff as Katie's cheeks grew bright and she trailed off. Emily stared down at her vegetables, carefully slicing them up and forking a few into her mouth. Before she could stop herself, she was back in the supermarket, pinning Naomi up against the eggs.

'Fuck they're breaking, we'll to have to pay for them all,' Emily noted as their bodies pushed the eggs to the floor.

'Fuck the eggs.'

The imaginary possibility sent Emily's body into a spin; her heart rate sped along and her mouth grew dry. She was conscious of her fork hitting the plate and her body shaking. Then four pairs of eyes landed on her and she was pulled from the heated thoughts inside of her head. Once again Emily's cheeks grew red beyond her control and she had to sip on her glass of wine to calm down.

'Everything alright love?' Rob asked her, filling up her glass as soon as it emptied.

'Yeah,' Emily gasped, nodding hastily until she became conscious of her impression of a nodding dog. She stopped moving and returned to the food on her plate, carefully slicing each piece of carrot and asparagus as though each were a work of art.

Back in her tiny apartment, Emily regrouped her thoughts. Naomi. Seeing Naomi. Kissing Naomi. Sex with Naomi. They weren't right. She shouldn't have been thinking of anyone at a family dinner, let alone the one person she would have happily allowed into her bed at that moment. Never even had sex. The thought didn't escape her, never escaped her when her level of need reached an unhealthy high. The thoughts sent her searching the cupboards, analysing levels of food she'd bought at a different supermarket. The quality wasn't as good and as far as she was concerned, worth less than she paid for it. A small price to pay for avoiding Naomi.

'You don't want to avoid her,' Emily snapped at herself, throwing a packet of rice back into the cupboard and heading towards the fridge.

She'd considered it all day, going back. A week had passed and every night she'd put on her jacket, picked up her keys and climbed into her car. Some nights she didn't turn on the engine, others she arrived at the supermarket but didn't get out of the car.

'What are you so scared of?' she asked herself after walking up to the entrance twice, before turning back and going home.

Fear. Phobias. They were usually irrational thoughts, a process connecting incidents locked in a person's subconscious until something current sent the same feelings back to the body. The many things Emily had to be scared of was immeasurable; family, labels, reality. If she let herself want Naomi, she would open herself up to getting hurt. She would set the ball rolling for a truth she'd always been too scared to admit out loud. Naomi didn't exactly scream gay, which only fed Emily's worries further. Instead she sat at the kitchen table eating the last of her Muller Rice pots and contemplating the possibilities if she took that same journey once more.

'I'm waiting.'

Emily didn't need to reach the eggs to know that Naomi was already there, the sound of her foot tapping echoed down the aisle and her voice travelled further than Emily had expected it to. She stopped between them, a silent spectator that neither of them acknowledged. Kissing Naomi was out of the question. She wasn't even sure how best to greet her. In the end she couldn't take her eyes off Naomi's expression; perturbed, frustrated and extremely sexy. Whenever anyone referred to someone appearing sexy when mad she'd always been confused, until that moment.

'What the fuck?' Naomi asked, causing Emily to realise that piercing blue eyes were no longer staring down the shop worker, but glaring at her. She apologised and reached between the pair of them towards a box of eggs.

Battery-hen eggs. She'd picked up a box of something that Naomi would hate. Too late. The box was already in her hand and she could hardly put them back again. Emily's hands began to shake and she had to place the packet carefully into her basket to avoid dropping it.

'Are you stupid?' Naomi's attention continued to stand on her. 'Do you know what they do to the hens that lay those eggs?'

'Oh.'

Despite being looked at like she had committed the worst of mortal crimes, Emily couldn't rid herself of the feeling that Naomi's anger made her appear more beautiful. She'd never taken kindly to nasty people and wondered what it was about Naomi, who had been anything but nice to her, that kept her coming back for more.

'They're not free-range?' she asked, picking the box up again and analysing it. 'Whoops, I don't usually buy eggs.'

Saved. Emily's heart rated slowed when Naomi's eyes softened, the fierce edges disappearing in favour of a cheeky grin. A smile that transfixed Emily, leaving her feeling ridiculously stupid when Naomi pulled her up on her staring.

'This idiot is taking forever unpacking the only eggs they should be selling.'

When the eggs were released from their shrink-wrapped packaging and Naomi left the man with a further rant about recycling plastic, they walked down the aisle towards the milk. Emily stood at a safe distance, not quite by Naomi's side, but not too far away either. She hated moments where you weren't sure if you were meant to be joining someone, or if you just happened to be travelling in the same direction.

'Have you ever tried Soy milk?' Naomi asked when Emily reached for a carton of semi-skimmed. She shook her head. 'It's not that bad.'

Emily replaced the carton and pulled the same brand of Soy milk off the shelf that Naomi had just put into her basket. They carried on walking again down the aisle, the same level of awkwardness ensuing.

'Do you shop at the same time every week? I've seen you before.' Emily nodded. 'We discussed bags didn't we?'

'Promise I've brought my own bag this week,' Emily muttered, partly through fear and partly in jest. She pulled the plastic bag-for-life from her own bag and dropped it into her basket.

'You look familiar,' Naomi muttered when they stopped by the bread. 'Before here I meant.'

There was so many options. Emily wondered if you could get it wrong with bread, or if her own personal choice would again be the wrong one. She waited until Naomi's hand moved towards the shelf before moving her own. They went towards the same bread, their hands clamping down on the same packet, overlapping each other's fingers.

'Sorry,' they both jumped in, before laughing at themselves. Naomi let go and reached for another loaf. Emily pulled the packet into her basket, thankful that not only had Naomi chosen the same bread as she, but that they'd survived a 'moment' that could have been disastrous.

The question that Emily could and should have ignored played over on her mind until she allowed herself to answer. 'I think we went to middle school together.'

That kiss, all those years ago. Emily couldn't face Naomi's response, wasn't sure she was ready to make such a significant conservation with anyone, let alone Naomi. She wondered if the blonde had any recollection of their moment of passion, whether she still thought about it now, or if she considered it a blotch on her past. They walked towards the checkouts and when Emily took steps away from her, Naomi's shriek made her stumble back in surprise.

'You're Emily?'

She remembered. That was more than Emily had expected. She didn't speak of that moment, or what it meant for them now. Emily didn't ask, just informed her that she was right. Something changed, a shift in the relationship she was slowly building with the person that still scared her. They collected their items, paid and walked towards the exit together. Naomi unlocked a bike by the trolleys and wheeled it towards the road.

'Maybe see you next week,' Naomi smiled as she climbed onto the bike, turned on a couple of lights and began pedalling away.

'Next week,' Emily replied, letting out a breath she hadn't realised had got caught in her throat. She watched Naomi disappear into the darkness and for the first time, she actually felt brave.

Author Note: I'd still love to know what you think, I'm considering this my "re-starting" fic, improving, getting better, hopefully. So please review and let me know. :-)