Emily's POV

I've always had a thing for blue eyes. From the moment I walked in that room, she had me starstruck. She was walking in front of me and I couldn't stop my eyes from checking her out. In the same second my eyes were wandering around her arse, she turned around. As my eyes lifted from her back to her face, I saw her grinning at me as if she was saying "Could you be any more obvious?". Cheeky bitch.

'So… Where to?' She was looking straight ahead now, probably completely aware of the fact I wasn't let an opportunity to check her out once again pass.

'Um, second door to the left. We're going to the soundtrack editing room. I want to show you something.' That was all that came out from my mouth.

She opened the door for me and stood there holding it open. Her eyes now revealed some embarrassment; I could bet she was even a little bit flushed. Oh, god. Does she fancy me? Maybe she thinks I'm hot. Shit. She so doesn't. She was just practically forced to follow me around by Miss Adams. Bless her. Naomi Campbell… What kind of name is that, anyway? I guess she gets that a lot. As I walked past her, I stared at her blue eyes a bit longer then I had first intended to but they were mesmerizing. They weren't just blue eyes. They were so deep, they were beautifully shaped, sharp at the edges and that blue… I don't even know if I can call it blue, I don't think the color of her eyes even have a definition, a name. I can't quite explain it was as if I was looking into a constellation, the milky way, the fucking Universe was portrayed in her eyes, for fuck's sake. Focus, Emily. Jesus, her lips… Her hair. Oh god, Jesus fucking Christ. Her fucking smell. I felt my knees growing weaker by the second as I walked in the room. She closed the door behind her and followed me across the room. I started looking through some LP's that I had left laying around there a while ago. I noticed from the corner of my eye, she was looking at me. She looked as she was scanning every movement I made, leaving me a bit uncomfortable. Or maybe I'm that self-observed. She was just bored to death and waiting for me to start an actual conversation.

'Here it is, I found it.' I said, taking one of the LP's out of its cover. A double A-side with Wham!'s "Last Christmas" and "Everything She Wants". I inserted it into the record player and started mixing it with some previously recorded sounds. I unconsciously started moving to the mix I was creating, holding the headphones with one hand to my right ear. She was leaning against the mixing table to my right, with her hands on the table. Still looking at me. Shit. Say something. I smiled. My favourite part. "Boy, everything she wants is everything she sees…"

'I mean…' I finally plucked up the courage to speak again. '… This is exactly where I want to be five years from now. Not just working here to pay the rent. Actually mixing, feeling the music, in front of a crowd. Feeling it.

She smiled. I could see it. Again, from the corner of my eye.

'I like a girl with ambition.'

Excuse me? I'm still looking down at the LP going around. Shit. She's flirting with me. Is she? Oh god, the bitch. She's driving me crazy, I'm not good at these games. What am I supposed to say? What the hell am I supposed to say?

'Ooh, fuck you.' That was all I managed to burst out, with a shy smile and Christ, I bet I'm as red as the fucking walls. I instinctively smile and finally get the guts to send a look her way.

'Ok.' She raises her eyebrows at me. What the hell? 'If you want to.'

Before I can even realize what in God's name is going on, what she just said or what she meant with what she just said, I feel her body pushing mine into the table. Her hands are pressing against it and her lips are brushing with mine fiercefuly. Both my hands go up and I tangle my fingers through her blonde hair. Shit. The first 5 seconds of the kiss, I swear I did not even feel anything and now, 5 seconds later I feel like I was just struck by a lightening. I feel butterflies flying around in my stomach and fast enough they flew away to a whole new spot, a bit below it. 5 seconds and she made me as wet as I'd ever been. I'm so turned on. Shit. I'm not thinking straight right now.


Alright, so I'll try to write as often as possible. This fiction is going to be indeed very Sharmen inspired. Shane and Carmen from The L Word were always my favourite on-screen couple ever until one day I set eyes on Kathryn Prescott and Lily Loveless. Reviews will be very much taken into account. I am Portuguese so English is not my first language which means my vocabulary is probably not as wide as most of you, so forgive me for that. Give me ideas, opinions, anything! I'll be happy to answer and consider each one of your comments! Be well, friends xx