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: jeane911 - here's more chapter! Abnab - I'd never really come across the word acerbic before, look out for it ;) and thanks! Thanks to all of you for reviewing and to those who have either put this fic on their favourites list or story alerts, I really appreciate it. It's nice to know people want updates. Here's another one...

Blind Sighted

'Where's your loo?' Emily asked, her face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and coyness. As if she wasn't nervous enough. She took the stairs two at a time and watched from the top as Katie and Tony followed Effy and Naomi back into the kitchen.

'She's the girl from the other night?' Effy questioned Naomi. She didn't respond, at least not vocally.

The bathroom was small and empty; there wasn't even a mirror, much to Emily's dismay. She liked to look at herself, not because she was vain, she simply wanted to check just how red she'd become. If only Katie could have moved in before they'd got engaged, then maybe it wouldn't look like a bachelor's bathroom.

'Pull yourself together,' she mumbled, sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet.

She placed her hands on her knees, which shook uncontrollably. They were probably downstairs talking about the disaster that was her date with Naomi whilst she sat there further embarrassing herself by disappearing. She couldn't decide if the shaking was caused by shock, she hadn't expected to know anyone after all and especially hadn't expected to see her most recently failed date. Alternatively, it could have been the feisty blonde, whose wavy hair and glossy lips had captured Emily's attention in an instant.

Emily was attracted to her; she couldn't exactly deny it any more. She'd spent every night the week before thinking about Naomi's features, including her acerbic way of speaking. Usually Emily wouldn't have been attracted to someone like that, her biggest turn off was anyone who acted high and mighty. Then again, Naomi hadn't exactly done that. Emily had found herself getting hot under the collar on several occasions, so much so that she'd ended up pleasuring herself most nights, just to calm down enough for sleep. She'd expected to have the blonde on her mind for a couple of days after their date until she finally got over it. It wasn't like she was ever going to see her again, at least at the time she had assumed that.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,' she groaned, her body reacting a little too well to Naomi's attendance at the party. She rested against her knees, putting her whole weight on them as she held her thighs tightly together.

'Get the fuck over her,' Emily cursed.

Eventually she left the bathroom, reluctantly. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she stopped, listening carefully to the conversation going on in the kitchen. If she had to go back in there she wanted to know what to expect.

'I don't really know her,' Naomi muttered.

'Then tell us how you do know each other,' Tony asked.

'What the fuck did I just say?' Naomi snapped.

'If you don't tell me, I'll just ask Emily.' Typical Katie. 'Where is she anyway? She's taking forever in the bathroom.'

'Bathroom,' Naomi repeated in a mocking tone, followed by a sarcastic mumble that Emily couldn't hear. As it turned out, none of them could.

'What did you say?'

Now or never, Emily noted as she took the final step towards the kitchen. She couldn't leave them hanging any longer, if only to help stop World War three from beginning. Katie's fists were clenched and she looked about ready to pounce.

'Nothing,' Naomi mumbled again, followed by a very quiet but equally loud enough, 'Cunt.'

'Bitch,' Katie shouted, taking a step forwards towards Naomi. Thankfully, Tony held her back and all eyes had turned on Emily entering the room.

'Please tell me you don't know this bitch, Emily.'

'I, I don't. Not really. We just bumped into each other in a shop, literally,' Emily lied, watching Naomi as she stood up straight and creased her eyebrows. The answer appeared to appease Naomi, a tiny smile sent in Emily's direction. Being in the same room together wasn't as bad as Emily had anticipated. She took a glass of champagne from Effy and stood against the kitchen counters like everyone else, watching Naomi from afar. The blonde had returned to a previous conversation she'd had with Effy about a dress. Emily could only assume was the same dress that she had been trying on that week.

'That'll be Cook with dessert,' Effy said after the doorbell rang.

Tony and Katie were sharing his tonsils - since Katie had hers removed when she was eleven - in the corner of the room leaving Emily and Naomi standing a metre or so apart. Emily could feel the tension rising and Naomi cleared her throat.

'Thanks,' she finally whispered, turning around to stand beside her as she refilled her half empty glass. Emily laughed lightly at Naomi's covert way of talking to her and tried her best to ignore the sweet scent lingering in the air.

'For what?' she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and glancing into her eyes nervously. She'd never really stood that close to her before and despite her desperate attempts to act cool, she couldn't help being a little flirtatious in her actions.

'You know what for.'

'Why don't you want anyone else to know?' Emily questioned. 'Are you ashamed?'

'No,' Naomi snapped. 'It's no one else's business but ours and that's how I want to keep it.'

'No skin off my nose,' Emily shrugged.

Realistically, Emily's heart sank a little inside her chest. She couldn't ignore her gaydar which screamed gay whenever she set one foot anywhere near Naomi. Deep down she secretly hoped that Naomi was hiding her true self and that things could take a turn for the better, in Emily's favour. If Naomi wasn't so pig headed and stubborn, perhaps she would be in with a chance. But she was pig headed and stubborn and quite frankly rude. Though the way she behaved with Katie only made Emily like her more, anyone who could say something like that to her sister and get away with it would always score points with Emily. Especially when it was mixed with stunning looks and a feisty personality that would make even the straightest person swoon, except Katie perhaps.

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Every few minutes someone would make a toast and the whole table would clink glasses and finish off what was left of their drinks. It would have been rude not to join in. Naomi never said no to alcohol and after she'd gone past the tipsy stage, allowed herself a couple of glasses of Champagne in order to speed up the night. She didn't expect Effy to bring out a lethal vodka jelly and vanilla ice cream laced with MDMA. Regular dinner parties continued with a level of class that appeared to vanish the second Effy and Cook brought out the Dangerous Dessert, as they called it. Dangerous was one word she thought summed it up perfectly.

'Eat your ice cream babe,' Cook said, scraping out his bowl and holding it up to his mouth to catch the last drops. She complied, digging her spoon into the dessert. It tasted good and after the first couple of mouthfuls tasted even better.

The room gradually moved from normal drunken conversations into an array of rambled garbage and activity. Katie and Tony started dancing to their own beat whilst the Stonem's mother, Anthea, took a liking to Cook. Somebody put Tony's iPod on in the lounge and the party moved rooms where everybody danced and talked.

By midnight, Effy and her boyfriend had disappeared, as had Katie and Tony. Even Cook had fucked off somewhere. Naomi suspected he was probably fucking Effy's mum. Naomi, as the fucking seventh wheel decided to do what all good friends do and started the washing up. In all fairness, she'd just smoked a spliff and after washing her hands, found the water too inviting not to keep her fingers in the bowl all night.

'Thank fuck,' Emily shouted across the kitchen. Christ her voice was loud, when did she get so loud? She'd barely said a word all night, except for when asked questions. 'I thought I was the only one left. You know your friend Cook is screaming about grabbing his balls. You don't happen to know if there're any earplugs anywhere, do you?'

She really liked to talk, apparently. Naomi rolled her eyes and let out a faint laugh. Cook really could win an award for his level of sophistication in love making. That was the worst thing about sleeping with him, hearing it up close was worse than hearing it through a door.

'He's Cook,' she replied, all the answer that was needed for anyone that knew him. Emily clearly didn't. 'He's a fucking male slut. He'd probably get paid for it if he could, though it's not like he doesn't enjoy it.'

'A lesbians worst nightmare,' Emily joked, her lips curled up at the edges. Naomi tried to keep her face straight but the smirk staring back at her was too consuming. She allowed her expression to mirror Emily's and busied herself with the washing up. She didn't last long, the water had gone cold and the appeal had vanished. More so when Emily stood beside her, close enough that she could feel her presence.

'What's it like?' Naomi asked, resting a hand on the kitchen counter and chewing on her lip with intrigue.

'What's what like?'

'Being gay.'

There was no logical explanation in Naomi's mashed up brain as to why she asked that question. She didn't care, nor did she really want to know. She couldn't even explain why she stood facing Emily, square on, something she never did with anyone unless she planned to fuck them. She certainly didn't plan to fuck Emily.

'Why?' Emily asked, her cheeky grin growing with confidence. 'You wanna try it?'

She couldn't move her lips as Emily stepped closer, not that there was much space left between them. She was joking, having a laugh. Only the closer she got the more nervous she looked, her eyebrows creased every few moments, her eyes darting between Naomi's eyes, mouth and breasts. She grew suddenly conscious of the low cut top she'd picked out earlier that day. Emily licked her lips and Naomi wondered what the fuck was happening. The weed and final remnants of MDMA in her system didn't help.

'No,' she finally said, forcing the word out. She didn't want to try being gay, she didn't want anything to do with the female population, aside from her mother and best friend. She surrounded herself with blokes for a reason and that reason was their ability to be complete cocks and not care about feelings and shit.

'Have you ever kissed a lesbian?' Emily asked, her eyes wide with expectation and her lips moist.

Kissable lips. Jesus. She couldn't think things like that, people would start believing things they shouldn't. What the fuck was wrong with her? She could think what the fuck she liked, nobody could judge. Nobody would ever have to know. Except Effy would know. She always knew.

'I've kissed Effy,' she whispered, cursing herself for even answering the question. 'At parties, you know?'

'Effy's not gay.'

'No.'

'Would you like to kiss a lesbian?'

'Why?' Naomi choked on her voice. She hadn't appeared that confident at the bar that night. Emily stood too close to her, her tongue dancing across her lips flirtatiously. Fucking bitch. She knew she wasn't gay.

'I don't know,' Emily shrugged.

'Ay ay, what do we have here?' Cook growled from the doorway, completely naked with his hands wrapped around his cock.

'Nothing,' Naomi assured him, her eyes darting towards Emily with warning. She understood, her eyes fell in sorrow. Fucking women. If Cook had been the one trying to get a kiss off her, he'd take rejection like a man; attempt to persuade her further, then call her gay. She'd roll her eyes and tell him what a pussy he was being. Not Emily, not any woman. She turned her attention back to the dishes and emptied the cold water from the bowl.

'We have a dishwasher,' Anthea informed her. Naomi ignored her, not that she noticed with her hands around Cook's shoulders and her tongue playing with his ear.

'I'll go find a sofa to sleep on,' Emily mumbled, dejection in her voice. Naomi waited until the room had emptied. Then and only then did she allow herself to feel guilty for not making the little lesbian happy and disappointed for not allowing herself one drunken mistake