Title: That Campbell Girl, Chapter 4
Summary: They meet, finally.
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins, characters, etc… We all know the rest.
Author's Note: Thanks to the four patient people that read this; vero, fookyeahskins, triniredster, and lalalalee. Party for five, eh?
Emily opened and closed the car door for the 12th time since they got there. They were parked a stone's throw away from, The Gemini, the hotel where Emily's supposed to meet Miss Campbell aka the cunting whore bitch, if Katie had her way. The sun was shining when they got there, now rain started to drizzle. It mirrored Emily's feelings about this. Bright when it started, now not so much.
"I swear to God Emily, if you hesitate one more time... "Katie let her sentence trail for added effect. "What are we doing being all gentle about this anyway? Let's just go in there and trash what's-her-face, like what I reckoned we should do. Seriously, Emily, when I asked you to fix this I wasn't expecting you'd give the cow an interview."
Emily turned to her sister with horror on her chocolate brown eyes. "What if she has no idea he's married Katie? Maybe she's a victim like us." Nobody's guilty until proven.
"You and your sense of justice; Emily, can bite me in the tush. You better go before I change my mind. Be careful; call me when there's trouble." Katie tossed her burgundy hair in a feisty way, reached across Emily, and opened the door. She pushed her little sister gently out the door. A black brolly got handed to her the moment she's outside. "I'll be back after an hour, yeah? Be careful Emsy. I love you bitch." With that the door slammed and the car smoothly went on its way. Emily couldn't help but smile over her sister's unexpected show of affection. That's Katie for you, full of surprises.
The hotel loomed over Emily as she looked up. The walk to the hotel was unbelievably short, even though the redhead must have backtracked at least three times. She planned to be 20 minutes early, so she could be inside the room when this Naomi came in. A glance at her timepiece told her that she's exactly that. She closed the brolly and entered the hotel. She went straight to the elevator to avoid being seen and pressed for the 5th floor, no sense in delaying the inevitable now that she's here. Truth was, she's frightened, frightened to face the woman and confirm for herself that her Dad committed the deed and planned to continue. Rob Fitch was...is...was Emily's hero, the kisser of scraped knees, the spoiler who just couldn't say no to any of his children. Well, until now.
She swiped the card and the door clicked open. The room was massive, but then everything felt massive to Emily. She's got the short-person-complex, even in her heels she felt small. The lights went out and it made Emily jump at least a foot.
"It's better if we use natural light. Sorry if I gave you a fright." The voice from the darkness apologized. The curtains opened and revealed the blinding light from outside, Emily covered her eyes. When did the sun come out? She removed her hand from her face and was once again blinded... by lust. Campbell stood in front of the window her back to Emily but her face is in profile. The light from outside is a halo around the blonde's almost white hair. Not washed up at all, Katie. Her eyelashes are delicate moths as they cast a shadow on her cheek. She's wearing a dove grey suit that hid most of her body, but clung to it in the most delicious way. A million poetries wrote themselves inside her head. Emily licked her lips to bring back moisture on them. They had dried the instant she laid eyes on the woman across her.
"Emily F., innit?"
Earth to Emily, pull yourself together. "Yes, I am." Thank goodness her voice sounded confident. Any evidence of the momentary insanity was now gone. She offered her hand then regretted it the instant the blonde took it.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Naomi C." Electricity scorched Emily to her soul. She fought the urge to pull her hand abruptly.
"Nice to finally meet you too." She answered. Naomi loosened her hold cue for Emily to pull away, which she did.
"Shall we start or do you want a drink first?" Naomi turned away and took her suit jacket off revealing a thin white button down blouses. She could somewhat see Naomi's body outlined against the light from the outside. Emily made a discreet sign of the cross across her torso. The fuck Emily, Catholic all of the sudden?
"Yes, gin tonic please." She sat down on a chair facing the window while Naomi messes by the mini bar. A moment later, her poison of choice appeared before eyes. It was presented by a beautiful hand. The fingers were long, nails neatly clipped and French tipped. Emily's a sucker for that kind. She took her drink, careful not to touch the hand. Naomi solemnly sat across her and sipped... water. What the fuck?
"Whenever you're ready." The blonde reassuringly said.
The niceties are killing her. Another minute of this crap and Emily's going to burst. She brought her drink to her lips and downed it in one go. She heard Naomi said -"Whoa." She laid the glass on the table between them
"Do you know that my father's married?" Right. Nice job Ems, that's completely random.
Naomi looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
Emily stood up, needed to feel taller. "Rob Fitch?" She could see recognition lit up the blonde's eyes.
"Yes, of course I do."
This infuriates Emily instantly. "Why do you do it?"
Naomi only shrugged. "It's what I do. It's hard for him with your Mum now, you know. Why are you angry? I'm trying to help." There's hurt in the blue eyes looking back at Emily. Her parents were having problems, well that's news. Should be obvious now that she knows her Dad's cheating. Still, hearing it from a stranger angered Emily. She wanted to not be angry with this beautiful woman in front of her, anything but angry, however it's simply impossible. Especially now, she told her everything Emily didn't want to hear.
"You know all this and still, you keep on letting him see you?" Emily rounded the table and put her hands on both side of Naomi's chair, trapped. Got you now, Naomi Campbell.