Title: You're Happening To Me

Author: Miss Peg

Rating: T

Pairing: Skins: Emily/Naomi

Disclaimer: Someone else owns Skins, like I need reminding?!

Summary: Six days. It had only been six days. She still couldn't quite believe it to be true, had to keep looking at Naomi to confirm that everything she'd ever wanted was right there beside her on the sofa.

Author Notes: Thanks for the reviews! I started a new job today so it's going to be a bit different, writing, not going to have as much time, so bare with me. Thanks to you all for your continued reading/reviewing though - you're the people who make writing worth it and I probably wouldn't still be writing so much if it wasn't for you guys.

You're Happening To Me

The second she opened the front door, Gina jumped on Naomi, questions spilling out several in one go, all about Emily's dad and gyms and even about the quality of the water. Naomi rolled her eyes, ignoring all of the questions until she filled the kettle and got out a packet of biscuits. Once two cups of tea had been made, Naomi began to sip on her drink, Gina waiting in anticipation for her to speak.

'What?' Naomi asked after nearly a minute of staring.

'Are you going to answer any of my questions? Or will I have to compromise my beliefs just to beat it out of you?'

Naomi rolled her eyes. 'You're a nosey cow sometimes, you know that?'

'I think you'll find it's called being a mother.'

'It was fine.'

'Fine?' Gina asked, her face dropping in disappointment. 'You go to the gym for the first time in your entire life, with your girlfriend and half her family and it was fine?'

'Oh, Emily want there. Neither was Katie actually. Something to for with Katie getting a sexually transmitted infection from some lowlife that works there.'

'Emily wasn't there?' Gina checked. 'So it was just you and her dad?'

'Yes.'

Naomi continued to sip on her hot tea, dunking a biscuit and eating it hungrily. Eventually Gina's continued stares prompted her to talk again.

'For fucks sake mum, would you like me to write a novel?'

'You just told me you spent the evening alone with Emily's dad, then left me wondering how that went. Can't blame me for wanting more of an answer that yes, can you? It's like getting water out of a bloody stone with you.'

Naomi laughed, couldn't stop herself chuckling at her mother's increased attention.

'We talked, we raced bike machines, I beat him by the way, got twenty quid out of it too. Then we came to an understanding.'

'What sort of understanding? And they have bike machines at gyms?'

'Yeah, they're pretty fancy. There's a little computer screen and you do different routes.'

Gina rolled her eyes, reminiscent of Naomi. 'And the understanding?'

'Oh, yeah,' Naomi smiled. 'He didn't really 'get' being gay. He actually asked me what it's like.'

'Oh Christ, what did you say?'

'Asked him what it was like being straight.'

'Good girl.'

*

Emily waited patiently, her dad should have been home already. But he wasn't. She glanced at the clock, trying to decide whether or not to just call Naomi and ask her how he'd taken it. Eventually Jenna called her into the kitchen, told her to stop moping around and peel some potatoes. She obeyed, set to work and hoped the distraction would help. It did for a few minutes, until Rob finally walked in.

'Sorry about earlier,' Emily called out, rushing to his side. 'I hope you weren't too disappointed. Maybe we could do it next week instead.'

'No need kid, I know you and your sister aren't interested.'

'You do?' Emily asked, taken aback by the ease of the conversation.

'Sure, it's a bit like this gay thing. It's not that you don't like the gym, just maybe you'd prefer to go on those walks you seem to take sometimes.'

'Oh right,' Emily smiled. 'Yeah, exactly.'

'Eh, she's a real corker that Naomi,' Rob grinned. 'She must have thighs like steel. Beat me on the bike machines she did.'

Emily frowned, the information slowly trickling into her brain. She felt her cheeks redden at the thought of Naomi's thighs, or more specifically of where her hands had been on those thighs. Her dad talking about them like a muscle (which she quickly remembered, they were) made her realise just how much she loved Naomi's thighs as something over than a function of the body.

'You worked out?' she asked, frowning. 'Without me and Katie?'

'Course we did love, didn't think we'd just cancel, did you?'

'I, I suppose not.'

'She's a fantastic girl,' Rob grinned. 'Can totally see why you like her.'

'Rob!' Jenna called, moving across the kitchen with rage in her eyes. 'You spent time with, that girl, alone?'

'Sure I did.'

'But she, she's,' Jenna began.

'She's a great kid Jenna,' Rob interrupted. 'You should give her a chance. Once you get past the gay thing, I mean, Emily being gay and Naomi being, what is she Emily? Well, whatever she is, once you get past it, she's a good girl is our Naomi. Invited her up to my parents next time we go, can you believe she's never been to Liverpool?!'

'The gay thing?' Emily muttered, raising her eyebrow.

'Anyway, I'd best go shower before dinner. Give us a call when it's ready would you Jenna love?!'

Shock. Emily was in shock. She hadn't even had time to ask questions, or respond to anything her dad had said. There was no need. He'd said all that he'd needed to say and seemed happy with that. But it made Emily feel a little uncomfortable. It was obvious he'd had a good time, but without hearing Naomi's side of the story she found herself a little dubious.

'I'm going upstairs,' Emily called out to her mum, who looked just as shocked, just as quizzical as she was left alone, having been told things that usually made her blood physically boil. Emily thanked her dad silently for telling then leaving, wondered if that could be the only way to have the last word with her mother.

*

The second Naomi's phone started to ring, she picked it up. Pressing it to her ear as she whispered a special message for the girl on the other end.

'I fucking miss you,'

'That's it?' Emily asked, expecting more than Naomi gave.

'Is my missing you not enough?' Naomi questioned, a smile still spread across her lips.

'Course it is, but I'm talking about this evening, with my dad. He's singing your praises like you're bloody God or something.'

'Did you forget that I'm all seeing and all knowing?' Naomi asked, her mind wandering back to their first night together.

'Naomes!' Emily called out, frustrated. Normally she wouldn't get so worked up, but it wasn't normal. It was fucking strange and awkward and weird.

'Your dad is a nice bloke once you get past that macho-exterior.'

'Can you say that a little louder? I think my ears aren't working.'

'Ems, your dad is lovely. He doesn't understand homosexuality in the slightest, but he's great.'

Emily shook her head. 'I think I've walked into some parallel universe, because my dad isn't sounding very much like my dad and you, you're fucking insane.'

Naomi bit her lip, tucked it neatly under her tooth as she let Emily's words process between them.

'You're lucky Emily, I know your mum can be a bit shit about us. But your dad loves you, he wants you to be happy. He's here.'

Naomi's words made Emily sigh. She often got frustrated, annoyed at Robs gym-obsessed attitude. She never really thought about luck or the lack of. It suddenly occurred to her about Naomi's life, her lack of a father, a man to protect her like Rob protected Emily and Katie. Even if he did annoy them, he was still there.

'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be,' Naomi replied, hearing the sympathy in Emily's voice, wishing she'd taken a moment to think about what reaction she might get. 'It's not about that, not really. I'm happy how things are. But you shouldn't be so hard on your dad, he's not so bad.'

'I know,' Emily smiled. 'So, you beat him on the bikes?'

'He told you?' Naomi laughed. 'I expected he'd want to keep that to himself. I got twenty quid out of him.'

'You bet my dad you could beat him?'

'Yeah, so?'

'I hope you'll be spending that on someone special,' Emily hinted with a sly smile.

'Maybe,' Naomi replied. 'Or maybe I'll just buy that new album I've been waiting to come out.'

Neither of them spoke, just let the silence comfortably sit between them for a moment.

'I miss you too,' Emily sighed, the lack of physical contact suddenly becoming noticeable.

'I think I'm going to go to the gym again,' Naomi muttered.

'What? Why?' Emily asked, shocked by the turn of events.

'I need to show your dad that he can't beat me,' Naomi laughed. 'And to be honest, all the exercise has made me, well, sexually frustrated.'

'Aww baby!' Emily grinned, the absence feeling even harder. 'If I was there I would be kissing you so much.'

'Fuck, why can't you be here?' Naomi sighed.

'Or you here,' Emily responded.

'For fucks sake Emily, get a room!' Katie called out, holding the bedroom door open.

'I'm in a room, you cow!' Emily snapped.

'Not my room you fucking lesser.'

Emily raised an eyebrow as she muttered a hushed goodbye to Naomi. 'Thanks for nothing Katie.'

'Mum said dinners ready, so get downstairs, yeah?'

'I'll be there in a few minutes.'

'How about now?'

'Just cause you're fucking infected up to the eyeballs with Chlamydia doesn't mean you can be like this.'

'Would you keep your fucking voice down?!'

'Why? Scared dad will find out about Romping Roger?'

'He'll fire him Ems, he's got a fucking wife and kid to support.'

'You got Chlamydia from a married man? Christ Katie.'

'Don't start, you're beginning to sound like Naomi.'

'Can we just go get our dinner?' Emily asked, standing up and moving towards the door.

'Aww, do your miss your poor baby?' Katie called out, mocking her.

Emily bit her lip, couldn't avoid the hole in her heart which was always full when Naomi was in the room. She smacked Katie on the arm, hurrying downstairs even though she would have rather gone out the front door to Naomi's. The second she reached the kitchen a thick layer of tension filled the spaces between them and though neither of her parents said a word throughout, Emily knew that she was the reason for such tension.

It's not the best one I don't think, the end there...hmm...please review anyway, let me know if you liked it or if you thought it a pile of rubbish. :-)