Title: Wanna Do It All With You
Author: Miss Peg
Rating: T
Characters: Emily/Naomi, Katie and anyone else who appears if and when required.
Disclaimer: Skins doesn't belong to me and as Jamie Brittain said on Twitter, it's not for sale. : (
Summary: When you're in love, even the bad things can bring you closer.
Notes: It has taken me a little while and for that I'm sorry. Thanks to everyone for your reviews and for reading. Question; what do you think of the fluffiness; do you prefer fluff or drama? Or a mix? I hope I've been giving you a happy mix.
Wanna Do It All With You
Chapter Seven: Kicking and Kissing
The sound of the bell ringing filled the corridor, pulling Emily and Naomi apart. The two girls continued to stand with their hands round each other as Naomi stole a couple of quick kisses.
"Lunchtime, do you want to get some lunch?" Naomi asked into a kiss.
Emily pulled back slowly, drawing the kiss out as much as possible, "I can't, sorry, I have to meet my mentee."
"Since when did you have a mentee?"
"I told you I signed up to do the training, didn't I?"
There was a moment where Emily worried that she hadn't told Naomi about her plans. She wasn't even sure why she wanted to do it, had just said yes when asked on the first day of the year. Naomi's hands moved from her sides and the blonde took a tentative step back, her eyes narrowing with caution.
"Yeah but nothing seemed to happen after that."
Emily raised an eyebrow, "I did the training last week."
"Oh right." Naomi smiled, allowing Emily to close the gap again. "So who is your mentee?"
"I can't say, confidentiality and stuff," Emily grinned into another quick kiss.
"That's not fair," Naomi pouted.
"Would you want your mentor's girlfriend knowing about your life?"
"I guess not. But if my mentor was as hot as you, I'd certainly want my mentor to not have a girlfriend."
Naomi attempted to push gentle kisses along Emily's cheek and neck as the corridor filled with students going to get their lunch, in the end Emily pulled away looking serious.
"Guess I should probably chuck you then."
Emily's lips curled at the edges making Naomi roll her eyes, "That's not fair."
A small laugh escaped Emily's lips and she pulled Naomi in again for a number of kisses until she pulled away slowly, making the most of the final touch.
"I should go, Doug wanted us to spend lunch getting to know each other."
Naomi pulled her back in for another kiss, "Good luck," she called out, completing it with a final quick kiss. "If she's hot and single then don't forget to tell her about me."
The moment Naomi's fingers let go of Emily's she could feel her heart beating faster. Sometimes her love for Naomi surprised her, crept up on her and shocked her just how hard it was to be away from her girlfriend. As Naomi disappeared around a corner she found it much easier. It puzzled her how easy it was to be away from Naomi when Naomi wasn't in sight, yet the moment she could see her, she wanted, needed to be with her.
*
Emily was nervous. She didn't mind meeting new people, always quite liked to get to know someone better, but she'd never been a role model for someone. The library door was closed when she arrived. She was about to open it when Doug appeared with a dark haired girl. Emily was suddenly very aware of her legs shaking and the brightness of her hair which she was sure would probably frighten the timid looking girl. Doug introduced the two of them and they were quickly left alone.
"Annie, right?" Emily checked as they sat down in a quiet corner of the library.
The girl nodded, not vocalising her response in any way, as she picked at her nails. Emily took the moment to look the girl up and down, knew it would probably appear rude if Annie had been paying her any attention. She wasn't the thinnest girl in the college which made Emily respect her instantly. The very dark, almost black hair gave the pale girl a gothic look and her dark clothes added to the suggestion that she was in fact classed as a Goth.
"I like your skirt," Emily smiled, attempting to break the ice with a compliment. "In fact your whole style is, interesting."
Annie nodded, "Some people find it too much."
"I don't, it really suits you," Emily informed her. "There's nothing wrong with dressing a little differently."
Annie's lips curled into a smile and Emily could feel her nerves slipping away. The girl's dress sense intrigued Emily, reminded her of Naomi slightly with the unusual style that seemed to say 'fuck you' to the world.
"Doug says that you started a little late because you changed colleges."
"That's right," Annie answered. "My parents wanted to move over the summer but we didn't sell in time."
It wasn't the easiest conversation to have, though Emily found herself managing to maintain it well. Annie answered her questions but never asked any herself. It didn't bother Emily, she knew the sessions were about Annie and not her, but she couldn't help wonder why the girl needed a mentor. She didn't have any problems with the college or her work and even though she didn't have any friends yet, Annie didn't seem at all bothered by that.
"What lessons do you have this afternoon?" Emily asked as they packed up their things.
"French and then Politics."
"Oh Politics," Emily grinned. "My girlfriend does that so if you ever need any help I'm sure she'd be happy to help you."
She was so used to saying girlfriend, calling Naomi her girlfriend that it didn't bother her anymore and almost always came as a surprise when it shocked someone else.
"You have a, err, girlfriend?" Annie asked. "I didn't realise you were gay."
Emily just nodded, waiting for Annie to say anything more. She didn't. Nor did she seem at all bothered by it. In the end they swapped numbers and parted ways at the library door. It was difficult to know whether it went well or not, but Emily felt okay. The only thing she wasn't looking forward to was an afternoon without Naomi.
*
The door opened and Jenna Fitch appeared on the other side. Naomi felt the tears building in her eyes threatening to fall as she came face to face with the woman that didn't seem to like her. She wasn't in the mood for a showdown, actually couldn't stand the idea of having to stand up to this woman when all she wanted was to fall into Emily's arms and cry.
"What are you doing here?" she asked with a harsh tone.
"Emily, I came to see," Naomi trailed off, feeling suddenly weakened by Jenna's glare.
"She's at college, where you should be."
"Oh."
Finishing an hour earlier than Emily she'd actually forgotten it wasn't the end of the college day yet. She stood on the doorstep feeling the tears slide from her eyes and down her cheeks.
"I guess she won't be long," Jenna muttered, noticing how upset Naomi had become. "I suppose it would be okay if you came in and waited."
She'd never really been in the Fitch house alone before, without Emily. The last time Emily was asleep upstairs so it didn't really count. Naomi followed Emily's mother through to the lounge and graciously accepted the offer of a drink.
"Mum, did you wash my green skirt?" Emily's voice eventually filled the house making Naomi jump to her feet. Brown eyes peered around the door, had to do a double take to actually realise that Naomi was there.
Somehow just seeing Emily there, knowing she was stood so close made Naomi stand up and rush to her side. Emily looked confused, yet the moment she saw how visibly upset Naomi was, she slipped her arms around her waist and held her tightly.
"Yes Emily, I've got it here," Jenna's voice returned and the woman came into the room to catch the embrace between her daughter and daughter's girlfriend. "Oh."
It was a relief for Emily when Jenna just turned around with a sympathetic smile and left the two of them alone. Emily guided Naomi back to the sofa where she sat down opposite, their fingers still connected between them. Emily reached up and wiped the tears from Naomi's cheeks.
"What's happened?"
Naomi shook, "It just, it all just hit me at once and then you weren't here and."
Naomi's voice trailed off into another bout of tears to which Emily wrapped herself around her again.
Naomi spoke through small sobs that slowed as she talked, "I always had this thing in my head that maybe one day I'd find my dad and meet him and he'd want to be in my life. But now that's never going to happen and I wasn't expecting that, I just wasn't expecting it to be this way."
"That must be difficult," Emily soothed, rubbing Naomi's back with her hand. "I wish I could understand how difficult it is for you."
"It just hit me and it was like I exploded inside."
They stayed silent for a while, just together; Emily's hands rubbing her back and Naomi's tears growing and drying gradually until they finally stopped.
Emily pushed a few stray hairs behind Naomi's ear, "Did something happen or did it just hit you?"
"My grandma called," Naomi sighed. "I, she wants to meet me and, well, it should have been him."
"I don't know what to say," Emily whispered as she pulled Naomi back into her arms. "Just that if your grandma wants to meet you that even though it's not what you were expecting, it is better than nothing and she can tell you all about him."
"I guess," Naomi whispered.
*
Nobody expected Naomi to still be there at dinner time. Especially not Jenna. She begrudgingly accepted Emily's decision to offer Naomi a meal and made sure there was enough to go around. It didn't mean she was happy about it, but she did it anyway.
"It's nice to see you again Naomi, how is your wrist after the incident at the fire?" Rob asked, creating a conversation out of nowhere to fill the eerie silence at the table.
"It's fine thank you Mr Fitch," Naomi assured him. "It was just bruised."
"It's a pity the same can't be said about James, he'll be doing reps on the naughty bar for a month when his injuries are healed, isn't that right boy?"
The youngest Fitch glared at his dad, muttering an agreement that didn't really represent how he was obviously feeling. Naomi felt Emily's fingers squeeze hers gently from under the table and she offered her a tiny smile in response. It was all rather strange to be sat amongst the Fitch's when half of them didn't even like her and the other half, well, there was a reason if Emily was leering at her. The same could not be said for James.
"Pick your mouth up off your plate you little shit," Emily muttered to her brother when her father was out of the room, a swift kick to his shin sent the teenage boy's eyes in the other direction.
"Thanks," Naomi whispered, pressing her lips against Emily's.
Someone cleared their throat, pulling Naomi away from Emily as the two of them looked up to find Jenna and Rob carrying the food. Naomi noticed Katie rolling her eyes as Jenna struggled to put the plates onto the table. She didn't look clumsy. It occurred to Naomi that maybe the public display of affection was a little bit too much, too soon for the elder Fitch.
"Enough of that girls," Rob warned with a smile on his face. Naomi could feel her cheeks blush.
The meal was awkward. If it wasn't Jenna giving the two of them the evil eye, it was James staring at Naomi until his eyes were popping out of his head. Emily didn't really expect anything more. Yet she still enjoyed having her girlfriend and her family under the same roof attempting to enjoy each other's company. It was a stepping stone, an important one, Emily thought.
"What have you been doing today Katiekins?" Rob asked, pulling Katie from an unusual reverie.
"Nothing," Katie muttered, shrugging her shoulders as she shovelled food into her mouth.
"You seem a bit quiet love, are you getting sick?" Jenna asked, her tone becoming considerably more motherly.
"I'm fine," Katie snapped.
The moment the meal was over Jenna Fitch jumped out of her seat to clear the dishes. It was laughable the way she rushed around as though desperate to remove herself from the room. What surprised Emily was when Naomi stood up too and began to pile a number of dishes up.
"Let me help," Naomi offered.
Jenna turned to Naomi, looking her up and down with judgement, "No thank you, I can manage."
"Then let me do it," Naomi tried, staring at Jenna until she gave in and sat down.
"Fine," she whispered. "James will help you, it is his turn to stack the dishwasher."
"Aww, but mum, at Gordon McPherson's house he never has to do chores because his dad says that it's a woman's place because they're bitch's and that's what bitch means."
A quick kick in the shin from Emily and Katie, an intense glare from Jenna and a raised eyebrow from Naomi made the young Fitch stand up in a huff and carry a pile of dishes back through to the kitchen.
"He's a handful, isn't he?!" Naomi joked.
"He is a good boy," Jenna snapped.
Naomi bit her lip nervously as she walked towards the door, "Yeah, he is."
Katie made her excuses, disappearing out of the room before anyone could ask her anymore questions. Emily shifted in her seat whilst her parents discussed James's doctor's appointment later in the week, when they were done Emily cleared her throat.
"I was just wondering," she whispered, her voice painfully quiet.
"Speak up," Rob demanded.
"I was wondering if maybe Naomi could, err, maybe, stay over?"
It was like watching the end of the world about to happen. Jenna's eyes grew so wide that Emily wondered if she was going to be permanently stuck that way. Rob on the other hand just grew dangerously red.
"She won't sleep in my bed, if you're worried about that," Emily added, feeling her cheeks flush at the thought of the last time Naomi stayed over.
Rob seemed to maintain his calm and slowly returned to his normal colour, "I suppose if she sleeps on the floor, or better still the sofa."
"Robert!" Jenna snapped, glaring at her husband with dismay.
Emily bit her lip and watched her parents exchange a brief conversation in hushed voices. She distinctly heard 'Naomi', 'somewhere else' and 'keep an eye' to which Emily assumed they were talking about the possibility of something more than sleep happening.
"She's had a bay day," Emily muttered. "I don't think she wants to be alone."
"Alone?" Jenna asked, her eyes still very wide.
Emily bit her lip, "I don't mean like that. Besides, if you don't let her stay here then I'll probably go to hers."
It had to be the money shot, the thing to make her mother step down. Rob and Jenna exchanged more discussion about 'don't want her in that girl's house' and 'they'll get up to no good'. Emily could sense her success as her father turned to her with a smile.
"Naomi may stay over on the sofa, you can stay downstairs with her until she's asleep. But then you must sleep in your own bed. Do you understand?"
Emily couldn't contain her happiness, "Yes!" she squealed, jumping to her feet and hugging both of her parents.
"We're trusting you Ems," Rob informed her.
"I won't let you down," Emily smiled, kissing her mother's cheek. "Thanks dad, thanks mum."
