A/N: And now, the aftermath of the family dinner.

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Active imagination, yada yada yada. Any and all typos may or may not be mine. Haven't decided.

(Naomi POV)

I follow Emily inside and she takes her shoes off. I do the same, slipping my sneakers off.

I watch her as she goes into the kitchen and gets the vodka out of the freezer, grabs a couple of glasses, and comes into the lounge, setting it all on the coffee table.

I sit down on the sofa. "Em… sit down, babe."

She sits next to me and I open the vodka and pour a couple of shots. I slide one over to her, which she drinks, and I drink the other.

"I couldn't stand it…I just…" Emily says, as I pour another couple of shots. She drinks one and smiles, starting to laugh. "The look on her face when I told her that her soup sucks." she shakes her head. "I told dad I wasn't going for a while. Think it's better that way."

Emily sighs and lays back against the cushions. "I've known I was gay since I was fourteen, Naomi. I came out to my family at seventeen, I'm nearly twenty one and my mother still thinks its a phase that I'll get over. She says I'm too young to know. That was when I said I still didn't fancy cock. Then I told her that I'd much rather spend time with someone who accepts me and doesn't have their head up their arse in denial."

"And… what did she say to that?"

"I didn't really give her a chance to say anything. I basically told her what I told you this morning, that I only go for dad and James. And I also said her not accepting me for who I am is fucking ridiculous."

I finish my shot and pour us both another. "And then?" I ask, necking the vodka, which was thawing slightly, so it burned on its way down.

Emily shrugged. "She said it was time I left, I agreed, dad drove me home. Katie offered to drive me back, but she would have ranted at me all the way back, and that would have ended badly." she continues, pausing to drink another shot, "I wanted to actually get home to you, and not end up… well. Never mind."

"Hey…" I say quietly, pulling Emily into my arms, "It's ok, you're here now."

She lays her head on my shoulder and cuddles into me. "Thanks for being here, it really means a lot to me, Naomi."

"No need to thank me, babe. I wanted to be here too."

She closes her eyes and sits quietly for a few moments, just breathing. "Stay with me tonight?" she asks, quietly.

I nod. "I wouldn't leave you alone after all that. I'd feel better if I was here with you."

"Thank you." she says, kissing me softly.

"You know what you need?" I ask.

"What?"

"A nice hot shower and a lie down."

Emily smiles. "Sounds like a good idea. Although the vodka has calmed my nerves somewhat."

"I can tell. Why don't you go do that, and I'll meet you in bed."

Emily nods and gets up, going into the bathroom. While I wait, I go into her room and take my jeans and socks off, and get into bed, slipping under the duvet. I knew, that even though she wasn't there long, dinner had upset Emily. I couldn't believe the attitude of her mother. But then, I guess I was so used to people being accepting, like my own mother, and not as homophobic as Emily's. Her dad seemed like a nice bloke, though, and didn't give me daggers or anything when he met me, so I guess the only one who wasn't cool with it was Jenna Fitch.

"Thinking again, Campbell?" Emily asks, standing in the
doorway, in a bathrobe.

I look up and smile. "Feeling better?"

She nods, and moves to her side of the bed. She takes off the bathrobe and gets in beside me. Her arms wrap around me, and I feel calmness settle over me, as she softly kisses my shoulder. "It's so good being with you," she says, quietly. "Like I'm safe, and I don't have to worry… it's like all my fear disappears when I'm with you."

"Makes perfect sense." I say, gently stroking her arm. "I feel the same way."

Emily's phone rings through the flat, and Emily groans. "You want me to grab it for you?"

"Ugh, no… it'll be Katie and I don't want to talk to her right now." Emily grumbles. "She earbashed me enough on the way there."

"About what?"

"You, for starters. Wanted to know how our date went last night."

"It wasn't a date, though… was it?"

"I didn't really intend it as such when I asked you, no. But Katie just… well, she's always misreading things. And then she was giving me the third degree about Jenna, and just making her usual sniping comments. Oh, and if you hurt me, she'll kick your arse."

I laugh. "She said that?"

"Well… she actually said that last night, but I forgot to tell you."

"Oh."

"What else did you get up to tonight?"

"Not much. Tried to study for a bit, but gave up after a while. I was… worried about you, actually "

"Why?"

"Im not sure why. Maybe it's because I knew you were in a difficult situation. I just... didn't feel right."

"Aw, babe."

"I knew it would upset you somehow, and I think I felt a little upset myself because of it." I say, tucking a strand of hair behind Emily's ear.

Emily sighs. "Jenna Fitch, upsetting those she hasn't even met."

I turn to her and take her hand in mine. "Emily, I was worried about you. I could care less about your mum. Not meaning to be rude, but I'd like to give her a piece of my mind, because to me, she's a fucking bitch for treating you like that."

"It wouldn't work."

"I know that, I can see that from what's happened tonight. But I take it sort of personally when someone I love gets treated like shit, simply because of who they want to be with."

"Someone you what?" Emily asks.

Oh shit.

"Someone I… uh… love. I said that, didn't I?" I say, quietly. "Wow."

"Naomi?"

"Yeah?"

She kisses me tenderly. "I love you." she whispers. "I think I fell for you the minute I saw you. And I don't care how many people think its crazy, because I don't think it is. So long as you're with me… I'll be ok."

I turn to face her and pull her close to me, kissing her slowly. "I love you, too."

And for the first time in my life, I meant it.

(Emily POV)

I don't want to leave my room, for the foreseeable future. It's a nice bubble of warmth and comfort. And love. Because Naomi loves me, and I love her.

But unfortunately, it's Monday, and I have a class this afternoon. And I'm hungry, after not eating anything last night after the disaster that was dinner. But for the moment, I'm watching Naomi sleep. She looks peaceful while she sleeps, as I suppose most of us do. As I'm watching her, I notice her breathing change as she starts to wake up. She stretches and opens her eyes slowly.

"Morning, gorgeous." I smile, leaning over to kiss her softly.

"Morning." she smiles back at me. "How did you sleep?" she asks, yawning.

"Well, thanks to you." I reply, sliding my arm across her stomach and cuddling up to her.

"Mmm. Good, I'm glad."

"I don't I know about you, but I could do with some breakfast. I meant to get something last night, but… you know."

"Yeah. You should have said, I would have brought you something, or made you something."

"It's ok, I wasn't really thinking last night."

"I know."

"Come on, then, sleepyhead, I'll make us some coffee." I smile, kissing her shoulder, and then getting out of bed, pulling on my bathrobe.

I'm in the kitchen, doing the usual coffee making things, when I feel Naomi's arms slide around my waist, hugging me close to her. She softly kisses the side of my neck.

"Hello again." she says, as she hugs me.

"Hey. Have I told you how much I love your arms being around me?" I reply, looking up at her.

"No, but I know it's a mutual feeling." she says.

"Hmm." I smile. "Any idea what you want for breakfast? I think there's an egg or two in the fridge... I was actually meant to go to the supermarket on… shit, Saturday, but never got around to it." I laugh.

Naomi giggles. "Oops… sorry, guess that's my fault."

"Not really. I just didn't remember." I say, opening the fridge. "Oh, there's bread as well. Eggs on toast?"

"Sounds good." Naomi answers. "How about I take care of the coffee?" she says, flicking the kettle on.

"Sure. Oh… no milk!" I remember that Naomi had thrown out the last carton of milk, and it apparently had colonies growing in it.

"It's ok, I take it either way."

"Oh, really?" I giggle. "You do realise how dirty that sounds?"

"Only to those with a dirty mind," she says, "which clearly, you have, babe." she smirks.

"Ha… only when I am around you, cheeky." I reply, gently nudging her. She pulls me close and gently presses her lips against mine, in a slow kiss. Her tongue flicks across my bottom lip and I allow her in, moaning softly as I let her deepen it. Our lips move together in sync until the kettle flicks itself off and we break apart. Naomi kisses my forehead and sets about with mugs and coffee.

A short while later, we are sitting across from each other, tucking into eggs on toast.

"You have uni today, right?" Naomi asks.

I nod. "Yeah, but not until three. So I'm all yours until then."

Naomi smiles, and puts down her fork. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"You meant what you said last night, didn't you?" she asks, with a hint of timid curiosity in her voice.

I put my fork down, and look into her eyes, reaching across the table and linking my fingers with hers. "Yes. I meant every word. I know we're a little… cautious, but I feel it, I've thought of nothing much but you since we met."

Naomi nods, gently biting her bottom lip. "Ok. I'm just… nervous I guess. This has all thrown me a bit. I can count the number of relationships I've had on one hand, and this is nothing like any of them. I've never felt this kind of connection before."

"It's ok," I explain. "I'm nervous too. But I know so far that we communicate quite well… and I feel so complete when I'm with you, like everything else sort of slips away, and I feel so good it's like I could explode with happiness. If its not just infatuation, I'm not sure what it is."

Naomi nods in agreement, as she finishes her last corner of toast.

"Did you?" I ask. "Mean it, I mean."

My gaze meets with hers, and eyes are such a clear crystal blue. "Emily, I've never meant anything more. I love you." she says, seriously, kissing my hand.

"I… think this just became the best breakfast ever." I said, shakily. Naomi smiles and squeezes my hand gently.

"So... Are you busy tonight?" She asked.

"No, I don't think so... You?"

She shook her head. "Probably study."

"I don't finish until five... If nothing comes up, can I give you a call?"

Naomi nodded. "Yes, I'd like that very much." She said, quietly. I finished my toast and noticed she seemed to be deep in thought again.

"Alright?" I asked.

She sighed and nodded again. "I'll just...miss you, that's all."

"Aww." I replied. "I'll miss you too. You know you can text me, though. And I can call you on my break!"

"I know."

I stood up and went to sit in Naomi's lap, linking my fingers behind her neck and kissing her softly. "I don't like the idea much either, you know." I whispered, leaning my head against hers. Her response was to brush her lips against mine, barely kissing them. The action was so gentle it made me shiver. I trailed my fingers down her spine as I deepened the kiss, and reached around until I found her fingers, entwining them with mine. "You're coming with me..." I said, as I got up off her lap.

"Where are we going?" She asked me, staring up at me with bright, blue eyes.

I pulled her up off the chair, and smirked, raising my eyebrow and turning in the direction of the bathroom. "Trust me." I husked, as I led her inside and slammed the door behind us.

A/N#2: It gets a little...rocky after this, but it's only temporary, I promise.

It will be up ASAP.

Until then...

~GN~ xo