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: I've got a plan to get this written more and quicker, so I hope I'll be updating again before the end of the week. Got about 5 more chapters to go. :) If you can't wait for more why not read my new fic Home? Posted chapter 1 the other day and chapter 2 isn't far behind.

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Blind Sighted - Chapter Ten

In the hours since Katie left the flat Emily had continued to mope, she had got angry and thrown the sofa cushions around; she had accidentally knocked over a picture frame causing the piece of glass to smash against the wooden floor. She had promptly found some shoes and cleaned it up, which made her sweep the whole floor, then she had taken out the floor cleaner and given it a once over. Then the sofa needed reorganising. When she went to change DVDs she realised how dusty the television was so she got out a duster and began wiping it down, before doing the same with the mantelpiece above the fireplace. When the front door of the apartment opened she was mid-organising a pile of old magazines.

'Good, you're still here,' said Katie by way of greeting. Emily nodded her head and threw a magazine into a messy pile across the floor.

'Do you want this?' said Emily holding up a limited edition copy of Grazia.

'Yeah, why?' Katie reached for the magazine and clutched it in her arms like a teddy bear.

'We have too much clutter; I'm clearing out all this shit.'

'My magazines aren't shit,' Katie said, frowning as she filed through the throwing away pile. 'You can't get rid of this one it's where Ashton Kutcher strips down to his boxers. It's well lush.'

'Whatever,' said Emily, replacing the Ashton Kutcher magazine with one of their many TV guides.

'Why are you cleaning?'

'I broke that picture frame.' Emily waved her hand at the table by the sofa before tipping the magazine rack upside down. 'I'll have to sweep the floor again.'

'Again? When do you ever sweep it anyway?'

'It's disgusting Katie, how we live in this shit tip I don't know, but I'm sick of it.'

'Don't throw that one,' said Katie, her voice strained.

'It's last month's copy of Heat, Katie. Every single story in here is made up rubbish that's now been replaced by some other made up rubbish.'

'But Tony gave it to me.'

'Don't go all fucking romantic on me.' Emily rolled her eyes and started to bag up the throw away magazines.

'Just leave it, yeah? I might want some of them.'

'Even the TV guides?'

'Maybe.'

'You're such a hoarder Katie. I'll be happy when you finally fucking move out.'

'That's not going to happen for a very long time.'

'Don't be stupid Katie; you're getting married in a few weeks.'

'No,' she said, wiping her cheeks. 'I'm not.'

'What?' Emily finally turned her attention to Katie, noticing for the first time since she returned the tired, devastated look in her eyes. 'What happened?'

'He's probably still in bed with her right now.'

'What a cunt. I always knew he'd do something like this.'

'Emsy, don't. I don't need your fucking judgemental I told you so.'

'We're better off without them Katie, boys and girls are fucking useless. They're only going to break our hearts. We're better off just you and me.'

'Actually,' said Katie, turning to the front door which still stood open. Slowly Naomi's head appeared from the corridor, her tooth hooked around her bottom lip as she walked slowly into the flat.

'What's she doing here?' Emily asked Katie, blanking Naomi completely.

'Talk to her, she might surprise you,' said Katie. 'I've got a date with Ben, Jerry and Matthew in my bedroom.'

'But Katie,' said Emily, her brow furrowed. She was worried about her, if only she'd known she wouldn't have started de-cluttering Katie's magazine collection. The one thing she cherished more than anything that didn't involve family or friends, or Tony. She abandoned the piles of magazines on the floor and stood up.

'I'll come and see you later.'

'Whenever you can,' Katie smiled and disappeared into the kitchen.

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Naomi hovered in the doorway until Katie had returned from the kitchen and closed her bedroom door. She smiled her weakest smile at Emily, trying to find the words she needed to speak. She should be the one to break the ice, after all, she'd come to Emily's home to do just that. Though no matter how many times she cleared her throat, the words wouldn't come.

'Well?' asked Emily, sitting down on the sofa and staring at her. She moved across the room and hesitated by the sofa, should she sit down? Should she stay stood in front of her?

'Can I…?' Emily nodded and she perched on the arm of the sofa. Yet still the words wouldn't come.

'Look I don't have all day,' said Emily, rolling her eyes. Emily's frustration was attractive. Naomi smirked. 'Why are you looking at me like that?'

'Did anyone ever tell you that you look cute when you're angry?'

'No.'

'Well you do.'

'Thanks, I guess.'

A silence fell over them and they sat beside each other. Naomi stole as many glances as she could but didn't want to come across as rude, or weird. She'd never really done this before. Sure she could pull someone if she wanted but they were usually both drunk and it would be easy; a quick fumble in the toilets before going home. She pushed Emily's brother out of her mind. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about him. It was a stupid mistake that didn't need to be an issue. She hadn't ever told someone that she cared about them before; she'd never even really managed to date.

'I've never,' she said, trailing off.

'I could have guessed that,' said Emily.

'No, I mean, not even with a man.'

'Oh.'

'I think this is why.'

'Why what?'

'Why I've never really liked anyone enough to go out with them. It's hard to understand.'

Emily shook her head. 'Naomi, I'm not in this to be someone's experiment. I've had enough of that; I'm over helping people discover who they are.'

'I didn't mean it like that.' Naomi groaned and picked at a bit of flint on her skirt.

'Nobody ever does. I can't help you find out who you are.'

'I know who I am,' she said, standing up. 'I'm just scared.'

'Sorry but I can't help.'

'I thought you liked me.'

No wonder she'd never put herself out there before, it hurt to be rejected. She considered how Emily felt when she kissed her and all Naomi could do was run. Probably the same as she was feeling now.

'I do,' said Emily.

'Then why are you acting like that kiss the other day meant nothing?'

'I.' Emily opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

'I don't care what judgements you make about me Emily. I'm sick of caring about what the world thinks. I want to try.'

'Trying isn't good enough.' Emily shook her head, her eyes rolling up into their sockets. 'I've been with girls like you before Naomi. They always go back to men because they can't hack it in this world.'

'What world?'

'Being gay, liking girls.'

'Isn't it all the same world?'

'I guess.'

'You're changing your mind.'

'It's a girls' prerogative.'

'Fine.'

Naomi bit her tongue to stop herself from saying something she would regret. She'd already spoken to Emily the wrong way before; it was a surprise she hadn't gone running long before. Naomi walked towards the door and tried to ignore the pain festering in her heart. Was this what heartbreak felt like?

'Naomi?' said Emily, her voice smaller than before.

'Yeah?' she asked, turning around eagerly. But Emily's furrowed eyebrows made her heart sink.

'I'm sorry.'

'It's okay.'

Was it? She maintained her composure despite the feelings battling inside. She wanted to slam Emily's front door shut, she wanted to break down sobbing on the floor, she wanted to pull her into her arms and tell her that she wanted her to love her.

'Actually it's not okay,' she said, turning back to Emily and walking across the room. Emily stood up, frowning.

'It isn't?'

'No.'

Her heart fluttered so fast that Naomi thought she might have a heart attack there and then. She rested a hand gently along Emily's cheek, reaching up into her hair. Her other hand fixed firmly to her hip as she pushed her lips against Emily's in the briefest of kisses.

'It's really not fucking okay Emily,' she said, staring into her brown eyes for the first time. 'It was so fucking hard coming here and doing this, but I've wanted to kiss you again ever since you kissed me.'

'Oh.'

'I don't really know what it's like living in your little gay world and Christ, you might not want me to try, but it's all I can do and if you want to try make this work then I'm going to try so fucking hard to make you happy that…'

Emily smirked and stopped Naomi talking with a kiss. She smiled into it and allowed her lips to work alongside Emily's in beautiful harmony. She fought back the urge to run and deepened the kiss. She didn't ever want this moment to end. The sofa cushions interrupted her for a moment, she pulled away from Emily's lips but as they tumbled against the sofa it didn't matter because Emily's lips were already back where they belonged.

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