I do not own Skins, or anything pertaining to the show. This fanfic is purely for fun and not for profit!
First, I'd like to thank you for the lovely reviews, just like I always do. I'm going to do a mass reply to reviews instead of picking everyone out, because... well... I fucking have the flu and so I'm grumpy... so there!
Okay... where to start...
Glad I'm feeding your Kaomi addiction, since I'm out of work for the next 5 days, I'm hoping to get another chapter up in that time... hopefully that's soon enough!
Ah, separate rooms... we shall see how long that lasts... maybe even find out a bit in this chapter! :)
Yeah, I do think that Naoms was being a bit presumptuous about moving in with Katie, but did you SEE (read) Katie's reaction? She was excited as all fuck! We'll see what happens when the rest of the Fitch family finds out soon... but it's at least a few chapters away (or such is the plan right now!)
I can't really tell you who will crack first... or if either of them will crack at all. This confusing whirlwind of a 'relationship' is actually entertaining me to write. Not that it won't eventually come to a head, but... well... you'll have to stay addicted and read on, babes!
I think that sums up replies for all of them.
This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine... hopefully there aren't too many though!
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I check the clock, 9.11, and I decide I better get up if I'm going to pick up Katie on time. My azure blues look around the room, looking at the six rather large boxes I packed last night. I have to admit I'm proud of myself for getting anything done in the first place. DVD's and music have been dusted and packed, along with my small collection of books. I cleaned out most of my drawers, at least the ones with clothes in them (which include my bras, socks, and knickers). My wardrobe (mostly) still hangs in my closet. I decided last night that I wasn't going to bring a lot of little trinkets and things, although I did pack my (vast) shot glass collection. I don't think Katie is even aware of it, it's not like they were all on display or anything. Most of them resided in a drawer while there were a few peppered around my room. Well, all of them are coming with me. I always try to get one, no matter where I go, and when others travel, they know to bring me back one as a souvenir.
As I get up from the bed in just my knickers, stretching to get my muscles and bones warm and moving, hearing a few pops and cracks in the process. I open the box holding my underclothing, realizing I didn't have any to wear for today. Of course the lingerie that Katie gave me was sat on top. I can't help but bite my lip, seriously considering wearing the red silky set. Before I can really think otherwise, my hand reaches in and pulls out the red g-string and push up set. A sigh slips through my lips and I make my way to the shower and get inside.
I know I don't have a lot of time to relax in the shower, but I make sure I'm properly shaved and clean every single inch of my skin, and run my hands over my body. My lips start to curl at the very tips, my wet peroxide head shaking from side to side. I'm being pathetic, I know. It shouldn't be a priority to make sure I'm all set for anything when I know that nothing will happen.
I can't help but check out the way the lingerie is painted to my body in the mirror. My body turns around a couple times and I nod in satisfaction, wondering how exactly the Fitch twin knew my size and everything. Was she just that good, or had she been checking me out long enough to be able to guess my size? "Get real…" I say to the mirror as I turn to walk back to my bedroom.
9.53. I don't know where all the time went, but I'm now rushing to find a suitable outfit to pick up Katie in. I've tried on at least 4 different outfits, but none seem to show myself off in a way that I think Katie would appreciate, even if it isn't in the way I hope it would be. I settle on a short charcoal skirt that comes about to mid-thigh and a semi-see-through black top. The bright red of the silky bra underneath could be seen, both through the actual fabric and also poking between the deep v-neck. "Shit…" I curse. Of course I don't really have any shoes to go with this, except for some black pumps, which I'll have to take off to drive. I grab up the heels and run downstairs, kissing my mum on the cheek, grabbing my purse and keys, and heading out the door. Before I get to the car, I realize I forgot to put perfume on. My legs take me back inside, up the stairs to my bedroom where I shower myself with a few pumps and head back out. I glance at the clock by the door, 10.02, and rush to the car.
It usually takes me around fifteen to twenty minutes to get to the station, but I made it there in ten. I park the car and make my way (after slipping the heels on) to where I could see Katie get off the train. It pulls up and I wait someone impatiently, to get a glimpse of the older Fitch twin. My heart is pounding in my chest as I wait and soon I can see a short burgundy haired girl stepping onto the landing.
I'm sure the smile on my face looks rather comical, like those ones in the cartoons that start and end way outside of the character's actual face. Somehow I manage to not run to her, and instead I walk, my hips moving slightly from side to side with each click of my heels. I'm halfway there before she catches sight of me, and I watch as she does a double take. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was perving on me, but I know her, she's looking at my outfit, appreciating it, just like I knew she would.
"Naoms… babes… you look fucking fantastic!" she exclaims as she wraps her arms around my neck, placing a kiss on my cheek. I hug her and do the same, and as I brush my lips along her cheek, I catch the sweet scent of her perfume. It reminds me of the night she kicked out wanker boy and told me she'd have to use me instead of him. I quickly pull myself back only to find her gaze lasered in on my cleavage.
"See something you like?" I jest, and her chocolate brown orbs flit up to my eyes. She's smiling, but there's a hint of something else that I can't quite read.
"I'm really starting to rub off on you…" She says as she hands me her bag and starts to walk off, "… I'm almost ready to say, 'fuck the packing, let's go to a club'!" she chuckles. I laugh with her, though I have to admit that I'd much rather get trashed and dance with Katie than pack to move. Then again, once I live there we can do that as often as we deem necessary.
We get back to mine and she gives Gina a long hug and kiss on the cheek. Of course my cow of a mother decides she wants to have a conversation with the Fitch, and offers her a cuppa. Katie graciously accepts and they take a seat at the table. I bring Katie's bag upstairs and start to clean up the outfits I considered unworthy. They get shoved into the closest box, along with a few other clothes and I'm just sealing it up when she walks in the door. I turn toward her and she closes the door behind her, surveying the scene that is my bedroom. Her eyes stop on me and I struggle to think of anything to say.
"You're wearing the bra I gave you," she states as she walks closer. I look down at my chest, though I'm not sure why, I know exactly what bra I've got on. I find myself on my feet and she stops right in front of me. I feel her hands on the outside of my thighs, pulling up my skirt. I should push it down, I should jump away and ask her what the fuck she's doing, but I don't. I stand there. "Tell me you're wearing the set," she explains, her voice a bit more husky than usual as she lifts up the sides and slips her thumbs into the thin red strip of material hugging my hips. Heat is radiating through my body, rippling through my veins at an uncomfortable speed.
"Yes," I respond, though now that she's seen and felt them, she didn't really need a reply.
She drops my skirt back down then and turns around to the already packed boxes. "So, what else do we need to pack?" I have to admit I'm thankful for the change of subject, but it doesn't do anything for the lava running rampant in my form. I can still feel her fingertips hooking into my knickers, and in my mind she pulls them down, in my mind she reaches between my thighs, in my mind…
Fuck!
"Just my clothes," I reply after way too long of a wait. "I got everything else done last night."
Her eyes look around the room at the items set about my room, and she moves over to my mirror, "You don't want to bring any of this?" She picks up a picture and shows it to me. It's when I was younger, with my mum at some faire she brought me too, a circus, now that I think about it. The reason I like the picture is if you look in the background, you can see the silhouette of the two girls on the doubles trapeze. I remember they were amazing, so sensual and strong. I really should have realized then that I fancied girls… I really did have a thing just watching them… who cares that I was only seven years old. "You love this picture," she says softly. My eyes turn up to look at her. How did she know I enjoyed that picture so much? It wasn't as if I ever said anything. She must have caught my questioning facial expression when she explains, "You look at it a lot."
"Oh." I didn't realize I looked at it all that often. I mean, it is sat by my mirror, so I probably look at it without even recognizing I'm doing so. "No, I've got what I need, except for my clothes."
Katie dutifully starts to remove the clothes from my closet, folding them all perfectly before making piles. I decide not to invade, sure that the Fitch twin has her own plan that I would only interfere with.
It takes only a few hours to get everything into boxes and pack it into my car.
"See, I told you I'm the best," she smiles at me and I can't help but put my arm around her shoulders in a sort of side hug. It was safer this way, then having her pressed against me, less area for my hands to wander along, less of a chance that I'd be caught.
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By the time we say goodbye to my mum, with promises of visiting at least once a month, and enjoy some biscuits and tea, the sun is starting to set. When we get to hers, well, ours we're both so exhausted that we decide to bring in the boxes but vow to unpack them the next day. It is actually Katie to mentions that we've done quite enough for one day and that we should celebrate with a bottle of wine and some leftover pasta.
One bottle soon turns to two, and after the second bottle it changes to Spiced Rum. I'm not sure when Katie started drinking rum, but her mix with orange juice, pineapple juice, and some amaretto (with a sprits of lemon) is absolutely delightful.
I know I'm well beyond being fuzzy, and I'm finding myself giggling on the leather sofa with Katie leaning into my side. I'm not sure what we're even laughing about anymore, but I think we're to the point where neither of us remembers and it's just more entertaining to laugh at the other's inability to stop laughing. It's a vicious cycle, really.
"I put clean sheets on your bed," Katie slurs, "not that the others were dirty, but they have been sitting there for like, ever, and I wanted you to have clean ones."
I don't know why this is both funny and painful at the same time. What did I expect? Obviously I couldn't have expected to sleep in her bed now that I actually had a room to call my own. "Thanks," I mutter out. I really should sound more grateful, but I just didn't want to spend the night in the room across from the hall, when I really wanted to be in Katie's bed, curled around her sleeping body. Safe to say my giggling fit stopped, and hers did soon after. "I should get to bed," I find myself saying as I stand up.
Her hand is grabbing mine before I even take one step toward my bedroom, "Why? It's still early!" Her lisp is cute normally, but when she's knocked back a few (or a lot!) it's even more pronounced.
"Have a lot to unpack tomorrow, and we both could use a good night's sleep," I say, my eyes staring down at her hand, and just as quickly as it appeared, it's gone. I feel the loss immediately, but I don't reach back, I can't.
Before I know it I'm curled up in my new bed, my eyes looking up blankly into the darkness. Katie's moving around outside my nearly closed door that's letting a sliver of light through against the far wall. I see her shadow move back and forth, blocking the light as she walks by. I try to sleep. With all the alcohol I consumed, I assumed it would be easy, but I can't help the nagging feeling that I'm in the wrong room, in the wrong bed. A curse slips from my lips and I shake my head to try to clear it. It doesn't work, not really, though I try to think of anything not Fitch related, and after quite a long while, after Katie's settled into her own bed with the lights off, I fall into an uncomfortable and unsatisfying slumber.
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The first thing I'm aware of when my brain starts to wake is the warm feeling behind me. I know I've not moved from the position I was laid in last night. My body turns around to see that Katie's pillow is next to me, but the girl is nowhere to be found. Well, I thought she was nowhere to be found. The door opens and a tip-toeing Katie Fitch makes her way into my room and I realize that the bed was warm behind me because she only recently vacated it. She kneels down and opens the first box silently, careful not to make noise that may wake me. I watch her as she starts to pick out the clothes and put them in the closet. I notice that she's putting them in some kind of order, though I can't really figure out what order that is right now.
It isn't until she's finished two boxes and she's leaning down to open the third that I realize the order. On the left side of the closet it's all tops and shirts, starting from red, then orange, green, blue, purple, followed by white, gray, and black (No, I don't own any yellow tops anymore, Katie told me they clash with my hair and that if I'm going to continue being a bottle blond, that I need to eradicate yellow from my wardrobe altogether, of course I listened). On the right side all my skirts, pants, shorts, and dresses have been put into similar order, though if I hadn't of seen the first side, I wouldn't recognize that it was rainbow coloured at all simply because I'm missing so many colours from it.
I watch as she hesitates, looking from the box labeled 'DVD's and Music' to the one labeled 'unmentionables'. The decision doesn't take her long before she's lifted the box full of my knickers, bras, socks, and other small clothing items, and kneels by the dresser. She pulls open the drawers and starts to take out each article, folding them, folding my knickers, before putting them softly down into their new home. She's being so gentle with them, as if they'd break. I can see the profile of her face, her lips curl up as she pulls out the garter set she got for me. Chocolate browns flick over to me and I'm too slow to even try to close my eyes. I've been caught. "How long have you been watching me?" her voice whispers gruffly.
Should I tease her? Should I be honest and just tell her? Shit. Now I know I'm taking way too long to respond, "Um, long enough to know that my wardrobe is rainbow coloured," I smile at her as I sit up, holding the duvet over me. It's then that I realize that I somehow got undressed last night, though I'm not sure how. I only have the g-string and the matching silk bra on. My body shutters at the thought of the burgundy haired girl curled up to my nearly naked ass. I wish I would have been awake for that.
"And you didn't think to help?" she quips back at me. I laugh and push the blanket off me and stand up. It's then that her eyes drag down my body, and I see her bite her bottom lip for a moment before she returns her attention to the garter in her hands, "When are you going to wear this for me?"
My eyebrows lift… 'for her'? "When do you want me to wear it?" I say, a dip evident in my voice.
She stands, tossing the full set of lingerie at me, "Tonight, we're going out, and I want you wearing that." Her arms cross in a way that tells me that it isn't up for discussion.
I smirk over to her and catch the underclothes, this is rather interesting. Since when did Katie demand that I wear certain items UNDER my clothes? Sure, she and her brilliant fashion sense have helped make previous outfits to become winners, but she's never really cared what was underneath. "So do I get to pick out what you wear then? No reservations?" I have to milk this for all its worth. If she's going to pick out what I wear, then I should get to return the favour. I watch as she shifts all her weight to one foot and she scoffs at me, which only makes my smirk grow larger.
"You are not picking out my outfit. I'm sorry. I know you've dramatically improved, but…"
"I wasn't talking about your outfit… I was talking about what you're wearing underneath," I interrupt her.
She thinks about it for a bit before she nods her head. "I suppose that's only fair," she concedes with a shrug of her shoulders. I honestly don't know how to reply, I didn't expect for her to agree, I expected her to tell me nevermind about her choosing mine. She turns around and bends forward, and I can't help but … is she … I walk over to her and pull up her large sleeping shirt to reveal a red, silk, g-string. She slaps at my arm, turning around with fury in her eyes, "What the actual fuck, you perv!"
I'm stuttering and mumbling, and of course nothing that comes out is making any sense until, "... matching?"
"Did you think that I'd only get that set for you? It's not like I expected for us to accidentally wear them on the same day… and furthermore to KNOW we're both wearing it," she storms out of the room and I'm left a bit flabbergasted. It's not like I expected that at all. Maybe it means nothing. She's right, it's not like we planned on wearing them together. It was just happenstance, totally random. It makes me wonder if she has a garter set similar to mine as well. I couldn't see her getting the sky blue and black like she got me, maybe black with red, or purple.
Great, now my mind is stuck on the luscious body of Katie Fucking Fitch covered with skimpy, sexy lingerie. It doesn't stop there though, my mind is slowly undressing her, touching every part of her body, kissing all the skin available, and then I taste her… like really taste her. I feel the thin strip of material between my legs flood with my desire and I curse at myself, finding an oversized shirt, slipping it on, and heading across the hall.
"Look, I'm sorry," I mutter as I open the door to see her tidying up her room. "Wear whatever you want for tonight, yeah? I'll just be in my room unpacking the rest of my things." I pause as I turn around, "Thanks, by the way, for everything," I move solemnly back across the room, closing the door to my room behind me. The first thing I set up is my small Ipod dock, plugging it into the wall and putting my Ipod on shuffle. The first song that plays is Ellie Goulding's "Starry Eyed". I sigh a bit to myself and let the music filter into my ears and along my veins. I find my body starting to move to the beat, and I end up singing some of the lyrics.
"So we burst into colours, colours and carousels. Fall head first, like paper planes and playground games. Next thing, we're touching. You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning…"
I turn away from the music and I see Katie standing there, hand still on the door handle, eyes honed in on me. Since when could she sneak around like Effy, like she just appeared out of nowhere? "Jesus…" I say as my hand flies up to my chest, "… the fuck are you doing?"
She walks toward me, and I should have noticed that she removed the shirt that she had on, but I was too surprised to have noticed that she was clad in the matching red lingerie set that I have on under my shirt. I swallow a lump in my throat and a spark emanates from her into my body… like lightning. Her arms come up around my neck and she presses her body into mine. I'm diffident to do the same but when she doesn't instantly let go, I let my arms slide around her naked torso until my hands set at the base of her spine, my fingertips brushing against the top of her g-string. "I'm sorry," she whispers into my skin. I can't help but tremble as her lips press against the supple skin of my neck. I'm positive she's lingering there for much longer than is socially acceptable for two friends to be hugging, but I don't push her away. I relish the feeling of her in my arms too much to do so.
"It's fine, love…" my body tenses after I whisper this to her. I don't think I've ever used that term with her, and I didn't mean for it to come out. I mean, it shouldn't matter, right? Her dad uses that term all the time, and so does my mum. Her hands slide down from my neck, along my sides, to slip around my middle. I can only guess that it's more comfortable this way for her. We're still holding on to each other when her hands slip under my shirt and she pulls me closer, one arm moving across my lower back while the other grasps at my back along my spine. I move my own arms up her back to wrap around her shoulders.
As if she realizes what she was doing, she pulls away, "I've got some things to do today, but we're still on for tonight. Pick out what you want me to wear, because I still want you in that set." She lifts her eyebrows at me and both of us start laughing. She offers me a waive and goes to walk out as the song changes to Britney Spears' song 'Don't Let Me Be The Last To Know'. My eyes flick to my Ipod, since when do I have any Britney anywhere. "Oh…" Katie calls to me with a smirk as she closes the door, "… I added some music to your Ipod."
I laugh, what else can I possibly do? She's taking over my life, and my music. I don't change it though, I listen to it, laughing at the lyrics, but somehow enjoying it. I won't admit that to anyone though, not even Katie.
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