OK, I'm pretty nervous about this one. Way outside my comfort zone...hope you like it.

I do not own skins.

Naomi

Naomi could barely focus on driving the car. Emily Fitch holding her hand felt more dangerous than anything else anyone could do while driving. Her skin still felt like it was on fire, but the slight distance from the girl next to her was allowing her thoughts to gather again. She still had an Emily Fitch haze in her brain, but her thoughts were just below the surface, and she wasn't quite sure how much trouble they would cause when they got out. She could picture how it would have played out when she was younger. She would have fallen apart, fucked everything up, and run away scared. But she wasn't that person anymore…only, she wasn't really sure what would happen now. This was a completely new situation for her to be in. So many things could go wrong.

First of all, Emily was a girl. It was definitely new. She had never even considered it before, but she was never really too focused on the gender of who she was dating…mostly because she was never too focused on who she was dating at all. They were all guys, but they were also usually distractions. So the fact that this beautiful, hilarious and perfect creature next to her was a girl didn't really bother her. Emily was definitely not a distraction. If anything, when she was with Emily, everything else felt like a distraction.

What was really an issue was how quickly things were progressing. Less than fifteen minutes ago, she had allowed herself to get lost in a kiss in which she felt more than she had ever felt before, with a girl she met less than two weeks ago. She was thinking of all of the silly song lyrics she had always thought were ridiculous; all of the stories she had read that she thought were melodramatic; all of the friends she had that would become complete idiots when they met someone new. And she absolutely hated herself for suddenly feeling like she understood all of it.

The biggest issue, though, was how weak she felt at this moment. She knew she couldn't deny it; despite the limited time she had known her and all the other excuses she tried to find, she was falling in love with this girl. And it wasn't just an indescribable feeling; it wasn't just a chemical reaction (though she did feel like that was part of it). She felt like she could write a list of a hundred different things, easily, about why she felt the way she did. It wasn't as if she couldn't rationally account for this attraction. And Emily was pulling her in. Naomi had only tried once or twice to do what she was known for; become the ice queen, be a bitch, make her think that she didn't care. And the times that she had done it, Emily stopped it immediately. She made Naomi want to change; to be romantic and silly. She was holding her heart in her small, perfect, soft hands and she could destroy it at any time. Naomi was terrified.

But at this second, Naomi still couldn't really do anything differently than exactly what she was doing; holding Emily's warm hand, feeling the air in the car buzzing with energy, driving to Emily's apartment to continue what they had started at the field. Emily was gently running her thumb over Naomi's knuckles. She was already so turned on from before, she found her underwear becoming more and more flooded with every touch.

As they pulled up to the apartment building, got out, and walked up the stairs, Naomi watched Emily's face become more and more nervous with each step. As they reached the door, the redhead seemed so small, as she fumbled with her keys, slowly opening the door, shyly looking over her shoulder at Naomi.

As Naomi fallowed her in, she watched Emily walk towards the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink? Maybe…maybe some wine…or something?" She was so adorable, standing in the kitchen, playing with the hem of her shirt, looking so flustered.

"Sure. Wine would be great. And…you know…we can just sit and talk if you want." She could tell Emily was nervous and she didn't want her to feel pressured. She was actually feeling a little nervous, too.

Emily seemed to relax slightly as they sat on the couch, a wine glass in each of their hands, listening to music Emily had put on. It was still tense and Naomi wasn't sure what to do now. Emily spoke suddenly. "I'm sorry that I'm so all over the place."

"Huh?" Naomi looked over at her, confused, only to see that she looked guilty for some reason.

"Last night, I tell you we should take it slow, then I tell you to come back to my apartment, and now I'm getting all nervous…and, just…I don't know what to do with myself. I'm sorry that I'm being so crazy."

Naomi giggled, reaching over and gently rubbing her knee. "Ems, it's really okay. I'm nervous too. And, I don't want to push us too fast." Suddenly a thought occurred to her. "I know!" Emily jumped slightly. "Karaoke!"

"What?" Emily looked a little surprised and thoroughly confused.

"We can sing karaoke! I mean, it won't really be the same as singing at a karaoke bar, but you can still belt it out." She was so happy at her idea, she couldn't stop smiling. It only got worse when she saw Emily's huge grin. She loved being the cause of it.

"Okay!" The redhead shot up off the couch. "Should I go first?"

"Sure…but I get to pick the song." She racked her brain. She wanted Emily to loosen up, sing something slightly silly and fun.

"Got it! El. Scorcho."

Emily burst out laughing. "It's perfect!" She ran into her room, reemerging with a hair brush. She found the song on her iPod and pressed play, immediately beginning to move around as if she were on a stage, holding the brush/microphone to her mouth. Then she fell into the song.

God Damn you half-Japanese girls

Do it to me every time

Oh the redhead said you shred the cello

And I'm Jell-O, baby
But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me
I'm the epitome
Of Public Enemy
Why you wanna go and do me like that?
Come down on the street and dance with me

Emily then began to yell along, jumping up and down, pointing to Naomi every time she sang the word 'you'. Naomi fell deeper and deeper as she watched the redhead get lost in it all with a smile on her beautiful face the whole time.

I'm a lot like you, so please
Hello
I'm here
I'm waiting, oh
I think I'd be good for you
And you'd be good for meeeee

As Emily danced around the room, Naomi laughed and stared, completely wrapped up in every movement, every facial expression she made. She watched as Emily sang this happy, slightly silly, fun song directly to her and she was a goner. She knew it. She knew that Emily Fitch had changed everything by just being everything she was, singing this song, and Naomi would never be the same. She wasn't even sure when it happened. It might have been before this, but it wasn't until now that she realized it. And she was amazed.

Just then Emily walked on beat up to Naomi, dropped to her knees and fist pumped along to the song, being absolutely ridiculous and absolutely adorable.

How stupid is it
For all I know you want me too
And maybe you just don't know what to do
Or maybe you're scared to say
'I'm falling for you'

She started making do-do-do-do sounds, causing Naomi to giggle with her, as she sang along with the air-guitar she was playing, approaching the final verse.

I wish I could get my head out of the sand
'Cause I think we'd make a good team
And you would keep my fingernails clean
But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize
'Cause I can't even look in your eyes
Without shakin'
And I ain't fakin'
I'll bring home the turkey and you'll bring home the bacon!

She finished it out, falling into a bow as Naomi applauded and laughed. Then she paused for a second, looking at Emily's now red face. "You are quite brilliant to watch, you know." She had meant to say it as a joke, but it didn't come out like she intended. Her laughter had died down and it came out sounding how she actually felt. And, though normally she knew she would feel embarrassed and try to make it into a joke, or laugh it off, she just stared up at the girl in front of her, who was smiling back at her. Naomi expected her to blush, which she did, and change the subject, which she didn't.

"You are easy to sing to."

Naomi stood slowly, sitting her wine on the table, and walked towards Emily. The redhead was standing in the middle of the room, shoulders back, head high, looking taller than she was, unashamed of the song she just threw herself into with complete abandon. She had a small smile on her face and Naomi thought she looked a little like a painting. Her hair was slightly messy from dancing around, her face was still pink, and her eyes were brightly shining. She just looked so free, Naomi could barely stand it. So she did the only thing she could fathom doing at the moment; she pulled her hands up to cup her face, rubbing her thumbs over her cheeks for a second, trying to take in everything about her, and then she kissed her.

She wanted to put everything into that kiss. She wasn't always great with words, when those words involved her emotions, but she wanted to tell Emily that she was beautiful, that she was sexy, that she was brave and the most real person she'd ever met. She wanted her to know that she didn't understand what was going on or why she couldn't bring herself to stay away from her. She wasn't sure if she got it all across, but Emily responded regardless. She felt hands grip her sides as she felt Emily's tongue swipe across her bottom lip. As she felt the redhead slip her tongue in her mouth, she allowed her to push her back towards the couch. The back of her knees hit the edge, and Naomi fell into a sitting position. Emily stood over her for a second, bringing one knee to each side of Naomi, slowly sitting down, straddling her, looking into her face as she ran her hand along her jaw line, causing Naomi to shiver. Naomi immediately reached up and pulled Emily's lips back to her own, running her hands down her back until they reached the curve of her ass, pulling her in as far as she would go as she continued to massage Emily's tongue with her own, getting lost in the sloppy but tender kisses.

Emily suddenly moved her mouth to Naomi's ear, sucking lightly on her ear lobe, before whispering softly. "You are so beautiful." The breath on Naomi's neck, along with the sincerity of Emily's tone, sent Naomi into a lustful haze. She suddenly slipped her hands under Emily's backside and lifted her up off the couch, and walked towards her bedroom. She felt the need to taste her neck before even reaching the door and, instead, pushed her up against the wall next to it, the redhead's strong legs still wrapped around her waist. As she ran her tongue up Emily's neck, Emily let out a ragged breath and tilted her head back, giving Naomi more space to work with. She began determinedly tasting every inch of exposed skin between Emily's chest and jaw line. Suddenly she realized, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, that there simply was not enough skin exposed.

She began moving towards the bedroom again, not stopping until she reached the bed, setting the small form in her arms down, gulping slightly as the redhead sat there and looked up at her with her now dark eyes. Everything slowed slightly from the frenzy of a few seconds before. The air became thick and Naomi felt as if she could feel it moving with Emily's breathing. Naomi sat gently down next to Emily, reaching over to take Emily's enticing bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling it slightly, before pulling back. She looked into brown eyes as she reached down to the hem of Emily's shirt and gently pulled it up, taking both shirts at once, becoming frustrated that the girl felt compelled to wear so many clothes. As she threw them to the side, she looked up at Emily's increasingly vulnerable face. She gave her a smile, raised her own hands above her head and cocked her head to the side slightly, inviting the redhead to follow her lead. She received a small smile in return as Emily reached down and pulled her shirt off. She was trying to take in everything about the recently exposed body in front of her. Emily had a freckle on her stomach below her left breast and a small scar on her ribs. She reached out to touch it before realizing that Emily was reaching out to her at the same time.

As she met those hungry brown eyes again, Naomi pounced on her, pushing her back towards the bed, kissing down her neck, as her hands felt her breasts through the rather annoying bra that was still covering them. The atmosphere gathered intensity once more, and Naomi could barely comprehend how she wanted to be gentle and frenzied all at the same time with Emily. She was bursting at the seams, coming undone from simply touching this girl.

She felt Emily's hardened nipples through her bra and could barely restrain herself from ripping it off, needing so badly to feel skin on skin. She reached around and tried to take off the offending item of clothing, as Emily did the same to her, until suddenly, as they both succeeded, they stopped and stared. Naomi had never seen a more perfect pair of tits in her life. She was speechless. But before Naomi could react, Emily flipped her over so that she was straddling her once again, and dove down to her own breast, taking the small nub into her mouth and sucking, causing Naomi to let out moan. The ache between her legs was becoming so intense, she was sure she had never done this correctly before. It had never felt like this. Like she was burning up from the inside.

She felt Emily's tongue switch to her left breast, as her warm hand reached up to replace her mouth on the right. She squeezed her nipple lightly as she rolled the other with her tongue, and Naomi's hips rocked forward as she felt herself become soaked, aching to feel Emily inside her.

Emily slowly undid the button and zipper on Naomi's jeans, pulling them down and throwing them off the bed, before turning over to get rid of her own. She slowly lowered herself on top of the blonde, who had begun touching Emily everywhere she could reach, feeling as if she would burst out of her skin if she couldn't feel her. Emily attacked Naomi's lips and tongue with her own, penetrating her mouth so deeply, Naomi could feel her desire coming off her in waves. It was so tangible, so real. Emily began to run her hand down Naomi's side until she was right above her panty line. She stopped to trace her finger back and forth, slipping her thigh between Naomi's legs to rub against her sopping wet center. Naomi knew that Emily could feel how wet she was, as she felt her last shred of clothing soaked completely through. It seemed to spur her on, her kisses becoming more and more frantic. Her mouth traveled down once more to Naomi's breasts before she removed her underwear so quickly, Naomi didn't even realized what was happening until they were gone. Emily was gradually becoming almost primal, and Naomi had never been so turned on in her life.

Emily held herself somewhat over Naomi with her left elbow, looking straight into her eyes, as she slid her right hand slowly down Naomi's stomach. Naomi felt her muscles twitch as she spread her legs wider, waiting for Emily to touch her where she needed her so badly, never looking away from the eyes staring intently into her own. As she felt Emily's fingers glide through her wet folds, she watched Emily lick her lips. She looked as if she was going to come from just touching Naomi and the combination of seeing Emily's reaction and feeling her nimble fingers teasing her, touching her, exploring her…it was almost too much. She felt those same fingers gently circle her clit, painfully slowly and steadily. She wanted more. She needed more.

"Please, Ems. Please." She barely whispered it, but Emily didn't hesitate. She easily slid two fingers into her and Naomi thought she would explode. As Emily began to thrust in and out of her, she looked at brown eyes watching her, never leaving her face. She felt the familiar sensation rising in her stomach, building slowly as Emily gained speed, pushing and pulling her fingers in and out of Naomi's wet heat. Suddenly Emily lowered her head, as she felt her warm tongue sucking roughly at her nipple, sending a shudder through Naomi's body, before she traced a line down her stomach and she felt that very same tongue cover her clit.

"Holy fuck! Emily! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Those were the only words that ran through her mind as she felt Emily's tongue flick her repeatedly, while her fingers continued pounding into her. She sucked on the bundle of nerves suddenly, and before Naomi knew what was happening she was hurling over the edge, as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed against her, her entire body rocking. Emily continued to suck and flick at her clit, alternating for a few seconds, as Naomi thrashed about.

Emily's face was in front of her once more, but her hand had never stopped moving, her fingers still thrusting into her repeatedly. No sooner had she felt herself become slightly coherent again, than she felt it build back up, as Emily curled her fingers, rubbing her thumb against her clit, which was now so sensitive, it took only the most gently nudging to make her cry out. Naomi felt her entire body begin to shake. She met Emily's eyes again as she felt a third finger enter her. A guttural moan escaped her lips, along with a few more choice words, and she couldn't stop saying Emily's name over and over as she was hurtled into the stars once more, never leaving Emily's eyes this time. Those deep brown eyes seemed to be staring directly into mind, into her soul, and she looked in awe of what she saw. She lost all comprehension of anything, as the entire world seemed to revolve around those eyes.

Naomi had never ever felt such strong emotions after coming. She had never felt such strong emotions at all. She immediately gripped Emily's neck and brought her in for a kiss, plunging her tongue into her warm mouth, trying to taste every inch of it. She felt an aftershock of pleasure as Emily slowly pulled her fingers out, and they simply lay there for a few minutes, wrapped in each others' arms, kissing sloppily, running their hands over all the skin they could reach.

Naomi wanted so badly to make Emily feel what she just felt, but she had never come more than once in such a short amount of time and her mind was sending her into slumber against her will. She felt herself curl into strong arms that seemed to surround her, making her feel so safe and warm. She wasn't sure how such a small girl could seem so…everywhere. Everything in her mind was Emily. It felt like she filled the room; filled Naomi's heart; filled Naomi's body. Like she was nestling into a space she fit into perfectly inside Naomi's soul. She felt Emily whispering into her ear as she drifted off, still unable to keep from shivering at the feel of her warm breath on her ear.

"Perfect. You are so perfect."

She wasn't sure if it was Emily's voice or her own thoughts that she heard, as she floated into a peaceful sleep surrounded by red.