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'd written most of this by Wednesday night but was out all day/night yesterday so sorry I couldn't post it sooner.

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Chapter Twelve

The sun began its decent in the sky when Emily set off for Naomi's. She knew Bristol well yet had never driven or even walked along Naomi's road. She turned onto the street, in the distance the sky lit up red, the nearby farmers would be happy. Not that she even understood the rhyme, why would sheep farmers be delighted by a red sky? She drove slowly to avoid missing her stop and eventually she spotted the yellow house which Effy said Naomi lived in with her mother. At the window a woman with short, blonde hair peered out of the curtains with the largest smile. Emily suspected she was Naomi's mum. Meeting the parents was not part of the plan. Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

'Gina will be waiting, she'll let you in.'

Gina. Naomi's mum? Emily's stomach had been battling with butterflies ever since she called Effy but now she couldn't even get out of the car. Fuck, why was she so nervous? She'd met parents before. Then again, she'd never really fallen for anyone before Naomi, so it all felt suddenly more real.

'You can do this Emsy,' she said out loud, staring into the rear view mirror. She looked tired. Why didn't she bring any make up? Or put some on before she left. Too busy thinking about her body's desire to fuck Naomi. She rolled her eyes and searched the bag she'd brought with her. A packet of mints, definitely useful. A small box of Tampax, she threw them on the floor. A pad of paper with a pencil forced into the rings at the top, they joined the tampons. Eyeliner. She opened it in haste and applied a little to her eyes, it didn't do much but it was better than nothing. That was all she had in her bag. She cursed herself for not having a more impulsive bag, how could she act on the spur of the moment when she had nothing to help her?

Gina moved to the front door and stood with it resting open. She looked excited, Emily mused, which only sought to make her a little uncomfortable. Who was this woman and why was she helping her to seduce her daughter?

'You must be Emily,' she greeted once Emily had forced herself out of the car.

'Yes, it's nice to meet you,' she replied shaking Gina's hand. 'Effy said you're Gina?'

'That's correct, come on in. Would you like some tea or maybe a biscuit before you go upstairs?'

Emily stood by the closed door, a little mortified by this woman's behaviour. It all felt a little cheap, like she was being brought in by Gina to seduce Naomi.

'I'll leave you two alone then,' Gins said noticing the atmosphere. Emily nodded with the briefest smile.

'There's a bottle of wine in the kitchen if you want to take it up, Naomi's room is at the top of the stairs on the left. I'll be down the road at the pub if Naomi wants to know where I've gone.'

'Thank you Gina,' Emily whispered.

Her nerves dug into the pit of her stomach leaving her a little fragile. Once Gina left she found the bottle of wine and drank half a glass quickly to settle her nerves. It didn't. She rushed to the sink as her stomach twisted in knots. Thankfully she kept her drink down and after borrowing a biscuit from a tin covered in pictures of biscuits her stomach settled. She found a couple of glasses and made her descent to Naomi's bedroom.

On the walk up the stairs Emily's phone rang in her pocket, she jumped and in her haste to retreat back to the kitchen dropped a glass on the carpet. It rolled round in a circle and stopped against the bottom step. Emily continued her half tiptoe half run towards the kitchen where she closed the door and answered her phone.

'What do you want?' she asked abruptly then regretted her tone of voice when she heard a painful sigh on the other end of the phone. 'Sorry,' she began again with barely a whisper.

'Why are we whispering?' asked Naomi repeating Emily's tone of voice.

She opened her mouth to reply yet all she could manage was a few bumbled half-words in quick succession until she decided that keeping her mouth closed would probably be the best option.

'Christ,' said Naomi, a hint of sarcasm floating easily into how she spoke. 'If you've changed your mind can you just fucking say so?'

A small chuckle escaped Emily's mouth before she could stop it which appeared to infuriate Naomi further.

'This isn't fair Emily; you can't treat me like this.'

'I know.' She cleared her throat and found her assertiveness which she struggled to pull out in times of need. 'I'm a little distracted right now; I'll speak to you in a minute.'

No matter how much Naomi argued back Emily hung up the phone and hoped she hadn't well and truly blown it. She returned to the stairs, retrieving the stray glass on her way, and stood in front of Naomi's door with her sexiest smile. Before she knocked she looked herself over. When had the red wine splattered onto her t-shirt? She stared in disbelief at the noticeable spray. The t-shirt itself was old and certainly wouldn't have been her first choice had she thought things through a little more. Then again if she had done that, she wouldn't have been stood in Naomi's house about to strip. Carefully placing the glasses and bottle on the floor without alerting Naomi's attention she slipped out of her top.

'Just do it,' she muttered.

She lifted her hand up to knock when the door opened quickly and Naomi started shouting abuse. 'Mum if you're going to stand out there talking to yourself then.'

Emily curled her lips up at the edges and though her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink she persevered.

'E, tits,' Naomi stuttered as she stared down at Emily's breasts before quickly recouping herself. 'Emily, what are you doing here? You fucking scared me to death!'

'I thought you might like to see them for yourself,' she said just like she'd rehearsed in her head a couple of times, though her cheeks still felt warm she forced a smile.

'You're, you're almost naked,' Naomi said. Talk about stating the flipping obvious. Emily couldn't stop herself from laughing as Naomi stepped aside and allowed her into her room.

'I'm fucking freezing.'

'You're barely dressed, of course you're freezing.'

Emily cut her off with a kiss until Naomi pulled away; she chewed on her lip and stared again at Emily's breasts.

'What are you doing here anyway?'

'I came to fuck you,' Emily replied and crashed her lips against Naomi's with such full force that they both toppled onto the floor. Being beside Naomi, with permission to kiss her, Emily wasn't willing to waste any time. They continued to kiss, Naomi's lips joined in as Emily worked her kisses along Naomi's neck and chin before going back to her lips.

Cutting the moment short Naomi pulled away and pushed Emily gently off until she could sit up against the bed.

'You, you have tits.'

'Obviously.'

'They're staring at me.'

Emily laughed and sat up too. 'I could take my bra off, then they really would be staring at you. Do you not like my tits?'

'I've never done this, with a woman,' Naomi said as though she was answering Emily's question. 'It's a little weird.'

'Bad weird?' Emily's heart sunk leaving her feeling considerably exposed. She reached for whatever she could find, some t-shirt with a pigs head on it, which she held against her chest.

'Not bad weird.'

She was confused. If the situation wasn't bad weird them what was it? She obviously didn't feel comfortable with her being there.

'You're a woman and I'm a woman and that's, it's really new and I, what do lesbians do exactly?'

'Whatever feels right.'

'I don't really know what feels right. I've never been with a woman.'

Emily sat against the bed next to Naomi and took her hand, holding it between her own. Her instincts to jump on Naomi and pleasure her evaporated a little as she remembered her own first time. The whole thing was fucking scary.

'We can take it slow,' said Emily. 'You enjoyed kissing earlier, right?'

'Yes.'

'Let's start with that.'

Naomi nodded her head and twisted herself around so that Emily could kiss her, they started off slow, their lips joined in gentle, small kisses until Naomi deepened it. She opened her mouth and Emily took her lead until they were lying on the floor with their lips surgically attached.

Eventually Naomi cut their kiss off once more, her eyes glazed over and a couple of stray tears rolled down her cheeks.

'Am I making you cry?' Emily asked, sadly.

'No,' said Naomi, wiping her eyes. 'It's me. I have to tell you something which I don't think you're going to like but I don't want to let this go too far without you knowing the truth.'

'What truth?'

'I slept with your brother.'

The first second after Naomi spoke, Emily laughed so hard that she could barely breathe. She was joking; of course, it was some fucking joke that she obviously found hilariously funny. But Naomi didn't.

'James?' she asked, sobering up as she stared into Naomi's serious face.

'Yes. It happened before anything happened between us.'

'Before Tony and Katie's party?'

'No. When James was late for a suit fitting or something.'

'You were there when I went round?'

Suddenly the whole situation felt considerably more real and sickening. For the second time that night Emily's stomach twisted in knots and she started to gag. Half an hour before she may have been nervous but at least the nerves were for a good reason. She was about to surprise the girl she was near enough in love with. This wasn't surprising her, this was, it was so much worse than that.

'Yes,' whispered Naomi, her whole face steady. She wasn't joking, she wasn't lying. Emily didn't know her well enough to know when she was lying but she could tell that this wasn't it.

'I,' she started to say but reverted to baby speak, opening and closing her mouth as she pushed herself up to her feet and put the pig t-shirt on. Why was she wearing it? She wasn't sure but she didn't seem to want to take it off.

'Where are you going?'

'I need to go,' she muttered, ignoring Naomi's arm rested on her wrist as she ran down the stairs, climbed into her van and drove off.

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