A/N: Ok, figured I would gift you all with one last post, and it might as well be this story, seeing as how I've not updated in a while.

No cigarettes required for this one, but possibly class F for Fluff.

Enjoy...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. I didn't in 2913 and it's highly unlikely I will in 2014. Any and all typos are not my fault...dammit!

(Naomi POV)

The music is filtering through the bedroom door, as I slowly awaken from my sleep. I wake to find that Emily isn't with me, and the feeling of her not being next to me is a little strange. But in my bleary-eyed half awakeness, I can hear a distinctly liquid sounding guitar melody. A deep voice begins to sing, as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. The voice sounds familiar, like I've heard it before, but can't place it.

I roll out from under the duvet, and reach for a shirt and a pair of boxers, slipping them on over my naked skin. I quietly open the door, to find the living room bathed in the afternoon sunlight. The music was loud enough that the opening of the door couldn't be heard over it. I peered around the corner of the doorframe to see Emily sitting at her laptop, sketching. I watched her silently for a few minutes, before walking out into the room and behind where she sat. She was sketching the picture she had taken of us in the park the other day.

The singer continued before the liquidy guitar returned. I watched her as her hand stopped drawing suddenly, and her back straightened as she turned to look at me. She smiled that genuine "I'm happy to see you" smile that I'd grown fond of since I met her. It melted my heart everytime I saw it, knowing it was all for me. I smiled back.

"What are you list-" I say, gesturing to the music in the air.

"The Doors. A song called Moonlight Drive."

"Ah. Makes sense."

She cocked her head to one side. "How d'you mean?" she asked.

"I thought I heard a familiar voice when I woke up."

"Jim is rather distinctive." she answered, looking back to her drawing. "This is apparently the first song he sang to Manzarek, and Manzarek convinced him to start a band."

"Who-"

"The organist."

"Right." I pause, sorting that all out mentally. She was doing that thing she did, when she talked random things about music. I waited for her to talk on some odd tangent, but it didn't come.

"Babe?" she asked, looking at me curiously.

I shook myself out of my thoughts. "Sorry." I smile, "for some reason I was expecting you to say something else. What are you up to?" I added, gesturing to her sketchbook.

"Sketching from the photo I took of you and me..." she tells me, gesturing to her laptop screen, where I see the picture open on the desktop. "I…couldn't sleep..."

I reach around her shoulders and pull her backwards into a hug. "How long have you been up?" I ask, gently kissing the top of her head. Her hair smells faintly of strawberries, and it brings a sense of calm over me.

"Mmm…"

"Ems?"

"…couple of hours." she says, quietly.

"You should have woken me." I reply, squeezing her close to me, enough for her to feel, but not enough to be restrictive.

"Well, you looked comfortable, so I decided not to disturb you." she explains, leaning backwards into me, her hand resting on my wrists. There was something protective about it.

"I'm not sure I like waking up without you next to me."

"Why?" she asks, placing her sketchbook on the table and the charcoal by its side, and turning to face me. She slips her arms around my waist and kisses me tenderly. "I wasn't far, love."

"I know… but the bed felt empty without you. It didn't feel right." I reply, nudging her fringe out of her eyes, kissing her forehead softly.

"Hmm." she looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes. "Truth?" she asks.

"Please."

"I came out here to clear my head a little. I was going to paint… but then I remembered you said you wanted to wait until we had all the pictures done, and I still have to show you how to work my camera…" she explained, motioning to the large black camera on the table. "…and whenever I get down, I find that I have to just clear my head. Music and drawing have always helped me do that."

"Because you get lost in it." I add.

She nods. "I didn't really sleep long, honestly. I couldn't really, after our conversation..."

"I'm sorry... I know it was a bit intense."

"To say the least, Nai. But don't apologise, ok? You don't have to."

"But-"

"It's a part of who you are. And…" I take a deep breath, "I know it can't have been easy for you to tell me all about it. I really, really don't know how I knew it, and as much as I've thought on it, I can't explain it. I was about to google myself numb over it, but decided against it. Didn't know where to start really."

"…so rather than make yourself crazy, you started sketching."

"Yes. Much more relaxing, and I needed to compose myself a bit." she pauses. "Don't think I got straight out of bed, either. I watched you sleep for a very long time before I did." she says, with a shy smile that warms my heart.

"Aww. That's sweet."

"Jim didn't wake you, did he? I did worry it was a little loud."

I smile and kiss her softly. "No, babe. Although the first thing I heard when I woke was the guitar…"

"Hmm. One of their songs where Krieger stands out quite well. Slide guitar."

"Oh! No wonder it sounded so…"

"…liquidy?"

"Uh." I say, a little shocked, "…my thought exactly."

"He's buried here in Paris, you know. Jim."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. Never been to see his grave, though."

"Why not?"

Emily shrugs. "Never got around to it, I suppose. Was either with my family or just didn't think about it."

"Oh. Well… maybe you should make the trip this time." I suggest. I think to myself that I need to read up a bit more about him.

She smiles at me and leans her head against mine. "Hey. What do you say we go out for a bite to eat?"

"Where to?" I ask.

"I'm sure we passed a cafe not far from here on our way back from the art shop. Fancy a croque monsieur?"

"A- what?" I ask, puzzled.

She grins that cheeky grin of hers. "Ooh. You'll enjoy it. It's like a toastie but so much better."

"Sounds good, I'm starving."

Emily giggles, and with a grin says, "Les enfants en Afrique meurent de faim. Tu es simplement faim." wiggling her eyebrows as she does so, and I feel my stomach drop to the ground floor. I kiss her hard, pulling her tight towards me, wanting to be much closer to her warmth than is possible. She slips her tongue between my lips and kisses me back with passion, which doesn't serve to quell the sensation floating through me. I keep kissing her, losing myself in it until I reluctantly pull away, nearly out of breath. My head bumps gently against hers as I try to catch my breath.

"Jesus…" I half whimper, my voice slightly hoarse, "you…know what that does… to me." I say, in between breaths, "Translate?"

"The children in Africa are starving. You're just hungry." she grins at me. I look at her confused, and then my mind catches up and we both burst into a fit of giggles.

"That sounded so much sexier in French." I laugh. "Bitch. Now you've got me all worked up…" I blush.

"Well, you and I both need to get dressed, because I'm not letting all of Paris see my girl in her undies."

"I dunno about you… but I could use a shower." I say, kissing her on the nose softly, and wriggling out of her arms, walking towards the bathroom. Halfway there, I stop and turn to her. I remove my shirt, cock my head to one side and raise my eyebrow, with a sly grin. "You coming, or what?"

She almost bolts out of her chair.

A/N#2: I'd follow...wouldn't you?

Yes. Yes you would.

The liquidy guitar melody belongs to the song "Moonlight Drive" by The Doors, if anyone wishes to youtube it. Beautiful song...

Alrighty then...that's it for me for this year. See you all next year, yeah? To all of you who read, as well as my fellow authors, especially mynameislizzie, GloryMorgan, jaybonesss23, marsupial1974 and many many more of you, happy new year to all of you. :-)

Until next year...

~GN~ xo