Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 10
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swear words and massive loads of fluff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I just wish I do. I seriously need a genie.
Summary: Just some talking :)
A/N: Not beta'd so mistakes are purely mine. Thanks for all the comments! They really do keep me going!
"Emily?" Naomi called out as soon as she arrived at the bright yellow house. Hearing nothing, she hurriedly skipped up the stairs, darting to the room where she remembered she had left the red head.
"Em?" Her head popped in on the door, checking the room if Emily was there. She scowled upon finding it empty, her heart now frantically beating as she tried to work out the possible places where the red head could be. She was silently praying, albeit she never prayed, that Cook hadn't found out where they were and that Emily was just in some other room.
"Emily? Where are you?" She bellowed, but still no response. Her heart hammered even faster, like it was going to burst out from her chest.
The blonde was about to go down stairs when she spotted the bathroom door slightly open, a pile of clothes, she recognized were Emily's, sprawled all over the white tiled floor. She thought that the red head was having a shower, but found it weird not being able to hear any splatter or slosh of water. Deciding to check things out, she marched towards the bathroom and stopped a few inches away from the door, knocking first just so she would not be barging in on a naked Emily. She found herself swallowing at the thought, her mouth and throat running dry. She knocked two times but there was no answer.
"Emily? Are you in here?" She called out as she slowly pushed the door wide open, stepping inside.
Naomi's jaw dropped upon the sight of the red head, her half-naked body completely submerged under water, her two hands gripping each side of the tub, her eyes shut tight. The blonde froze for a moment, her mind blacking out due to panic, her breath quickening. She couldn't figure out what to do, instead, she just stayed rooted on her place, her mouth hanging wide open. Fear started to crawl over her as she watched Emily lay motionless on the tub, not even a finger twitching. Emily almost looked like she was dead.
"Fuck!" She screamed as she shrugged out of her jacket, finally snapping out of her sudden shock. She threw the leather jacket away and stooped down, scooping Emily from the tub. She felt the red head gasp for air as she got her out of the water. The blonde turned around and was heading for the door when she accidentally stepped at her own jacket, causing her to slip down, bringing the red head with her. She fell flat on her back while Emily sank on top of her, still panting.
"Ow! My head!" Naomi winced in pain, feeling the back of her head throb. "Are you alright Em?" She asked the red head, her eyes immediately searching for the pair of brown ones she had already missed gazing into.
"I'm okay." Emily replied, her breath almost back to normal.
"What the fuck were you doing Emily?" Naomi breathlessly asked, her whole body still shaking from fear. "Were you trying to kill yourself?" Her eyes squinted as she stared at the red head's face, gauging her reaction.
"No." The other girl retorted. "I swear I wasn't."
"Tell me what you're doing then?"
"I was just, I was just trying to block things out from my head. I don't know. I just wanted to-"
"Please don't scare me like that again." Naomi helplessly whispered, cutting the red head off.
"What?" Emily asked, surprised.
"Don't do that again. Please." The blonde breathlessly pleaded.
"You were scared?"
"I was-" Naomi paused as she caught her breath. "-scared to death."
Emily lowered her head, placing her ear right above the blonde's still pounding heart. She closed her eyes as she listened to Naomi's racing heartbeat, smiling at the thought that the blonde was scared for her, that she did care. "Why?" She asked, continuously listening to Naomi's frantic heartbeats.
"Christ! I thought you were trying to kill yourself Em!" She blurted out. "You looked like you were fucking dead!"
"But I really wasn't."
"I know. I know. Just-just don't scare me like that again. Ever."
Emily bit her lip and answered with a nod. Lifting her head, she watched as Naomi let out an exasperated breath, her azure eyes clenched tight.
"C'mon." She heard the blonde mutter. "Let's get you dressed."
The red head slowly climbed off of Naomi, steadying herself because her foot was still a bit painful and was still swelling. Naomi sprung to her feet and picked up her jacket as well as Emily's clothes from the floor. She then marched towards the cabinet across the tub, pulling out a clean, white robe from it and handing it to the other girl. As soon as Emily had the robe on, Naomi slid her arms around Emily's waist to help her walk. At the corner of her eyes, she saw the red head blushing and her own lips pulled up into a wide, beaming smile. As they got into the room, she let Emily sit onto the bed while she grabbed a nearby chair and sat right in front of the red head.
"Em, listen." She paused. "I'm sorry about earlier."
"It's okay. I can't blame you for what you feel." The red head answered, a sad smile forming in her lips, her eyes mirroring the same pain she had moments ago.
"No. You don't understand Em." Naomi heaved a sigh. "I think I owe you an explanation." She reached out and took Emily's hand, intertwining it with hers.
"I really was sent by Cook to kill you." She squeezed the red head's hand when she felt her flinching at her words. "At first, I was convinced that I could do it just as planned, that everything was going to be easy. And then I saw you, standing by your door, looking all cute and cuddly – Oi! Don't laugh! I'm serious!" Naomi cried out, seeing Emily break into a fit of giggles, her already flushed cheeks turning even redder. "Right. So yeah, everything changed since that day. I mean, I couldn't find the courage I used to have. I couldn't just do it. I tried, yeah I admit that. I went to your room, tried to carry out the plan, but something was stopping me, holding me. And then I heard you call my name."
Emily's eyes grew wide with surprise. "I did?" She asked in disbelief.
Naomi answered with a swift nod. "I thought you were awake and that you saw me, but then I found out you were dreaming, dreaming of me." She added smugly.
Emily felt her cheeks burning. She probably was almost as red as her hair.
"Then that day you saw me leaving, I had to lie to you and tell you that I didn't like you. They've already blown my cover and I couldn't risk and compromise things. I know the only way you'll let me go was if I would hurt you. And I'm really sorry for that." Naomi lifted her free hand, cupping the red head's cheek, wiping away the tears that were now relentlessly flowing. "I was so furious with Cook when I found out that he took you. You can't imagine how mad I was. And then I saw this." She gently brushed the dark bruise on Emily's cheek with the pad of her thumb. "And your bleeding lip. I wanted to kill him for hurting you Em. If it hadn't been for those two tossers who came to his rescue, he'd be dead by now. I swear I won't let him touch you again." Naomi inched closer, pressing her forehead against Emily's, their intertwined hands placed above her heart. "I can't lose you Em. It will kill me to lose you, if anything happens to you. I realized that just by now, but I hope I'm not yet too late." She barely whispered. "I love you Emily. I can't resist it. I won't fight it anymore."
"Naomi." Emily whispered as a brand new set of tears fell down on her cheek, still unable to believe what she was hearing.
"Everything I told you when we were together under that tree, they were all true. You actually brought out a side of me I don't even know existed." She smiled, pulling back a little to kiss the tip of Emily's nose. "You're everything to me now. You're the most important thing in my life." She planted a kiss on Emily's forehead. "I'm not yet too late, am I?"
Emily softly shook her head. "You'll always have me Naomi."
A triumphant, beaming smile fell on Naomi's lips as she closed the gap and claimed Emily's own. It was a slow yet breathtaking kiss, their lips moving in such perfect synchronization, as if they were made for each other, like puzzle pieces joined together. It was slow, yet, not deliberate, just letting their feelings be channeled into the kiss. It was as if a thousand untold words were suddenly unraveled, suddenly articulated without the need for them to speak at all. Because the kiss itself told it all, told every single word they've always wanted to say. As their kiss deepened, they felt their whole world dwell into a stop, everything around them ceasing to exist. Just them, the two of them, with their need to touch each other, feel each other. It was so wonderful, so beatifying that they had forgotten entirely everything. Each doubt, each trace of pain had been washed away as their soft lips brushed against each other, creating beautiful sounds that sent a thousand jolts to each and every part of their body. Emily's hand wrapped around Naomi's neck, her fingers entangling with Naomi's hair, pushing their kiss deeper, pushing Naomi closer, not ever wanting to let her go. They both fell down to the bed, not breaking from one another's grip, Naomi's hand unlacing the white robe, her fingertips gliding in Emily's warm, soft skin, leaving burning sensations on its trail. Emily's body responded to Naomi's touch signaling the beginning of something much more wondrous.
Clothes scattering on the floor, soft moans turning into pleadings, sudden intakes of breath growing into sighs of incomparable bliss. The magnificence of first love, the glory of first kiss.
