Disclamer&Notes:

Uhg, no matter how much I wish I did, I do not own, claim or take credit for Skins. Just admire, adore and obsess ^^ Like many of you, yes?

I'm starting to feel special writing these. Glad you all approve of my Naomi and Emily :) Don't hesitate to critique either if you see fit.

I'm trying to update once a day, even though it involves me typing at midnight when I have my peek inspiration.

Sorry if it's short-ish and boring, but hey, what hangover say isn't?


[Emily]

I don't think any of us went home last night, we're just a mass of bodies on the floor of Cook's house. Shit my head hurts. I haven't even opened my eyes yet but I can hear everyone breathing and some people talking.

I try to open my eyes. Fuck that lights bright.

I look around anyway. Takes me a bit but I eventually realise I'm in the hallway. Not alone either. Naomi's still asleep, next to me under a scrappy blue mink blanket.

I can see into what I can only pressure is Cooks room, his beds directly opposite the open door and there's Cook. Starfished on the bed, hand on his cock. Typical. Oh for fucks sake Katie's in there too. That's a bit low, even for her standards. But then again she has done worse. Pun intended.

JJ's sitting upright in a sleeping bag a little further down from me, talking away with Pandora. Effy's still out to it, head on Pandora's face and a frown fixated on her face. And of course Freddies on his phone in the kitchen.

Fuck me what happened last night?

I remember parts, but not all of it. I remember kissing Naomi. Or Naomi kissing me anyway. And I remember the police, but nothing more.

Sighing I rub my head. Fuck me I feel like shit.

"Mmmmm." Cute, Naomi's moaning in her sleep. Not a grizzly moan like she's suffering, but a happy moan, as if she was feeling something enjoyable. She's beautiful when she sleeps. Her makeup smudged a little, hair askew and a small smirk on her face.

She licks her lips. Those lips. They sent shocks surging through my body last night through those simple sweet kisses. I want more of them.

I can't help it. I reach out and lightly brush her hair behind her ear. "Mhmhmm," It's almost as if she's chuckling, "Emily stop." She talks this time, not badly but still holding that chuckle, an air of happiness about her, "stop it tickles." She's smiling and pulls the blanket over her head. I never thought sleep talking was her forte.

"Who the fuck are you talking to scrat?" Scrat, that's a new one. I glair at Katie as she mumbles, leaning on Cooks bedroom doorframe as she fastens her bra. She's really starting to get on my bloody nerves.

"That's no way to talk about Pandora." JJ obviously didn't notice me wake.

"What's a scrat?" Pandora asks.

"Not you two, idiots." Katie laughs and points to me, "her. I heard voices, other than your own."

"Well they were talking, and everyone else is asleep Katie, how could I have been talking? For fucks sake, do you have to know everything?" I roll my eyes at my sister. It's only a matter of time till someone puts her in her place.

Fuck my head. I clutch it tightly.

"Because I'm your sister, and sisters tell each other everything." Lies, there's plenty she never tells me and a few things I wouldn't dare tell her.

"Ew, you slept with the lezzer?" She only just clicked who was next to me, "bet she tried to touch you up. Fucking perv."

I can tolerate her talking badly about me, but not Naomi. Not anymore, "Do you ever shut the fuck up?" I start, she's opened her mouth to retort but I don't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she's said something smart back, "don't answer. Fucking hell Katie, did you ever stop to think maybe she's not a lezzer? Just because not everyone lets every second person with a prick between their legs or see our bits doesn't make them gay."

JJ's mouth drops and Pandora bursts into a fit of laughter. Katie locks her jaw and starts grinding her teeth. I know she wasn't expecting that. Fuck, I wasn't even expecting that.

"Some people are trying to sleep, you know that right?" Naomi wakes, propping herself up on her elbows, "prats." She ads and I stifle a laugh.

"Yeah, whatever." Katie goes into sulk mode, fucking typical, and stomps through the flat before throwing herself on the couch, "tell me when you want to fucking go." She snaps at me.

I don't want to go though, not when Naomi's here.

"Breakfast anyone?" Freddie pops his head around the corner, waving a pan in the air and completely oblivious of what just happened.

"Fuck yes." Naomi exclaims, throwing her hand in the air.

"Thanks Freddie." I smile and sit back down on the floor next to Naomi, knees tucked in and arms around them.

Half an hour later and we're all crowded in the small lounge, with the exception of Cook who's still asleep in bed, great fucking host he is. Anyway, here we are; Katie, Pandora, JJ and Effy crammed on the couch and the rest of us sitting on the floor and each with beans on toast. Not the flashiest breakfast but I have to admit, I've never tasted beans on toast so damn good before.

Naomi laughs when I look at her. I'm confused but she soon helps me, lifting her hand to my chin and whipping away some sauce that I had somehow managed to drop there. And then she proceeds to lick it off her thumb. Fucking tease.

I bet she did that on purpose.

"I think I just lost my appetite." Katie protests and rolls her eyes at Naomi's action.

"Really? I'm starved, mind if I eat you?" Naomi says, touching Katie's leg. Fuck I love it when she hassles Katie. Even JJ laughs as Katie retreats further into her corner shouting "get the fuck off me you creep."

I think we've all come to terms with the fact that Katie will never accept Naomi, but the rest of us don't seem to care anymore. We all know the truth, Katie just needs to accept it.

Cook's up now and he comes out of his room in nothing but jocks. For a guy he's not too shabby, so long as you only look between his waist and shoulders. Rubbing the back of his head he limply points to Naomi and I, "you two looked fucking cosy at that party last night."

"What?" Naomi and I speak in unison and I can't help but drop my head a little, hiding a blush. Fuck.

"On the deck, I saw you. Don't lie Naomi-kins." He teases, surely he's bluffing. I didn't see anyone there that I can remember.

"Must've been someone else." Naomi shrugs but winks at me and I feel slightly relieved.

"Whatever. Now, give Cookie some food." He speaks loudly and it hurts my head more than I expected. But he heads into the kitchen only to return with a fork and the near empty bean can, "So, what's the fucking plan for today?"

We all just look around blankly.