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Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.
She felt giddy with exhaustion and wanted to cry because she was so happy. Emily whispered comments into Naomi's ear, just to feel close to her. The afternoon sun was beginning to set. The room was growing darker as they lost the natural light of a day that could have been deemed almost perfect except for the interruption of college. Naomi whispered comments back and they rolled around on the bed in a fit of giggles. She couldn't believe how easy it had become to lie in bed with Naomi as the evening arrived. But a summer of experience had gone a long way in increasing their confidence.
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"I have something for you," Emily informed her girlfriend, leaning over the end of the bed and reaching out for her bag, but it was too far away. She crawled out of the bed and across the floor until her fingers caught the strap.
"What is it?" Naomi asked, excitement in her voice.
"Keep your knickers on, you'll find out in a minute,"
"What knickers?" Naomi asked with a flirtatious smile.
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Emily pulled herself up from the floor, only to collide with the desk above her head. She screamed out loud and clung to the back of her head as she fell onto her back.
"Are you ok?" Naomi asked, pulling on her arm to lead her back to the bed. Emily stumbled to her feet, then let herself fall against the mattress, her eyes watering heavily, in pain.
"I appreciate the gesture, but that really wasn't what I was expecting" Naomi laughed as she examined Emily's head.
"Fuck off, that hurts," Emily cried out, pushing Naomi's hands away from the painful bump emerging below her hair.
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After realising that her injury was nothing more than a bruise and definitely not bleeding, Emily returned to the contents of her bag where she pulled out a sheet of paper.
"Am I not the best girlfriend ever?"
Naomi took the sheet from her and read aloud, "Leadership workshops, for anyone who wants to lead. No experience required. Workshop will be run on the following topics: politics, protests, community, environment and many more."
"I expect the best girlfriend trophy by tomorrow morning,"
"Best? No not the best. Maybe a bit alright," Naomi laughed, kissing Emily on the lips and thanking her.
"Actually James might be interested in this too,"
"The guy you met today?" Naomi nodded. "Thank God, I thought you were talking about my brother."
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Naomi lay down beside Emily, clutching the sheet of paper above their heads. Emily watched the words on the page as Naomi grew silent and wondered what she was thinking about. Whenever they were in silence, Emily would think about their happiness and the memories they'd shared. She wondered if Naomi thought the same.
"What's on your mind?" she finally whispered into the dark room. But Naomi just continued to stare at the sheet of paper. "Naomi?"
"Sorry," she mumbled, dropping the sheet and turning to face Emily. "What did you say?"
"What's on your mind?"
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There was silence again, but it wasn't a good silence; it felt uncomfortable. Naomi didn't seem to want to reply to her question, the longer she took to speak, the longer Emily felt like there was something wrong.
"Naomi?"
"Nothing," she finally replied, her voice crackling, before she cleared her throat.
Then the mood quickly shifted, Naomi had a grin on her face and she was pinning Emily down against the bed and kissing her on the lips. Emily pushed her feelings aside and wondered if it was just her imagination as she felt Naomi's fingers running along her bare shoulders.
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It was dark outside the Fitch house, except for the bright lights of a pimped up Ford Fiesta parked across the driveway. Emily rolled her eyes when she spotted Katie sucking the face off her boyfriend in the front seat. She touched her lips, remembering with urgency the last kiss she'd had with Naomi. Neither of them had wanted her to go home, their kiss lasted twice as long as usual, but it stayed with Emily even longer. She could still remember the touch of Naomi's lips on hers, the feel of her hands resting at the base of her spine.
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The bedroom door opened half an hour later and Katie stumbled in; her hair was a mess, her lipstick smudged and she smelled strongly of alcohol and tobacco. Emily rolled her eyes in disapproval, but Katie was too busy, glancing out of the bedroom window waving as the car drove away, to notice.
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"Don't tell me you just fucked him in his car?" Emily asked, shaking her head. Katie shrugged her shoulders and sat down on her bed to remove her shoes. "He's a prick."
"He's my boyfriend," Katie snapped back.
"He's still a prick,"
Katie groaned as she climbed into bed, "It's none of your business what he is, he's MY boyfriend,"
Emily shook her head and laughed, "How many times have you made Naomi your business?"
"Piss off," Katie replied, turning out her light.
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Emily quickly changed and climbed into her own bed, turning her light off as she lay down. She stared up at the ceiling, where several glow in the dark stars were stuck and thought of Naomi. She'd spent most of the day thinking of her girlfriend and knew she'd probably think most of the night about her too. She loved her, she was loved by her and that was all she needed to think about to fall asleep.
AN: PLEASE REVIEW! If you read it you should review it...it really does make the writer (i.e. me) very happy and will make me write faster too.