Alright an update! Sorry this has taken so long to get out but I came down with a bit of a bug early in the week and i've been slow regain my strength from it. So as an apology I made this chapter about 2000 words longer than usual, I'm not sure if I like it though but alas here it is. As always thank you for the reviews/ favorites/ follows you are all beautiful unicorns! And thank you to the guest reviewer Carleen! Your review came at the perfect moment I was having a bit of writers block and it was the cure! So thank you for your lovely words and I'm glad that you liked the scene ;)

Sit back, grab some pasta, maybe a drink (I certainly did) and enjoy!

P.S. I am 100% Italian so none of these parts are meant to be offensive, I'm simply making fun of myself and my family.

P.S.S? P.P.S? (you get the idea) Everyone go read the recap of fire part 2 on Rophydoes, its beautiful and perfect.

I don't own skins/ buffy but if I would have tried to keep all my precious babies alive.

Chapter 14

Naomi's POV

"You're not really into this today are you Naomi?" Giles asks, wiping the sweat off of his brow with his sleeve. I immediately feel guilty, letting my mind wander to Emily and how I'm going to ask her on this date that I've been planning since early this morning.

"Sorry Giles, a bit busy in my head today." Giles gives me a sympathetic smile, takes his glasses out of his pocket and starts to clean them with his handkerchief. A gesture so typical of Giles, it always brings a sense of peace, if he has time to clean his glasses the world isn't going to end... that's what I trick my mind into thinking anyway. We take this moment to sit on the table, both of us giving up on training for the day.

"You really like this girl don't you?" Sometimes I wonder if Giles is really the father of Effy because they both share an insane ability to figure out what is going on just by observing. I know for a fact I haven't mentioned Emily to Giles but with how close Effy and him are it really shouldn't surprise me that knows. But that still doesn't stop me from asking him.

"How the hell do you know anything about that?!" He scoffs at me, putting his glasses back onto his head.

"Please Naomi, I was once a teenager I know what it's like.. Even if Effy hadn't told me about it I would have figured it out. It's rather obvious whenever the two of you are in a room together. Coupled with your erratic behavior lately it's pretty easy to piece together."

"I think everyone knows you were a teenager. Buffy surely can't forget it and I'm sure the police car that you violated hasn't forgotten it either." I wiggle my eyebrows at him jokingly.

"For gods sake, it was the bloody Band Candy! The one time and I'm never going to live it down."

"Ahem, it was twice actually." I smirk at him, let out a laugh when I see his frown and frustrated expression. I hear Giles mumble to himself something along the lines of "Bloody Buffy, stupid aspect of the demon." I giggle at him, always enjoying these moments were we can simply bust each others balls.

"You haven't answered my question and your deflection isn't going to work with me." Dammit. Effy and Giles are the two people that this tactic doesn't work on. Normally when the topic or feelings become uncomfortable I simply make a joke or turn the spotlight onto someone else. They never buy it. I take in a deep breath and let him know what I'm thinking.

"I do, I like her a lot, more than I've liked anyone before. But..." Unable to finish my thoughts.

"But." Giles urges me on.

"I'm fucking terrified. I'm so afraid of what could happen. I'm terrified of how quickly and strongly these feelings have taken over me, I'm not this person that falls for someone in a month! And not to mention that I'm the bloody slayer, which she has no idea about! And what if she got hurt or worse because of me?! I wouldn't want to live through that again... I CAN'T go through that again." My voice breaking a bit at the end, tears threatening to fall but I push them back.

"Let me ask you something. Why are you the slayer?"

"Um, Giles destiny and all that remember? You practically recited that to me everyday when we first met." I look at him like he has six heads.

"No that's not what I mean. I mean, why do all of this? Why protect people and do it in such a passionate way? You don't have to. There have been slayers who simply get the job done and call it day. Why are you the slayer?" I think about this for a minute, collecting my thoughts.

"Because I care."

"Exactly, because you care. You care about these people walking around, not knowing the danger that lurks in every shadow, every corner, every alleyway. You make sure that they don't have to know the fear and the pain that you go through. You make sure that they can laugh and love. You make it possible for them to LIVE. Live a life full of wonder and joy, because a life without any of these things, a life without love, isn't a life that's worth living. Take it from me Naomi, it's worth it to take the chance. The people who make us happy are never the people you expect. So when you find someone, you've got to cherish it." Giles rubs me reassuringly on the back, gives the side of my head a quick kiss, gets up from the table and starts to walk away into his office.

"Thank you, Giles." He turns around and smiles at me lovingly.

"I'm always here Naomi, lets not let it fester so much next time, alright?" I nod at him weakly, both of us knowing that I probably won't come to him right away. It's never easy for me to talk about my feelings, even with Giles.

"You should tell her. Tell Emily what you do, who you are. If you're ever going to love someone and make it work, she has to know the full truth. Besides, she's going to find out sooner or later, she's very bright." I nod, deciding to think about it more later.

"Now, enough of this talk. Go enjoy the rest of your day. Maybe make a little visit to a certain redhead." He winks at me and walks away and my heart beats faster just with the mention of Emily. I'm a goner.

I get home, with Effy's room as the goal in need of a spliff and simply some time with my best friend. Before I can even make it through the entryway I hear laughing and giggling from the kitchen. The distinct laughter of my mother, Cook and Effy, ricocheting throughout the house. A sound that always brings a smile to my face. I make my way into the kitchen, in serious need of a Garibaldi, thankfully my mother is never one to disappoint in that aspect.

"There's my beautiful daughter! How was training today dear?"

"Fine, the usual." I say reaching into the cupboard for the last biscuit, practically screaming for joy when I find it. I sit down across my Effy, my mother on my left and Cook on my right, content with doing nothing but sitting her all day, smoking spliff and hanging out.

"Really?" Effy asks, raising an eyebrow questioning me.

"Christ Eff, can I eat my biscuit and have a pass before you give me the twenty bloody questions?"

"Well she wouldn't have to do that dear if you simply answered our questions truthfully." I roll my eyes at my mother and give her the Campbell death glare.

"Naomi when are you going to learn, you can't con a con."

"Mom... that doesn't even make any sense!"

"Oh posh posh. Eat your biscuit and have spliff. And next time you leave Emily's house make sure that she takes the stick out of your ass."

Cook and Effy burst out laughing, obviously enjoying my pain.

"Remind me why I hang out with you two if you're going to side with my mother all the time?"

"Naomikins, you love us! And plus Gina's ace babe." Cook grabs me around the shoulder and pulls me into his side, ruffling my hair in the process. I playfully push him away and try to hide my smile and giggle but fail miserably.

"You're really much pretty when you smile." I throw Effy my middle finger much to her amusement.

"Alright then you lot, lets get the spliff lit."

A few hours later, a few spliff and more than enough vodka, we are all significantly happier and gigglier, this being just what I needed after the conversation that I had with Giles.

"Let's play a game!" My mother says rather loudly, making me jump a bit off my chair.

"What do you propose?" Effy asks.

"What about a little game of Give and Take?"

"What?" Effy, Cook and I ask her at the same time.

"Really what are they teaching you at that college. I'll be right back and then I'll explain the rules."

My mother comes back into the kitchen, with another bottle of vodka and a deck of cards. She puts them both on the table. "We are going to need these and..." She reaches into cupboard and pulls out eight shot glasses, giving us all two each. "...these." She pours them full to the brim with Vodka.

"Jesus mom. What kind of game is this?"

"Hush now dear. If you're balking at two shots then you have a big surprise for you by the end of this little game."

"Alright, I'm intrigued. How do you play this Gina?" Effy asks. My mum smiles at her and explains the rules.

Everyone gets fours cards, all facing up so that we can see the numbers. Then she puts one row of six cards facing down, so we can't see the numbers, and then another. One of these piles will be the the truth or take row and the other row will be the give and dare. The six cards in these rows represent a number of shots that must be taken, or in some cases given. The first card being two shots, the second three, the third being four and so on and so forth until the sixth card, which would be the seventh shot. This of course is normally done with beer, but we were being a bit ambitious and decided to use vodka. Great.

We first will start with the truth or take row with the first card, which represent two shots. We will flip this first card over and whoever has the same numbered card will have the option of either taking the shots or answering a truth that the entire table agrees upon. If no one has the card, then we have to take a card from the replacement deck that's off to the side. If two people have the same card then a rock, paper, scissor game will take place, the loser drinking and the winner having to choose between taking the shots or the truth.

After this we will go to the give and dare row of cards. The person that has the matching card has to give the shots to one person at the table but the catch is that they must then receive a dare from the person that they gave the shot to. If no one has the card or if it's a tie, it follows the same rule as the truth and take.

And lastly, if someone has drawn as Ace as one of their four cards then they have the ability to make a rule. If more than one person has an ace then it goes down to who has more aces or the winner of a rock, paper, scissors game. Essentially the only purpose of this game is to share things about ourselves and get monumentally fucked.

"I'm in!" Cook yells, downing two shots already. We all giggle at him. All of us agree to play as well, already drunk and stoned enough to not care about much.

Effy deals the cards to everyone, of course with her getting and Ace which means that she gets to make a rule. She smirks and looks around the table.

"Every time Naomi rolls her eyes, she has to take two shots." She smirks at me. Bitch!

"HA! Two shots already there blondie." I'm fucked.

A few rounds into the game and I am definitely drunk, I've rolled my eyes more than a few times and we've already finished the first bottle that mum brought out into the kitchen, forcing us to dig into our emergency stash.

"Alright Naoms, truth or take?" Effy asks.

"...Truth." The first time since we started the game that I've answered this way, at this point to drunk to care.

I see Effy give my mother a smug look, both of them obviously planning this the entire time, most likely the reason we even started to play this horrid game. Though I have to admit it's easier to talk about feelings this way. I have a suspicion that this game will become a regular at this table.

"Do you love Emily?" I feel my jaw drop, not expecting that to be asked at all. Sure I expected it to be about Emily, but never did I think she would ask this. I couldn't possibly love her, I've only know her for about two months. I couldn't! Sure I've felt more for her than anyone that I've ever had before but it's surely not love. I know that I feel warm and cold all at the same time when I'm around her. I know that I can pick her out in a room without even seeing her, almost like I can sense he presence, like I'm drawn to her. She makes me feel safe and dangerous at the same time. On edge and calm, brave, sexy, beautiful, you name it and I feel it around her. Do I love her?!

"I... uh...I." The alcohol making it difficult to express what I'm feeling.

"Sweet." Effy says.

"I'm so happy for you." My mom says as she grabs my hand, giving it a little squeeze.

"But...but I didn't even answer you." I hear Cook bellow next to me.

"Yes, you did blondie, even I saw tha' one." Fuck.

I put my head between my hands, pulling at my hair. "What the fuck am I going to do?!" I say into my hands.

"Well that's easy. I dare you to call her up right now and ask her on a date." Effy says, smirking.

"Eff, I'm way to drunk to do that. For chrissake I'm seeing two of you as it is." I say slurring my words a bit more than I would like to admit.

"The perfect time to do it then innit babes?" Cook says, hitting me on my back.

"Fuck." I pull my phone out of my pocket.

"Do you want us to leave dear?" I think about saying yes but Effy will just listen in anyways and tell them so I allow them to stay in the room. I dial Emily's number, my heart beating a million miles per minute.

"Hello?"

"Emily! Hey!" I yell into the phone louder than I intended to.

"Naomi?" She asks.

"Yeah. Alright listen yeah?"

"Okay..." I hear the curiosity and slight giggle in her voice.

"As of tonight, you are officially busy tomorrow starting at seven o'clock, so don't go making any plans."

"Am I? Don't I get a say in any of this?"

"Nope! Effy and I have agreed so it's final." I point out, not seeing how anyone could argue with that.

"Naomi are drunk?" She asks giggling, obliviously not being able to hide the slurring as much as I thought I could.

"I may have imbibed in a few or a lot of vodka."

"Naomi, it's not even eight o'clock!"

"Yeah well it's five o'clock somewhere!" I yell into the phone, totally impressed with my logic. I hear her giggle and laugh at me.

"I don't think that works after it's past five Naoms."

"Eh potato, puhtato! That's a right funny word...potato. Who thought of that rubbish? Pure nonsense I tell you." Emily outright laughs at me.

"Naomi, I think you should head to bed soon."

"Can't do that Em. You haven't answered my question."

"What question?"

"What'ya mean what question?! The one that I asked! Emily, I'm starting to think that you might be the drunk one. I'm making perfect sense!"

"Clearly." She giggles.

"Well then what'ya say Ems?"

"To what Naoms?"

"To our date tomorrow, obviously."

"Oh, so that's what that was then. You were asking me out on a date?" I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Yeah that's what I'm doing."

"I think you have to properly ask me." Cheeky bitch.

"Emily Fitch, will you go on a date with me tomorrow night at seven o'clock on the dot... your highness." I start to bow down but I soon realize that she can't see me. I start to giggle.

"You know I think that's the first time you've ever asked me something."

"Well answer it then." I can feel my heart slamming against my ribs, becoming sober in seconds.

"Yes. I'll go on a date with you tomorrow at seven o'clock... on the dot."

"Perfect! I will talk to you tomorrow then. It seems as if kitchen is rotating a bit, not really sure when that started. Goodnight Emily."

"Goodnight Naomi." I hang up the phone and can't help the smile that breaks out on my face.

"Well that went quite well then I take it?" My mother asks me.

"It did! We have a date tomorrow." I have never felt happier than I do in this moment.

"You should tell her." Effy says. I look at her questioning.

"What that I might lo-" Effy cuts me off.

"No. That your the slayer. She needs to know." I sigh deeply, my high slowly falling. That' two of the wisest and most important people in my life telling me to tell Emily. Maybe they both had a point? I can't fully commit to Emily without telling her. I decide to do it after our date, not wanting to spoil anything. If it goes sour than at least I will have one perfect memory of Emily and I together.

"Yeah, you're right Eff, I really think I do."

I pull up to Emily's house, absolutely shitting myself. I step out of the car, about ten minutes early, my anxiety rising by the minute. I take this extra time to light up a cigarette or five... I'm just putting out my last cigarette when I see the Fitch front door open.

"Plan on ringing the doorbell anytime soon or are you just going to continue to shorten your life more?" Leave it to Katie to give me a bit of perspective.

"I'm coming, keep your vagina on." I hear Katie scoff, trying to her laugh unsuccessfully.

"Right then Campbell, hurt her and your dead. I don't care that your like freakishly tall, I'll kick your as yeah?"

"Katiekins, you know you love me." I give her a wink and a playful smile.

"Whatever lezza, just don't fuck this up." She walks back into the house, leaving the door open for me to follow. I hesitate for a minute, totally frightened by what will greet me on the other side. Katie must have noticed that I haven't followed her because she turns back towards me.

"Don't worry, the parents aren't here right now." She gives me a reassuring smile. I walk into the house and make my way into the living room with Katie.

"EMILY! YOUR MUFF DIVER IS HERE!" Katie screams up the stairs.

"Always so tactful Katie." She shrugs at me and walks over to the couch, focusing on some bridal show that's on the telly.

"Is it true that your called dykes because you have to put your fingers in 'em? That's what Gordon McPhearson says." My jaw almost falls to the ground, it definitely would have if Emily hadn't warned me about her younger perverted brother James. Before I can respond to him though I see a hand come around the corner and smack him hard on the head.

"Ow Bitch! Jeez, I have a natural curiosity for a boy my age." I snigger at him.

"Just be thankful dads not here or you'd be on the naughty bar all night." I hear the voice of Emily say to him, for the first time realizing that is was her that gave James the smack across the head. Just as a few minutes before, I found myself with my mouth on the floor. Emily looked amazing. Dressed simply and casually in tight skinny jeans, vans, a simple red and black plaid button up shirt, with the cutest grey beanie ever. Who knew that an outfit so simple could cause so much feeling inside of me. I'm glad that she decided to go casual because I did as well in a simple pair of jeans, slight baggy, with a grey shirt underneath my combat jacket , all brought together with my combat boots. We make a right pair the two of us, if you saw us walking down the street together we would scream lesbian.

"If the both of you don't close your mouths soon then all of the bugs will fly into them." Katie says, attempting to pull our eyes away from each other but failing.

"Bloody lezzas I swear. Right, let me help. Emily you look so hot, me woman you woman, me like woman you like woman, monkey time. Naomi, you hot me hot, we get together it'd be hot." Katie says in a mock imitation of a caveman Emily and I. After her little show Katie pushes us both out of the door and yells at us to have a good time.

Emily and I look at each other, both unsure of what just happened and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Well then, since Katie oh so nicely got the beginning part of the date out of the way, lets get on with the rest then shall we?" I smile at Emily, taking her hand in mine. It felt so natural, holding her hand in mine, like we were made for each other. I think similar thoughts were running through Emily's mind because I saw a slight blush come to to her cheeks. She's so cute.

"After you m'lady." I mockingly bowed to her.

"No, no, lead on my fair prince." Both of us laughing at the others playfulness, we get into my car that my mother had thankfully bought for me about a year ago, she felt that saving the world from the apocalypse warranted a reward.

The ride to the restaurant was a short one, filled with small talk and comfortable moments of silence. I decided to go to a small and intimate Italian restaurant that I love, it's a place that my mum and I had found by accident one day on a walk near around the city. It's become our go to place, they know us there and we know them. It's like a second home, needless to say I've never brought anyone here before and I know the owner and her son is going to poke fun at me. They are Italian after all, it's in there nature.

We make our way into the small, quaint restaurant and take a seat. Before we can even look at the menu I hear my name being called. I take a deep breath, bracing myself for what's to come.

"Naomi! Dear girl, we haven't seen you in a while! You no like my food anymore?!" Gilda, the owner and head chef of the restaurant, jokes with me.

"Of course not Gilda! You know that you and Ralph make the best Italian food in town!"

"You're damn right we do. I'd pay to see these hip, uppity restaurants try and make a homemade ricotta! Pah! It'd be filth, my mother would roll in her grave." I laugh at her because of course the entire time her words are being enforced by her hand motions. Have you ever asked an Italian to sit on their hands and talk? They can't do it.

"And who is this?" Gilda asks me, looking at Emily.

"This is Emily... my date." Gilda's eyes go wide, her mouth practically on the floor.

"Meglio tardi, che mai! Casa senza fimmina 'mpuvirisci. I'm so happy for you bella. Food is on the house tonight."

"No Gilda, I'm paying don't be silly."

"I won't take no for an answer Naomi. Dinner is on me tonight. I recommend the veal and of course the gellato."

"Fine, but only because it's impossible to argue with you, you stubborn fool."

"That is true, once a guinea has there mind on something forgetaboutit." Gilda walks away chuckling to herself.

"Did she just call herself...?" Emily asks, referring to Gilda calling herself a guinea.

"Oh yeah, she did. But don't call an Italian that, they will get very angry. I learned that the hard way, I was a bit naive when I was younger sometimes."

"Duly noted." Emily takes a sip from her wine, which Gilda of course insisted is also on the house.

"Lets do a questions game. A question for a question." Emily says, before taking a big bite out of her chocolate gellato.

"Alright, lets do it. You first."

"Lets start simple. Favorite color?"

"Brown. You?" I ask without even hesitating. Like your eyes.

"Blue. Favorite movie?"

"That's easy, Imagine me and you. Have you seen Piper Perabo in that?!" Emily giggles and I ask her the same question.

"Hmm... probably August Rush."

"August Rush?! Seriously Ems, isn't that a kids movie!?"

"Don't make fun of me! It's a really heartfelt movie! Plus the music is amazing. Don't judge me until you see it." I snort at her.

"I'll have to take your word for it I guess."

"That's it, date number two is an August Rush viewing."

"Emily Fitch, very forward of you! And what exactly makes you think that you're getting a second date?!" I smile playfully at her.

"Because there will be."

"Bit cocky there aren't you?" I say finishing the last of my gellato.

"Not cocky. Confident." She smiles at me and we get lost in each others gaze for longer than is socially acceptable. Emily shakes her self out of her daze, taking a large sip of wine as I do the same.

"Have any deep dark secrets that no one knows about?" Emily asks playfully, trying to get back to the game we've been playing all dinner. I inhale quickly, not even realizing that I was doing it. I look down into my wine glass. How do I answer this?! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't tell her this now, not today, I can't. I continue this mental argument with my self for a bit longer until I feel Emily grab my hand.

"Naomi, it wasn't supposed to be a tough question. What's going on?" I look up into her eyes and see nothing but concern.

"It's nothing, it's..." I let my sentence run out, collecting myself and my thoughts. "There is something that I have to tell you, I just... I can't tell you right now. I can't tell you today. I need to work it through in my head, I need a bit more time, but I promise that I will tell you." I look her in the eyes.

"Naomi, you're scaring me a bit."

"Don't be scared Ems, it's nothing bad, I promise. It's just a difficult situation. You'll know soon." I grab her hand reassuringly, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Let's get out of here yeah?" Emily nods. We get up from the table and I grab Emily's hand out of instinct, I don't know how I held myself back from doing this for so long. We make our way outside of the restaurant, saying goodbye to Gilda before walking outside. Before we make it to the car I feel Emily stop walking behind me, causing me to stop because I was still holding her hand.

"What's up Em?"

"There's just something that I've been dying to do all night." She grabs me by the collar of my jacket and pulls me towards her, our lips colliding in the process. I here her moan into my mouth which only serves to spur me on even more. I run my tongue on her bottom lip, begging for entrance, which she quickly obliges. When our tongues make contact I feel my legs go a bit weak, Emily takes this opportunity to push me up against the car. Both of us biting and pulling at each other. Somehow my hands make in underneath her shirt and on her bare back, I shiver with the contact of skin on skin. Emily has her hands behind my head, her fingers playing with the hair a the back of my neck. She pulls on my hair a bit tougher than I expected, causing a low moan to come from my mouth. She uses my moment of shock to her advantage and quickly attaches her lips to my neck, working her way from the bottom of my neck to my pulse point. I gasp at the sensation, unable to form any coherent thoughts that aren't surrounded by Emily and the end goal of her being naked and wriggling underneath me. Before I can act out that particular vision though, I hear and feel my phone ringing in my pocket. Emily and I jump a bit, the vibration of the phone causing some... inappropriate feelings to occur. I reach into my pocket, not really paying attention to who is calling.

"H-Hello?"

"You owe me a tenner Cook, we definitely interrupted something." I hear Effy call into the background of the phone. I roll my eyes.

"What do you want Eff?"

"Hope you had your phone in your pocket Naoms, I sure hope that vibration hadn't go unused."

"Bitch, you turned it on vibrate didn't you?!"

"I may have, but that's the point. We're all going to the club, come and meet us." With that Effy hangs up, leaving no room for argument. I laugh at the brashness of my best mate.

"Fancy a dance Ems?"

For those wondering "Meglio tardi, che mai!" means "Better late than never" and "Casa senza fimmina 'mpuvirisci" means "How poor is a home without a woman!" its and an old Sicilian saying that my grandmother used to yell at my grandfather lol

So part 2 of the date will be in the next chapter. I'm super super excited for the next two or three chapters, I can't wait to get them written up, I've been trying to get there thee entire story! So next few chapters will be some major plot development. Yay!

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