Hello everybody! So here I sit at 1:30 am, typing out this author's note in total darkness and total blindness I might add as I can't find my glasses at the moment and can't see anything really, lol! That is either true commitment or obsession and I'm not totally sure which one it is at this point. I'm really loving writing this story and hearing from all of you, and it's kept me going to a point where this is the third day in a row that I've updated even though life has been quite hectic lately.

Thank you so much to all of you who are continuing to read, review, and add this story to your alerts and/or favourites! It makes me feel so immensely happy to know that people are reading this and liking it :)

And once again, this story is inspired by true events, but I have nothing to do with Skins and I sadly do not own these characters.

Chapter 3: A Female Equivalent to...

"Emily can you please stop hogging the hairdryer, these normally lovely blonde locks are starting to look much less than lovely!" I called out from my spot on the bed. I had the TV turned on and was watching the news in French, listening for weather updates and flight cancellations.

"I'm almost finished, Naoms, I promise!" She replied, earning an exasperated huff from me. I walked into the bathroom and froze at what I saw.

Emily. In a towel. Blow drying her hair. Emily's naked under that towel.

"Um, Naoms?"

I snapped out of it and raised my eyes up to her face to see that she was smiling slightly, almost looking like she was going to burst out laughing.

"As lovely as you look in those track pants and that t-shirt with a pig on it, you were right...your hair does look a bit of a mess," she said, still smiling. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"That wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't take half an hour blow drying your hair," I retorted as she laughed and turned the blow dryer off. She smiled at me mischievously and handed me the blow dryer before leaving the bathroom. I could only hope that she would put on some clothes so I could at least have a chance at not imagining her naked.

I blow dried my hair, making it look significantly better than it had a few minutes ago, and put on some chapstick. I turned to head back into the room and dig through my suitcase to find a pair of jeans – Emily and I were planning on heading down to the lobby, finding fags and maybe even dinner. We were more worried about the fags, though.

Emily was sat on the bed where I had been sitting minutes earlier, watching the news in French and frowning every once in a while at a story that caught her attention.

"Did you know that this soccer guy did something to this other soccer guy and some French people seem really pissed off about it?" She asked me with a playful smile. I laughed at her and pulled on a pair of jeans – yes I was comfortable enough around Emily to be in my knickers for a few brief moments before putting on a pair of jeans. I was also hoping she would be appreciating the view. I turned around after a few moments of hearing nothing from Emily and caught her checking me out. I smiled at her as she blushed and returned her attention to the TV.

"See something you like, Ems?" I taunted, shaking my ass in front of her as she laughed and slapped it. I feigned shock and gasped at her. "Emily! I am a lady! How dare you slap my ass as though I'm a horse!"

She laughed and turned off the TV before grabbing my hand and leading me out the door.

Two hours, two packs of fags, a bag of chips, and maybe a few too many drinks later, Emily and I returned back to our hotel room. My sober-self was screaming at me to stop grabbing her hand so much, stop staring at her ass so much, and to stop picturing her naked, for Christ's sake!

But my drunk self...ho, ho, ho, my drunk self was having a right laugh, "accidentally" grazing Emily's left breast, staring at her ass so much so that Emily noticed, grabbing her hand, dancing with her, drinking with her, and then convincing her to drink more even though she was definitely already drunk.

"This was such a bad idea, Naoms. It's midnight and we have to wake up at...4 in the morning to line up to get the coach for 6. What if we wake up," Emily started laughing uncontrollably at this point and fell on the bed, pulling me down with her. She turned on her side to face me, still laughing. "What if we wake up and we're still drunk! They won't let us on the plane!"

I laughed, but really I wasn't even listening to her anymore. The way she was looking at me was driving me mad. She stopped laughing, and her smile slowly faded when she noticed the way I was looking at her. I moved closer towards her, scooting closer on the bed. Her eyes darkened and she licked her lips before looking down at mine.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, making her shyly look down. "Ems," I whispered, moving even closer still. She looked up at me, the lustful look those crazy dark brown eyes making my legs feel like jelly.

I leaned in and gently brushed my lips against hers, barely even touching them really, but my god, the electric current that ran through my body at that moment of contact was like absolutely nothing I'd ever felt before. She pulled away slightly and licked her lips before leaning back into me, descending her lips upon mine. She took my bottom lip between hers and started sucking on it, still being so gentle with me.

This wasn't a typical drunken hook up. I'd never been so gentle, so caring with anyone I'd been with, really, drunk or sober.

Emily wrapped her arms around me as I threaded my fingers through her hair and rolled her over so I was straddling her. Her tongue gently brushed against my lips, asking for entrance, which I happily granted her.

My hands slowly descended from her hair, moving first to her collarbones and then to just above her breasts. I broke apart from the kiss, looking into those deep brown orbs as I pressed my hands into her, feeling every breath and every heart beat. I'd never felt so connected to anyone.

"Naoms," she whispered, her eyes hooded and lustful. "I want you so badly."

I kissed her again gently because I could sense that there was another part to what she was saying, a part that could include rejection and I didn't want to hear it. I wanted to stay in this moment with Emily, frozen, no words maiming whatever it is that I was feeling that made my heart hurt this much, but simultaneously made me feel higher than even the best drugs could.

She pulled away from my lips and looked up at me again. "Naoms," she whispered much more seriously this time. "I really do want this, I really do, but I can't."

There it was. I pulled away from her so I was basically sitting on top of her and closed my eyes. Ran my fingers through my hair frustratedly.

"I just don't want us to be drunk right now," she said, grabbing my hand and placing it on her chest. "I don't want to risk forgetting this."

I sighed heavily. If she wasn't being so logical or sweet and maybe if her boobs weren't looking so fucking fantastic I'd actually have the capacity to feel angry right now. But she was being logical and sweet and her boobs really did look fucking fantastic so I had to just go along with what she was saying. I huffed and laid down next to her, tangling my fingers through my hair.

"I wonder if there's a female equivalent to blue balls," I said after a few moments. Emily burst out laughing and cuddled into my side, dropping a kiss just below my collarbone.

"I'll make it up to you," she whispered as she continued to kiss down slightly lower, until she was kissing right where my heart was. "I promise."

And then she cuddled up into my side like some tiny baby koala bear and gave me a light kiss on the lips. Within minutes she was asleep, letting out a gentle yet feminine snore.

"I'm so fucked," I said to no one in particular.

My drunk mind couldn't help but note that I was most definitely not fucked.

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