Hello everybody! Here's the second update of the week - I've managed to stick to my Wednesday and Friday updating schedule so far! Thanks so much to those of you who continue to review and add this story to your alerts/favourites, it really means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

And once again I have nothing to do with Skins but this is based on real events.

Chapter 8: Gina

As the train pulled into King's Cross station, every passenger clapped and cheered, Emily and I a little louder than the others, likely due to the two glasses of wine we had flowing in our systems.

"Oh, God, Naomi, I'm gonna meet your mum and she's going to think I'm drunk!" Emily said between laughs and hiccups as we grabbed our bags and loaded them off the train.

"Don't worry about it, Ems, mum's probably brought some form of alcohol to greet us with anyway," I said as she handed me the last bag and then hopped off the train. "Besides, you are slightly drunk."

She laughed and hit me playfully on the arm as we started pulling our suitcases off the platform. "You had the same amount of wine as I did and yet you're not drunk at all!" She said with a slight pout, making her look even cuter. Half of me wanted to pinch her cheeks and kiss her on the nose, and the other half wanted to do much dirtier things to those perfectly plump pink lips.

"Yes, but Ems, you're half Oompa Loompa," I said seriously as she stared at me bemusedly. "Such tiny creatures aren't meant to handle so much alcohol, darling."

Emily looked over my shoulder, as I'd stopped to turn around and talk to her, and she smiled at me.

"Naomi, you never told me your mum was a cowgirl," she said playfully as I shot her a confused look. She pointed over my shoulder, and surely when I looked over, Gina was standing there waving her arms in the air...wearing a cowboy hat.

"She looks exactly like you, Naoms," Emily said with a smile. "And now I can't stop picturing you with a cowboy hat and boots on...and nothing else."

And with that she pushed me towards my mother as my face flushed a shade of crimson I didn't know existed.

"H-hello, mum," I said, clearing my throat awkwardly as I tried to stop imagining Emily kissing me, Emily's hands all over my body, Emily's-

"And this is Emily," I said as I grabbed Emily's hand and dragged her over to us.

"Hello, Emily, love, it's wonderful to finally meet you!" My mum said as she grabbed Emily forcefully and hugged her. I smiled as my mum looked up at me over Emily's shoulder and gave me a thumbs up and a joyous smile.

"Mum," I said as soon as my mum let Emily go. "May I ask why you're wearing a cowboy hat?"

My mum blushed and apologized for looking like an idiot before explaining. "I left the house in such a rush, I asked Kieran to find me a hat and this was the only thing he could find for me. I was already running late for the train so I told him he was a twat and then I left."

I smiled as I watched Emily desperately try not to burst out laughing. My mum rolled her eyes and shrugged before she smiled at us and grabbed some of our bags and lead us out of the station.

"We've got to take the tube and get to Paddington since our train tomorrow is leaving from there and the B&B I've booked for us is there. It'll be a right pain in the ass getting all these bags down the stairs to the tube but with the three of us I'm sure we can manage," she said as she shot us an apologetic look. The idea of carrying all our bags down the stairs to get to the tube would have normally pissed me off, but I felt so happy that I was finally back in England and that I was seeing my mum for the first time in weeks that it didn't really matter to me.

"That's alright, mum, I'm sure we'll be fine, right Ems?" Emily nodded at me and smiled as we finally reached the stairs to get down to the tube. We obviously weren't going to be able to take down all the bags at once as Emily and I had two bags each. We decided that my mum and I would do the first set of bags while Emily waited at the top of the stairs with the other two. I left my mum at the bottom of the stairs with the two bags we'd already carried down and went back up to get another bag, and Emily carried down another one.

Mum had already taken off the baggage tags from the two bags she was guarding, and told Emily and I to do the same, muttering something about dodgy people being on the tube this late at night.

We got on the tube a few minutes later, having the car completely to ourselves. Emily and I told mum all about everything that happened in Paris, told her all about Euro Disney and the suitcase fort we built and the officers who asked us to stop smoking in the train station. It all seemed hilarious now that we were finally home.

We got to Paddington and walked around the streets as my mum tried to remember where the B&B she booked for us was. After a while of searching the street lamp lit streets, we found it and dropped our bags off in our rooms – one for Emily and I, and one for my mum. We went back out to explore a bit and found a chippie.

"Jesus, Ems, that haddock was the size of your face, you must've been hungry," I commented as Emily hit my shoulder playfully and ate the rest of her chips.

"Well from what I've heard you two have been surviving on cigarettes and wine for the past two days. I'm not surprised she's hungry!" My mum commented. Emily smiled at her as my mum grabbed her and hugged her. "I'm so happy you two are finally home. Emily, you live in Bristol as well, right?"

Emily nodded and my mum almost squealed in delight before enthusing about us all taking the train back to Bristol tomorrow and how Emily could come round for Christmas dinner. Emily smiled at her and shot me an amused look and smiled brightly at me as well.

"Bloody hell, I think I ate too much," Emily said, flopping down onto our queen sized bed as I washed my face and brushed my teeth.

"Aw, Emsie, do you have a tummy ache?" I said as I walked out of the bathroom and flopped onto the bed next to her as she nodded and groaned. I lifted up her pyjama top and kissed her stomach before rubbing it gently. She closed her eyes and threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling at it gently and twirling it through her fingers.

"Thank you, Naomi," she whispered quietly. I leaned up above her and stared down into her deep brown eyes. "For everything," she added. "I really wouldn't have been able to do any of this without you."

She leaned up and kissed me gently, her lips soft and gentle against mine as her tongue ran against my bottom lip. Our tongues met and she moaned softly against my lips as her fingers pulled slightly more aggressively at my hair. We let the kiss die down and eventually we were just kissing each other chastely before she sighed. I opened my eyes and broke our lips apart, looking into her eyes and saw pure contentment. She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

I rested my head on her shoulder and cuddled into her side as she traced patterns into my hip.

"Goodnight, Naoms," she whispered before kissing my hair and pulling the covers over us.

"Goodnight, Ems."

The sound of her heartbeat lulled me to sleep, thoughts of trains and Bristol and Emily and home dancing before my eyes.

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