Thank you all so much for the reviews you left last time! They really made me smile (and are part of the reason I chose to update so fast.) So, viola. I've done it. I've written my first Naomily kiss and it felt wonderful.

Enjoy~

It was bad.

The rest of the day included slightly to full blown panicky thoughts whilst she fidgeted in her seat during her class lectures. It's not like she hadn't been to a party before, so why was she stressing out so much? It was stupid to question herself. She knew why the thought scared her, though she pretended not to. Never before had she been directly invited by the source of all her confusion. Normally, she was just invited as a civility anyway; just to be polite. Considering her embarrassingly lack of friends, it was no surprise.

After school, Naomi went home, rummaging through her closet, trying to find something acceptable to wear. Most of her closet consisted of loud, floral patterned clothing, something she was often made fun of for. Not that she cared. She had trained herself not to. Fuck them if they didn't like it.

In the end, Naomi settled for a black and blue, plaid button-up shirt, and a purple skirt. Casual, but not too casual. Jesus, she really needed to get a handle on herself. Who even cared? It was just a fucking party for fucks sake. She stared at herself in the mirror, scowling for good effort. She did have to admit though. She looked pretty good.

She wanted to smack herself when the next thought that crossed her mind was I wonder if Emily would think so.

The next step was to waste time. The party didn't start until much later, and she wanted to show up late just for good measure. Try not to appear too desperate. So, she laid on her bed, flipping through magazines, and anything else that could occupy her thoughts. With every magazine she held to her face, she'd space out, letting her thoughts take control of her. Before she knew it, she was knee deep in fantasized scenarios whilst she stared through whatever she was meant to be reading.

Maybe this time she should plan a little better. Make a list, perhaps? The last thing she needed was to freeze up again. She opened her desk drawer, getting out a notebook and setting it on top. Just as she put a pencil to it, she stopped. Was she seriously doing this? A bout of anger surged through her, and without thinking she picked up the notebook and tossed it across her room. No. No lists! Christ, this was getting way too out of hand. That girl was making her life miserable.

Naomi tried to appear calm as she leaned against the wall, away from most of the people at the party. The place was filled with smoke as everyone passed a spliff to one another, or choosing to light one up themselves. The music was deafening loud – the point of which Naomi couldn't hear herself think. In one hand, she held a cup, and in the other, her own spliff. She alternated between taking a sip and taking a puff, trying her best to calm her frazzled nerves. The spliff working wonders as she felt herself relaxing.

Her eyes darted around the room, more specifically, the door anytime it was opened. Despite arriving late like she originally planned, Emily was nowhere to be seen. Beforehand, Naomi had made a quick trip around the house to make sure she hadn't missed anything, retiring to her corner when she came up empty. She sighed, taking a huge gulp out of the drink she had in her hand. She didn't even know why she was doing this. Everything in her head had been in such a permanent state of disarray for the past few...years? Months? When did it really start, anyway? Naomi may have liked her from the beginning, but it was easy to ignore. At first. The longer her little...crush...went on, the harder it became for her to distance herself. She still wanted to distance herself, but at the same time, she didn't. She wanted to learn as much about that petite, little redhead as she could.

She scowled when a boy her aged approached her, trashed to the point he couldn't even walk in a straight line. He stumbled over to her, and stood directly in front of her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"What d'ya say ta havin' a go with me, pretty lady. I'll show ya a nice time alright." He leaned forward, seemingly intent on kissing her. He frowned when she pushed him away.

"Fuck off, would you?" She sneered at him, turning her head away from him, hoping that would be the end of it

"Aw c'mon, babe," he continued, "I wanna ride 'nd you wanna ride. Let's not waste time."

"Look, I told you-"

"Do we have a problem here?"

Naomi nearly shot through the roof when that oh-so-husky voice she came to know interrupted her. Of all times for her to show up, she had to pick the time where she was least prepared. Slowly, she turned her head, as if she was about to see a monster. There Emily stood, barely up to the man's shoulder. She was frowning at him, an oddly cute expression for what she was trying to express.

"Jeez, no need ta be so f...feisty." The boy swayed from side to side, "If ya want, you could join us. Up fer a threesome, eh?" Emily shot him a disgusted look, and pushed him just enough so he'd get the message. What she hadn't counted on was the guy crashing to the ground, stilling when he hit the floor.

A shocked pause was felt between the two.

"Shit, I think you killed him," Naomi said.

"I...I didn't mean to! I was just trying to help!" Emily cried, a slight slur in her voice, and her face already sweaty. Was she fucked already? How long had she been there?

Naomi couldn't help the laughter from bubbling up when the guy started snoring.

"That was not funny!" Despite herself, Emily started to giggle. Once their laughter died down, silence fell between them. The two began their familiar staring game, Naomi bringing the spliff to her lips, slowly inhaling. The entire time, those beautiful brown eyes boring into hers. When she took it away, she exhaled, hoping to fill the silence between the two of them, despite the loud, booming music.

Suddenly, Emily piped up a: "Maybe we should go somewhere quieter. I can't hear myself think."

Funny. Weren't those her exact thoughts just moments ago?

In spite of the sinking feeling in her stomach surfacing, she nodded. Wasn't this the chance she had been waiting for? Following Emily, who seemed to know the house much better than she did, she shot her a questioning look. "How long have you been here for?"

"Oh, I don't know. A few minutes maybe? Katie wanted to go somewhere before we got here and..." She trailed off, shrugging, "What about you?"

"Uh, I just got here," she lied. She had to have been there for at least half an hour, but who could really know? Time seemed to speed up when she got enough chemicals in her system. For all she knew, she could have been there for hours.

The two of them slowed to a stop on the porch behind the house. The music muffled by the walls allowed for regular conversation, and despite a few stragglers, they were mostly alone. Emily slid down to a sitting position, her back against the wall. She reached up and lightly tugged on Naomi's hand, signaling her to have a seat next to her. The blonde obliged, sitting next to her, but putting enough space between the two of them so she didn't feel too uncomfortable. She could still feel a tingle in her hand after Emily pulled away.

"Soooo, thanks for coming." Emily started after a slight pause between the two of them. It started to seem like second nature for awkward silences to form around them. Sometimes it wasn't too bad, but other times it made her want to rip her hair out. Luckily, she was as calm as she was going to get with Emily sitting next to her.

"I guess I should thank you for the invite, but I don't really know why you invited me in the first place. It's not like I know anyone here."

This time it was Emily's turn to pause. Her eyes squinted at Naomi before darting away. "Well, I thought it would be nice if you showed up." She shifted, turning to face Naomi. She stuck her hand out, "Hello, I'm Emily. Nice to meet you."

Naomi stared at her hand, "What are you doing?"

"I don't think we've been officially introduced," her lips twitched at first, then she broke into a huge grin.

Naomi bit her lip, her gaze focused on her face. It was hard to concentrate over her adorable smile. After a moment, she glanced at Emily's hand, taking it in her own. "Nice to meet you, Emily. My name is Naomi. How do you do?" She asked sarcastically. At that, both of them broke into a fit of laughter.

Somehow, it was easier to talk to Emily now, and that's what the two of them spent most of the night doing. Of course, that didn't mean Naomi wasn't freaked out of her mind. She was. It was more that she had gotten used to the yearning she felt, and pushed it back somewhere in the dark corner of her head. Even if she spent a majority of the night wanting Emily in her arms, there was no way she was going to allow herself to do so. Longing was not a useful emotion to her. It was best if she just pretended it wasn't there.

After a while, there was another pause. Only this time it wasn't awkward. Rather it was filled with a strange...tension. The sinking feeling in her stomach was back with a vengeance when she saw Emily's gaze drop down to her lips and then back up to her face. "Naomi?"

That husky tone sent her on edge. "Yeah?"

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

She froze. "No...I haven't."

Emily shook her head, her gaze focused on Naomi's lips again. "Neither have I." Her breath caught in her throat as Emily began to learn forward, cautiously, as if Naomi would pull away.

Which she should have.

Which she didn't.

Instead, she waited. Waited to feel those beautiful lips on her own, waited for her entire world to come crashing down around her, waited for her life to come to an end as she knew it. The beautiful girl she'd spent day and night thinking about initiated this clever little game of cat and mouse. Only this time, Naomi was the mouse waiting to be caught.

When she finally felt Emily's lips on her own, it was like a bomb went off. The past few years she did nothing but push thoughts of Emily away, but here she was. Kissing the girl of her dreams.

And oh god did she kiss. She never wanted to stop. Before she knew it, her hands held a fistful of her hair as she kissed her back with much more passion than she'd ever done with anything in her entire life. It was like she couldn't control herself. Not that Emily seemed to mind much. Naomi felt her smirk into the kiss as she kissed her back. Emily's hands cradled her cheek as she struggled to get even closer.

Each time one of them would pull back for air, they would bring their lips back together with even more force than before, switching angles every once in a while to get more comfortable. Even through the muffled music, the sounds the two of them made seemed to echo into the night. The slight smacking of their lips, or the hitching of their breath drove Naomi wild while Emily leaned forward even more, practically on top of her.

Just as she thought it was never going to end, Emily's warmth suddenly disappeared. She frowned, still hazy from the sudden removal of Emily's lips. Naomi looked up to see the same brown eyes as before. Wait, why were they filled with anger?

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO MY SISTER?!"

Oh, it was Katie.

"YOU STUPID LEZZER BITCH! DON'T FORCE YOURSELF ON MY SISTER, YOU FUCKING SLAG!"

Jesus, she was loud.

"WHY DON'T YOU FIND SOMEONE YOUR OWN TYPE, MUFF MUNCHING BITCH!"

Seriously, when was she going to shut the fuck up?

"SHE FORCED HERSELF ON YOU, DIDN'T SHE EMILY?!"

That made Naomi pause. She may not have cared what Katie thought, though she was sure her life at school was going to be hell for the rest of her life, but she did care about what Emily said. Clearly, Emily was the one who kissed her first.

Naomi's eyes narrowed when she saw Emily nod wildly, her trust betrayed.

"Nao-" Emily reached out for her, Katie smacking her hand down.

"You know what? Save it." Naomi pushed past the twins, her heart heavy. She had to get out of there. Now.