It's not that easy... Part Deux
So lovely people of LJ land, as I had the whole weekend to myself I thought I would do the next part of my little Naomi Fic, please be aware that it's not been beta'd and i've literally only just finished it, so this post may well get edited later on (i'll alert you to it if it has)...
I've been listening to the various melodic backing tracks of the Skins s3 episode (and downloading a number of them) so hopefully the skins feeling has infiltrated my skin a little...
Comments are always welcome, positive or constructive, it'll probably be a while till part three is up (if people want it) as i've got school work, and real work, but i'll keep you posted.
Enjoy...
PS: I totally want Naomi's jumper from series 3 episode 9 when she gets up from the exam desk... lol!
Naomi had managed to sit through a whole hour of conversation entirely focused on the crop rotation plans that her Mum’s ‘friends’ were developing. For the first 20 minutes she ate the cardboard like dinner in front of her and she was almost able to kid herself that she was interested in what they were saying. Honestly though, she knew that it was just a way of distracting herself from her earlier dream, she knew any mention of carrots or seasonal potatoes could not lead her to imagining Emily gently kissing down her neck and catching the sensitive bit of her throat causing her to moan.
“Naomi, what do you think love?” Her mum interjected her thoughts, causing her to snap her head up and catch the entire table staring at her, as they had been for the last few minutes as she made concentric circles out of her peas.
“Everyone can always eat potatoes, right?” Naomi guessed, hoping that the last few moments hadn’t included a dramatic switch in conversation.
Peter saved her, “Potatoes are god’s gift to us, where would we be without them ey?” and with that comment the table fell again into a comfortable murmur. Naomi sighed and let her fork drop onto her plate, dissecting the circles she’d made.
“Yeah, potatoes, definitely” was all Naomi could manage before she caught her Mum’s eyes and saw concern staring back at her.
“I’m fine” She mouthed, sure that that would be enough just to keep her off her back, this was definitely not something she wanted to discuss with her Mum, she would only try and pull the feelings out of her, gently stroke her arm and tell her that stuff like this was completely normal.
Eventually released from her obligations at dinner when another of the houseguests reported an escaped rabbit in the vegetable patch Naomi escaped up to her bedroom. Flipping open her phone she scrolled through the numbers, spotting Emily’s name scream at her, as if it were highlighted with a bright light calling her eyes to it, persuading her to call the number attached.
“Hey” Naomi mumbled as the two lines connected.
“Hey yourself…” Emily quietly replied.
“Urm, this English essay, Hamlet, I… Could you... Maybe… urm” Naomi stumbled over her words, subconsciously biting her bottom lip and she attempted to have a normal conversation with the girl who had been dancing through her dreams.
“I think what you’re trying to say Nai, is ‘please help me with my essay as I’m shit’ yeah?” Emily laughed as she began to stuff her notes in her bag and grabbed a few highlighters that had skidded across her desk.
“Yeah, something like that, you’re really good at it and the teacher really likes you… “
“I’ll be there in about 10 minutes yeah, it’s the yellow one right?” Emily slipped her green shoes on and slammed the door behind her, deciding to walk rather than grab her bike.
“Yeah, Yellow one… and Em’s…”
“Yeah?” Emily replied.
“Thank you…” Naomi whispered.
Emily smiled into the phone and hung up, letting the image of Naomi dance across her mind.
As she heard the line click dead Naomi looked around her bedroom, for the first time seeing it as a guest would, the posters that adorn her walls and the conflicting colours that mark her duvet and carpet.
“Shit” she exclaimed, “What the fuck do I do with this lot” pushing the stray hair from her eyes and tucking it behind her ears she set to work, frantically pushing anything that looked at odds with the image she thought everyone had of her under the bed. She straightened the mirror and lit all the lamps, desperate to avoid looking like she was trying hard she only half made the bed, just pulling the corners up to cover the pillows.
A quick succession of knocks came on her bedroom door causing Naomi to swing round rather violently and loose her balance, finding herself sat rather unceremoniously on the corner of her bed.
“Yeah,” She responded.
“It would seem that you have a visitor, a lady going by the name of Emily.” Random houseguest number four gently pushed open her door and stuck his head around.
“Ok to let her in?” he asked.
“Yeah, course, whatever, yeah” Naomi stuttered. She could hear a giggle erupt from the corridor.
“Way to be cool there Nai…” as Emily poked her head around the door, still clutching her stomach and laughing.
“Shut up Ems” Naomi scowled at her, “Are you coming in to help me or just to laugh at me?”
“Ok, I’m stopping laughing now, promise” Emily said letting her laughing subside into a smirk.
Emily threw her bag down and joined Naomi on the edge of the bed, glancing around she spotted the half finished essay on Naomi’s desk.
“Already started then?” she turned to look at her.
“Yeah, just can’t seem to finish it, I don’t really have a closing argument, a reason for it all you know…” she risked looking up and found herself staring into the deep eyes of Emily, who had been watching her for the last few moments.
“Spliff first, then work?” Emily suggested.
“Yeah, sounds good,” and with that she fell back on the bed and grabbed the spliff from her bedside table.
“Light” Emily offered as she fell back next to Naomi. Their arms grazed and each one felt their skin tingle with anticipation, each hair raising to attention where the skin had touched.
With the spliff burning and the smoke dancing above them Emily caught Naomi’s little finger with her own, letting the small amount of contact burn through their veins so that all Naomi could think of was what that body had felt like on top of her, and how difficult it was going to be to be stoned, and alone, with her, in her bedroom.
I've been listening to the various melodic backing tracks of the Skins s3 episode (and downloading a number of them) so hopefully the skins feeling has infiltrated my skin a little...
Comments are always welcome, positive or constructive, it'll probably be a while till part three is up (if people want it) as i've got school work, and real work, but i'll keep you posted.
Enjoy...
PS: I totally want Naomi's jumper from series 3 episode 9 when she gets up from the exam desk... lol!
Naomi had managed to sit through a whole hour of conversation entirely focused on the crop rotation plans that her Mum’s ‘friends’ were developing. For the first 20 minutes she ate the cardboard like dinner in front of her and she was almost able to kid herself that she was interested in what they were saying. Honestly though, she knew that it was just a way of distracting herself from her earlier dream, she knew any mention of carrots or seasonal potatoes could not lead her to imagining Emily gently kissing down her neck and catching the sensitive bit of her throat causing her to moan.
“Naomi, what do you think love?” Her mum interjected her thoughts, causing her to snap her head up and catch the entire table staring at her, as they had been for the last few minutes as she made concentric circles out of her peas.
“Everyone can always eat potatoes, right?” Naomi guessed, hoping that the last few moments hadn’t included a dramatic switch in conversation.
Peter saved her, “Potatoes are god’s gift to us, where would we be without them ey?” and with that comment the table fell again into a comfortable murmur. Naomi sighed and let her fork drop onto her plate, dissecting the circles she’d made.
“Yeah, potatoes, definitely” was all Naomi could manage before she caught her Mum’s eyes and saw concern staring back at her.
“I’m fine” She mouthed, sure that that would be enough just to keep her off her back, this was definitely not something she wanted to discuss with her Mum, she would only try and pull the feelings out of her, gently stroke her arm and tell her that stuff like this was completely normal.
Eventually released from her obligations at dinner when another of the houseguests reported an escaped rabbit in the vegetable patch Naomi escaped up to her bedroom. Flipping open her phone she scrolled through the numbers, spotting Emily’s name scream at her, as if it were highlighted with a bright light calling her eyes to it, persuading her to call the number attached.
“Hey” Naomi mumbled as the two lines connected.
“Hey yourself…” Emily quietly replied.
“Urm, this English essay, Hamlet, I… Could you... Maybe… urm” Naomi stumbled over her words, subconsciously biting her bottom lip and she attempted to have a normal conversation with the girl who had been dancing through her dreams.
“I think what you’re trying to say Nai, is ‘please help me with my essay as I’m shit’ yeah?” Emily laughed as she began to stuff her notes in her bag and grabbed a few highlighters that had skidded across her desk.
“Yeah, something like that, you’re really good at it and the teacher really likes you… “
“I’ll be there in about 10 minutes yeah, it’s the yellow one right?” Emily slipped her green shoes on and slammed the door behind her, deciding to walk rather than grab her bike.
“Yeah, Yellow one… and Em’s…”
“Yeah?” Emily replied.
“Thank you…” Naomi whispered.
Emily smiled into the phone and hung up, letting the image of Naomi dance across her mind.
As she heard the line click dead Naomi looked around her bedroom, for the first time seeing it as a guest would, the posters that adorn her walls and the conflicting colours that mark her duvet and carpet.
“Shit” she exclaimed, “What the fuck do I do with this lot” pushing the stray hair from her eyes and tucking it behind her ears she set to work, frantically pushing anything that looked at odds with the image she thought everyone had of her under the bed. She straightened the mirror and lit all the lamps, desperate to avoid looking like she was trying hard she only half made the bed, just pulling the corners up to cover the pillows.
A quick succession of knocks came on her bedroom door causing Naomi to swing round rather violently and loose her balance, finding herself sat rather unceremoniously on the corner of her bed.
“Yeah,” She responded.
“It would seem that you have a visitor, a lady going by the name of Emily.” Random houseguest number four gently pushed open her door and stuck his head around.
“Ok to let her in?” he asked.
“Yeah, course, whatever, yeah” Naomi stuttered. She could hear a giggle erupt from the corridor.
“Way to be cool there Nai…” as Emily poked her head around the door, still clutching her stomach and laughing.
“Shut up Ems” Naomi scowled at her, “Are you coming in to help me or just to laugh at me?”
“Ok, I’m stopping laughing now, promise” Emily said letting her laughing subside into a smirk.
Emily threw her bag down and joined Naomi on the edge of the bed, glancing around she spotted the half finished essay on Naomi’s desk.
“Already started then?” she turned to look at her.
“Yeah, just can’t seem to finish it, I don’t really have a closing argument, a reason for it all you know…” she risked looking up and found herself staring into the deep eyes of Emily, who had been watching her for the last few moments.
“Spliff first, then work?” Emily suggested.
“Yeah, sounds good,” and with that she fell back on the bed and grabbed the spliff from her bedside table.
“Light” Emily offered as she fell back next to Naomi. Their arms grazed and each one felt their skin tingle with anticipation, each hair raising to attention where the skin had touched.
With the spliff burning and the smoke dancing above them Emily caught Naomi’s little finger with her own, letting the small amount of contact burn through their veins so that all Naomi could think of was what that body had felt like on top of her, and how difficult it was going to be to be stoned, and alone, with her, in her bedroom.