Family Affair (Part 3)
Title: Family Affair (Part 3)
Author: xjekkix
Rating: PG-13 - some swearing and pending sexy time.
Word Count: 729
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, or its characters.
Summary: Naomi and Emily go to a family reunion.
Emily struggles as she pulls her panties back up. She rests her arm on Naomi's shoulder as she does so, trying her hardest to remain upright.
A fit of laughter overtakes her and she stumbles, taking Naomi to the ground with her. The two lay, innocently tangled together, giggling as they jointedly manage to stand up again.
"You're such a fucking lush," Naomi says to the redhead, pushing her out the bathroom door. She's worried her family will wonder where they've been gone for so long.
Down the hall, they run into Uncle Jack who sits looking as forlorn as before. Naomi forces a smile in his direction when she notices the back of Emily's skirt is tucked into her lacy unders. She nudges the girl, who tugs at the material and rights the situation.
Emily looks at Uncle Jack and back to Naomi, embarrassed and guilty before she runs into the kitchen in search of a glass of water. She's decided it may be time to sober up a little - at least before she makes an ass of herself at dinner.
"You don't have to lie about it, y'know?" Naomi's uncle says to her, approaching her slowly.
"I haven't a clue what you're talking about," Naomi responds straight faced.
"It doesn't matter what they think, Nam." The blonde looks at him seriously, shocked. He hasn't called her Nam since she was a toddler; it reminds her of when she and her uncle were inseparable.
"Right, well I don't care obviously." She pushes the man out of her way and goes to find Emily, terrified of how much her uncle seems to know about her relationship with Emily.
She finds Emily in the kitchen chatting to her mother, another stiff drink in hand despite her mission to find water. Naomi laughs and watches the girl sip slowly at her beverage.
"Hey mum, when's dinner?"
"Soon, dear. Why don't you give Miss Fitch here a tour of the house, hmm? Then you won't be in the way while we're cooking." Naomi knows her mum means well and so she smiles, gently encouraging Emily ahead of her.
Back in the hallway again, the girls laugh about Emily's mortifying wardrobe malfunction. "I told you I'd need your help," Emily says, giggling mischievously.
The two walk up a set of old-fashioned stairs, holding tightly to the railings. "Well, this is upstairs," Naomi says. "There's another loo up here and a few bedrooms. Nothing too exciting."
"Well, show me the rooms then. You're a dreadful tour guide, you," she says, nudging the taller blonde playfully.
"And you'd do a fucking better job, I'm sure." Naomi pushes the redhead into one of the smaller bedrooms.
"Yeh, I'd show you each and every room thoroughly, no doubt." She winks but Naomi isn't paying attention. They exit the room and enter the next closest down the hall.
"This is the master room, as you can see," Naomi says, faking a cheesy American accent. "Rumour has it the bed sheets are made from lush Egyptian cotton and the pillows are all made of velour."
Emily wanders around behind her as she speaks and tries to be sneaky as she closes the door.
"What're you doing? There's another room to see yet," Naomi says, her eyes wide.
"Yeh. But I'd like to see some more of this room." Emily's eyes are smoky and full of desire. She knows what she wants and Naomi knows how determined she is - no matter what, she always gets it.
"Ems, not here. My entire family is downstairs." Naomi's voice shakes nervously, her palms become sweaty. She feels moist everywhere - yes, everywhere.
"They're all ripped. And besides, I promise it won't take long. I've been wanting this since we stopped at that gas station."
Naomi wants so badly to say no but when she opens her mouth to speak, nothing comes out and instead Emily's tongue invites itself in. She lifts her arms and places her palms on the redhead's porcelain cheeks, resigning herself to the inevitable.
After a moment Emily pulls away and she grins at her. "Well, let's get this over with then," Naomi says, gently shoving the girl down and onto the bed. She climbs on after her, but the smaller girl turns the tables and pins her aggressively.
Mmm, Egyptian cotton. Just as lovely as they say.
Author: xjekkix
Rating: PG-13 - some swearing and pending sexy time.
Word Count: 729
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, or its characters.
Summary: Naomi and Emily go to a family reunion.
Emily struggles as she pulls her panties back up. She rests her arm on Naomi's shoulder as she does so, trying her hardest to remain upright.
A fit of laughter overtakes her and she stumbles, taking Naomi to the ground with her. The two lay, innocently tangled together, giggling as they jointedly manage to stand up again.
"You're such a fucking lush," Naomi says to the redhead, pushing her out the bathroom door. She's worried her family will wonder where they've been gone for so long.
Down the hall, they run into Uncle Jack who sits looking as forlorn as before. Naomi forces a smile in his direction when she notices the back of Emily's skirt is tucked into her lacy unders. She nudges the girl, who tugs at the material and rights the situation.
Emily looks at Uncle Jack and back to Naomi, embarrassed and guilty before she runs into the kitchen in search of a glass of water. She's decided it may be time to sober up a little - at least before she makes an ass of herself at dinner.
"You don't have to lie about it, y'know?" Naomi's uncle says to her, approaching her slowly.
"I haven't a clue what you're talking about," Naomi responds straight faced.
"It doesn't matter what they think, Nam." The blonde looks at him seriously, shocked. He hasn't called her Nam since she was a toddler; it reminds her of when she and her uncle were inseparable.
"Right, well I don't care obviously." She pushes the man out of her way and goes to find Emily, terrified of how much her uncle seems to know about her relationship with Emily.
She finds Emily in the kitchen chatting to her mother, another stiff drink in hand despite her mission to find water. Naomi laughs and watches the girl sip slowly at her beverage.
"Hey mum, when's dinner?"
"Soon, dear. Why don't you give Miss Fitch here a tour of the house, hmm? Then you won't be in the way while we're cooking." Naomi knows her mum means well and so she smiles, gently encouraging Emily ahead of her.
Back in the hallway again, the girls laugh about Emily's mortifying wardrobe malfunction. "I told you I'd need your help," Emily says, giggling mischievously.
The two walk up a set of old-fashioned stairs, holding tightly to the railings. "Well, this is upstairs," Naomi says. "There's another loo up here and a few bedrooms. Nothing too exciting."
"Well, show me the rooms then. You're a dreadful tour guide, you," she says, nudging the taller blonde playfully.
"And you'd do a fucking better job, I'm sure." Naomi pushes the redhead into one of the smaller bedrooms.
"Yeh, I'd show you each and every room thoroughly, no doubt." She winks but Naomi isn't paying attention. They exit the room and enter the next closest down the hall.
"This is the master room, as you can see," Naomi says, faking a cheesy American accent. "Rumour has it the bed sheets are made from lush Egyptian cotton and the pillows are all made of velour."
Emily wanders around behind her as she speaks and tries to be sneaky as she closes the door.
"What're you doing? There's another room to see yet," Naomi says, her eyes wide.
"Yeh. But I'd like to see some more of this room." Emily's eyes are smoky and full of desire. She knows what she wants and Naomi knows how determined she is - no matter what, she always gets it.
"Ems, not here. My entire family is downstairs." Naomi's voice shakes nervously, her palms become sweaty. She feels moist everywhere - yes, everywhere.
"They're all ripped. And besides, I promise it won't take long. I've been wanting this since we stopped at that gas station."
Naomi wants so badly to say no but when she opens her mouth to speak, nothing comes out and instead Emily's tongue invites itself in. She lifts her arms and places her palms on the redhead's porcelain cheeks, resigning herself to the inevitable.
After a moment Emily pulls away and she grins at her. "Well, let's get this over with then," Naomi says, gently shoving the girl down and onto the bed. She climbs on after her, but the smaller girl turns the tables and pins her aggressively.
Mmm, Egyptian cotton. Just as lovely as they say.