charliec101

Author: charliec101
Disclaimer: skins is not mine and that makes me moody
Pairing: Naomily
Rating: PG-13
Summary: My second fic this time about grown up Naomily, with Katie and Effy along for the ride.

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Naomi’s POV


“You sure you want to spend the next few hours with your mum Ems?” I ask looking at her as we stand outside the front door of her parent’s house, “you can come with me to the office if you want and then I’m seeing Effy after, says she wants to have a chat.”

“Nah, I haven’t seen them all week so it’s probably better if I stay here, I’ll give you call if my mum gets too crazy and you can pick me up,” she says, deadly serious.

“Deal.”

The door swings open in front of us and I make sure to put on my ‘parent friendly’ smile but I do relax a little and offer a genuine smile when it’s Rob who greets us at the door, “come on in girls, come on in.” I nod politely and direct Emily’s chair over the front door step and then let go so she can maneuver her way through the house. She starts chatting to her dad as I follow them along the hallway and into the sitting room, where we find Jenna who immediately jumps to her feet and rushes over to Emily.

“Emily, sweetheart, how are you?”

“No too bad mum,” Emily manages to get out through the vice grip Jenna has on her.

“You had your physio today?”

“Yep, me and Naomi did some exercises this morning and then Claire came round earlier this afternoon.” Emily explains to her mother as Rob signals for me to take a seat, I do even though I won’t be staying long.

“So, made much progress then?” Jenna asks eyeing me closely before her gaze flickers back to Emily.

“A bit,” she says sadly and immediately and it makes my heart feels a little heavier, “not much though, got some more feeling back, but the whole walking thing isn’t happen.”

“There’s no rush Emsy,” he dad says patting her shoulder, “you’ll get there soon.”

“But the weddings in a month.”

“It’ll be fine...I promise,” I tell her sincerely.

“Don’t promise things like that,” Jenna mutters making me immediately bristle.

“She’ll be fine Jenna.”

“We don’t know that do we, she hasn’t made nearly as much progress as we would have liked.” I look at Emily and I feel anger building inside me when her head drops, her mother’s words have hit her hard, she’s struggling enough as it is, she doesn’t need her mother being negative as well, “she might never get back to normal and we have to stop pretending things are all fine, when they aren’t.”

Normal.

“Jenna-“ Rob starts, but is quickly cut off by her.

“No Rob, I think we need to get a better physio, this girl obviously isn’t doing much good, we’ll pay for a better one. Emily?”I watch Emily closely as she opens and closes her mouth but nothing comes out.

So I decide to step in.

“We aren’t going to change the physio, Emily likes Claire, we both do, Emily feels comfortable with her so as long as Emily is happy with her then that’s fine by me.”

“Stop being so proud Naomi, we can afford a better one.” Jenna seethes, she’s really starting to piss me off, “so put Emily’s well being first and do what I’m saying.”

I snap.

“You think I’m not putting Emily’s well being first?” I ask getting to my feet, “how dare you.”

“This is my daughter we are talking about,” Jenna stands as well and we’re toe to toe, “I know what’s best for her, not you.”

“Naomi, Jenna, let’s just calm down,” Rob pulls me a back a little to put more space between me and his wife.

“I do know what’s good for her and that’s whatever makes her happy.”

“Naomi, don’t be so naive.”

“I’m not doing this now,” It tell her when I look at Emily and see the silent tears falling down her cheeks, she’s under enough stress as it is, she doesn’t need anything adding to it. I make my way over to her and bend down to take her in my arms, “It’s gonna be okay,” I whisper, “come on let’s get you onto something comfier,” I tell her as I lift her in my arms and walk over to the sofa placing her down gently.

“Emily sweetheart, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Jenna says sitting down beside Emily.

“I’m only going to say this once Jenna,” I say with conviction in my voice, “I love your daughter, always have, and always will. I wouldn’t do anything that could hurt her recovery, not ever. I hope you know that.”

I’m a little shocked when I see a hint of a smile on her face, “I know that Naomi, I’m just being a silly overbearing mother.” Her eyes drift to something behind me, I’m assuming Rob. “You’ve always been good for her,” she says looking back at me, “to her.”

My eyes meet Emily’s and I get those crazy butterflies when she smiles at me, “we both want the best for her, something we have in common.” I feel a little pride when Jenna chuckles at my words, “well I best be off, the office needs me.” I say giving Emily a quick kiss, I hate being overly affectionate with her in front of my parents, her dad has a shot gun, I’ve never seen it but I’m not going to risk second guessing him.

No way.

I say my goodbyes and leave them to do their own thing. I hope Jenna doesn’t drive Emily insane before I get back. I get in the car and take one last look through the window to the house where Emily grew up and I feel lighter when I see her laughing with her parents.

Her mums still a crazy bit- lady.

I mean lady.

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I walk into the bar and scan the room looking for Effy, it’s Friday afternoon so it’s busier than a normal week day. I see Katie behind the bar and offer her a quick wave when we make eye contact. She quickly points over in the direction of the booths before her attention is back on the paying customers.

I make my way along the row of booths; I reach the last one and find Effy sat there with two drinks in front of her and her legs resting up on the seat opposite.

“Alright lazy arse,” I say letting my presence known. She jumps a little before smiling up at me and I sit down as she removes her feet from my seat and slides a drink in front of me. I take a sniff of the contents and happily take a sip when I realise it isn’t alcoholic.

“Where’s titch?” Effy asks, downing the last of her drink and then waving the empty glass towards a girl behind the bar who quickly runs over with a replacement.

“She’s with her parents...hasn’t seen them all week so I took her round.”

“What happened?” She asks detecting the tone in my voice.

“Nothing much, just her mum being an arse,” I wave it off not wanting to go over the argument again, “so what’s up, seemed like you needed to talk when you called me this morning? I’m intrigued about what it is you couldn’t tell me over the phone.”

I watch her as she takes a deep breath and messes with the condensation on her glass.

Oh my God....Effy’s nervous...Effy. She never gets nervous, not ever. In the eight, nearly nine years I’ve known her she has never been nervous about anything.

“Ef...”

“I’m seeing someone.”

“Erm...okay,” I don’t get it.

“You might be a little surprised.”

“It’s not Freddie again is it?” She can do so much better than him and his constant mind fucks.

“No way, vomit!”

“Who is it then, do I know them?”

“You definitely know them,” she says chuckling quietly as her eyes flicker towards the bar. I follow her gaze and see Katie watching us but when she sees me looking she quickly busies herself doing something else, why is she-

No Way.

“Fuck Off!” I shout, attracting the attention of some people around us, I smile shyly and wait for them to avert their attention from me before I look at Effy, gold fish expression definitely in place.

“It’s not a big deal,” she says sheepishly...so now we’ve had nervous Effy and sheepish Effy in a matter of seconds, I feel like I’ve fallen into an alternate dimension.

“When? How? Why? I don’t...how?” Yep definitely in an alternate dimension, or the twilight zone at the very least.

“It just happened, she was sad about Emily and I was looking after her,” I hope this isn’t a sympathy thing, “it isn’t a sympathy thing,” good, “Jesus it’s times like these I wish I hadn’t stopped smoking.”

“It’s fine with me, I mean, it’s kind of great....but I still don’t get it, you both love the one eyed trouser snake?”

“Apparently Katie’s liked me for a while and these past couple of months I’ve just...I don’t know how it happened, but it did...and I’m glad.” She smiles at me...an actual genuine smile, not a smirk, not a half smile an actual full blown Effy smile...teeth an’ all. I reach across the table and place my hand over hers offering her my support.

“You’re my best mate Ef,” I tell her sincerely, “You’re happy and that’s what’s important and I couldn’t think of someone better for you than Katie. Emily’s gonna go mental over this.”

“She already knows.” Effy says apprehensively.

“What? She didn’t tell me!”

“They’re twins, best mates like us...they tell each other everything.”

“They don’t tell each other everything.” I say nervously.

“Yea they do.”

“Shit!” I give Effy the finger when she laughs at my obvious discomfort at the knowledge that Emily tells Katie pretty much everything.

“Don’t worry about it you pussy, anyway let talk about something else.” Effy says, but she isn’t looking at me, instead her eyes are on Katie as she moves quickly around the bar, taking orders and pouring drinks. For once I don’t make a sarky comment, usually when I catch her checking someone out I like to embarrass her, not this time though. She eventually looks back at me and blushes a little, “so haven’t you got a wedding next month or something.”

“Or something,” I say smiling.

My phone buzzes on the table in front of me; it’s a message from Emily.

-was getting tired so dads taking me home, see you later. Xx

I text my reply quickly and take a moment to remember what me and Effy were talking about...the wedding, “yea the planning’s gone well, got pretty much everything sorted, still need to sort out what I’m wearing.”

“I’ll go with you to look if you want?”

“Really?” I smile when she nods at me, “Actually I have a favour to ask, how’d you feel about being my best man sort of thing. I know Katie’s Emily’s maid of honour, I’m not really sure what I’d call you...”

“Best lady, I’d be honoured,” she offers.

“Sounds good to me,” she says raising her glass, which I mirror and we both take a drink.

“I can’t believe that the sixteen year old Naomi Campbell that I first met, who thought being in love was a load of bollocks and spent the first year of college trying to convince herself and everyone else that she wasn’t into a certain teeny, tiny red head is now very much in love and is marrying said teeny, tiny red head.”

“God I was such a dick, I still have no idea why she wasted so much time chasing me.”

“The fact that you’re getting married proves that it wasn’t wasted.” I can only nod at her words, feeling myself becoming a little emotional, “I knew straight away as soon as I met you both that you were gonna work out.”

“How? “

“Whenever you were walking behind her in the corridor you’d stare at her arse.”

“Shut it!” I laugh as I feel my face turning red.

“The moment I really knew was after Christmas, first year of college before you were together, we were doing something in pairs and you were working with Emily and class started and she hadn’t turned up and you looked like a right miserable cow,” she says laughing as I listen intently, I remember the day she’s talking about, I think that’s the day it clicked with me as well, “then about five minutes into the lesson she arrived, she was just late and I was watching you, the way your eyes lit up when you saw each other, both of you. It’s not often you see people look at each other like that.”

“I’m a lucky bastard,” I say seriously, “in fact we both are,” I tell her motioning subtly in Katie’s direction.

“To us being lucky bastards,” Effy says raising her glass again.

“To being lucky bastards.”

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“Emily!” I shout as I close the front door behind me and kick my shoes off, pushing them back against the wall; Emily hates it when I leave them in the middle of the hallway.

“In here!” I make my way along the hallway and into the living and smile to myself when I find her sprawled out on the sofa watching the tennis on the TV. She must sense me looking at her because she looks up and holds arm over the arm of the sofa and wiggles her fingers letting me know she wants me closer. I happily make my way over to her and climb across her so I’m lying against the back of the sofa and can wrap my arm around her waist. “You get to talk to Effy?”

“Yep, she had some interesting news for me actually.”

“Yea?” Emily asks not looking away from the television.

“Yep apparently her friendship with your sister has, how do I put this...developed.”

She finally looks away from the television to face me looking a little guilty, “I would have told you-“

“I totally understand,” I tell her but it’s too late, she’s already looking back at the screen.

“You getting off to the loud women in short skirts baby?”

“Not the ones who scream bloody murder, it’s fucking annoying.”

“I like it when you scream bloody murder,” I tell her, taking her ear lobe in my teeth and giving it a soft bite.

“But I don’t play tennis,” she says cutely and I can’t help but love her that little bit more because of it.

“That’s not what I meant,” I whisper as I bring my hand up to trail over her top down between her breasts until my fingers meet the hem of her t-shirt and sneak underneath to gently scratch against her stomach.

Her t-shirt is pushed up as I trail my hand up her stomach and over her ribs and rest it just below her bra clad breast. I feel my own body react when she arches up into my touch. This is the first time we’ve really been intimate with each other since she was in the accident and I know she won’t want to go all the way tonight but it’s nice just being able to touch her.

“Naomi...” she breathes out. I stop my ministrations on her neck and lift my head so I can see her gorgeous face, her head is tipped back a little and her mouth is parted and she’s taking short sharp breathes but her eyes...her eyes are burning into mine.

She is so beautiful.

I dip my head and take her lips in a passionate kiss, loving the way her breath hitches and the way her fingers thread through my hair and tug gently.

I grudgingly break our kiss when Emily fidgets beneath me put I don’t begrudge it for long when she grasps the hem of my top and pulls it over my head, dropping it beside the sofa. I hold my weight up on my arms either side of her head as she runs her hands across my shoulders and down my arms before she pulls her own top off and then wraps her arms around my back and pulls me flush against her and my entire body shivers at the contact of skin on skin.

Not another second passes before we’re kissing again and I can’t help but bring my hand to the clasp at the front of her bra, I fucking love it when she wears these, they’re so sexy. I unclasp it with ease and take her breast in my hand squeezing it roughly, running my thumb over her already hard nipple and I feel myself rush with need, every single inch of my body is humming under her touch.

Christ the things she makes me feel...

I slowly move down her body placing open mouthed kisses on every inch of skin I come into contact with.

There isn’t a single part of her I’m not in love with.

Her movements beneath me become more violent and I knew what she wants, I wasn’t going to tease her. I wrapped my lips around her swollen nipple and proceeded to continuously alternate between nipping and sucking as she began to pant and squirm under my touch.

I don’t know how long this went on for but I wasn’t complaining, it just feels amazing to be able to touch her. I feel her tug on my hair a little bringing my head back up her body, I love the way her body is now coated in a thin sheen of sweet, letting me know that I was making her feel good. Once I reach her lips I place gentle kiss on them and I can’t help but moan as I pull back and she tugs on my bottom lip before letting go.

My eyes finally meet hers and I can’t help but think-

When we have kids I hope they have her eyes.

“Well I hope they have your blue eyes.”

“Shit I didn’t know I said that out loud.”

“It was adorable,” she says cupping my face in the palms of her hands, “and maybe we’ll have to have more than one so then we both might get what we want.”

“I think that’d be perfect.”

I reach down to pick her top up off the floor when her hand on mine stops me.

“I don’t want it, I want to just fall asleep here, in your arms feeling you pressed up against me.” She sounds so vulnerable when she says that it stuns me for a moment.

“Whatever you want.” I tell her as I turn off the TV and the lamp next to the sofa, plunging the room into darkness. We lay in silence for a while and I have my head rested against her chest listening to the sound of her heart beat as she runs her fingers through my hair soothing me.

I feel myself drifting off, barely holding onto the last moments of consciousness and the last thing I hear before I feel myself drift away is the sound of Emily’s voice whispering into the darkness-

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

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