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Family reunions never have been too important to Naomi; however, getting to see her mother again after all this time makes her stomach churn from anticipation, excitement. She and Emily have been long discussing the first things they'll do when they touch down in the UK and right now she most definitely feels how Emily looks, the redhead sporting a lop-sided grin and fidgeting excitably throughout all of the commute to the airport.

Settling into their first class seats on the plane, the atmosphere takes a sudden spin. Naomi finds herself breathing a little harder, the air smells awfully artificial and Emily is wringing her hands in that particular way. The blonde doesn't miss it, Emily's knuckles whiten from the tension and even though it's an entirely silent action she can hear it drilling through the core of her.

They're afraid.

Is it finally seeing their loved ones after so long? The lifestyle change? Naomi visits all the possibilities in her mind but deep down she knows fine well; it's the flight.

Just as her thoughts spiral into a seemingly endless abyss, a small firm hand wraps itself lovingly around her bicep and it feels like a light guiding her home. All she is capable of doing in that moment is praise the gods for Emily's impeccable ability to defuse stress.

She observes Emily looking out of the window though, takes note of the worry lines on her face, the pursed lips and the panic exuding from her eyes.

"Look," She begins to open her mouth without thinking, "at least if we crash again here, we'll have way more experience than anyone else – if anything, I reckon we're experts at this survival thing. I know how to crack open a mean amount of coconuts."

Emily raises her eyebrow at Naomi and doesn't blink for a while.

"I was trying to make you feel better, I'm sorry." Naomi shuts up swiftly and Emily takes a moment longer to crack a smile. Raising her hand, she cups Naomi's cheek.

"You're an idiot," They both laugh and the flight goes on without a single hitch or bump.

Naomi stands outside the pub and thinks about all the faces she saw whilst idly flicking her cigarette, tightening the jacket around herself.

It was certainly an intense moment when they walked through the double doors at the airport and into the UK; their loved ones waiting anxiously for hours, weeks, months.

There were more people than either of them could've possibly imagined, people they hadn't seen in years or even guiltily forgot about all together. It was lovely but most overwhelming. Not to mention the abundance of tearful hugs, Naomi wonders if this is what it feels like for soldiers to come home.

Her train of thought comes to a halt when Katie slips outside with an unlit cigarette in her mouth.

They move different, they look different, smell and sound different. Then again, she tilts her head and peers at Katie some more, watches her rummage through the golden handbag with pursed lips and intent to kill. Slightly taken aback with how much Katie looked like Emily just then, Naomi clears her throat and waves a box of matches in the air.

They're blanketed in the dreary golden light of the street lamps, the muffled laughter and music emanating from the pub is in full swing; Emily's family and friends dancing with Naomi's, celebrating their return.

Katie takes almost predatory steps towards Naomi, who is leaning back against the wall with her arm outstretched, offering the matches and taking a drag of her cigarette.

The other Fitch twin wordlessly takes the box, lights and inhales – looking out into the distance, watching night sky. She then turns slowly, looks at Naomi deeply for a moment before handing the box back.

"Thank you." Katie delivers the two words with such depth, her eyes glisten in a particularly familiar way and Naomi has to break eye contact in order to breathe.

They share a comfortable silence, taking relief in the peace. There is no need for small chat and they are mutually pleased with the fact that the other hasn't attempted any. Eventually they stub their cigarettes out, at the same time.

"I wouldn't have made it out there without her." It flies out of Naomi's mouth just as she is following Katie back inside and the shorter girl stops to turn back at the blonde.

"I really fucking missed her, more than anything I've ever felt before." Katie replies in an instant.

They both realise then that they're quite drunk and that this has been most out of character so they silently walk back inside and return to the pandemonium, not without sharing an appreciative glance at one other – wordlessly promising to make an effort to get to know one other at another time.

Emily watches the two of them come back inside and feels her stomach twist in an unruly manner, possibly from the tequila shots she just took with Cook, who is just as she imagined, but most likely from the idea of having to explain to Katie what happened on the island. How does one even describe what happened; waking up strapped down to the chair, being so thirsty she thought she might die, getting caught in a strong wind whilst swimming, falling for Naomi, being with Naomi. Her eyes stare off onto a little puddle of alcohol on the table in front of her. What would their relationship even be over here? They didn't need each other anymore, did they? Emily's facial features tangle up in a blur of drunken realisation and it takes a sharp nudge from Cook to pull her back out of it.

"You alright, Red?" He looks on carefully; one eye shut so he can see straight because by now his vision must be tripling Emily thinks, straightening out her face she nods appreciatively. Understanding what Naomi finds so appealing about him, she marvels at his unabashed grin.

Taking another clumsy sip of her cider, wondering how she could miss Naomi already, she feels fingertips skate up her spine languidly as if on cue and in a way that reminds her of the sand sticking to her face as she used to lay face down on the beach, Naomi caressing her back.

Emily waits until Naomi is sitting next to her before leaning in to her ear. "Would you like to go for a walk?"

The blonde smiles drunkenly and nods, picking up her jacket and standing up suddenly, wasting no time, Emily quickly follows and they dash outside before anyone suggests joining them.

They walk in any direction, savouring the way the cold tickles their faces. It feels good against their cheeks, flushed with alcohol and months of sun.

"Cook slipped this into my hand as we were leaving," Naomi reaches into her pocket and pulls out a well packed joint, the sweet smell wafting towards Emily, who moans in appreciation as the aroma reaches her. Naomi quickly strikes a match and takes a few massive drags that impress even Emily before passing it.

"You a massive stoner back in the real world then?" Emily inquires as she inhales.

Naomi giggles and runs her fingertips over some bricks they're leaning on before sheepishly nodding. "Perhaps."

Smirking, Emily nods, mouthing 'perhaps' silently and rolling her eyes, earning a little shove from Naomi who can seemingly always be provoked.

They both giggle in a typically school girl way and lean against the wall together, not far from the pub. Neither able to firmly plant both feet to the floor without an extra step or so.

"I can't believe how drunk we both are." Naomi mutters whilst rubbing her face and shaking her head.

"Well we've just returned from a serious rehab session, extreme, I would even label it." Emily attempts to add logically, slurring every second word with a lisp that is beginning to creep out as the drinks steadily flow through her – reminding Naomi of Katie.

As the blonde continues to gaze at Emily, she feels a pang of sadness for a reason, for a lot of reasons.

Maybe because of the alcohol, most likely because of the sudden inner turmoil; Naomi takes a big step towards the shorter girl and immediately wraps both her hands either side of Emily's face, pulling her into the first kiss they've shared since the hotel.

It's not that they didn't want to, certainly not, if the way they are moaning and clawing at each other now is anything to go by. The kisses turn rough when Emily pulls Naomi impossibly close by the waistband of her jeans and the feeling of solid concrete beneath their feet alone makes this an incredibly novel experience all on its own.

Naomi's cold hand snakes its way up under Emily's top and her fingers splay across the redheads hot back, making her gasp and look up to the night sky; feeling Naomi's hungry mouth move onto her neck, she knows she could get used to this.

Eventually they snap out of their reverie and disentangle their limbs as if remembering they're not on their own little island in the middle of the ocean.

Walking back to the pub, they attempt to straighten out their clothes and fix each other's hair. "Cook was saying something about going out after the next round of drinks?" Emily asks as she reaches the door to go in.

Naomi pauses and thinks about it, peering back down at Emily with a sly smirk.

"Perhaps."