"The Avalanche Has Already Started."
Disclaimer – I still own nothing but a large amount of debt and a severe lack of talent. Certainly nothing to do with Skins, (shame)
Premise – Post Season 4 follow on from Dragons, once again Naomily with guest appearances, lots of them hopefully. If you haven't read Dragons then please do, this will make a lot more sense (-:
Rating – M+
Warnings – Hey it's set in the Skins universe so adult themes and acts as well as bad language from the start. If you're offended by these then don't read.
Authors Note – So Dragons has ended and I've left it as originally planned as a Naomi storyline. That's because what began as an Emily Epilogue turned into this, (I gave up when I realised it's make a good five chapters). Don't blame me I just write what they tell me to. BTW the name under the chapter is the POV character.
Chapter One - The Morning After the Night Before
Emily
I'm awoken from my sleep by a buzzing sound, as I fight through the fog that seems to be filling my head I'm dimly aware that it's my phone. Slowly and carefully I open my eyes; then shut them immediately. It's too bright, too bright for my hangover anyway. As I bury my head in the pillow I'm convinced that more sleep is in order.
I like sleeping; it's my second favourite thing in all the world. Naomi once teased me calling me a dormouse when she found me one lazy afternoon curled around myself, buried under the duvet fast asleep. I don't care; sleeping is something I'm really good at.
Jesus! Shit! Naomi! Where the hell is she? I know we went to sleep curled together and she's not here now.
I open my right eye, she's still there. At some time in the night she's rolled onto her side, facing away from me. Panic over, God my heart is racing. For one brief second I thought she'd had second thoughts, decided to run from her feelings, run from me again.
She's been running constantly since that night at her house, when she'd embarrassed me asking about brogues and strap-ons, oils and fuck knows what else. I'd managed to corner her a couple of times, managed to block her escape but every time she wriggled past me to break free, to lock herself in that emotionless prison and shut me out.
Not completely, she never shut me out completely, but she was never committed, not totally.
But last night, shit…my mind is still reeling from the implications of what she said, what she did last night. Never in my wildest fantasies could I ever have imagined that the Naomi I know and love would be that open. For one brief, beautiful moment in time she let me in.
All the way in.
Can you imagine that? Can you even imagine how difficult it must be to let someone see that far into your heart? I'm not even sure if I could do for her what she did for me last night; but I'm going to do my best. I'm not giving up, not this time, not after that. How can I?
Lovingly I reach out a hand and gently stroke the blonde locks that are spread on the pillow careful not to wake her.
BZZZZZZZZZ
That fucking phone again.
Carefully I roll over, trying not to disturb the blonde next to me. I know she's not been sleeping recently, know that she's spent hours either wandering the house crying when she thought I couldn't hear her, or sat on the sofa-bed in the corner of our room just watching me. She looks so peaceful right now; she deserves to get some rest.
Not least because she's can be a right grumpy bitch in the morning.
Stretching out my arm I take hold of the phone, squinting through my headache I look at the display.
9 Missed Calls
3 Voicemail Messages
4 SMS Messages
Oh for fucks sake, it's only been on silent for a few hours, who wants to speak to me this urgently?
My call log is filled with Mandy's name; she's been trying to ring me all night. I guess the voicemails are from her as well. I'll deal with them later.
I open the messages, 1 from Katie (just arrived), 1 from Effy, 2 from Mandy
Shit. I quickly read the messages
Mandy's two are simply and to the point
'Emily call me back'
'Emily for fucks sake stop fucking ignoring me and call me back now'
I deleted them both quickly; I felt an irrational burst of contempt at the second message. I liked Mandy, I know she liked me, we had a laugh. But no-one orders me around like that. I had a lifetime of being told what to do and how to think by Katie. She knew that, I'd told her all about the issues of being a younger twin. Not a clever way to get on my good side ordering me around. I'm not a doormat anymore.
I opened Effy's message, it was typically enigmatic.
'Happy! lk after heal tk ltr?'
I think I knew what she meant; she was happy for us, or she was just happy, (I think the former more likely), I should look after Naomi, we needed time to heal and if I wanted we could talk later. I wondered if she'd sent the same thing to both of us, that would be so Effy. I made a mental note to ask Nai later.
Finally I opened Katies message.
'Ems po ka? Naomi eldo ka? Yad Katie Nomdi bumba jimjams!'
Twin, she's fucking texted me in twin – Jesus Katie how old are we?
I texted her back quickly.
'Yes Katie I'm ok Naomi is also ok I'll call you later and stop threatening me or I'll kick the shit out of YOU, bitch! (-: Ems'
I read it back and pressed send. It was in plain English, I'm not getting into the whole twin language thing with her. I'm not stupid. I'd learnt all about it when I was undergoing counselling. Well I say learned about it, I'd been given some leaflets and I'd found the title of a book on twins. I'd requested it from the library, special order…fucking typical. When it finally arrived I'd devoured it and found one interesting fact in amongst the bullshit.
"It is not uncommon for both monozygotic (identical) and dizygotic, (fraternal) twins to develop a common language through childhood. Studies show that this language is often fully formed and complex allowing full communication. However if often relies on the twins intimate knowledge of each other to add extra meaning to the message.
Interestingly this language, often created by the dominant twin, is used throughout their later lives to control or manipulate the submissive twin, especially in periods of perceived vulnerability or change in the dominant twin's life."
Well that had explained a lot, Katie had been using twin ever since I started being myself, since I'd started to create my own identity, even before I came out. I know she's feeling vulnerable, I know she's scared but sometimes I wish she'd just talk to me, properly, instead of trying to make herself feel better by dominating me. It doesn't work anymore, we've both moved on.
I dialled through to my voicemail, I wasn't looking forward to this.
Message 1, received at 1:35AM
"Emily it's Mandy, what the hell was that about? Has she got hold of your phone? Call me back!"
I pressed the keys to delete the message.
Message 2, received at 1:52AM
"Emily for fucks sake pick up your fucking phone and talk to me. You can't just fucking dump me by text you know."
Delete
Message 3, received at 2:13AM
"FUCK YOU EMILY YOU FUCKING BITCH! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? IT'S THAT FUCKING SLAG NAOMI; SHE'S MESSING WITH YOUR FUCKING HEAD AGAIN. SORT IT OUT. I'M COMING ROUND THIS AFTERNOON AFTER WORK. I'LL BE THERE AT TWO DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE AVOID ME."
Shit, shit, shittification, Delete.
I rolled back on the bed sighing. Suddenly I was aware of being watched. I rolled over; Naomi was propped up on her left elbow looking straight at me, her blue eyes meeting mine. I had a horrible feeling of déjà vu.
"Someone sounded happy. Mandy?"
"Um, yeah." I paused slightly flustered that she'd overheard the message, "erm, Hi!"
"Hi, yourself" she said as she leaned over and kissed me on my forehead. I felt the usual tingling feeling as her lips touched my skin. It was good to have it back. Damn I've missed it
"Good morning beautiful," she kissed the tip of my nose.
"I love you," she kissed me on the lips and for one brief moment everything stopped. It all just faded away and we were back to being alone in the world.
She stroked my hair flicking a lock behind my ear. My body was tingling all over, hook me up to the national grid and I could probably power most of Bristol. Damn, the things she does to me.
"I've got the perfect thing for you," she said and rolled over reaching for her nightstand.
"You are the perfect thing for me," I said to her back. Fuck that sounded cheesy.
She turned back and just smiled at me; a rich warm smile that melted my heart every time I saw it. She doesn't smile like that very often and I savour it every time I see it.
"Here you go; I thought you'd need these this morning."
I looked down at her hands, dragging my eyes from her face. She held out a bottle of water and two nurofen. I snatched them eagerly and knocked them back quickly, downing most of the water at the same time, before flopping back onto the pillows.
"You want breakfast babe?"
I opened my eyes; she was sat up on the bed smiling at me.
"Make you feel better? You look like death warmed up, not that I mind of course. But I think you need to lay off the Pino in future yeah?"
Dimly I remembered us sitting downstairs drinking a bottle of wine we'd found whilst we talked. I think I drank more than my fair share, mostly Naomi had talked and I'd listened; I must have listened and drank. That, on top of the vodka I'd drunk at Freddie's shed explained why my head was thumping.
"How come you're so bright and cheery this morning?" I grumbled through the pain. "Where's your hangover?"
She smiled enigmatically, "I didn't drink anywhere near as much as you did last night Ems, so I'm feeling great. Besides, having you here," she patted the bed, "is the best hangover cure I can think of."
She stood up and I just stared at her, my heart leaping. She was just beautiful. I'd forgotten just how beautiful she could be. I watched as she stood by the bed in just her shorts and stretched.
There's always been something exquisitely feline about Naomi; she's like a big cat, powerful, graceful and dangerous. I sat up wanting nothing more than to grab her from behind, just to hold her. But my body protested at the movement and I groaned holding my hand to my pounding head. She turned back to me, concern on her face, and I'm graced with her in all her glory, nipples erect, her body gleaming in the flickering daylight through the curtains.
It's so not fair; I've been betrayed by my own body. I'm never drinking again.
She watches me staring at her and grins.
"See something you like?" she asks confidently swinging her hips from side to side, twisting her body so I can get a better view.
Definitely!
I just nodded, my eyes wide and my mouth dry. I really love this, the looking, the fantasising, the playing. Naomi looked at me and laughed bending forward and kissing me again, giving me a good chance to ogle her breasts as her body leant forward.
I fucking love her breasts, I used to find myself thinking about them a lot, and by a lot I mean an awful lot; so much it was probably unhealthy. I used to daydream about what they would look like, freed from her constraints of her bra, open to my lustful eyes. I often found I couldn't look her in the eye in case my thoughts betrayed me. After that night at the lake I'd thought about them a lot more, well at least in a lot more detail. Their shape, their feel, their taste, everything. Sometimes I wonder if my brother actually got his perverted nature from me.
She steps away from me and reaches for a T-Shirt; it's her favourite, the one with the pig on the front. At that moment I hate it, hate it with a passion as it covers her body, denying me that spectacular view. She must have noticed the look on my face because she chuckled.
"Perv" she said simply. "I'm going to cook breakfast. Why don't you go take a shower? I'll get you a towel."
She walked over to the set of drawers by the window and bent over at the waist giving me a wonderful view of her pert buttocks, they were straining against the tight cloth of her shorts and I couldn't stop staring. Suddenly I realised that she'd turned her head towards me, I forced my eyes to meet hers and she winked at me. I blinked. No, she had definitely winked at me. She definitely knew what she was doing.
"You fucking tease!" I said as she stood up; her lovely arse hidden once again by that fucking shirt. She threw me the towel she'd grabbed from the bottom drawer, winked and left the room
"Shower Ems!" I heard from downstairs and thankful for the nurofen sloshing around my system I struggled to the bathroom.
A/N - Worth continuing? Well you don't really get a choice because Emily's telling me to tell her story and I'm not messing with a Fitch! But it would be nice to hear from you guys.