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Fic preview: Only Time to Lose (Naomi/Emily)
Huh, apparently I get nervous about posting fic even when my betas have been super nice about it (<333 Jen and Steve!). Anyway, this is just a teeny tiny snippet of the fic I've been working on for the last couple of months for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
thelittlebang; the other 18000 words of it will be posted on 1st July.
Title: Only Time to Lose
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
botherd
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Naomi/Emily
Rating: Overall R/NC-17, this section PG
Valentine's Day, 2010. It's nearly eight months since the Love Ball, and although it hasn't always been easy, Naomi and Emily are still together, still happy. All Naomi wants is to enjoy the present, but with university looming and an uncertain future ahead of them, they have to figure out a way to make it work.
Camden Market, London.
View from Battersea Power Station, London.
Van Mildert College, Durham.
For a while they sit in comfortable silence, passing the vodka bottle back and forth, and when Emily rolls a joint they share that too. It's nice, Naomi thinks, having a moment to just be still; sometimes it feels like this year is racing by at breakneck speed, the days all lined up then knocked down like dominoes, no way to stop it. Even though it seems like forever since the lake, or since the Love Ball, time's flown by—it's like she's suddenly found herself here at this moment, with no idea how it got to be February already and powerless to slow everything down.
"What are you thinking?" Emily asks, but Naomi shakes her head; she doesn't want to trouble Emily with this, not today, not yet.
"Nothing." She smiles, a little sadly, and changes the subject. "Shame you can't really see the stars." A few hazy clouds have rolled in, but even so there's too much light pollution for the sky above London to seem truly black; by the horizon it's purple-orange, stained by streetlights, and straight above it's dark, but not completely, not the kind of blackness you can lose yourself in. When she was younger Naomi used to go with her mum to celebrate the Solstice at Stonehenge, and there the night sky was the blackest she'd ever seen it, but full of so many stars and a moon so bright you didn't need artificial light to see. There, her mum taught her about the stars, and even though Naomi's never believed in astrology she loved learning about the constellations, lying flat on her back and playing join-the-dots in the sky.
She grew too old for it, of course, just like she grew too old for all her mum's ridiculous hippie crap, but something about the night air is making her nostalgic. She tells Emily about the stars, imagining where they'd be and tracing the patterns with her finger. Orion's belt she can just about make out, and Emily smiles, pleased with herself when she sees it too. Naomi has to guess the rest, making up where the Plough and the Scale would be, but Emily listens intently, smiling when Naomi struggles to remember one and squeezing her hand when Naomi falters and comes to a stop, embarrassed that she's been rambling.
"We're not going to make it back tonight, are we?" Naomi says. She doesn't mind; now that she's out here she feels like she could stay here forever in one long moment of stasis.
"No," Emily replies. "Do we even have to go back at all?"
"Not if you don't want to."
thelittlebang; the other 18000 words of it will be posted on 1st July.Title: Only Time to Lose
Author:
botherdFandom: Skins
Pairing: Naomi/Emily
Rating: Overall R/NC-17, this section PG
Valentine's Day, 2010. It's nearly eight months since the Love Ball, and although it hasn't always been easy, Naomi and Emily are still together, still happy. All Naomi wants is to enjoy the present, but with university looming and an uncertain future ahead of them, they have to figure out a way to make it work.
Camden Market, London.
View from Battersea Power Station, London.
Van Mildert College, Durham.
For a while they sit in comfortable silence, passing the vodka bottle back and forth, and when Emily rolls a joint they share that too. It's nice, Naomi thinks, having a moment to just be still; sometimes it feels like this year is racing by at breakneck speed, the days all lined up then knocked down like dominoes, no way to stop it. Even though it seems like forever since the lake, or since the Love Ball, time's flown by—it's like she's suddenly found herself here at this moment, with no idea how it got to be February already and powerless to slow everything down.
"What are you thinking?" Emily asks, but Naomi shakes her head; she doesn't want to trouble Emily with this, not today, not yet.
"Nothing." She smiles, a little sadly, and changes the subject. "Shame you can't really see the stars." A few hazy clouds have rolled in, but even so there's too much light pollution for the sky above London to seem truly black; by the horizon it's purple-orange, stained by streetlights, and straight above it's dark, but not completely, not the kind of blackness you can lose yourself in. When she was younger Naomi used to go with her mum to celebrate the Solstice at Stonehenge, and there the night sky was the blackest she'd ever seen it, but full of so many stars and a moon so bright you didn't need artificial light to see. There, her mum taught her about the stars, and even though Naomi's never believed in astrology she loved learning about the constellations, lying flat on her back and playing join-the-dots in the sky.
She grew too old for it, of course, just like she grew too old for all her mum's ridiculous hippie crap, but something about the night air is making her nostalgic. She tells Emily about the stars, imagining where they'd be and tracing the patterns with her finger. Orion's belt she can just about make out, and Emily smiles, pleased with herself when she sees it too. Naomi has to guess the rest, making up where the Plough and the Scale would be, but Emily listens intently, smiling when Naomi struggles to remember one and squeezing her hand when Naomi falters and comes to a stop, embarrassed that she's been rambling.
"We're not going to make it back tonight, are we?" Naomi says. She doesn't mind; now that she's out here she feels like she could stay here forever in one long moment of stasis.
"No," Emily replies. "Do we even have to go back at all?"
"Not if you don't want to."
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