Title: Childhood
Author: S.
Readers: PG13
Chapters: 5
Characters: Skins ~ Naomi, Emily, Katie
Pairing: female slash ~ Naomily
Features: One-shot divided into paragraphs;
Plot: Naomi, a photo, August.
Disclaimer: the characters of which I speak are not my own (but basically those who want them?) Ficwriter's job is to fantasize, right?, Just for fun.
Quote: time has passed, yes, but they are still children playing in the sand on the seashore, his hair thin and soft in the cap and light-hearted and cheerful smiles of those who know nothing of the world and school and the Pussy and fear and loneliness. Things that, on the contrary, Naomi knew already at that age.
Notesse: the little I have to say about this story is between the lines. Could be viewed as a kind of autobiography as this photo can testify (or have one on the left of course, my sister is in the middle and the right is my M. ), but in reality is nothing flash a short, intense and graceful.
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There that picture that Naomi will never stop looking for a few months and is held up by a magnet on the fridge. Illusion that she is looking at the photos, trying to convince herself that that picture is happening in reality is to click fast, and the fugitive who looks at her peers and takes: it is proof that she , Naomi, is embedded within the image and how does that look and look again and again, but not as a spectator, no. She sees and feels the heat on the skin of white sand, the smell of sunscreen for children, the insistent roar of the waves and infinite. He can focus on that image, even when those feelings are far from the kitchen, when you think about it again and rediscovers can not help but to love that memory as his own. And instead
not.
the back of the photo paper, with the inscription on the white part Kodak in cross there are small figures drawn with a strong writing with a blue biro. 08/15/1996 . The photo was taken at a beach resort in the UK, certainly, probably just Bringhton, when Emily and Katie had little more than three years. They are two, identical, chubby wrists of children and vulnerable soft brown curls to spring up in the headphones from the same bath, enjoy the smiles, white skin and never been touched, the costume tacky filled to the brim with the thickness of the useful but unsightly diapers. Mani's mother, nearly hysterical expression of what appears to be little Katie and little Emily, her face clear and more round than that of her twins, the splash with her hands hold what appears to be a sufficient amount of water for cause Katie is afraid.
It is absurd because if someone asked him, Naomi could talk about the consistency of soft curls of the girl child as if he had petted and amused smile if someone told her that she could not have known it since, on balance, her there that morning was not there. Naomi
Then he wakes up, eats breakfast, greets with a kiss on the forehead his great little Emily still sleeping, shuts the door and exits. Then reopen the door, enters the house, get to the fridge, removing the magnet takes the photo and goes to school. He
the photo in his jacket pocket.
***
"Of all the people who have told me candidly that I am a whore, you're really more a bitch!" and the second tube is closed just slips through your nails clean and elegant Katie Fitch. Squeezes the filter made with the metro ticket between thumb and forefinger and smiled the same smile while aspiring to his sister Emily, to whom Naomi is sucking the tongue and lips and cheeks and palate and everything else seems nothing particularly Fitch house is empty, all on vacation, and the musty smell mixes with that of grass and everything seems so perfect despite night falls and the rain has got louder roar. Naomi would like to know what might be out of place in that exact moment when his head is empty and his hands caressing her naked breasts Emily through the thin fabric of her red dress, with empty beer cans scattered on the floor and 'moment when he feels his sect
voice saying "I am anything but a whore, Katherine." "Fuck you, Naoms, six the worst" and the hands of Emily in her bra and her mouth on his neck and know that will not make it, you decide to get into her panties and after that it will be too difficult to stop and the second tube passing from mouth to mouth, the beer over and the voice of Emily smeared lipstick and a kiss from the other
"There's vodka over there "with your fingers to unfasten his belt Naomi, whose expression changes suddenly veiled in the darkness of the living room Fitch," how about going to fetch it, Katie? A lot 'to, say, a long time "to bite the lips in the smile that Naomi most exciting I've ever seen.
"You see, Naomi? If you're not a whore but my sister is and you do sex with my sister, then you can not be said that I are a whore. What the fuck am I saying? I take the vodka and fuck you, hello ".
And then there is only the mouth of Emily and her pelvis and her pubic hair almost blonde in the night between August 15 and fourteen of the summer's most beautiful life Naomi.
has the photo in his jacket pocket.
***
"Have you ever had sex with a woman, Katie?" asked Naomi.
Emily blushes.
"Almost."
"And you like it? ".
" Yes, I would say. A little 'how to masturbate, just do not you feel, but the person with whom you are doing. You have to be altruistic to be lesbians, I think it is a requirement fundamental ".
" That reasoning, Katie! "laughs Emily, but Naomi
replies" No, wait, Ems, the basic idea is really acceptable to say that sex should generally be at least interested in the person with which you do, otherwise it is a bit 'aseptic and bleak and this applies not only to women who fuck women. But yes, it is obvious that in order to enjoy a woman takes patience and dedication and not something that we can expect from all lovers, often prone to selfishness. "
" Campbell and soul of lesbian, sooner or later in major bookstores.
"Fool
..."." I love you more of the chips smile. "
"You're beautiful as un'abat-jour".
And a kiss, a simple, that makes Katie stop smiling.
***
Fitch decide to leave home around four o'clock in the morning and come walking out of town for a while 'on the road. One in three umbrella and rain, a lawn and then something like the dawn, but grayer and take pictures of nowhere close to three figures in a strange embrace Naomi cold in August and then taking a photo from his jacket pocket and shows under the umbrella close to her companions, smiling as they had taken the photograph herself.
"Look," whispers, as you would not awake from a dream beautiful.
"But that is us, Ems!
"But this has disappeared from our refrigerator for weeks, which made us in your pocket, Naomi?" And a bit
'blushes, but for some reason you happen to say exactly the truth.
"I love this picture too. It seems to me to know since then, since you did not have the neck."
They laugh and they seem to still be on that beach with the flavor of the sea between the lips and very small and the sun to burn when your skin clear and the time is past, yes, but they are still children playing in the sand the sea, his hair thin and soft in the bonnet and the smiles of those who are carefree and happy knows nothing of the world and the school and the Pussy and fear and loneliness. Things that, on the contrary, Naomi knew already at that age.
And maybe that's why every time he looks at that picture of you think having lived in some way: those things were all that she wanted.
wanted to be happy, carefree, happy and have someone to confide that she would never be like all the other girls. That would always be too different.
That picture was all that Naomi Campbell had always wanted to be: a little girl.
"You can hold it. As long as there is one on your refrigerator."
"In my childhood," said Katie.
***
Instead of that there's now a new picture on the fridge: a girl is high with very long hair, smooth as silk and too blond. The girl is skinny and wearing a swimsuit aqua. It has a beach bucket in his hands and behind him there are people. She is on the shore, her feet immersed in water and does not smile lens. She looks at him, but he did not smile, as he needed a grudge.
behind the photos, written with tiny pencil marks it says Naomi, 15 August '96 . The handwriting is that of the father of Naomi, a ghost.
"I have never been a child," said Naomi in August, the mouth on the mouth Emily.
