So, I've been lurking around here for a thousand years and have read some truly amazing fics, but this is the first Naomily I've written. Lately I've been wading through my ipod and found inspiration...mascara across my face. Succumbing to yet another wave of nausea I lay my cheek on the edge or the toilet seat, as my soliloquy begins once more, and my eyes well up again. Fucking “champagne”.