Greg's Apartment— 11:19 p.m.
"So this is it… home sweet home." Greg said as he led Emma through the door of his apartment.
By the looks of it, he hadn't cleaned up in months. There were clothes thrown in every direction and the comfy old couches were barely visible under the piles of newspapers and chemistry magazines that he had subscribed to. To be honest, it didn't look much different from Emma's own apartment.
"In my expert opinion, it's not too shabby." Emma said. She kept scanning the apartment, seeing its comfortable furniture (Or what you could see of it) and inwardly smiled.
"I'm working on my cleaning skills, I promise." Greg said, slightly embarrassed at the messy state of his apartment. He began to straighten some newspapers and stack the magazines, hurrying around the small apartment to clean up but Emma stopped him short. She laid a soft hand on his, stopping him from crumbling up a week old newspaper. He looked up into her eyes, "Don't clean up for me!" Emma stated. She picked his hand up off the newspaper. "I like it this way. Don't you?" She sat down on it, flopping onto the couch and kicking her shoes off.
"I guess. I mean, I do like it but I thought that having you over you wouldn't want to see all this shit." Greg gestured with is hand and swept it in a semi-circle around him, referring to the clutter of the apartment.
Emma giggled lightly. "Greg, calm down. I could care less about how your place looks; I'm not that kind of girl."
"And I'm glad for it." Greg smiled down on her. She looked adorable in her wet clothing and ridiculously curly hair. It flowed over her shoulders and down her jacket resting naturally on her breasts. The locks of curls twisted and turned into large ringlets and slight frizz. Greg couldn't resist.
He began to sit down by her feet. She accommodated him and bent her knees toward herself. He reclined himself against the comfortable couch, outstretching his arms along the backboard. He looked down at her, though her gaze was elsewhere. She was examining the stack of DVDs that he had on his coffee table. Greg followed her gaze and then watched as she picked one up and opened it.
"Fight Club?" Emma grabbed the DVD excitedly. "I haven't seen this in so long!" Her eyes lit up and she sat up completely, resting her feet on the floor instead of on Greg this time. She leaned back, unknowingly onto Greg's arm now draped around her shoulders. Noticing his hand near her shoulder, she turned to him and looked at him mischievously through her long lashes, "I have to hand it to you, that was pretty smooth." She said through a small smile. Greg just shrugged his shoulders and looked away indifferent, "What can I say?"
"You could say this…" Emma said as she moved in on him. She climbed on top of him, straddling him and kissing him playfully. It was unexpected but appreciated, as Greg again enjoyed the feeling of Emma's smooth lips against his and her hands on the back of his neck. He felt her shiver on him, even her lips quivered faintly. Greg stopped suddenly.
"Why didn't you tell me you were cold?" Greg asked her, an almost irritated undertone in his voice. He looked up at her and again felt her body shiver. She shrugged her shoulders and quirked a smile. "I guess I just wasn't quite thinking about it at the time."
Greg smiled. "Here, lemme get you a blanket." And without letting go of Emma, he stood up, her legs wrapped around his waist almost as though he were carrying a child. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck delicately which made Greg want her even more.
Somehow, he opened the door to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He attempted to let her go but she stayed, still hanging onto him. "Don't leave me. Pweez don't leave me…" Emma made a puppy face that was irresistible.
Greg looked up and rolled his eyes good naturedly, "How about this, I give you one kiss for every time you let me go. One appendage at a time." Greg looked at her and quirked an eyebrow playfully. "How does that sound?" Emma looked back at him with a small smile on her face.
"We'll see. Now, about those kisses?" Greg smiled as he gave her a light kiss on the lips, but enough for Emma to let down her left arm.
"Hey, we're making some progress!" Greg exclaimed. "Don't get your hopes up too high now; we've still got 3 more to go."
Greg again leaned in for another kiss, but deeper this time. He brought passion to it this time, kissing her hard and with enthusiasm. He felt both Emma's right arm and left leg fall back onto the bed. He came up and Emma had her eyes closed. He smiled to himself inwardly.
"Alright, that may have been good but you've really got to work for it this time." Emma said playfully.
"You ready for this?" Greg returned, just as playfully.
"Bring it."
This time, Greg really went for it. He kissed her hard and with such zeal that he surprised himself. The kiss was long and overpowering. As he came up for air, he ended with a small, light peck on her luscious lips as a finale. He felt her right leg fall silently to the bed as she lay there unmoving.
"God damn…." was all Emma could say.
Greg chuckled to himself, "You underestimate me. You haven't seen anything yet." He smiled and walked toward his dresser to find some clean dry clothes to dress her in. She rolled onto her side to watch him, his masculine form moving fluidly through the room. She stared without regret. He bent over to look in his bottom drawer to look for pants for both of them to wear when he looked behind himself to see Emma staring and smirking.
"Since you're staring at it, what do you think of my ass?"
Emma rolled onto her back and laughed aloud.
"Well, I'm gonna be honest. It's okay… but I've seen better."
"Oh really?" Greg said as he flopped beside her on the bed. "Now who exactly would you be referring to?"
"You really wanna know?" Emma looked at him from the corner of her eye.
"Yes… yes I do."
"Well, that Nick friend of yours has one sweet keester." Emma said it with a smile and laughed at herself for even saying it.
"Okay, so you're gonna tell me that Nick has a better… keester than I do? Well than…" Greg looked away with a smirk on his face. He held a stack of wrinkled and disheveled clothing in his hand, twisting to look over his shoulder.
"Oh come on! Have a little self-confidence. She pulled his free hand, forcing him back onto the bed. He rolled onto his side, and looked for a long time wonderingly.
"What are you thinking?" Emma asked. Greg was taken aback. His eyes opened wide and he broke their gaze looking in another direction to avoid her omniscient stare.
"You kind of caught me off guard." Greg said, speaking honestly. He had never quite been presented with that kind of question.
"It's just a question. What are you thinking right at this very moment?"
'That you're beautiful.' 'That I want you.' 'That you look so adorable when you're wet.' 'That we're taking this far too fast.' Thoughts ran through Greg's head that he knew he couldn't say, so he thought of something else.
"I'm thinking that I forgot to roll my windows up after all this time." Greg said, knowing that it was a true statement but not true to what he was thinking.
Emma's face was blank for a moment. "Oh." was all that she said. She wasn't offended by any means but definitely wasn't expecting that answer. In a way, it was disappointing. She didn't quite know what she wanted to hear exactly, but she knew it had nothing to do with is car.
Greg picked up on the hint of disappointment in Emma's eyes and felt regretful, 'I knew I should have said that she's beautiful. What the hell was I thinking?!' But it was too late to go back now. He was forced to play it off as though he knew nothing, a choice that might not have been the right one.
"So what are you thinking about?" Greg asked, hoping that he would escape this precarious situation.
"Well, I was thinking something but I don't know. Now I guess I'm thinking right about now that I'm freezing." Emma smiled through chattering teeth.
"Oh! Yeah, I got you some clothes; I just forgot to give them to you. I'm sorry." Greg looked at her apologetically and she just smiled back at him, her jaw quivering from the cold.
He brought his hand that held their clothes next to her stomach. She was leaning on her elbow, head in hand. She stared down at them, her face rather blank.
"Take your pick."
Emma scanned the clothing: a large black hoodie with 'Stanford' on the front, green plaid boxer shorts, a white undershirt, and a gray zip-up hoodie with nothing on it.
"Let's see how we can do this. Who's colder?" Emma asked through now loudly chattering teeth. Her hands were shaking and her face was flushed.
"I don't think that's even a question." Greg said as he slid the large hoodie and white undershirt over to her. He picked himself up off the bed and made his way back to the dresser to get pajama pants and thick socks to really keep her toasty.
"How's all this?" Greg asked as he placed the remaining items down on the bed.
"I think it's warm, and makes me sleepy." Emma said as she curled up into a ball after placing the hoodie over her head.
"Don't fall asleep yet! You still haven't changed out of your wet shirt and you need to put these pants on. I am determined to make you warm. Now go into the bathroom and change… please." He quickly added at the end.
"Aye, aye sir!" as Emma rolled off the bed and gave a sleepy salute. She wobbled her way toward the bathroom door and groggily closed it behind her. She came out not moments later completely changed and ready for sleep.
"Sleepy time." Emma said, too exhausted to say much else. She flopped down on the bed face first, then slowly curled into a ball with her hands tucked under her head and her knees bent to her chest.
"Wait!" But Greg was too late. Emma had fallen fast asleep right on his bed, curled up into a tight ball.
He rolled his eyes, 'Why?! Why the hell here and now! Shit, now I've got to get her home.' Greg thought to himself, frantic.
He didn't want her to think that he was trying to take advantage of her by letting her sleep in his bed after only knowing him a couple hours. If it were a different situation and they had known each other much longer, things might be different but this was not one of those times.
"Emma, wake up. Come on you have to wake up for a minute." Greg whispered into her ear.
Emma's eyes opened slightly as they glared at him menacingly.
"What?" Emma asked irritated.
"I need to get you home, now I just need the directions to where you live and I can take you there." He stepped away only a moment to grab a piece of paper and a pen to scribble down what she said.
She mumbled something that Greg could barely make out, but wrote it down anyway. He folded up the paper and shoved it into his pocket. Emma lay on the bed, still curled into a ball. Her hair was a large frizzy ball that fell unevenly around her face. He just smiled, she was cute.
He straightened, then looked down at the clothes that he had planned on changing into, the clothes that he had completely forgotten about. 'They can wait.' Greg thought to himself as he shivered under his damp clothing.
He kneeled down onto the bed, resting his weight on his hands:
"Emma, Emma wake up. Come on I've got to take you home." Greg spoke into her ear. She shifted a little, and her lashes parted to reveal forest green eyes glaring menacingly at him. She glared for a second, then went back to sleep adjusting her position to be more comfortable.
"Okay, then we'll have to do this differently." Greg said, to himself mostly. He climbed off the bed and positioned himself so that he could place his arms underneath her to carry her to her car. He curled his fingers around the folds of the blanket that was wrapped around her as he lifted her, in one easy and smooth move. She laid her head against his shoulder and wrapped one arm around his neck to help him. He grabbed her keys off the counter skillfully while still holding her and made his way out the door careful as to not bump her into anything on the way out and down to the car.