Emmie was rudely awakened by Deidara shoving her off the bed. With an outraged squeak, she hit the ground. "I can't believe you stayed the night, I already paid you and are you wearing my shirt?" he growled, reaching over and grabbing the front of Emmie's borrowed shirt. Brushing gossamer black hair out of her eyes, she stared up at him amused, "This is what I get for staying the night? I'm not staying the night again."
Deidara sat up and stared at her blearily. His eyes focused and he vaulted over the bed. "Last night, it was real? You stayed? For me?" he asked searching her face. Emmie struggled, tangled in his sheets, "Yeah, you told me such a sob story and like an idiot, I believed you. I didn't want you to take any more drugs and OD.'' Deidara shook his head, "Oh, only the real Emmie can be this bitchy in the morning." Emmie kicked at him, "Don't give me that, I'm wearing your gross sweaty shirt and you didn't even make me coffee. Ka-" Emmie was about to compare him to her fiance but seeing his bright and enthused expression, she didn't want to crush his spirit.
He gathered her up and buried his nose into her neck. Emmie stroked his silky hair. They held each other in comfortable silence. "Emmie, why did you stay? Why did you care?" he whispered into her neck. She hoped he couldn't feel her pulse race or temperature rise, Deidara was too close, his soft lips moving on her pulse was driving her to distraction. "Uh, we've been so close while we were running for our lives and I care alright, I can't help it. We've been through so much. Wait ew, are you licking my neck?!" Emmie tried to push him away. Deidara chuckled and continued burying his face into her neck.
Emmie held him for a moment longer. As she nudged him away, he asked her, "Why did you choose Kabuto?" Emmie's smile faded and wrapped the sheet around her tighter, "You're not going to stop until I answer right?" Deidara nodded, moving to sit by her side. "He's good to me and he's reliable," she paused. Thinking about it, she didn't have anything else to add. "That's it? Nice and reliable?" Deidara asked scornfully.
"Shut up, I know he's not going to give me any grief. I like him, he's stable," Emmie wrapped her arms around her knees. "That's what you want? Stability? But do you actually love him?" Deidara reached for her hand. Emmie let him hold it, "I do like him. I want to be safe and- and, well, Deidara, your life is too much for me. I don't know if I can trust your fidelity. How many women did you sleep with?" Deidara ran his thumb over her knuckles. "You don't want to know. But rest assured, they don't hold a candle to you. I've changed, I've cut ties with the gang and the mob. I've gone straight."
Emmie leaned into him. "What? But what about Tobi, your friends?" Deidara sighed, "They didn't want the quiet life. Sasori was my only friend, and look where it got him." Emmie felt sorry for him. "You've gone straight, huh?" She put her arm around him and pulled him closer. "That's good, let's get breakfast and plan our next move."
Still wearing his shirt, Emmie sat at his counter sipping the coffee that he made. The caffeine rejuvenated her, helping her think more clearly. She looked at him over the rim of her cup; Deidara had to sacrifice no small about of courage to contact her. He knew how hurt and angry she was after that night. He must have known that she would have tried to hurt him back but he still reached out. Plus, he could have just moved on and let her brother die. Hearing how he suffered without her horrified her but deep down, Emmie reveled in the power she held over him. Not like she was unaffected, she went numb for a while too.
Deidara served her a plate of scrambled eggs with a flourish. She smiled and as they ate, Deidara told her how he found the post. Emmie asked if they could trace the post and Deidara said that if he pulled some favors and asked the techie boys from the nightclub, they would probably be able to. Emmie gathered her things from Deidara's room and told him that she needed to go back. "Kabuto is waiting for me, I don't want him to worry." Deidara froze, "You're going back to him? Emmie… don't make me beg."
Emmie looked down, "Deidara, I can't just dump him. I owe him, he helped me a lot this month. I was in some dark places. I can't break off our engagement without an explanation. I need some time to make a good one," she shrugged. He nodded, handing her the clutch, "I'm gonna come see you tonight, we need a better plan." Emmie quickly stopped him, "No! I don't want chancing you and Kabuto meeting. You might punch him. I'll come to you," Deidara made a face, "Defending him? What kinda pussy is he?" Emmie stroked his shoulder, "Calm down, I don't want you to make a scene and ruin your career." Emmie smiled at him once more and left.