"So..do you want to stay here? Or are you heading home?"
He had no idea that two questions could sound so...attractive coming from one little short, brunette woman. And oh, the things running through his mind right then. He smiled, watching as Emma slipped around him, picking her shoes up from the floor and holding them in one hand. "Do you want me to stay here?" He asked.
"Up to you," She said with a shrug as she started towards the bedroom. "It's late though."
He grinned and followed her, reaching up to loosen up his tie. "Fine, fine I'll stay. You don't have to twist my arm or anything."
Emma laughed, looking at him over her shoulder, "you were planning on staying anyway weren't you?"
Don watched as she moved into the bedroom, dropping her shoes onto the floor as she walked around the bed. He slipped his jacket off his shoulders, "so maybe I was hoping I could stay."
She sat down on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs back and forth some. "I got questioned by Aiden and Stella tonight.."
"Huh?" He took the opportunity to lay down on the bed, stretching out some as he felt his muscles start to relax after a long day. It did alarm Don a little that the two women had seemingly ganged up on her but Emma didn't seem too worse for wear so it had to go pretty good.
She turned on the bed to see him better, grumbling as she tugged on the end of her dress to keep it from riding up all the way. "They wanted to know what was going on with you and I.."
He raised an eyebrow at that. Uh oh, that could be either very good or very bad. "And uh..what'd you tell them?"
Emma laughed as she moved to lay down next to him, wrapping her arms around his middle. "You look so worried! I told them we'd gone on a couple of dates but other tan that, I don't know."
One of Don's arms slipped around her, playing with the ends of her hair. "What else do you want from all this?"
She shifted some to look up at him, "What do you want from all of this?"
"Ah there you go, answering a question with a question," He said with a grin.
Emma smiled, shrugging her shoulders as best she could with the position they were in. "I don't know..."
"Well it's not like we're getting married tomorrow or anything." His eyes had closed so she couldn't see him and anything they might reveal. "But..I guess I just don't want to see you with another guy, you know?"
"You mean you don't want me to date other guys?"
He nodded, "Yeah.."
"Okay." Emma moved to sit up, tugging on the dress again as she tucked her legs underneath her, "then I want the same thing from you. No other girls."
His eyes opened when he felt her move, his hand falling down onto the mattress beside them. "So does this mean we're...dating or whatever? Or is there some other term they're using nowadays?"
She laughed, "You make it sound like we're both old people.."
"Well what are they calling it nowadays?"
She swatted at his arm, trying to stay serious but it was hard when he was acting the way that it was. It also didn't help that he was about as close to laughing as she was. "I think it's stil referred to as 'dating' by the kids. Since we're elderly now and all."
"Okay so what are we then?"
"Don! I don't know!" Emma sighed loudly before she crawled off the bed, reaching behind her to unzip the dress part of the way, "you're being way too difficult about all of this. Just answer Aiden and Stella when they interrogate you. I'm gonna go change."
He lifted his head enough to watch as the zipper slid down, revealing the skin of her back as she walked towards the bedroom door. "Wait a minute, I don't want to be interrogated by those two. And I'm not being difficult. What do you want from all this? I mean, is it a casual thing between us or..are we doing the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing?"
Her hands went to her hips as she turned fully to look at him. "Don, I don't know. I keep telling you that, geez. Why don't we just...see where it goes. If it gets too weird, we go back to being friends." She shrugged, "that's about all I can think to do."
Don nodded his head after taking a moment to think about it all. Her idea didn't sound so bad actually. "But no seeing other people?"
"Right. No seeing other people," She nodded in agreement. "Can I go change my clothes now?"
He laughed, "I guess you can if you must."
"You'd just like it if I stripped in front of you," She said with a grin before turning and disappearing into the bathroom.
Don laughed as he laid back on the bed; that might be a little true. Oh who was he kidding, it was very true.
She came back a few moments later, out of the short black dress and in her pajamas. All traces of make-up were gone and Emma's hair was pulled back away from her face. She smiled as she climbed up on the bed next to him, immediately curling up against his side. She yawned before shifting to see him better, "so do you work later?"
"Nope. I plan on sleeping for quite awhile though. Mom keeps threatening me if I don't go up and see her though so I might do that. Wanna tag along?"
"Oh so the rumors can get worse!"
He laughed, sliding his arm around her to pull her closer. "Smartass. I'm serious."
"Yeah sure. I could use some of your mom's cooking.." Emma covered up another yawn before her eyes slipped closed, "but yes I'll come with."
Don watched her quietly for a moment before he leaned down enough to brush his lips over hers. After all, he'd been wanting to do that all night but didn't want to overstep any boundary (in case there were any) and he wasn't sure if she was all into PDA in front of Aiden and Stella. "You need to sleep," He said quietly as he leaned his head against hers.
"So do you! You had a much longer day..night, whatever, than I did." Emma sighed, stealing a look up at him. His eyes were closed and she could tell he was about half asleep himself. In other words, he looked adorable and if she wasn't so worn out she probably would've crawled out of bed long enough to grab her camera. But as it was, she was way too comfortable and too tired to move. She snuggled up closer to him, about as close as she could get that is, and let her eyes close as well. That night was probably one of the best sleeps she'd gotten in days, and of course it had something to do who she was sleeping next to.
He woke up to find himself in a strange bed, the sunlight filtering in the window. He groaned and pushed himself up, looking around at the decidedly female room. It was then that Don remembered about coming over to Emma's the night before, waiting for her to get home from her night out with Stella and Aiden. But then he realized he was alone in the bed, the other side of the bed was completely empty. He stole a glance at the clock on the nightstand; it was only 9:30. It hard for him to believe that Emma had gotten up before him, usually he was the early riser even when he tried to sleep in. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck. The way he'd slept the night before had caused one hell of a crick in his neck. Finally though, Don stood from the bed and made his way out of the bedroom, towards the kitchen. His stomach was growling and he was in desperate need of coffee.
He could hear her humming some song before he saw her. The radio was playing in the background, although the volume was pretty low. He had no idea what song was playing, nor did Don really care. He leaned against the wall, just out of sight from Emma who was in the kitchen. Her back was to him as she stood in front of the counter, in front of the coffee pot. Her hair was piled up underneath a towel, which meant she'd gotten up before him and had taken a shower before him. She had a white tank top on paired with a pair of what had to be his boxer shorts. They were too long on her, even though it looked like she'd rolled the waistband up some. He raised an eyebrow, grinning some. How in the world had she managed to get a pair of his boxers? Granted, what probably happened was he left them at her place and she'd felt the need to keep them for herself. Which, he had to admit, was really cute.
Don cleared his throat before the mini-concert in the kitchen could continue too much longer. He was more than slightly amused when Emma jumped, obviously startled. She spun around and gave him a bit of a death glare. "What are you doing awake?"
"Well I woke up, you weren't there. Guess you could say I got lonely." He grinned as he moved forward, "I thought you were going to start singing and dancing there for a minute.."
She turned a little red, turning back to the coffee maker. She reached for one of the mugs sitting on the counter next to it, "I was not going to sing and dance thank you very much."
"Oh come on, it was cute!" Don slid up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, "And I hope that's coffee for me.."
"Considering I've known that you are a caffeine fiend for years now, yes there is coffee for you." She grinned, leaning back against him, "you know...this is very nice.."
He reached around her for one of the steaming cups of coffee, "yeah. And you know, it's very nice to see you wearing my boxers. Where in the world did you get those?"
Emma slipped out from underneath his arm, her own cup of coffee in hand. "That's for me to know and you to find out!" And with a grin, Emma disappeared back towards the bedroom again.