Jeff and Emilie walked side by side down the sidewalk in complete silence; the loud music from the club was slowly fading as they walk farther away. The night had been a total bust. Jeff was so concerned with impressing Emilie that he didn't even stop to think about the fact that a rocker chick may not be completely comfortable in a hip hop club. Emilie was mentally kicking herself as well. She tried her best to not be a buzz kill but she really hated those kinds of places. Despite that fact, she had surprisingly lasted longer then she thought she would. She would have made it the whole night if it wasn't for that jerk at the bar that grabbed her ass. After that she really didn't have a choice of whether she should stay or not, seeing how the bouncers had to pull her off the guy and throw her out, like she was the one starting trouble. Emilie was disgusted with herself for her behavior in front of Jeff; he must think she was some psycho. And now he's just staring ahead not saying a word. 'God what must he be thinking?' Kept repeating in her head. The silence was killing her, Emilie decided she'd have to be the one to break it.

"I'm really sorry about all that. I usually wait till the third date to get thrown out of clubs." Jeff couldn't help but laugh. She looked so cute and innocence as she apologized. He would never believe this was the same girl that had mauled a man twice her size only moments earlier.

"Don't be sorry. That was amazing!"

"It was?" Emilie asked in a questionable tone.

"Yeah. That perv had no right to lay a finger on you. Next time he'll think before he harasses another woman. And that was quite a right hook you got him with. I've never seen a girl hit like that"

Jeff and Emilie laughed at the entertaining scene replaying in their head. Before they knew they were both in stitches. Even Emilie had to admit the situation was kind of cool. The guy in the bar must have been at least two hundred pounds and with the shot she knocked him to the floor. Then like a furious cat she leaped on him, whaling at any piece of body he wasn't blocking with his arms. A true sight to behold.

"You know the nights still young and I don't really feel like going to sleep. We could still hang out if you want." Emilie said as she attempted to collect herself.

"I know what we could do" Jeff said grabbing Emilie by the hand and leading her to a store he knew was near by.

"Yes there still open! Wait right here I'll be out in one second." He yelled as he ran into the store. Emilie stood in front of the store a bit confused. She had no idea what was going on inside the boys mind. She could only wait and hope that it didn't involve a trip to jail. After a few minutes Jeff came bouncing out of the store with a paper bag in his hand.

"Alright mister secretive. What's in the bag?"

Jeff reached into the bag and pulled out a bleach kit and a small cylinder jar of bright orange hair dye.

"You're gonna help me dye my hair."

Emilie took the jar from Jeff's hands, examining it, and cringed as she read the label.

"Manic Panic?" she said threw her grimace.

"Yeah what's wrong with it?"

"Nothing it's just..." Emilie paused, contemplating the best way to tell him. "Manic Panic is for pussies and possers."

Jeff was completely stunned by her remark but still managed to burst out in laughter. Out of anything in the world, those were not the words he expected to hear out of her mouth. This girl kept him on his toes and he liked it.

"Well who made you such an expert on hair dye?"

"No one. It's just a known fact that Special Effects is the longest lasting semi-permanent hair color. And only people who dye their hair so others will think they're cool use Manic Panic. Might as well just buy that stuff that washes out."

"I assume you've dyed your hair before."

"Yeah. Blue, pink, red, purple. You name it I've done it. But when I started at Olympic I had to dye my hair a 'normal' color" she said using her hands to make quotations "The owner Mitch said my blue hair would scare away customers. How stupid is that? It's a record shop! Most of the customers there have sheet metal impaled through their faces!"

"So where I am suppose to get Special Effects at 1:30 in the morning?" Jeff asked

"I know just the place." Emilie said as she led him towards the subway.

Before he knew it Jeff was back at Emilie's tiny apartment. After finding two half empty bottles of Special Effects buried in the medicine cabinet they got to work. They soon realized there wasn't enough dye in one bottle for Jeff's whole head so they had to improvise. Using both bottles they dye one side of Jeff's head Electric Blue and the other side Joyride Purple. When they were done they decided to wait for Jeff's hair to dry by watching a movie. Jeff looked through Emilie's collection, surprised that the majority of them were either old or foreign films or an assortment of films he had never heard of before. She had every Marilyn Monroe movie and anything with Vincent Perez and someone named Franka Potente. Finally deciding on SFW they popped the tape in and curled up next to each other on the couch. Being so close to Jeff made every nerve in Emilies body stand on end. She couldn't pay any attention to the movie. Even during Stephen Dorff's sex scene all Emilie could think about was a handsome man sitting next to her. It had been so long since any man had made her feel the way that Jeff did, she really didn't know how to react to it. Was it possible to fall in love after only knowing the person for two days? She was so lost in thought that she didn't even realize that the movie had ended.

"Well let's take a look at our creation." Jeff said as he unwrapped the towel from around his head. His hair falling to the side of his face, still slightly wet. Emilie ran her hand through the freshly dyed locks pulling the strands of hair out of Jeff's face. Looking into Jeff's eyes she felt a smile creep across her face.

"Perfect" she said ran her hand across his check.

They slowly leaned closer to each other, silently anticipating who would make contact first. A short breath escape Emilie's mouth as she felt Jeff's lips graze her against own. The kiss started off innocent enough but soon escalated into something deeper. All the passion and longing that the two had been caring around for the past two days seemed to be pouring into their kiss. Wrapping his arm around her waist Jeff pulled Emilie in as close to him as possible, crushing her chest against his own. Emilie gasped as she felt his hand snaking up her leg, up her thigh, to her chest, resting softly on her right breast. Without breaking the kiss they slid themselves down side by side on the couch with Jeff hovering slightly above her. Clashing teeth and tongues, the pair licked and nipped, searching each others mouths, devouring the warm recesses as desire explored from within, a fire raging to life, burning hotter and brighter with every touch. Hungrily, Jeff ate at her mouth, savoring the unique flavor, consuming her with every sleek stroke of his masterful tongue. Feeling Jeff's hands playing with the hem of her shirt Emilie sat up.

"Are you okay?" He asked attempted to caught his breath.

"Yeah...it's just..." 'God how do I put this' she thought as she searched for the words "It's just been a while and... I think there's something there between us. I don't want to rush it."

Jeff just smiled tucking the strands of hair that fell over her face behind her ears.

"I understand." He said softly "Besides it's really late." He said rising to his feet.

"You don't have to go. I mean it's late you could stay here if you want."

"Stay here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow

"Yeah. With me. We just won't...you know."

Jeff was more then eager to accept her offer. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't dieing to sleep with her but he was happy to see she has morals. Besides she was right, if there was something truly special between the two of them sex could wait.

"I'm gonna get changed and wash my face. You can sleep on the couch or...you could...sleep in the bed...with me."

"I'll just take the couch. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way."

"Okay" Emilie said with a smile and she grabbed Jeff an extra blanket and pillows.

"If you need another blanket just tell me. I can't sleep unless it's really cold in here." 'Or you could come cuddle up with me' was what Emilie wanted to add but she managed to contain herself.

"Nope I'll be fine. I'm the same way. I'm only comfortable if it's freezing and I'm all wrapped up with a blanket."

"Yeah me too. Good night Jeff."

"Night Em."

Emilie walked into her bathroom shut the door behind. Smiling to herself as thoughts about Jeff danced through her head. He was amazing! Most people thought Emilie was crazy for keeping her apartment so cold, even during the winter, but not Jeff. He almost seemed too perfect but Emilie had to remind herself of his schedule. He mentioned earlier in the club that he'd be leaving in a few days and then be on road for most of the year. If she wanted to be with him she'd have to get use to the idea that he wouldn't be there most of the time. That the majority of their conversations would be done over the phone. Or worse yet that he'd be traveling the country, going from state to state, while she waited for him in New York. 'Is this what he does?' she thought to herself 'does he have a woman in every state? Am I just another silly little girl for him to play with?' Finally she snapped her self back to reality. She might not have known him long but Jeff wasn't that type of a guy and she knew it. Or at least that's what she told herself.