Chapter 3
One last struggle and they were out of the car. Deidara dragged Emmie to the back of the car, popped the trunk and dragged her suitcase out. Throwing it on the ground, he reached in a grabbed a black duffel and slung it over shoulder.
"How did you get my luggage?" Emmie queried while pulling her poor Ted Baker suitcase upright and shaking it a little to rid the case of the gross drain water beaded on it. "Oh, I got it out of your rental. You know, you really shouldn't be driving Accords, they are literally the easiest car to jack," Deidara said flippantly and steered her to the entrance.
Emmie dragged her suitcase behind her, purposely banging into Deidara's legs until with a muffled oath, he snatched the handle out of her hand and dragged it himself. He marched her to the desk and started to check in with the old lady there. While he was paying, Emmie looked glumly around her new surroundings. The place was dark and gloomy with boring beige walls and equally bland looking stock furniture. No one would find her here, she thought. This place was like every other cheap apartment building in the city.
"Oh, I don't allow single men and women to room together. This is a reputable establishment! There will be no shenanigans here!" the little old lady's voice brought Emmie back to the present. "Don't worry, we're newlyweds," Deidara smiled charmingly and dragged Emmie away before she could protest.
Reaching their room, the 2 of them tired to enter at the same time and got stymied at the door. "You're such an idiot, why didn't you let me in first?" Deidara grunted, annoyed. "Because I was already in front, how am I supposed to get in cuffed like this?!" Emmie dug an elbow into his chest viciously. Deidara stumbled away from her and Emmie popped though with her suitcase in hand. "We could've been fine if you left that damn case behind," Deidara shook his head.
"No way! I have everything I need to survive in this! I'm not trusting you with this!" Emmie walked towards the bed. Singular. Her dark brows drew together. "Uh, there's only one bed." Deidara rolled his eyes, "Yes, Captain Obvious, we're married remember?" Emmie tried to face him but turned the wrong way and ended up with her arm behind her and his arm wrapped around her.
"There is no way I'm getting in bed with you. No way, I'd rather have the plague." Deidara roughly spun her out of his hold and smirked, "Well I don't wanna sleep with you, you are the most unattractive woman I've ever met. I'm so turned off so don't worry, I'm not gonna touch you, I just wanna sleep."
Feminine pride a bit wounded, Emmie turned away in huffy silence to untuck her blouse and wriggled out of her heels. Catching a look at the clock, it read 2:00. Suddenly exhaustion washed over her, it's been a trying day and Emmie was too tired to worry about Deidara possibly raping her. She heard him shuffle out of his shoes and he tugged her to the bed. With a sigh she turned off the light and slid into the bed. There was a problem. If Deidara laid on his back, Emmie was forced onto her front. "God," he muttered as they shuffled around to rearrange themselves into a semi comfortable position. Once settled, they found that the most comfortable position was if Deidara spooned Emmie. He left their handcuffed hands neutrally on her hip. Emmie yanked the covers over her body. She thought briefly about putting a pillow between them but fell asleep before she could mention it.
Deidara and Emmie slept heavily through midmorning when a call jolted them awake. The unfamiliar settings sent a surge of panic through Emmie and she flailed around in a panic. "Stop, stop moving!" Deidara roared, pinning her down. "Please tell me that's your gun," Emmiliana closed her eyes in horror. "Er, yeah, sorry," Deidara moved away hastily and snatched his phone from the table.
"Yeah its me."
"I got her, she's safe."
"Got it, see you."
Tossing his phone onto the bed, he bent to slip his shoes on and inadvertently dragged Emmie across the bed. "Acck!" she sputtered, "My bad," Deidara shrugged, unapologetic. "Get your shoes, we need to be somewhere." He tied up his long blond hair and yanked her to her feet. "Where are we going?" Emmie asked slipping on her heels and futilely smoothing the rumples out of her poor suit. "To see my boss." Deidara said.