"Psst are you still awake?" Deidara whispered. Emmie rolled over grumpily and kicked him in the side. "I'm not. Now go to sleep." She said and kicked him again, this time Deidara caught her foot. "Holy shit your feet are cold. Come on what's our plan?" Emmie thrashed childishly groaning, "Why can't we do this in the morning! I'm tired."
Deidara rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. "I can't sleep I gotta know our game plan and plus you're so distracting." Emmie propped herself up on her elbows and glared at him. "How am I distracting? I'm just trying to sleep and you're crashing in my bed and somehow you just don't stop bothering me. I'm trying to be nice."
Deidara muttered. "So-rry. Thanks for not kicking me out." Her flare of anger abated, Emmie said, "I looked up my ex and he's throwing a big engagement party. We're gonna crash that, hopefully he's going to be distracted enough by his upcoming wedding that he's not going to be able to lie. So we'll have to confront Bhenka another time. Anyway, how am I distracting?" she rolled onto her side to look at him. Deidara cleared his throat, "It's nothing. Good night." And rolled away. Undeterred, Emmie came uncomfortably close. Poking him hard in between the shoulder she persisted, "How am I distracting? Come on, you're infringing on my hospitality, the least you can do is answer me."
Deidara ignored her until he felt her trace the feathers of his back tattoo. He squirmed, "I'm ticklish." Emmie stopped and he felt suddenly disappointed, "You can touch my tat, just press a little harder," he said hopefully though he hoped she couldn't hear the longing in his voice. Deidara felt her huff an amused breath and felt her press her hand to his back. Deidara relaxed and Emmie-that witch-dug her fingers into the flesh of his back. "Am I distracting now?" she asked playfully. "Ow shit, ok fine. I can't sleep cuz you're too close to me. I can smell your lotion or whatever and I can't escape it." Deidara admitted. Emmie traced the lines of the wings down one of his arms. "If you say that I smell like old lady, I'm throwing you out." Emmie warned.
Deidara hesitated, he didn't want to admit that her scent made him want to tear that scandalous thing she wore off and fuck her into the mattress. It might go to her head if she knew that he was into her. Thinking fast he acceded, "You smell incredible. Edible almost. And you're barely wearing anything. I can't get that out of my head."
"Pfft, don't look next time," Emmie said flippantly. "I didn't force you or anything." Deidara closed his eyes, the sensation of her fingers lulling him to sleep. "Whoa, you have a tramp stamp?" Emmie asked, pulling down the covers for a better look. "Momento mori. Remember you will die. That's terrible!" she said. Deidara laughed, "The front's better. Here." He turned onto his back. "Numquam periit amor," Emmie read the tattoo on his groin. "What does that mean?" Deidara reached and twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers. "Love never died."
Emmie leaned over him, flooding his chest with waves of ocean black hair, "Aw, that's romantic. Why past tense?" Deidara shrugged, "Because love is a story. It already happened, there's no present tense of love because nothing in love is new. Do you have any tats?" Emmie replied, "Nope," then rolled away. She pulled up the covers and settled down, clearly ready to sleep. "That's pretty deep. I didn't expect that from a bonehead like you." Deidara started, "Why you-" Emmie merely curled away, cackling.
"Come on, you said nope too fast. You have one," Deidara poked at her. Emmie pulled the covers over her head but he yanked them back down. Emmie turned over half way. "If I tell you, will you finally let me sleep?" Deidara nodded eagerly. "It's not super cool," she said self-consciously, slipping a strap of her top off and pulling down the side, Emmie revealed a series of words in type writer script on the side of her ribs. "Cogito ergo sum. I think therefore I am, fitting for a psychiatrist," Deidara squinted at the tiny words, coming closer to read. "You're too close," Emmie pushed him away. She turned to the other side and raised her top and arm showing him a detailed, intricate moon cupping the side of her breast. "Niiiice," Deidara drew out the word, "Sexy, I like it." He came closer to examine the design, careful not to touch her.
Noticing that she was holding her breath, Deidara backed off, "You can breath, you know that right?" Emmie merely shook her head and laid back down. They were laying there in a temporary truce and it was a bit awkward. "Night,'' Emmie whispered and turned away.
Deidara woke up in cloud of softness and sweet scents. He didn't move, he was too comfortable but he did open his eyes to watch the sun rise. Emmie's apartment had an incredible view, he had to give her that. Deidara tightened his arm around her and realized that she was right, he was a cuddler damn it. Deidara carefully untangled himself from her and moved away, already missing her warmth. He turned his head and watched the sun bathe Emmie's skin with golden light. Emmie turned in her sleep and reached for him, smacking him in the face. Grumbling, Deidara stayed still and let her nestle her head on his chest. He rested his hand on her shoulder and tried to ignore the throbbing from his hard-on. Shit, he could feel her soft breasts against his side.
Emmie snored gently and Deidara had the brilliant idea to film her while sleeping so he could tease her later. Fumbling with his phone with one hand, he finally turned the stupid thing on and tilted the cracked screen to get her face on the screen. Cackling silently, Deidara was gloating already in his head. Putting down his phone, Deidara savored the silence and the comfort. What if his life was like this? A beautiful woman in his bed, expensive liquor, and surrounded by luxury. A pipe dream for sure, Deidara sighed. Stirring, Emmie kneaded his chest and stretched like a cat.
Goddamn it, he finally went soft but this little stunt of hers revived him to full hardness. "Look who's cuddling now," Deidara drawled. Annoyed, Emmie propped herself up on his chest. "You're in my bed. I can do whatever I want in my bed. Besides, you could always push me off." Deidara made a face, mentally studying her. She looked like an angel with the sun behind her, glinting off her raven hair, creating an iridescent halo. That was some art shit there, he thought. To end the awkward silence, he pushed her off. Emmie rolled off of him, laughing at his uncharacteristic silence. Shifting to hide his boner he had a sinking feeling that she knew. Laying side by side, Deidara could still feel her skin against his and his body tingled with the loss of her warmth.
He cleared this throat to end the stillness. "So, what are we going to do now? Lay in bed forever, cuz I'm down with it. You have a comfy ass bed," he turned his face to her. Emmie looked up to the ceiling, "Our appointment with Harold is at 11 so we really don't have anything to do. Are you hungry or something?" Deidara shook his head and rolled over onto his stomach. Emmie couldn't resist and trailed her fingers over his tattoos, touching them gently. Someone's phone rang and they both jumped. Both of them checked their phone but it was Deidara's. Tobi was calling and Deidara tried to answer the kid without laughing or squirming. Emmie was lightly running her nails on his skin and it felt like ants and ice on his nerves. Smacking her hands away, he fled to the living room to finish the call.