Once again, just smut :)

It was in the middle of the night when someone knocked quietly on his door. Disgruntled, Deidara stood stiffly, having been hunched over his easel for the past hour put a pain in between his shoulders and soured his temper.

Wrenching the door open angrily, he looked down at Emmie. She stood there looking good enough to eat in a short green dress that looked like she was poured into it. Lifting her heeled foot to nudge him out of the way, Deidara watched bemusedly as Emmie swayed past him.

"Let's celebrate!" she giggled, clearly having pregamed. "Celebrate what?" Deidara eyed her suspiciously. Emmie pulled a bottle of champagne and a box of truffles out of her overnight bag.

"My engagement is over, I'm a free woman again," Emmie trilled merrily. Deidara opened his mouth to say something but Emmie popped a truffle in. "'Fanks," he said around it. Swallowing, he said, "You did it, it's over and everything? How did Kabuto take it?" Emmie slid her legs into his lap and Deidara took the opportunity to run his hands along her beautiful legs.

Emmie leaned her head back, "Well, he seemed confused and sad, obviously but he didn't really fight it. I think he knew deep down." Then nudging his hand with her foot, she commanded, "Take my shoes off please, my feet are killing me. I went out with the girls before coming here and I think my feet are bleeding." Deidara undid the straps and slipped her heels off while examining her feet.

"They aren't bleeding but I think you'll be forming a couple of blisters tomorrow. Why the hell do you wear those things?" he asked. Emmie shook a finger at him, "I like to be taller ok? And have you seen what theses things do for my calves? They look great!"

"Not to mention your ass," Deidara sniggered.

Emmie gave him a disparaging glance and took her hairdo apart letting her locks cascade freely. Deidara opened the champagne, a little unsure about her current mood. What was she planning? He drank straight from the bottle and handed it back to her. Emmie smiled and put it on the ground.

"Deidara, unzip me, please," she requested. Deidara moved her hair off her back and kissed the top of her back first then slowly unzipped her dress like a present. Under her dress she wore a matching bra and panty. The cherry on top was the garter belt and thigh highs. She breathed deeply, making her chest rise and fall.

Deidara ran his hands down her sides, marveling in the way she curved inwards then out. Emmie reached for him and drew him down into a kiss. They kissed, tasting each other, Deidara felt a little light headed, she tasted like temptation. He reached down and gripped her ass, squeezing and massaging her firm globes. She grasped his biceps, digging her finger tips into his flesh teasingly. He stripped quickly and lifted her up. Emmie laughed and wrapped her legs around his narrow hips.

Making his way to the bed, he laid her down gently and groped her breasts through the bra. She made to take it off but he stopped her whispering, "No, keep it on, I like it." He ran his fingers along her silky stockings then lapped at her damp panties. Emmie gasped in pleasurable surprise. Deidara turned her over and quickly rolled on a condom. Moving her thong out of the way, he gave her ass a quick bite and dodged her kick.

Sliding his cock slowly into her body, he almost came. "More, more! Faster," Emmie ordered. Deidara ignored her and continued his purposeful thrusts into her body. In and out, there was too much pleasure in teasing her.

Frustrated, Emmie bucked her hips but he held her still. Deidara enjoyed the control he had over her in this position and the depth it allowed. "Chill, princess," he purred, "Let me do all the work." Deidara picked up the pace thrusting faster but keeping a rhythm. There was a beauty in their movements. He surged forwards while she brought her hips back. Contrary but beautifully in sync.

He was close he felt his balls tighten. Deidara leaned over to thrust even deeper. Biting her neck and sucking, he gripped her tits continuing his sweet pounding into her body. His body radiated the heat of his passion. Quickly, he turned her on her back.

Deidara looked down at her. She was more beautiful than he'd ever seen. Her body looked so perfect, it looked like a mirage. Her pale skin glowed from her passion and her midnight hair was fanned out under her creating a forbidden halo. Plum colored hickeys bloomed on the delicate skin of her neck and her lips were swollen and blood red. Emmie's lashes hid her dark eyes and her body arched in pleasure. It was as if he had found religion, he gave her his devotion. He pressed kisses into her skin, worshipping her.

"I love you, love you, love you," he chanted, punctuating each statement with a thrust of his hips. He was so close but he didn't want to spill just yet, not until he heard her say it. Deidara looked into Emmie's eyes. Responding, she wrapped her arms around him and said clearly, "Deidara, I love you." With a sigh, Deidara's orgasm overtook him. The lovely pressure that was building all night was released and exhilaration filled him taking him to the heights of bliss. He felt light and stars circled under his lids as he released his semen. Deidara could still feel Emmie's arms around him, her lips on his collarbone, the luxurious tightness of her pussy.

Coming down again, he felt as if all of his senses have been focused. Deidara felt Emmie gently uncross her legs from his back. He felt the slickness and heat between their bodies. Trying to regulate his breathing, he slid Emmie's legs down. Moving up for another kiss, Deidara gave an involuntary groan when he moved his hypersensitive dick inside her. He could feel his cum slip out and mingle with their sweat on his sensitive balls but he didn't want to pull out and end their joining quite yet. Exchanging lazy kisses, Deidara and Emmie were content to lay together, running their hands along each other's bodies and tangling fingers in hair. They were one, joined by their passion, an expression of love.