Deidara woke, considerably happier than he was a few weeks ago. It seemed like finally things were going his way. He was getting clean, his career had taken off, his sister was getting better and Emmie was back. He ran a hand gently down her bare back, fingering the midnight silk that was her hair. All they had to do was wait for Antonio's fiancée to hold another meeting and in the mean time, do nothing.
Emmie stirred and leaning over, he gave her a sweet kiss. "What are we going to do today?" Emmie yawned.
"Anything we want," Deidara said, "Let's go out."
"Go out?" Emmie rolled over.
"Yeah, like on a date. We only know each other's bad side, how about actually getting to know each other," Deidara suggested.
Emmie closed her eyes thoughtfully, "Yes, actually that's a good idea. Let's do it."
They got ready and headed to the Museum of Modern Art. There Deidara proudly showed her his earlier works.
"Yeah. This one was supposed to symbolize depression," he gesticulated to the broad sweeps of blue.
Emmie pointed to a canvas depicting a naked female figure, "And who is this? Honestly, I'd be so insulted if you painted me like that." Deidara searched his memory for the inspiration and muse of the piece. "I don't remember my model but that was in my cubism and surrealist phase."
Emmie pointed to another piece, "I don't think you ever left the cubism behind." Deidara put his arm around her waist and gazed at her thoughtfully. "You know quite a bit about art and jazz. What drew you to this stuff," he waved a hand to include other subjects in the artistic sphere.
"I've always thought of art and music as freeing. My family is rather traditional, my brother and I grew up in a pretty strict household, art and music were my way of escape."
They walked together through another exhibit and Emmie asked, "Why did you go into art?" Deidara took a while to formulate an answer. "Science is my great passion but it never helped me convey stuff I wanted to say. When I was younger, I could never say the right thing-"
"What do you mean younger?" Emmie laughed, "You still say the wrong things."
"Like I was saying," Deidara forged ahead, "It felt like I always had too many feelings to properly put into words. I'm no poet, or writer so I found that the best way to express myself was through art."
Emmie snuggled a little closer and said, "I like your art, I'm glad you went into it."
They spent the rest of the day in the museum, talking, criticizing art, and walking around aimlessly.
Over the next few days, Emmie and Deidara went on dates after work and got to know each other properly. This was great, Deidara thought. Emmie was so interesting and knowing a different side of her was something he enjoyed learning about. They had finished watching a classic horror movie-Emmie didn't see half of it, she was hiding under the throw- and Deidara was watching her pick popcorn out of her hair.
"I hate scary movies," She muttered, throwing the kernels into the bowl. Deidara looked at her through amused eyes. "I like you scared, it's cute." Emmie kicked him playfully and settled herself on the other side of the couch. Deidara stroked her legs under the throw and said suddenly, "You know, I'm surprised. You're actually nice."
Raising an elegant brow, Emmie asked dangerously, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Grabbing her legs, Deidara pulled her closer. "You act all snobby sometimes and at first, it was such a turn off. It was like you were above us mere mortals." Emmie allowed him to put his arm around her shoulders. "Mortals? Whatever, it might come as a surprise to you but I am nice to people I like."
"So this means you didn't love me at first sight?"
She laughed throwing her head back, "Oh I didn't. I hated you, you were the antithesis of my very being. You were so brash and nonchalant it drove me crazy!"
Deidara rested his head on her shoulder, "I'm glad I kidnapped you," he murmured and Emmie kissed him, one thing led to another and they went into the bedroom.