By the time Emma and Gunner made it back to his house, it was past midnight. The house was silent so they tiptoed up to his room. He wrapped the blanket into a ball and placed it in the corner of his room along with the duffle bag.

"Am I allowed to sleep in here?" she whispered to him as she pulled out a tee shirt and shorts to sleep in.

"Of course, my parents don't care," he replied before turning out the light. They crawled into his full sized bed and settled under the covers. She unhooked herself from her tank then turned to face a smiling Gunner. "I can't wait to wake up with you tomorrow morning," he sighed, scooting closer to her so they could cuddle. She hummed her agreement. "I really don't want you to leave."

"I'll be here for a whole week," she reminded him as she turned around so her back was on his front. "But after that…"

"We'll figure it out," he assured her, kissing her cheek. "Maybe I can ask Dylan for a permanent job up there or something. I heard there's some open spots."

"About that," Emma turned her head so she could see him, "this job isn't exactly safe, right?"

"Well as a trimmer, it's not that dangerous. Once you get to Dylan's level, you always need to keep an eye out for something," he admitted, tightening his hold on her.

"I don't know if I like that," she said lowly. "I really don't want anything to happen to you."

"If I play it right, and have the right people behind me, I should be fine. Besides, I'd rather risk my life a little and get to see you everyday than have to be hundreds of miles away missing you. Don't worry about me, this will all work out," he nuzzled his face into her hair.

She nodded but was still thinking about his safety even after his breathing had evened out. So far, she had lived with the expectation that everyone else would outlive her. Even though her town was run by the drug business, which many people had died from, she never really cared about any of them. And then Gunner came along, making her question which one of them will live longer. She hoped she wouldn't find out for a while.

The next morning, Emma woke up with a smile. She'd had a pleasant dream of Gunner and her having a stroll in the countryside. She grinned as she turned over, expecting her arms to wrap around her boyfriend but instead they fell onto the cold sheets. Her eyes shot open as she realized she was in the room alone. The covers rustled as she sat up, squinting as the morning light glimmered through the windows.

"Gunner?" she called out quietly, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the house.

"Hey, I'm here." He was in the adjacent bathroom. "I was gonna get breakfast and bring it up. Is pancakes and coffee okay?"

"Yeah, that's great," she smiled. She leaned back and snuggled back into the covers as he left the room.

Sitting quietly in the empty room, Emma couldn't help but think about their conversation last night. She really wanted Gunner to move up to White Pine Bay but she didn't realize how dangerous his business was. She didn't want the day to come when he got on someone's bad side and is left burning in the town square.

The door opened again before she could think up even more horrible scenarios. Gunner held a tray stacked high with pancakes and two full cups of coffee. The delicious buttery smell reached Emma's nose before the strong coffee scent. For some reason, her mouth twisted down into a grimace before she had to cup her hand over it. Her boyfriend stared at her in confusion as she bolted out of the bed and into the bathroom without even bothering to close the door. The sounds of her retching echoed throughout both rooms, making him put down the food to follow her. She was sprawled in front of the toilet, her hair haphazardly around her, both in the toilet and out. He reached forward and gathered her hair, placing it gently on her back.

"Get my tank," she gasped out when she could. He left her for a few seconds as he grabbed the orange tank and brought it into the bathroom with him. They worked together to place the tubes into her nostrils. She tried taking deep breaths but the smell of the vomit in front of her was making her gag. Gunner noticed and flushed the toilet, trying to clear the air a bit. After a while, the gagging stop and Emma was just breathing hard.

"Are you okay now?" he asked quietly while lightly rubbing her back. She nodded, not trusting herself to talk yet. "Do you want to rinse your mouth out and get back in bed?"

Instead of answering, she slowly started to stand, trying to keep her movements smooth and slow. He kept a hold of her arm to keep her steady because she seemed unnerved by the event that just occurred. He made sure her tank followed them on their way to the sink while she washed her mouth with water, and then back to the bed where she crawled back under the covers. She almost started retching again when the smell of the coffee wafted over to her.

"I'll get you some water instead, okay?" he said quickly as he picked up the tray to take out of the room. She nodded and watched him leave, holding back tears. Not only was that painful and disgusting, but also really embarrassing. Gunner only wanted to have a nice breakfast in bed and she had to go and ruin it all. She closed her eyes and focused on just breathing the pure oxygen from her tank. By the time he came back, Emma was feeling fine again.

"Thank you," she gave him a bashful smile when he handed her the glass of water.

"Yeah, no problem. What was that?"

"I really don't know. The coffee smell was just really strong and I just had the urge to throw up. Maybe the pineapples on our pizza last night weren't good," she suggested.

"Maybe… So you're okay now?" The worry in his voice made her heart melt.

"Yes, I think so. I kinda want to take a shower and brush my teeth though," she admitted.

"Do you want to eat after? I still have the pancakes."

"No, I'm not really hungry anymore. I'm sorry." She started feeling bad again.

"No, no, that's totally fine. While you're showering I'll just go eat, I'm still really hungry," he tried to assure her.

Emma gave a small smile and nodded her head. "I'm really sorry for that," she said quietly.

He reached out to hold her hand. "Seriously, don't worry. It happens to all of us sometimes." She raised a questioning eyebrow. "Maybe not something like that but you know what I mean. When you're hungry again, just tell me and I'll make something for you, alright?" He gave her a kiss on the forehead and left to eat.

She knew why he didn't kiss her on the lips; she still smelled like puke. She shuffled through her bag for a change of clothes and a toothbrush. She made sure the door was closed before beginning to get undressed. After making sure the water was nice and hot, she slipped into the shower and let the water soak her hair. She'd been in such a hurry to the toilet that some of the vomit had gotten into the strands. She found some men's shampoo in the shower caddy and massaged it into her scalp. She recognized the scent as one that Gunner frequently smelled like. She wondered if it was strange that this made her feel closer to him.

Once her hair was fresh and clean again, she wrapped herself up in one of his towels. Pinning her hair up, Emma began brushing her teeth at the sink. She realized that his room and bathroom were a lot cleaner than she'd expect for a teenage boy. In fact, they might even be cleaner than her room. She was thankful he hadn't been to her house yet.

"Hey, Emma, are you still in there?" a voice called from outside the bedroom.

"Yeah, I'm about to get dressed." She'd been lost in thought so she quickly rinsed her mouth out, glad to be feeling clean again. She slipped into the change of clothes she brought with her before leaving the bathroom. Gunner was sitting on his bed looking on his phone but his gaze landed on her once he heard her enter.

"Are you up for seeing a movie?" he questioned as he pocketed his phone.

Emma put her nasal cannula back on before slipping on some shoes. "Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"Whatever you want is cool with me. There's a new romantic comedy playing down the street," he suggested.

"You want to see that?" she snorted before sitting next to him on the bed.

"I really don't care what we see, as long as it's with you." He held her hand and smiled before standing up. "Come on, it starts in like 15 minutes." They both grabbed their phones and some money, even though Gunner told her he would be paying, and made their way out of the house.

"Where are your parents?" she asked quietly. She was still embarrassed about how she met his father yesterday.

"I think they're having some fun time which is why we need to leave the house," he laughed a little. Emma sent him a questioning look. "I heard some things while I was eating breakfast. That's why I was looking up movie times."

"Oh, wow." Emma couldn't imagine hearing her dad doing that. After her mother had left, he never really went on dates; he just became more immersed in his taxonomy work. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Just one, an older brother. His name is River."

"River?"

"My family isn't a conventional one," he chuckled. "I mean come on, my name is Gunner. How many guys do you know named Gunner?"

"Just you," she gave his hand a squeeze. They decided to walk to the movie theater since it was only a few blocks away. "This is going to sound really stupid, but I should probably know your last name."

Gunner let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, probably. It's Torres, Gunner Torres. And your last name is…?"

"Decody."

"Glad we got this cleared up, Miss Decody," he teased her and offered his arm. Their arms linked and they walked up to the ticket booth. "Hi, we'd like two tickets to whatever rom-com you have playing next," he stated as he pulled some money out of his wallet.

"Seriously?" the ticket guy asked. When Gunner shrugged, he sighed and printed out two tickets. "Just go to theater 3 on your left, then," he said as he handed them their tickets.

Once they got inside, they shared a laugh. "I feel like that was kinda rude," Emma whispered to him.

"Nah, he pretty much just recommended a movie to us. How is that rude?"

Emma shook her head and they entered the theater. She was surprised when he started pulling her to the back row. "What are you doing?" she hissed out. The previews were already playing.

"It'll be better in the back, come on," he urged her to go to the very last row.

"But the screen is so small back here," she whined, but he wouldn't listen.

"I promise you'll like it." She rolled her eyes and finally gave in, letting him guide her down the row with no resistance. They sat in the direct center, right below the projector. Seconds later, the movie began playing.

Only after a few minutes in, it was obvious Emma liked it a lot better than Gunner. He found her reactions a lot more interesting than the sob story playing on the screen at the moment. He watched how her eyes twisted in anticipation as the heroine and her family got into a car, only for an accident to ensue. Her mouth turned down into a frown before biting her bottom lip. He was entranced in everything that was Emma. His hand slid across the armrest into her lap. She was startled for a second because she was so immersed in the movie. When her attention was back on the movie, he leaned over and began to kiss her shoulder.

"Gunner, what are you doing?" she whispered over to him, her eyes still on the screen in front.

"You're so beautiful, really," he said between kisses on her cheek. She looked over at him with a disapproving look but he took the opportunity to kiss her lips. She pulled back after a second but he leaned over further to start another kiss. This time, she followed his lead, forgetting about the movie for a second. "Isn't this better?" he whispered, causing her to giggle loudly.

An older woman a few rows in front of them turned around, glaring at them. Gunner pulled back a bit and gave the woman a reassuring smile. She shook her head before looking back at the screen. "I guess we have to be really quiet," he breathed into her ear, almost making Emma laugh again. Their lips were pressed together again and their tongues began to join in. Their hands started to caress each other lightly, making them want each other more. When Gunner's hand rounded over her breast, she had to choke back a moan.

"I don't think I can be quiet," she confessed, pulling back. He shot her a confused look, like a puppy that had just been scolded. "I think we should do this later, when we don't have to worry about others."

He nodded his head but looked disappointed. "Yeah, okay." When he began shifting in his seat, she noticed his problem. She chewed on her lip, looking at the screen, the woman in front of them, and then her boyfriend. Her hand crawled onto his lap and began gently massaging it. He sharply turned his head to her. "What are you…?"

"You can be quiet, right?" she asked. He looked at her hand before nodding. "I just feel bad making you sit through this whole movie before we can do something about this." She quietly began unbuttoning his pants.

"Yeah," he breathed out almost silently. Once his jeans were open, she slipped his erection out of his boxer briefs. She discovered the armrest could be raised so she moved it so she would have more room. She gave him a few strokes while watching his expressions. He looked relieved and was biting his lip, but wasn't making any noises so she continued. She leaned down and took the tip into her mouth, causing Gunner to softly sigh. She pulled up and let some spit land on him so it would be easier. Taking him in her mouth again, she descended as far as she could before feeling discomfort. She was disappointed that so much was still left outside her mouth so she tried to take in more but began loudly choking instead. She tried to sit up again but Gunner pushed her onto his knees. He began to cough and shake his head, which she realized was to mask her own sounds.

"I'm sorry, keep watching," he gestured forward, keeping his eyes up front. The old lady must be looking back him, Emma thought, her hand on his thigh to keep herself from falling onto the floor. After a few seconds, he took the pressure off of her back and allowed her to look at his face. "Don't do that again," he quietly snickered at her.

Emma rolled her eyes and decided not to answer again. She put him back in her mouth and began to slowly bob, making sure to keep her teeth behind her lips. She didn't try to take as much of him in, fearing she'd start choking again. How suspicious would that be? Instead, she used one hand to rub the rest that wouldn't fit while the other began to gently play with his balls. She read somewhere that guys really liked that and from quiet groans coming from above she knew he loved it. Every so often, she changed her rhythm and pressure, eliciting more groans from Gunner. He was able to keep much quieter than Emma would have been able to, though. Eventually, he pulled her up a bit to whisper in her ear. "I'm almost there, I don't know if you want me to cum in your mouth or somewhere else. I don't want to surprise you."

She looked at him for a bit before nodding, her decision made. "It's okay," she whispered before getting back to work. She only did it for about ten more seconds before she felt him tense up. A warm liquid began filling her mouth, surprising her a bit. She pulled back until just the tip was in so she could still catch everything. Once he relaxed and she was sure he was done, she sat up and swallowed. It left a weird salty aftertaste that she didn't really like, but the look on Gunner's face was worth it. He looked like he was in total bliss and was trying to catch his breath. When he noticed she was looking at him, he took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. Blushing, Emma smiled and looked away. "I'll pay you back later, okay? It'll be all about you," he promised. She nodded and he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

"I guess we should watch the rest of this movie, huh?" she suggested, looking back at the screen. The main character was laughing with a guy she hadn't seen before. They had missed a lot of the plot.

"Yeah, we did pay for it," he quietly chuckled while closing his pants. His arm snaked around her shoulders and they leaned against each other while they tried to pay attention to the movie.

Author's Note: I'm sorry for such the long wait. I never really meant to have an ongoing story because this was supposed to be a oneshot. I'm almost at the end of my semester so I'm trying to study and whatnot, it has to come first before fanfiction. Once I'm done with finals, I'm going to start working but I might have a little bit more time to write since I won't have to do homework or anything.

Season 2 is almost over! We haven't seen much more of Gunner and I'm pretty sure we won't for the rest of the season. I could be wrong, but things are heating up with Norman and Norma and Dylan so I think the show will focus more on that. In general, we've also seen less of Emma too. I just hope season 3 will bring them up again. Tell me what you think.

I know you guys don't care, but I met my number one celebrity crush, Dave Franco, 2 days ago and my brain is still kind of fried so sorry if it shows in this chapter haha. Reviews are appreciated :)