Okay, the next chapter! Hooray! Haha, this is kind of Emily-centred, cause I sorta got swept up in this bit and couldn't help myself! Hope you like it!

Also, thanks so much to everyone that reviewed, and favourited, and everything! :)

Chocolaterain: I'm glad you like it!! And yeah, I was kind of trying to get across that he sort of just pressed her buttons.. You know? Like, just gets under her skin really easy. Probably didn't do it very well! Haha, and with Bec I wanted to make her one of those people that falls back onto anger, but I did the start of the chapter with you in mind! Hope you like! :D

LeTalyn: Thanks so much! Im glad you love it! Yay, I so tried to hook people, im glad it worked!

Emmlay: Thanks! And who doesn't love firemen? Mmm ;)

Bec shivered, tip toeing into Emily's bedroom. Carefully avoiding the piles of clothes and rubbish littering the floor (seriously, it had been a like 2 weeks since she moved in. How does this happen?) and trying her best not to shriek as she saw something underneath her bed (what is that? I think it's a... oh god it's moving, run run!), Bec manoeuvred her way into Emily's huge bed. Curling up next to her friend, she felt at peace.

"Bec?" mumbled Emily, rolling over to see her friend better.

"Hey, sorry I couldn't sleep." Replied Bec, stealing some of the covers as Emily rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Bec sighed, burrowing under the doona as she moved closer to Emily.

"I just couldn't stop thinking about the fire, and how you might not be here right now… I don't know what I'd do without you Emily." Emily just rolled over and grabbed Bec's hand, not saying anything. Bec felt kind of silly crawling into her friend's bed in the middle of the night, but she couldn't help it. The fire had really shaken her up, she had tried to hide it and not worry Emily, but it was too hard. She was one of her best friends. But just being here next to Emily, helped soothe her, and she sighed gratefully as she let all her worry and agonising go. She gripped Emily's hand tighter and fell blissfully asleep.

"Emily, I swear to god…"

"NO! I refuse. No no no no no no no no no."

"Emily…" Bec sighed, rubbing her temples, "It's really not that far. I mean, at least get out of bed!"

"No. I'm going to sleep in until the afternoon, where I then will get up and eat ice cream out of the tub and watch sad love movies. Go jogging with out me!" Emily cried out dramatically, burying herself into her bed.

It had been a week since the fire. A week since Bec had crawled into her bed. A week since a certain fireman, he shall go unnamed, had promised to call her. A week since she hadn't gotten a call from said fireman. The day after she had given him her phone number, she had acted aloof and cool, letting the phone ring a little before she answered. Two days after, she didn't let it ring as long. Three days after, she was very excited. Emily assumed he was a man of the 'three day rule', which she kind of liked. It meant he liked her enough to stick to a rule that promised a good start to a relationship. Four days afterward, she was pretty sure he had been in an accident. That could be the only reason he hadn't called. Right?

Four days turned into a week, and she hadn't received a phone call from the unnamed fireman. So she resolved herself to mope around today, the Sunday before she started her new job at the hospital.

Bec couldn't understand it herself (not the jogging part, Emily acted as if exercising was the hobby of the devil), the guy looked like he was pretty into Emily. From the way his jaw dropped when she ate a cookie, licking her lips of the crumbs. And especially the way she walked away, swinging her hips sensually and looking over her shoulder sexily. (They had practised that exiting technique for over 3 hours in 12th grade, after a certain departure involving Tommy Jones, stairs and a broken arm. But moving on…) And Emily hadn't given a guy her phone number in ages, then here comes some hunky fireman with arms like guns who saved her life, and all of a sudden she was 17 again.

"Emily, why is this guy so important to you? I mean yeah he saved your life, but he seems to tick you off pretty bad. Which I still don't get…" She really didn't. I mean one second she was blushing and looking at her feet, and then she's ready to bite his head off.

"Oh Bec, I don't know! He's so incredibly good looking, but he's also really nice. I haven't dated anyone in over a year, as you know. Which means a year of no sex. But that's not the point… He just seems to affect me so deeply, I mean he said one rude sentence to me and my blood just boiled! But he also makes my blood boil in other ways…" Emily cocked her head to the side, a frown marring her red lips, "Is that weird? I hardly know the bloke."

Bec sighed, again, and replied "I don't know Em, maybe? Maybe not. But are you really just going to sit in bed all day?"

"No. Im also going to eat ice-cream and watch TV."

"Emily, that's my ice cream. And you know I have to go see my mum for lunch. You're going to be all alone."

"No im not." Emily pouted, crossing her arms like a child, "I'll have Winston."

"Your cat."

"Yep. Hey Winston, come here baby!" Instantly Winston started to scurry through the doorway, both girls hearts melting at his 3 legged run. In only a week, he had become very spoiled. He also came to his name, which they both thought was odd, but figured he was so desperate for love that he came whenever anyone shouted anything. This made them both spoil him even more.

"See? Winston loves me." Emily grinned at Bec, before freezing, and then bursting into tears.

Bec panicked, "What, what?"

"I have no one but my cat. I'M A LONELY OLD CAT LADY!" She sobbed, with Bec trying to hold back her laughter.

"Emily, your only 22. That's hardly old! And hey, how about to get your mind off it, we invite the girls over for dinner and cocktails tonight? They've been dying to see the flat."

Emily paused, thinking. "Can have some of your ice cream?" She sniffed, making puppy dog eyes at Bec.

Bec froze, panicking again. Not the puppy dog eyes! Emily had once gotten a C+ bumped up to a B+ with that look. She scowled, nodding.

"Im leaving for my jog, but then im going straight to mums. Can you clean up and get dinner ready, please? I'll text the girls."

Emily nodded, excited. She loved having a goal, and it was the perfect way to get her mind off stupid firemen. She just had to make it fun. So Emily ran over to her stereo in the lounge, popped in a cd of dancey music and was about to run into her bedroom to get changed before stopping herself. She was only in her bra and undies, plus some knee high socks (her feet had been cold last night, and it was the first pair she could find) but she was the only one home?

Emily grinned to herself, before pressing play and running to grab the broom. As she swung around the living room with the broom, she felt oddly liberated. She had only ever lived with her family, then in a dorm with seven other people. Doesn't leave much room for dancing in your knickers to Sean Kingston. But she decided she liked it. She couldn't sing much less dance but it was so fun just to dance knowing no one could see you. You could do that sexy dip on the broom, without freaking you weren't doing it right.

Plus she didn't hate her body. There were things she would change, yeah but she accepted herself the way she was. Her bum was her best asset she thought, as well as her breasts but you couldn't show them off a whole lot. Emily laughed as 'Mr Boombastic' came on, blushing at her lame taste in music. She continued sweep-dancing, and then moved on to mop-pole dancing. Once the house was clean, she started to think about dinner. She was sitting in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Looking at the time, she realised it was 1.30pm in the afternoon.

She wasn't aware of anyone coming to the house today? It must be Bec, forgetting her key again. The doorbell sounded again and she ran to the door, hair whipping out behind her.

Opening the door she laughed, "I can't believe you forg- Taylor?"

Okay, so it had been a week. A week since he saved a girls life, and a week since said girl had baked him cookies and given him her phone number. And he hasn't called her yet. He tried! But every time he picked up the phone, he couldn't make himself dial the number! Which is crazy, because he was a badass. And badasses do not have trouble calling girls. Every time a guy at the station patted his back and asked him how, 'that hottie with the cookies' was going, he just smirked and replied, "Oh the King is just warming her up, you'll see." And yes, he had a nickname for himself. His last name is King, how can he not be badass? But then it had hit him the other night as he pondered why he shouldn't call.

He was going to go to her place, and ask her out in person. 'Cause that's what badasses do. It took him the better part of a day to get Emily's address out of Kyle, who was seeing her friend. Many threats were made, and many threats were ignored. In the end, he had to promise to go apple picking with him in November. Do. Not. Ask. Why.

And that's how he ended up at her flat, at 1.30pm on a Sunday. He was stupidly nervous (badass, remember?) and rung the doorbell again. He heard running, and the door opened. Oh. Fuck.

There she was, the girl he saved. The sexy-as-fuck girl, who was now in front of him wearing only a bra, panties and socks… Focus on the socks, Taylor, focus on the socks! His mind urged, but he could help sneaking a peek at the other goods. Emily, on the other hand, seemed to be frozen. He grinned, his nervousness gone now.

"Hey baby. Did you dress like that just for me? I'm flattered." He stepped past her into the house, ignoring the horrible music coming from her speakers. She seemed to regain her sense as he walked past because she screamed and ran into a room on the left, crying "Oh my god, oh my god!"

Taylor laughed, sitting next to a black kitten on her couch. He picked it up, and put him in his lap, still laughing.

"You must be what made Emily stupidly run back into a fire. You are pretty cute." He admitted, smirking as Emily came back into view wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt.

"I cannot believe that just happened. How embarrassing!" She moaned, sinking into the couch next to him, her face bright red.

He just shrugged, "S'okay babe. Now I just know your body is smoking, instead of just thinking it." She gasped, smacking his shoulder, though she couldn't help but feel a little bit better about the incident. He thinks her body is smoking!

"So what are you even doing here, Taylor? And how did you know where I lived?" She smirked back at him as Winston crawled off his lap and into hers.

"Kyle told me. And I was going to call you, but I figured it'd be heaps better if I just dropped by and set up a plan for our date. And it was definitely better." She blushed again, and he found himself thinking how pretty it looked.

"Okay, well when would you like to go out?" She asked, trying her hardest to ignore his sexual innuendo. Honestly.

"Wednesday okay for you? It's my only night off this week." She smiled at him, and he instantly knew he'd do anything to make that smile happen. He then told himself to shut up. This girl seriously questioned his badassness.

"Wednesday's great for me too." She blushed, absentmindedly patting Winston.

"Okay, well I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Seven sounds great."

"Okay, well that's all I really came for…" He mumbled, half moving to the door.

"Wait! You could, uh, help me with dinner?" She asked, keen to have him stay (and ignoring that it was only 2pm). He agreed and they moved into the kitchen, playfully arguing about what to make. They finally decided on Lasagne and salad, and set to work. Emily learned a lot about him, (he has two older brothers, is a momma's boy and loves his job) and he learnt a lot about her. (She's the middle sibling to two sisters, loves ACDC and her job). She couldn't help but smile when he called her babe, and she hoped she was the only one he called that. He loved it when she laughed, a cute little sound that had her throwing her head back and her long curly hair going every where.

In the middle of this, Emily got a text from Bec, saying that she'd be home late, and would probably arrive around 6 with the rest of the girls. She told him that and he promised to be gone by then, he wouldn't dream of intruding on a girl's night. (Well yeah he would, and he totally does. Frequently.)

All of a sudden it was 5.30, and they were saying good bye. He jokes about a kiss, and she says she wouldn't mind (when did she become so bold?) and he's across the room in seconds, slipping one hand into her hair and pulling her towards him with the other on her waist. And when he kisses her? When he kisses her, she's pretty sure it's the best fucking kiss she's had in her entire life. His lips are like, perfect, and her hands are balled in fists, clutching his shirt. She mewls softly as he pulls away, and his green eyes are so dark and intense she can't look away.

He pushes her up against the wall (couch is too far away) and she gasps, when did he take his shirt off? He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, and she moaned, running her hands through his hair. Everywhere he touched seemed to burn, and she just couldn't get enough! She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning out a breathy "Taylor!" as he grinds himself into her. She was just about to suggest they move this into her bedroom (it HAS been a year!) before they were interrupted. Emily turned her head and could see all of the girls in the entrance hall staring at her. She blushed and unwrapped herself from Taylor, clearing her throat.

"So uh, seven on Wednesday?" She hates that her voice comes out husky, but smiles when he pecks her on the lips, nodding.

"Nice to meet you ladies." He says to her friends, before turning to her and calling out, "See ya Wednesday babe." Then he's gone, and her mind is clear. Her friends are all looking at her expectantly, and she grins. Before remembering dinner.

"Shit, the lasagne!" She cries, running into the kitchen. Emily had just removed the lasagne from the oven when she realises he'd undone her bra. She heads back out to the lounge while trying to do it up, but see's herself in the mirror on the way. She gasps, is that really her? Her lips are red and swollen, hair messy and eyes glazed over. Emily curses, but is secretly thrilled. Wednesday cant come fast enough!

Okay, so it was a little short, but I hope you liked it! I was trying to build up the kissing, and I don't know if I did it too soon or anything, but I love writing kissing scenes! Haha and I kind of modelled Taylor off 'Puck' in Glee! Which is where all the 'badass' stuff came from. I also thought it would be funny! Haha