Emma let out a sigh. It was a Saturday night and she spent it organizing the motel's records while Norman was out with Bradley. He said they were going to the library, but Emma knew what that really meant. Norma was keen on Norman keeping a good average so she let him go, but refused to let Emma tag along, saying that someone had to man the counter while Norma was away. It's not like Emma wanted to anyway.

Ever since that awful dance, Emma tried to keep her distance from Norman. The further away she was from him, the less she would feel for him. At least she hoped. Working at his mother's motel every day didn't seem to help. Norma understood Emma's feelings for Norman and his, well, non-feelings for her. She never forced them to be together unless absolutely necessary anymore.

Emma looked up when she heard the door open. Her eyebrows furrowed; it was the middle of the night. Who would come into the motel at this hour?

"Hey, Emma?" She recognized that voice. It was one of the trimmers she had busted earlier that week. Gunner. She blushed as she remembered the gift he gave her.

Emma sat up in her chair as Gunner came in and closed the door. "I saw you in here all alone and I thought I'd keep you company." Gunner's voice was reserved but hopeful.

"Oh you don't want to be in here, I'm just going through some old records. It's really boring," Emma argued, shuffling some papers around so he wouldn't see the redness on her cheeks.

"Let me entertain you then. I'm good at that," Gunner smiled. He leaned onto the front desk and peered at the papers in Emma's hand. "Wow, there's a lot of stuff here. Did the old owner ever clean up?"

"I doubt it. Norma told me to throw everything that wasn't important out, but apparently this motel used to be well traveled."

"Yeah, I think a lot of trimmers stay here. My dad's family has been doing this for generations." Emma looked up at Gunner. He had an easy smile on his face with open eyes that were a tad bit red.

"Are you high right now?"

Gunner scoffed and looked down, running his hands through his hair in a nervous manner. "Maybe…?" he replied sheepishly.

"I told you, you can't smoke here-"

"I didn't smoke it. You remember my killer cupcakes, don't you?" Gunner smirked.

Emma's face completely reddened. "I…I-"

"I know you took it. Was it good? Do you want another? I just made a new batch." Gunner got up as if to get them, but Emma held him back by his arm.

"I don't think so. I think I had a… bad reaction last time," Emma looked down.

"Really?" He really seemed concerned and sat back down again.

"I was just really paranoid. I thought there were cameras in here and coyotes outside. It felt like I was dying. I don't think I want to feel like that again."

"Wow, I'm sorry. I only gave it to you because I thought you'd have a good time. If I'd known…" Gunner looked away, then looked back at Emma. "I just think you're such a nice person, you know? You didn't bust me to the motel owner, and you're so pretty-"

"What?" Emma almost choked.

"Well, yeah. I don't give my weed cupcakes to just anyone, Cupcake," Gunner snorted.

"What did you just call me?" Emma couldn't help but to laugh.

"I'm gonna call you Cupcake now, you're sweet just like one," he flirted.

Emma had to hide her grin. No one had ever flirted with her before. Sure, she had kissed Norman, but that was very one sided.

"So, do you want me to help you?" Emma looked into his clear green eyes. Oh why not? He was kinda cute and liked her enough to do boring work with her.

She nodded and they got to work. Somehow, Gunner managed to make the menial task amusing, as he promised he would. Before long, Emma was laughing so hard she had to clutch her sides. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe.

"Gunner… I… can't-" she wheezed. He shot off of the desk, worried about her. Emma pulled on her nasal cannula, discovering that in her laughter, her chair had rolled over one end and restricted the oxygen that came to her lungs. Gunner quickly moved her chair and Emma began taking deep breaths through her nose.

"Thanks," she said quietly, extremely embarrassed over what just happened.

"Well that's one way to change the mood," he replied softly. His arms were still around her on the chair and their faces were inches apart. Emma gulped, her eyes quickly flickering down to his lips. The last person she kissed ditched her for a blonde Barbie, but this guy…

Gunner made the first move and leaned in, pressing their lips together. His hand moved down to her shoulder, and then to her waist. Emma cupped his face with her hand, making it impossible for him to move away even if he wanted to. She felt breathless again, but this time for a good reason. Their kiss deepened when his tongue lightly flicked at her lips and she opened them. Before she knew it, Emma was sitting sideways on Gunner's lap and he was sitting in the chair she was occupying seconds before. His fingers curled around her thigh, pulling her closer to him. Their tongues intertwined in an intricate dance, one that Gunner was obviously more experienced in. His hand slowly crept up her thigh and cupped her bottom. Emma moaned, which was surprising because she had never moaned like that before. Gunner's hand crept up even further, creeping under her shirt. Before he could make it to his destination, the door to the office suddenly opened.

"Emma, it's getting late, you should-" Norma stopped dead when she saw the scene before her. Her sweet Emma was being groped by one of the potheads. They quickly jumped apart, Emma almost tripping on her O2 tank. "I think it's time you both leave now," Norma said in a strict tone, much different than the one she used when she thought only Emma was in there.

"O-of course," Emma replied, flustered. She quickly grabbed her O2 tank and her bag and was out of the door before Gunner could say a word. It was drizzling and pitch black outside, so Emma quickly tried to make it to her car. She fumbled with her keys before finding the right one and sliding into her car. When she tried to start it, the car groaned but wouldn't turn on. Emma tried three more times before letting out a groan of her own. She sat in the car for a second, contemplating her options. She could try walking home, but she lived miles away and she wasn't exactly the type of person to walk far distances. She could go up to Norma's house, but she did not seem in a good mood when she caught Emma with Gunner. Which left her with option three: seek refuge in Gunner's motel room.

Emma gathered her things and made a mad dash to Gunner's door. It took him a few seconds to open the door and immediately Emma could smell weed.

"I thought you went home," Gunner said nervously, his left hand behind his back just like the first time they had talked. She could see smoke rising behind him.

"My car isn't working and it's raining so I thought I could wait here?" When he noticed Emma shivering, he quickly ushered her in.

"Oh yeah, we wouldn't want you getting sick. Sorry about the, you know," he looked down at the joint in his hand as he closed the door.

"Why do you do it?" she asked bluntly. "I mean, like, isn't there a better way to spend your time?"

"Not really," he admitted. "We're always traveling to harvest it, and I've been doing it for a while." When Emma raised her eyebrow, he added, "I mean not since I was too young, maybe like 13. I was always taught it's not a bad thing, especially since it's what keeps the economy up here."

Emma nodded her head. "I thought you were already high though, why are you smoking again?"

"I was nervous," Gunner confessed while flicking the end of the joint. "I know the motel lady, Norma is her name? She doesn't like us staying here, and I didn't want you getting in trouble for… before," he shyly smiled.

Emma could feel herself flushing. "Yeah, she can be scary sometimes, but it's okay. It's not like you were forcing me or anything."

"Oh yeah?" Gunner asked, taking a quick hit before putting the joint down. He slowly let out his breath as he reached out to grab her hand. He pulled them closer together and used his free hand to cup her face. Their lips met again in a slow tango, neither one rushed. He let go of her hand and grabbed her waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other. She could feel his every breath and movement, and she was sure he could feel all of hers. Her hands clasped around his neck, trying to bring him closer to her.

It was only when they started moving towards the bed that Emma remembered her O2 tank because her cannula was puling on her face. They reluctantly pulled apart so she could wheel it with them. Gunner kept his eyes on her face the whole time, his eyes red but also dilated with lust. Once she had her tank next to her, he leaned down to start another kiss. They traveled the rest of the way to the bed then Gunner lightly laid her down. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, fiddling with it a bit before pulling it up and over her head. It immediately got caught on her cannula.

"Have you ever done this before?" he chuckled as they tried to get her untangled.

"Taken my shirt off before? Well I don't wear the same shirt every day, do I?" she teased before throwing her shirt on the floor.

A wide grin overtook Gunner's face. Moments like these reminded him why he liked her. "You know what I mean," he said with a kiss.

Emma pulled back looking a bit hesitant. "No," she admitted with a quiet voice.

"Do you want to?" Gunner asked seriously. Even though he was high, he knew he couldn't force her to do something she didn't want to do. "We can stop-"

"No, I don't want to stop," she said almost silently. They stared at each other for a few moments before Emma pulled him closer for another kiss.

This time, there were no distractions. She grabbed the back of Gunner's shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving them both shirtless. His hands moved to the button of her pants, which he ran his fingers over for a second before unbuttoning it and pulling it down her legs. Emma unbuttoned his jeans and let him kick them off. Now in only their underwear, they started kissing again with a new passion.

Gunner gently ran his hand up her torso, reaching her breast. He cupped it before lightly squeezing, causing Emma to moan. He reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting them free. He knew Emma felt nervous by being bared completely by the way she shrunk back a bit when he threw the bra off the bed, but he quickly dipped down to give each breast a kiss before sucking on the right nipple. Her hands went to the back of his head, pressing him towards her while his hand kneaded her left breast. She could feel a hardness pressing into her inner thigh, and the thought of what it was made her shiver.

He began kissing down her body, replacing his mouth with his other hand so both her breasts were stimulated. When he reached her panties, he smirked and went back up to kiss her lips. "Tease," Emma moaned, making him laugh.

"I thought you liked to be teased, Miss 'I don't wear the same shirt every day'," he said between kisses. Finally, he reached down and pulled her panties off, then lightly rubbed her between her legs. "You're so wet, Cupcake," he murmured before diving down to replace his hands with his mouth.

Emma couldn't even think of a witty comeback. She couldn't think, period. Gunner's tongue dipped into her opening before his lips closed around her clit. Her hands were threaded through his hair, urging him to do more. He used one hand to spread the slickness around before putting a finger inside. The circles his tongue was making on her clit was driving her out of her mind. He added a second finger and hooked them both forward, reaching a place that Emma didn't even know existed. Her legs, which were hooked around his shoulders, began shaking so much she didn't know how much more she could take. With a loud moan, she came around his fingers as her toes curled.

Gunner leaned back as her body fell boneless on the bed. He grinned as he crawled above her again. "Do you want to continue?" he asked while rubbing his nose against hers.

She couldn't speak so she just nodded, her eyes wide with pleasure. He quickly rid himself of his boxers before situating back between her legs. He pulled one up a bit higher before looking back into Emma's eyes. "This might hurt a bit and I'm sorry, but I'll try to go slow." She nodded again before Gunner leaned down.

As soon as their lips touched, he pushed forward and past her barrier. Emma let out a strangled groan that was silenced by his lips. He stayed in that position for a moment so she could get used to it before he pushed in further. Eventually, he was in to the hilt, which was when he broke the kiss to look into her eyes again. "Okay?" he whispered, his voice a bit strained.

"Yeah," she replied breathlessly. Her hands trailed to his back, which was well muscled. "Keep going."

He carefully pulled out until only the tip was in then pushed in again with a bit more speed. Emma tried to breathe though it, thankful her cannula was still in or else she would have an even harder time catching a breath. With each stroke, Gunner was moving faster and a bit harder. He reached a point that was fulfilling for both of them, especially once he reached down and pressed on her clit again. Emma couldn't contain her moans after that, her inner walls subtly clenching around him and causing him to moan too.

"You feel… so good… Cupcake," he moaned, grabbing her other leg and putting it around his waist.

"I need… a nickname… for you," she replied, trying to swallow her moans so he could understand her.

He didn't answer and instead put his face on her neck, opting to suck on her skin instead. He shifted to a different angle that seemed to hit a bunch of new nerves in her, causing her to become an incoherent mess.

Two thrusts later, Emma came harder than before and screaming Gunner's name. It triggered his orgasm, which he said her name into her neck. They both fell back onto the bed completely satisfied with the experience. He stayed on top of her for a while, giving her neck gentle kisses and using his arms to keep from crushing her.

"I guess I'm glad your car stopped working," he said suddenly into the silence.

Emma laughed. "You know, I have a question," she started while lazily running her hands up and down his lower back.

"Mhmm?" he let out onto her neck.

"Do you think it'd be better the second time I have a cupcake? I mean, is it like what happened to me every time?"

"Maybe," he answered before getting up and finally disconnecting from her. He rolled onto her side and leaned up facing her. "I don't think it will be like that all the time for you, you probably just had a bad trip."

"Do you think I'd have a better trip with you?" she asked, honestly curious. She saw the cupcakes on his dresser.

"You already made my trip perfect so probably," he laughed before getting up and fetching two cupcakes. "Here you go," he said as he offered one to her.

She looked at it critically. The last one tasted delicious but the experience wouldn't be in her top ten best moments. Then she suddenly remembered they were both naked. "It feels weird eating naked, you know?" she explained as she got up to put her bra and panties back on.

Gunner raised his eyebrows. "If you say so." He grabbed his boxers and put them on also. Once they had their underwear on, he picked up his cupcake and raised it up to hers. "Cheers, Cupcake," he grinned before beginning to eat it.

Emma unwrapped hers and took a bite. It was as delicious as the first one. Before she knew it, it was gone and she was lying in Gunner's arms. "When will it start to kick in?" she wondered out loud.

"Soon, don't worry. In the mean time," he said mischievously before sneaking another kiss in. They kissed and fondled each other for about twenty minutes before she started to feel it kick in.

"Whoa, this… this is great," Emma smiled as she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes lingering on his lips.

"I told you it would be better this time. You should probably only do this with me," he suggested.

"What, eat weed cupcakes or have sex?" she snickered.

He kissed her again. "Both."

It wasn't long before both were tired beyond belief and they fell asleep together.

The next morning, Emma woke up confused as to where she was. She was only wearing her underwear and there was someone else on the bed. For a second, she hoped it was Norman but knew that would be impossible. She saw the light brown hair and suddenly everything came back to her. She gasped and looked down at herself. Not only did she have weed cupcakes again but also she was no longer a virgin. She looked at a clock and gasped again. It was already 11:30! She was supposed to be at work thirty minutes ago. At least she was on the property still.

Emma quickly got up and threw her clothes on. She texted her dad an explanation for why she didn't come home last night. He could never know the truth, or else Gunner might not be alive much longer. Before she ran out the door and to work, Emma decided to write a note to Gunner.

Gunner,

Thanks for last night. I had a great time and I hope you did too. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I think I'll call you Red, on account of the fact that you always seem to have red eyes around me.

I'll be working today until 6. You should stop by.

-Cupcake

Author's note: I hope you guys like this! I wrote it after watching the preview of season 2 with Gunner and Emma kissing, and the scene where Emma wakes up half naked next to Gunner (I hope!). There aren't many Emma/Gunner stories so I thought I would fix that :)

If you liked this, please leave a review! Maybe I'll write some more Emma/Gunner stories once season 2 starts.

I'm actually going to make this a multi-chapter story! I have some really good ideas and I hope you'll like them :)