A/N - This isn't the first story I've seen about what happens in 3x21, and I very much doubt it'll be the last. I normally only try to write fic with plots that no-one else has done before but I couldn't help myself with this.
Disclaimer - spoliers up to 3x21. I own nothing to do with Glee, I just pinched the characters from Ryan Murphy et al
There were a couple of hundred other people in the room with them, but no-one else had noticed that the smallest of intimate gestures had caused realisation to crash down on Emma. Not even the man who been at the root of it all.
She was ready.
Officially they were chaperoning students at the senior prom, but it was blatantly obvious they'd rapidly lost all recognition of the outside world once they had taken to the floor together for a 'short dance'. They were still floating along in their own bubble almost half an hour later, only being roused from their dream-like state when murmurings from the room at Finn & Rachel's sudden appearance became too loud to ignore.
And that's when it happened.
Will leant his body forward by the smallest of margins to rest his head on hers. And in that instant, Emma understood the power of their relationship and everything it represented. The fact that they were so in tune with each other, the fact that she could clearly understand everything he was thinking and feeling without needing to hear any words, the fact that needed her love and support just as much as she found herself relying on him. This was everything she could have ever hoped for and more. And to truly share that with him, she knew the feel of his hands resting gently on her waist, while her arms were draped around his neck claiming him as her own, was no longer enough.
She was definitely ready.
Her original plan was to wait until Nationals as it was only a few days after the prom, and whilst she might now have been ready, Will's focus was unreservedly on making sure New Directions were primed to perform at their absolute peak. Every single one of those students was his main priority. Trying to 'jump' him at the first chance would have seemed tacky, selfish and completely unfair to the McKinley kids. She was also slightly enamoured by the idea of giving herself to him for the first time in a foreign bed. Any potential bad memories from not feeling experienced enough to be as loving as she hoped for Will, could be banished forever in a Chicago hotel room they'd never visit again, whilst she got what could feel like a second attempt at their 'first time' back home in familiar surroundings.
Which would all have been perfect, if it weren't for the fact that they now had Shannon for company in their room, due to a last minute change of plans. And she could certainly never entertain the idea of kicking Shannon out during the time when she needed her friends the most (although the thought had crossed her mind about whether they could afford to pay for a separate hotel room for Shannon on her behalf). But no, Shannon's needs were far greater than hers and so she decided to leave the timing to fate. Fate though had clearly decided that 33 years was long enough.
The euphoria of the championship win reflected in Will's eyes from the second he lifted the trophy, and only seemed to grow stronger through their journey home. She had never felt the need to be closer to him in every way imaginable, and watching his delight as each member of New Directions was welcomed back into the halls of McKinley with genuine affection by the whole school, confirmed her resolve. Tonight was the night. A carefully positioned pamphlet was all she needed to get the ball rolling. And she was going to lead the way.
It'd taken a moment for him to register that the small, folded piece of paper on his desk wasn't a figment of his imagination, and the look on her face as she watched him read it told him it was true. He'd wanted to grab her wrists and drag her back home to the apartment instantly to ravish her, but he knew that the rest of the Glee club were waiting for him to join in the celebrations in the choir room. Seemingly endless congratulatory visits from other members of the faculty followed and rapidly become a chore as the afternoon morphed slowly into evening, and he desperately tried to think of anything other than running home and making love to his sweet Emma.
Nothing though could have prepared him for the vision that was waiting when he finally stepped through his front door.
She looked ethereal. Angelic. Divine.
Any chance at coherent thought fell away from his body, as quickly as his bag fell to the floor.
Her nightgown seemed to show everything and nothing at the same time, and perfectly summed up her personality in one simple piece of orange chiffon. She could give support, love, comfort and compassion in endless supply to anyone who needed without being prompted. But at the same time, there was always a side to her that was closed off to the world, but that she had gradually had the courage to introduce to him over the past year.
Emma knew from the look on his face that he was completely under her spell at that point and the power was intoxicating. She made her way slowly across the room, never breaking eye contact, until she stood as close as possible in front of him without their bodies touching. It was painfully close. His mouth was still agape as his brain tried to register the fact that he'd not touched her yet, but those few seconds had been more erotic than anything he'd found himself dreaming about at 3 in the morning when imaging how he'd finally be able to give her everything he had.
Her chest was heaving with the weight of expectation, and yet she could have sworn that the thumping noise she could just about hear in the background was his heart and hers. She was surprised at how calm and controlled her emotions were. Their breaths mingled in the cool apartment air and yet, the heat between them was flammable. Emma could see Will's expression change from shock, to love, to desire as he studied her face in detail before him, as if he wanted to commit every feature of hers to memory before daring to touch her skin, simply because this time it would be different.
The faintest hint of pounding that Emma could hear in the background melted away, as the butterflies in her stomach slowly began move their wings in symphony, and the colour of Will's eyes darkened. His lips met hers with an almost explosive force as the electricity sparked into life and his hands cupped her face firmly but adoringly. His obvious need for her, just empowered Emma further and her hands reached out to his waist, determined to ensure that she could feel him as close to her as possible. Their kisses quickly became ragged and lust-driven, as fingers began to mingle with tousled hair and cloth-covered abs. The windows of the apartment might have been open but nothing could be heard other than breathy pants, moans of approval and the delicious sounds of lips worshipping any piece of skin they could find. Desperately trying to keep as much body-contact as possible, their seemingly conjoined form managed to stumble through to the bedroom, keeping accidental bumps into furniture to a commendable minimum.
Fingers were discovering more and more skin, but still it wasn't enough.
Emma broke away and pulled back from him slightly. She needed more and the clothes between them were too much of a barrier to the contact she craved. They simply had to go. Will stood almost motionless as Emma ripped the tie from his shirt and began to undo the buttons, and watched in awe at the woman he loved and the steps she, and they, had taken together to get to this point. Every sinew of his body wanted to carry on touching her but he knew this was about her and it all needed to be done at her pace. Her fingers worked quickly and within seconds, his shirt became the first of many discarded garments to be strewn across their bedroom floor. Almost instantly, Emma resumed their embrace, but let her hands dance across the flesh of Will's chest, while his tangled in her hair once more, or rested on the soft curves of her behind. The sensation of her soft fingers mixed with the occasional delicious scratch from her nails, caused his muscles to twitch involuntarily and low, rumbling groans to erupt deep in his throat. She seemed to have a perfect understanding of exactly how to turn him on. It was starting to get painfully tight in his jeans and he needed to show her the effect she was having on him. How every little touch with her fingers, lips or tongue was driving him crazy. He pulled her in tighter, pushing himself against her slightly so she was left under no illusion about her hold over him.
The sensation of Will pressed against her, seemed to ignite something deep within Emma. She could feel the tension beginning to slowly build, but it wasn't through nerves or fear this time. This was fuelled purely by love, lust and want, and as Emma began to slowly leave feather kisses along his jaw line, down his neck and onto his upper torso, the fire inside was being stoked more and more.
'Oh God.' Will's breathy words were the first that had been spoken between them since his return that evening. Her hands were starting to work their way slowly down his abs, her mouth following slowly behind leaving gentle kisses and the occasional lick, as the need to taste his skin became too much temptation for her to resist. She'd fantasised about worshipping his body like this for months, to thank him for being such a beautiful human, inside and out.
Further and further on she travelled, pushed on to be more daring with each lick, or to caress him lower and lower down his abs, until she felt the point where his chest hair began to thicken slightly just above the top of his jeans. And still she needed more. The fingers on her right hand momentarily drew random spirals in the same spot just below his belly button, while she raised her head back up to the point where she could kiss him deeply again, before beginning to unbutton the denim and allowing her fingers to slowly slide beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers.
This time his groan was deeper, and resonated between them both as he kissed her back harder, but pulled her hand away from him. 'You. This is about you tonight.' he managed to utter between kisses. She'd been so brave and powerful up to that point, but now was the time for him to step up and take over. He broke the embrace and raised his eyebrow at her playfully, while gazing at her with the lopsided grin he saved for her eyes only. 'C'mon.'
This time it was Emma's eyes that darkened with lust, as she leapt up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Kissing him with every ounce of love and passion she held for him, she knew that the way his arms were cradling her close to him as he carried to the bed, meant he was now leading this dance and would do anything for her.
A/N - was hoping to do this as a one-shot but I'm feeling evil and will do in 2 chapters instead. Mwha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!