"I'll leave her," Will ran his fingers through the beautiful gingers locks. Her head was lying on his naked chest. His arms were round her, and she felt safe. Safer than she'd ever felt anyone. Even if they were in a hotel room, the only place they could show their love.
"You wouldn't." Emma whispered in reply. Her eyes were filled with pain and he kissed her forehead.
"I would. I don't love her like I love you."
"But she's pregnant with your child. Do you not love the child?"
"Of course I do. But I love you the most. And I know for a fact that if you didn't love me, you wouldn't be lay here with me."
Emma's eyes widened. All of what he said was truth, but it pained her to admit it. Having an affair with a married man for the past 6 months made her feel shame. Her catholic parents would shun her if they found out, it was adultery. Affairs were messy, but Emma liked every to be tidy. Their relationship would never be tidy.
She wasn't sure how to reply, so she kissed him. He eagerly accepted and she went on to straddle him, running her tongue on the bottom of his lip. He opened his mouth eventually and their tongues rubbed together in a duel of passion.
"This is what I want." He whispered in ear and she pulled back.
"You want this to be more than just fucking each other."
Will gasped with the words seeming so alien escaping her lips.
"Emma, it was not fucking, it was making love. I love you."
She sat up for a moment gazing at the specimen beside her. Not one of them spoke; compared to just an hour earlier when they had torn each other's clothes off and moans had filled the room. Passion, love and emotions had coursed through both of their veins.
"It's hard to say if I love you back."
"What do you mean?" Will sat up and rested himself against the back board of the bed.
"Well, if I said I loved you, I'd be hung over you forever, because I could never imagine being with someone else. But you will always be with that someone else."
"I told you, I'll leave her."
"That child needs you. I don't need you." She bit her lip after she said the final sentence.
"Yes, you do need me Emma. I could see it when we first met. We both needed each other desperately, and look how we ended up. In bed together, when you have a fiancé by the name of Ken Tanaka, who you don't even love and only agreed to marry because you wanted me and me in a relationship that I hate with a woman I find hard to stay with each day." His eyes were full of lust as he turned to her.
"But what would you do when the child came? No more sneaking around with me on your Saturday nights when you're supposed to be out with the guys."
"We'll see when we get there, but in the meantime, I want to spend most of my time with you. Because I love you."
"Why do you love me? In your wife words, I'm just a ginger freak who can't sleep unless all of her shoes are in a row." The words hurt as they had rolled off her tongue.
"Let's see. I love everything about you. You have the most beautiful face I've ever seen in my entire life, especially those doe eyes. They lighten up a room every time. I love the way you wear those little plastic gloves and they crinkle and make the cutest sounds I've ever heard in my life. I love the way you style your gorgeous ginger hair and how it smells like strawberries. Every time I run my fingers through it, it feels like silk. I love your body as well, as it is so sexy. I love your cute little accent and the way you moan my name every time I make love to you. A southern belle and I wanted you all for myself. I'll never forget the first time I saw you; I wanted to get down on one knee and propose right on the spot right then, even if I was married. "
Emma felt a tear roll down her cheek after his speech.
"I love you too, so much."
Will kissed her cheek and she began to speak again.
"Every time you go home to her, jealously sparks through me, because I want you all to myself. I want you to be mine and only mine."
"Every time you go home to him, I don't like him, touching you because I feel like I own you."
"You do own me." She admitted, while he admired her confession.
"I want us to be a real couple. Desperately."
They remained silent for a while, just watching each other. Emma was surprised at herself, how she could survive being a bed that the sheets probably hadn't been washed with a naked married man, but she couldn't imagine herself in another place.
She looked at the clock. "Will, we'd better go."
"I want to stay here forever." He lay on his side facing her. "Don't go."
"We have too though."
"No we don't, I want to spend a night with you Emma."
She wanted to stay with him so badly, but she had to refuse. "I can't. What would you say to Terri?"
"I don't know."
"Exactly." Emma slipped out of the bed and started to dress herself. Will watched her as she did so, admiring her figure. Finally, he got of the bed and put on his boxers and jeans.
They were both dressed and turned to face each other.
She bit her lip; she wanted him so much again. Next to her was the wall she had been pressed against just a couple of hours ago where he had roughly kissed her in desperation.
"Are you sure Emma?" he asked watching her expression. He walked over towards her.
"Not tonight." She whispered and he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"But at some point?"
"Yes, I would…love that." She smiled for a moment. Why was she smiling? Will put his hand in his jean pocket and took out his wedding ring and her engagement ring. There was a silence while they both slid their rings on their fingers.
"One day, they'll be our rings. Our wedding rings."
"I wish I could believe you." She sighed as she walked to the hotel room door.
"Bye Will."
"Bye Emma." He replied as she stepped out of the door with a tear falling down her cheek.
A/N: I had a dream about Will/Emma having an affair season 1 so I decided to write it I hope Emma isn't OOC, but yeahD: please review?