"Will!"
She had sounded so sad on the phone not half an hour ago. She was crying, and you imagined the tears were staining her cheeks as she begged you to come over, as a friend. She specifically stated that word even though she hasn't left your head for weeks, not since the first time you were granted permission to touch her in the way you had craved to since you first met her.
Her eyes shut tightly, her chest heaving against yours as you felt her release slowly ascend. You wondered if he was ever allowed to love her this way and you played some mock fantasy in your head that the reason she rang you tonight was because you're the only one who can make her body shake, her toes curl and her body line with sweat. Not him.
She would never reveal it to you but he had never made her feel like this.
Her voice had sounded so sweet as she called out your name a third time while she's tensed around you. You knew she was turned on because her skin flushed with pink and her breasts became aroused as they pressed firmly to your chest.
"Will I'm-"
She was unaware of what was happening to her body, why it shook when you slid into her over and over again, why she uncontrollably twisting against her linens. Her hands grasped at your chest and in that moment you were blind to the marks she made with her nails. You were blind to the foreboding questions that waited from your wife's lips as soon as you returned.
"Emma let me-"
She silenced you, her chest short and breathless from her high. "You can't" she whispered, her brown eyes fluttering open, and you knew you'll find release thinking of her tonight. It's the one rule that she sticks to, ever since you went down on her last week and broke rule two but it kills you because you're dying to cum inside of her just once, to show her how much you truly love her. You want to mutter against her flesh about how much you think about her, and how you holds Terri at night with her eyes in mind, her body in your arms instead of your wife's. How it kills you that you'll return to unhappiness and how she'll allow that jerk one more chance because she's lonely.
"I want to be with you Emma".
You held her in your arms, running your fingertips adoringly down her spine as you spooned her. You love how her skin feels against you, and how much you love the small heart shaped birthmark above her navel. You imagine her stomach expanding with your child and it tears you apart she won't allow you to love her like you both so clearly do. Instead she tells you that you can't be together because of 'life' and you want to tell her that you'll do anything for her, that you'd leave Terri and she could leave Carl.
But you don't and you slip your jeans on in the dark, undressing slowly as you watch her body lay, knowing the tears are on her face and yours.
...
The next time is different, it's much harder and you enjoy the fast pace. You try and block out that she's trying this way because Carl introduced it to her and concentrate on her face instead, her brown eyes transfixed onto yours.
She's pushed against the glass of your office door, her small frame pressed tightly against yours. She feels so hot like this, all naked and turned on and you want to keep her like this for hours, and to ask the janitor never to wash this door again. You know she's enjoying it because her legs clench tighter around your ass, and you feel her heel dig in deeply to your skin. She's practically begging you to let her come undone against your door, and you let her because the most important thing to you is her.
You know that that night you'll return home, eat your dinner in silence with your wife, jump in the shower and think of her, and what her hands could do against you. You want to believe that you can convince her that you belong with her and that when you're inside of her, you come alive.
"Let me hold you Emma".
She does, and you cradle her in your arms as you sit together in your chair. Her lips are pressed to your shoulder, and she whispers something you don't quite catch. You ask her what she said but she mutters it was nothing and closes her eyes.
She needs you as much as you need her.
...
Its Terri's birthday and you spent your afternoon helping out Emma pick some new curtains for her bedroom. You commented on how her room was always light, but skip over the bit where you love how the sun glows through her window and onto her skin or how you stare at her freckles in complete adoration, longing that one day, your children will look the mirror image of their mother. You haven't laughed like this in a long time. You play house in the store of IKEA, lying on the furnished beds on display and feeling that envious stares of couples grown apart. You look like a couple at the checkout, and she takes your hand when you leave together, the curtains carried in the blue and yellow bag.
You get home around 6 that evening and you're still singing that song you're not quite sure on the name. Emma had professed her love for it on the way home and she refused to tell you the name of it, insisting you should know. You had planned to Google it when Terri comes out of the bedroom, dressed in nothing but a very short nurse's outfit. It was tradition, on every birthday they would carry out a fantasy they wanted. For your birthday last year you made Terri wear the grey sweater vest you first met Emma in because even back then, you loved her. You knew it was unfair on Terri but you couldn't help yourself. You needed it. You needed her.
You have sex with your wife that night, thinking of Emma. You don't know it but Terri knows you're in love with someone else and she knows that its Emma you make love to when you disappear in the middle of the night to ease her sorrow. You don't realize that Terri has known for so long and that she's willing to do anything to keep you.
Your phone buzzes on the bedside cabinet shortly after you and Terri have finished. She pretends to take her birth control as you read the message so you don't see the pill that's meant to be inside her join the past two weeks worth of pills in the trash.
Hope Terri has a lovely birthday, x
...
It's later when you reply, when you take your phone to the bathroom while you think your wife is still asleep but you can't resist feeling somewhat close to Emma.
I can't stop thinking of you x
She sends a picture of herself that makes you hard beneath your boxers. She looks beautiful as her hair flicks out against the outside light and her naked body lies against her sheets of white. She looks so innocent, the curve of her bottom pressed up towards the ceiling, her long legs tossed in the air. She's wearing only that looks she reserves for you when you're making love to her and your hand finds your length, touching yourself as she had done before. You start off slow, almost cautiously as you remember how her dainty fingers wrapped around you, unsure of what you liked. By the time she had finished, asking you to be inside of her you were ready to explode but you couldn't and you wouldn't in front of her because she said that it was complicated if you did and so you held on, letting her find release as you stared into her eyes.
...
You text her after you've finished, cleaning the mess you've made up with some tissue. You text her that you love her and you fear she won't reply but she does.
You shouldn't say things like.
You type out another, asking why not if it's the truth. And then you ask her if she loves you too.
Again, she replies.
Yes.
...
Two weeks later Terri tells you she's pregnant.
You're happy, you've always wanted to be a father, to teach them how to play piano and be there at their first recital. The only thing that upsets you is that their mother won't be Emma.
You tell Emma that day. She smiles for you, and tells you how happy she is for you but you know as soon as you leave she'll start crying. She knows what this means, but neither of you are willing to voice it just yet.
You know it means the end of what you had, and it agonises you to let her go.
...
When you see her cross the car lot to your car you know something is up. You rub your head nervously, tapping her gently on the shoulder so she isn't startled but she is anyway. You ask her why she's here and she can't look at you in the eye. You know she's been crying, both your skins share the same red, puffiness underneath the eyes.
She's tense but finally she tells you what she came to say, "Will you make love to me one last time? I just want a part of you one last time."
Her heart is breaking; your chest is literally in turmoil. Your palms are sweaty but she reaches out to you anyway, taking you hand and placing it in hers. It feels so right, and you can't resist one last time to touch her lips with your own, to feel her tingle against you as your pink lips hover above her navel, her hip and then over her core. You're going to show her how much you worship her body, her beauty and how much you love her, her mind, body and soul.
"Ok" You whisper, and you press your lips firmly to the corner of her lips.
...
"Will!"
Her lips are on yours. She's never usually so forward but tonight, she needs you more than ever. Your gaze is locked on hers, and you refuse to stop looking at her until you have to. Her hands run across your chest and down your length and you hate to see the tears pool in her gorgeous brown eyes. You both know this will be the last time and you want to stay as long as possible.
"I never want to stop kissing you Emma".
"I love you".
She kisses you again and it makes you grow harder against her. She's grinding against you but not in a slutty way, she's desperate to be as close to you as possible so you wrap your arms tightly around her small body, pressing her flesh against yours so every inch of you covers her.
She tastes your skin, and you return the sensation to her. You've never really done this with her before; she wouldn't ever let you but tonight, well tonight is different. She takes you into your mouth and you swear it's the hottest feeling ever. Her warm, slick tongue trails against you and you want to cum right there, in her perfect rounded mouth. You stop yourself because it would be disrespectful and wrong but the feelings there and you're dying to make love to her.
You slide into her a little later, and your whispers become imprinted on her ashen skin. Exchanges of I love you's and regrets shatter against her as you move faster within her, knowing that in two minutes, your name will be called out from her lips.
She does, exactly two minutes later and you knew that because you know when she's close. As you're about to pull out she stops you and she tells you she wants you to let go inside her because this is our goodbye and she's felt guilty for never letting you.
Your shocked, and she is a little by how much she wants this but you cum inside her anyway. It feels warm and delicious to have finally done it and you watch her eyes draw to a close as you leave her body.
She asks you to stay the night but you both know you won't, that you can't.
She walks you to your car, the sweater vest you first wore when you met her hanging loosely on her frame. You wanted her to have it, to know that your heart was with her from day one and she smiled, appreciating the sentimental value the vest holds.
"Goodbye Emma" and you touch her waist, running your thumb under the vest.
She kisses you lightly on the cheek and walks away, and you know how painful this is for both of you as you climb into the car, adjusting your seatbelt, your eyes weak with tears.
...
You go to the doctors with Terri and soon enough you find out your having a boy. You hold her hand as you see your son for the first time and you promise to always be there for them both. Terri looks sad but you put it down to the hormones and seeing their child for the first time.
You don't realize that she planned to get pregnant so you'd stop loving Emma.
...
Emma hasn't been seen for the past few days. You still talk but it's not the same as it was. Its ten weeks since you said goodbye to her in her driveway and eight since you last kissed her because she was crying one night over Carl and she asked you to remind her that love would still find her.
She returns to school the next day, a little paler than usual and you both laugh because you compare her to Casper. She tells you she has something to admit and that she understands that it will be hard to hear.
Your mind panics and you pray she hasn't gone back to that scumbag. She reassures you she hasn't but has found a job working in school that specializes in speech therapy. Once, as you lay in bed together, she told you it was her dream to work in a school like that and despite your own selfish thoughts, you congratulate her.
She leaves the next week, crossing into Kentucky with her life stacked up in the back seats. It kills you because you want to see her everyday and you want her to see you too.
You cry as you wave her off, not realizing that the job she has set off for doesn't exist and that the baby inside of her is yours.
Ok first of all sorry for the constant changes in tense, I hope its ok!
Thanks to Sierra~Jae for the prompt because she wanted me to write some smut! The one shot is based on Hinders 'Lips of an Angel'.
Those waiting for Nice to meet you' updates, I WILL finish it, life has been pretty hectic atm but i will get round to it.
Those that review, you make my day. I can't believe in a few days the best Wemma episode will be on our screens! I know I'll be crying, and that will be before Will sings!