Creature of the night
'Creature of the nighttttt.'
"I…Um."
"I I"
It was two days after that 'incident' in the Spanish room. The incident that left one Will Schuester shirtless and one Emma Pillsbury cardigan-less. He knew he never should have asked her to do Toucha Toucha Touch Me with him, but damn he couldn't get enough of her. That's why he was doing Rocky Horror in the first place.
To get closer to her.
And if you look on one side, he did get closer to her. Much closer to her.
Closer to her than he ever thought he'd mind.
But that night, he just wanted to take her right there on the table.
Which would explain why he leaned in.
But she was all on him too. So it had to mean something right?
He approached her office, flowers and cardigan in hand, thinking flowers would be and appropriate way to say 'Sorry I got all up on you the other day. But you kinda started it.'
Not the last part of course. That would bring them even further apart than the…situation already has.
He knocked on the glass with the same fake-I'm-sorry smile he had after she told him off in the teachers lounge. Why does he have flowers? She half smiled, letting him know he could come in.
"Hey."
He could swear she was staring at him with want and desire in her eyes.
"Hi. Umm..Why do you have flowers?" She asked with suspicion.
"They're for you. I wanted to say sorry. For the other day." Emma automatically tensed up being reminded of the 'incident' as she liked to call it, in the Spanish room.
"I was really out of line. I hope you'll forgive me." She toke the flowers, much to his relief, and placed them on her desk. Like she did half a year ago. The sight and the memories broke his heart.
"No, no it was" she swallowed hard, "It was my fault. I should have never agreed to it."
"Em, don't blame yourself. Please." He watched her eyes glaze over him to his hand on the arm rest of the chair he was sitting on the edge of, where she saw a dark colored fabric "What's that?" She asked, her eyes still glued on the flimsy fabric in his hand.
"What's what-oh." He started to ask what she was talking about, then realized she was talking about the cardigan in his hand. "You ran out without it. I figured you would probably want it back."
"Thanks. That's-That's really thoughtful."
"May I?" He asked and gestured to her, and her shoulders.
"Um" she said, not wanting the friction and sexual need to reach an ultimate high. The sexual tension in the room was already so thick you could cut it with a knife.
And not a butter knife, a steak knife.
"I won't step over any boundaries. I promise." She trusted him. That's why she let him. She's glad she did too. He had this look of pure happiness on his face when she agreed.
He stepped around her desk as she stood up, almost bumping noses with him "Turn around." She followed his instructions, and he slipped the cardigan around her tiny shoulders. "Damn you're beautiful Em." He said and his breath hitched a tiny bit. She didn't know if she was supposed to hear his comment or not, he said it under his breath but it was silent in her office so she could hear him.
She decided to say 'thanks', whether he toke it as 'thanks for putting on my cardigan for me' or 'thanks for saying I'm beautiful' or both. However he toke it.