Disclaimer: i do not own gee just my thoughts. This story is rated M to be safe.

Touch-a Touch Me

Will walked into the resturant with his third date of the week. He tried to desperately hard to get over Emma he was turning into a manwhore all over again. Just like Emma said Will was in fact a slut.

Their table was right in front of the stage where a performer was due to come out any minute. They ordered there drinks and sat there talking. Heather, tonights rebound, was a gorgeous blonde who

any man would drool over. So why wasn't Will? Oh that's right he was to in love with Emma. But he messed that up. Instead of starring into deep bluish grey eyes he wanted the brown orbs in which he

found himself in. The drinks came and the lights dimmed. Emma was still on his mind and he couldn't shake it.

As the music started to play the scantly dressed girl stepped out. Wait a minute, it was Emma! Will shook his head but she was looking right at him. Dressed in a dark blue long gown with a slit all the

way up her thigh to her hip. The sparkles made her eyes shine brighter through the lights as she began singing a familiar tune. As the tune sped up she started to twirl and dance all around the stage,

showing off leg and keeping her eyes locked with his. His erection was straining his pants and he wasn't sure if he could hold it in. He wanted to jump on stage and ravish the woman but he couldn't.

He felt heather's hand travel north up his thigh but imagined it was Emma. He kept his eyes on the red head till the last note. Ignoring heather's minstrations on his cock. Touch Me ugh! The song

ended and Emma gasped the last note out with a breath. She walked backstage and the lights came back up. He looked at heather intently for a moment processing what he saw. Why was Emma

there? Doing that? That's not the Emma he knew. He liked it. But it wasn't her so it wasn't right. Just then he saw Emma sitting at a table a few over with Carl. Ugh he hated the man with a passion.

Heather asked coyly if he wanted to go back to her place but he simply brushed her off and stood. He walked over to Emma who blushed when she saw him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out in

front of the place. She asked what he wanted but he kissed her with so much passion. She kissed back just as hard. Surrendering to him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her up as she jumped onto

him. Tongues battling, hips grinding. Suddenly it stopped. She climbed down and didn't know why it even happened to start.

"Will" was all she could breath.

"I loved your performance." He growled into her ear then bit it. As they still held onto each other.

"What performance." was all she could ask as he heard clapping in the distance he looked into the window and saw a red head much like Emma taking a bow. So he imagined it? He looked back at her confused.

"I just love you is all, everything you do is a performance."