I don't own any of these characters! Just the story is mine. Hope you enjoy!

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She was happy, she was finally happy.

After so many months of lonely nights and cold mornings, Emma Pillsbury had exactly what she had always dreamed of. She was in love with the most wonderful man and he loved her back. Finally.

"What's with the dreamy face, Em?"

Emma looked up from her desk, suddenly very embarrassed having been caught day-dreaming. He wasn't supposed to be here yet, he had said 5:30pm and it was only 5:15! She hadn't finished up filing her notes for tomorrow and she wouldn't be able to sleep unless she did.

"Were you thinking of me, hmm? About how lucky you are to have a man like me so madly in love with you?"

She smiled, refusing to acknowledge him, the gorgeous man who had managed to mess up her schedule yet again. She had told him so many times how important being on time was to her, not too early, certainly not late, but on time. Sighing, she stood up and placed her notes in the filing cabinet by her desk, still not looking him in the eye.

"Aw, come on Em, you can't ignore me forever. You're a terrible grump, you and I both know that. Besides, I've got some great news! But I suppose if you really want nothing to do with me..."

Emma resisted the urge to stomp her foot on the ground in defeat. He knew how curious she was, damn him! But he was right, she was terrible at acting mad.

"Oh alright... what's your great news?"

He smiled and stalked over to her, placing his hands firmly on her hips. Emma smiled and breathed in the scent of him – a smell that seemed so familiar, as if they had known each other longer than only 6 months, 4 days and 3 hours.

"I got it. I got the job! I'm finally gonna have a job that I love, Em! Can you believe it? And it's all thanks to you!"

He lifted her up off the ground, still holding her to him. She couldn't help but laugh out loud as he twirled her around in her small office, her buttercup yellow skirt transforming into a whirlwind of colour surrounding them. She was happy for him, he had been looking for a job for a few months now, after she had convinced him to leave his old job, the one that made him so miserable.

Emma herself had left her old job after a messy break-up with a co-worker. It was her fault, of course, she had sacrificed everything for love and had ended up hurting Ken, who was a truly kind man, albeit somewhat different from her usual type. She sighed, remembering the pain in his eyes as he walked away from her. The last she had heard, Ken had resigned from McKinley as soon as she had left.

"What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you? Don't worry, I washed my hands, I'm clean as a whistle, cross my heart."

He looked genuinely concerned, and Emma felt a little guilty for worrying him so much. She really had to work on her day-dreaming, it was getting ridiculously distracting.

"It's nothing, I was just remembering, uh, something. It's nothing serious, sorry for being such a spoil sport. I'm so happy for you, honestly! This is incredible... you're going to love your new job at McKinley High." She smiled.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you look, Em? You're absolutely gorgeous when you smile."

Emma felt the colour rise in her cheeks and she buried her face in his chest. She was never good at taking compliments; she was such an awkward person, never quite knowing how to react. It was in her experience that sometimes people didn't always mean what they said. Her teenage years had taught her that.

"Oh, stop it. If anything, you're the real catch in this relationship. All sorts of women are lining up for you, and it seems you're the only guy who ever notices me. I'm lucky you haven't gotten bored to death yet."

Truth be told, Emma was always in fear of this wonderful man leaving her. Things just seemed too good to be true, and things were never ever 'too good' for Emma Pillsbury. Chances were, if it sounded too good to be true, it wasn't. However, 6 months, 4 days and 3 hours of bliss with this man was starting to prove her wrong.

He pulled her closer to him, cupping the small of her back as he did so, "perhaps you should start making things a little more interesting then, hmm? You know... just in case." He winked, and nudged her gently against the office door. Alarm bells started ringing in her ears as she realized what he was doing.

"I, uh, I.. we, umm, we shouldn't. Not here, this is my office. You know, uh, school kids come here for.. umm.. guidance and it's my job to provide them with-"

Before she could finish the sentence, he had both her arms by her sides, holding them in place firmly by the wrists, and was kissing a lazy trail down her neck to her collar bone.

"What was that you were saying? Do carry on, I'm listening.." He continued with the kisses, this time letting his hands roam higher, painfully close to the first few buttons of her matching blouse-skirt combo. This was a bad idea, she shouldn't let him continue. A part of her knew she should resist, this was a school and what they were doing was outrageously improper. She breathed in heavily and willed her arms from her sides and up towards his own.

"We, we need to stop. Not here, not right now, okay? Just.. uh, can we wait till we get home? It's not that I don't want to, ahem, because I, uh, I do, I really do, it's just that, umm.."

"Em?"

"Y-yes?"

"Shut up." With that, he pushed his body against her own and kissed her.