Ten Times

The first time for Emma was frightening. She screamed until she was breathless, wondering why on earth people choose to do it. Will tried to comfort her, but it worked to no avail. "Next time will be better," he whispered in her ear. Anything is better, she thought.

The second time for Emma was better. She was prepared. She waited for all the fear to set in before she began to move. But it was oddly more comfortable. She didn't scream as much as she had the first time, because she wasn't nearly as afraid. She began to see why people choose this as a recreational activity. It was fun. "You were right, Will!"

The third for Emma was a nightmare. She was thrown into horrible positions that she would never have dreamed about in her worst nightmare. She screamed worse than the first time and Will had to wipe the hot tears off of her face. "I'm sorry," was all he had been able to say. Emma knew that he never set out to scare her, but she couldn't help but wonder why it couldn't have been as nice as the second time…

The fourth time for Emma was marvelous. She got to see all the little nooks and crannies without being terrified of what was to come. She was able to smile at the world and wonder how something like this could have been so awful. Then again, some people prefer things that others find horrendous…maybe she had found her styles.

The fifth time for Emma was wet. She was soaked through and through, clutching to Will, claiming that she needed a shower. She could feel the wetness on her clothing, considering this time had been more of a rush…

The sixth time for Emma was slow. Unlike previous experiences, Emma was able to truly relax and enjoy it, this time. It held the gentleness of the first time, and the peeking excitement of the fourth. Will's hands had been on her the whole time, and she loved it.

The seventh time for Emma was humiliating. If she had bothered to think it through, she would have realized that an activity that was so impairing to her physical state was not the smartest thing to do after a late lunch. But even as she ran to see her lunch for a second time, Will was right behind her, holding her red locks back.

The eighth time for Emma was swift. She was able to feel like she was in control as she soared with Will. With eyes wide open, she experienced it in a whole new light. It wasn't fast or jerky, it was simply them.

The ninth time for Emma was pleasurable. Anything that she still had to fear had long since passed. She put more into it, showing the world that she wasn't afraid for any possible twists and turns this time around. Will had laughed, saying they should have tried this a long, long time ago…

The tenth time for Emma was memorable. By far the best of all, Emma loved it. She wanted to do it again and again and again. Though Will said that soon it would be time to stop, he couldn't help but smile when he saw the excited look on her sweet little face. He had never seen her so thrilled about anything, and he was truly proud of himself for having introduced her to this magical world.

And as she and Will ended the day, she thought back to what she had done. She had gone in scared and unknowing…and she had come out with a new passion. "Will?" she said to him, taking his hand in hers. "I love Six Flags."

Haha, yes, I know, I am *such* a tease! I mean, after The Issue, and then this? Well, I needed something to do while working on a *real* Wemma story! Hey, if y'all have any ideas on any particular teases you'd like me to do, lemme know! (You know, like say, "Could you do a tease with sex and ski ball?" or something like that… :D I hope you liked it!

I promise my actual Wemma story won't be a tease! I just need something to pull me through as I write it, and torturing you seems to work nicely!

-QOTB-

(BTW, is it true that there really is no 13th floor in buildings?)