Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

It has been written for a while , I just forgot to post it! Well, there you go now.

It is based on the song "Labios compartidos" ("Shared Lips") of Maná and Emma is quite pretty OoC here.

Thanks aggie, you know, for being my beta again :)


Shared Lips

It was a usual Wednesday evening when Will Schuester stood in front of her door. He knew it´s grains so well from all the times his eyes had lingered on the wooden surface. Carl would be at home soon as he usually did, but he had still enough time. Emma should be sitting on the sofa watching TV because she´d get bored. Dinner would be ready in the oven so she´d have half an hour to do whatever she pleased. The problem was that she pleased more things than she should, like that man, standing out her front door...

"I didn't tell you to come."

But he ignored her as she used to ignore his feelings.

"I'm going, but not now." He told her when she insisted one more time.

The TV was still on when he kissed her. She wasn't expecting that. Actually, a part of her was because that was what they always did when they were alone. Kiss, touch, want... A wrong feeling for a married woman like her. His hands were in her hips, grabbing her to pin her body roughly against the wall. She moaned, knowing what could happen next, what would happen next.

Kisses are hotter every second. His tongue was fighting with hers and it wanted to win. But it wasn't which made her moan, it was his hip gridding against hers. He did know how to turn her on with just a few movements.

"I want you, Will. I need you inside me" she begged. Carl could come and find her wife in another man's arms, enjoying the pleasure her husband should be giving her. But this… this felt so good.

"No." his voice was husky. He was tired of that. Why didn't she understand it hurt him? He loved her every second of the day, even when they didn't see each other.

"What?" He released his grip from her, leaving her frustrated. Sexually frustrated.

"This is how I feel every time we are together and then you come back with Carl; that uncompleted." He was still closed so she could feel his warm breath against her swollen flesh.

"He's my husband, Will." The statement sounded mad, though she didn't have any reason. She was the adulterer one after all.

"And I am just your lover, right?"

"Will, you and I-"

"I want the same rights he has", He cut in, not letting her finish, "I want you to be mine all the time without exception, not only when he isn't here to satisfy you. I don't want to share your lips anymore."

"Will..."

"So, this is over, Emma. I just come to say goodbye."

What was she expecting? She was playing in two sides, going from one man to another. Cheating wasn't right; it was well-know to Emma but even so... She didn't feel bad if she didn't think about it. Carl was her husband, the one who took care of her, the one she went to bed with every night. She loved him, made dinner for him and cuddled while talking and relaxing. Instead, with Will everything was intense. Their secret encounters when nobody was paying attention, the hot kisses with her back against the wall, the passionate sex everywhere. Her legs melted only by thinking in everything they did every time they shared the same room.

Will stopped half way when the front door opened. Carl was home.

She took him by the sleeve, rushing, locking him inside of bathroom. All he had to do was stay there in silence until the footsteps lost on the first floor. It was easy. Will could hear them talking in the living-room, just where he and Emma had been moments ago. She was such a good liar when she blamed on some show on the TV for her flushed cheeks.

"It was so sad" she explained, and her husband didn't suspect a thing.

They were upstairs when Will finally got out of his hiding-place. He should have taken the opportunity to slip out of there and go home. Instead, his feet led him to the source of the voices. He was very quiet while walking across the corridor, upstairs. He reminded that time when they were too horny from their make out that they just ended up there. She had been lying on the steps, with her legs over his shoulders and kisses going down and down, closer to the place she wanted him the most. The marks of her heels had remained on his back for almost a week after that night.

He had never been in her bedroom before. It was a forbidden place. He could sleep with a married woman, but he couldn't do it in the same bed that she shared with her husband at the end of the day. It was wrong even for him.

They had been very quick or he had been slow. The point was that by the time he took the first look at the room, they were already naked. Standing in the threshold of a half-open door, all he could see of Carl were his back, but Emma... God, Emma. She was beneath her husband, writhing under his touches and kisses. Her body moved, ready to start with the real action. How could she give herself so easily in to carnal pleasure? Where was the feeling of guilt? They had been thrusting together not long ago and she had seemed so needed for him. Now, it was the man on top of her all she wanted. Or that was what Will thought. He could be wrong. He actually was.

It was wrong, spying them, but he couldn't stop to stare his moaning lover. Carl was caressing the spot between her legs the way she loved. He could tell she liked it by the way she was bucking her hips against his manly hand.

Will wondered if he was better in bed than Carl, if he made her scream louder than Carl, if Carl knew her body as well as he did, or how to made her lost her mind. He wanted to be better than her husband. A part of him knew he was since she wouldn't keep going to his apartment at night when Carl was out just to tell him she couldn't sleep because she wasn't able to stop thinking the way his head felt between her legs; she wouldn´t do any of that, if she didn't like what he did to her body.

And then she saw him. Carl had whispered something in her ear, making her turn the head to the door. There he was, half hiding in the shadows, staring, hard inside his pants. She looked him up and down, fixing her gaze in his bulge, and then in his eyes when Carl entered her. She was maybe too loud.

It was the first time Will saw her fucking other man. He knew she did. She was a married woman, after all. She had a husband to take care of, to satisfy. That was her responsibility as wife. At that moment, Will wished he could be the one inside her. It was the hotter thing he had ever seen.

He should be gone by now, but he stayed. He wouldn't have realized he was touching himself if it wasn't for her straight look to his hand. She licked her lips while caressing the man's behind to push him closer.

"Fuck me up." She told Carl, never stop looking at him.

Will wondered what would happen if he come inside the room in that right moment. Maybe, Carl would let him fuck her together. Perhaps, she would love being taken by her husband and her lover at the same time.

"Yes, Carl..." she moaned, her legs opened wider to let him sank deeper. "Faster!" She finally looked away to take his face with her hands and kiss him open-mouthed. Their tongues fought until they were breathless. He could tell her bed was hot and slightly humid. And she asked for more once again.

She was pleased when he raised her hips looking for a better position. The movements were rougher each time, and his thrusts harder. Her own hands travelled to her body, touching every part of her skin, kneaded her breasts, nibbling her nipples.

He had decided to unbutton his pant. His hand was in his boxers now, moving with the pace Emma called. She was such a teaser. She knew how much it turned him on, how much he loved it when Emma was bold. That's why she was being louder than usually. All she wanted was to see him come inside his clothes.

"Carl!" she cried when climax hit her. It didn't take long to get her purpose.

Neither of the two adults lying in the bed heard the front door closing because of their lost breaths and the beating of the heart. Still, a smile of satisfaction shone in Emma's face.

XxX

It had been as a usual Thursday on McKinley, except for the happening occurred in the janitor's closed at midday. Corridors were empty when they met. Emma wasn't expecting to find him there. He should be at the teacher's lounge. He wasn't expecting find her there, either. She should be at the teacher's lounge. But it didn't matter anymore since they discovered their way to their clandestine place. Now, her back was against the door and his hands, everywhere. It was her fault because she was the one who made him horny last night, the one who didn't let him sleep because all he could think about was her body. But she was his again.

"I thought it was over" she mocked while he rammed inside her desperately. She loved playing with him.

"Shut up" he ordered. He had the determination of leaving red, hot marks all over her skin for the next days; and she let him do so with pleasure. He always came back to her not matter how much it would hurt him to know he shared her lips. It rather hurt than not feeling her at all. He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. So badly.

Her folds were still warm under his fingers when they were done, and her legs around his waist as her head rested on his shoulder. He felt her wet with their fluids.

"You never are satisfied, uh?" he whispered when she purred in his ear seductively. "You little whore."

THE END


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