A/N This was going to be a one-shot but I got carried away and it'll be split into either 2 or 3 chapters. Leave your reviews and it might encourage me to get the next chapter written and posted a little quicker ;-)

Disclaimer: Already posted on LiveJournal. Characters belong entirely Ryan Murphy et al. I'm just borrowing them for a bit cus they're not in the actual show NEARLY enough sadly.

He never meant to fall asleep on the couch. Actually, he never meant to be up that late to leave him prone to falling asleep on the couch in the first place. If nothing else, he'd end up with God awful neck ache the day after, but worst of all, it'd look like he'd been deliberately waiting up for her. And he had of course, but he didn't want her to think it was because he was worried about her. It was just that he hated falling asleep in their bed alone.

So the gentle patter of Emma's heels walking through the apartment at almost 1am after her night out slowly brought Will around from his dazed half-sleep, opening his eyes to find his fiancé leaning over the back of the cushions and smiling at his drowsy expression, oblivious to the television blaring away with infomercials in the background.

'Hey there sexy'. She was crinkling her nose at him in that tell-tale way she only ever did when she was slightly tipsy. 'I hope you've not been drooling on those new cushions that I bought last week.'

'You know I only drool over you Emma'. He smiled back at her and began to wipe his eyes and blink repeatedly in order to try and encourage his brain to rouse itself more quickly.

'That's far too cheesy a line to get away with under normal circumstances, but you're half-asleep and I've had a drink so I'll let you off this time'. As Will began to push himself up on his elbows and swing his legs round to the floor to make room on the couch, Emma took the hint and flopped onto the cushions next to him, curling her body into his side and settling her head under his chin.

She nodded across slightly at the TV, before grabbing the remote and turning off the power. 'Have you been waiting up for me then?'

'No. I was channel hopping and found highlights of the big game from earlier on TV. I must have nodded off without realising.' It wasn't a complete lie. He just missed out the part deliberately trying to find something to kill the time until her return.

'I take it you had a good bachelorette party then?' His arm cradling her frame tighter against his was an involuntary action as hers fell across his chest and rested against his waist, before hugging him gently.

'I told you, it was hardly ever going to be a party. We just went out for a meal and then to a bar for a few drinks afterwards. I'm not really a bachelorette kind of girl'.

'At least tell me some gossip. How did my Mom get on with yours? Did Sue actually bother turning up? And did anyone get you a stripper as a secret?' He couldn't help chuckling at his last question as he'd been winding her up for weeks that someone would get her a stripper even though she'd categorically stated it was most definitely not to be that kind of evening. The look of sheer horror on Emma's face after he'd convinced Shannon to join in on the rouse by saying she'd already booked 2 guys dressed as fireman to 'dance' at the meal for her, was completely worth the trouble he knew he'd be in later. Especially when he noticed that she was barely able to look Sam Evans in the face for a couple of days afterwards in the unlikely event he'd be the one selected for the task. Boy was he going to pay for that little stunt once she found out.

'Sue did turn up in the end. She obviously went her usual anti-Will-Schuester rant at one point during the meal, like she does at work pretty much every lunchtime. But then she really surprised me later on in the evening. You know those moments where she switches from being lost in her bravado and persona, to being a someone so sweet and genuine? Well, she had one of those Jeykll & Hyde switches just before she left and the two of us were alone in the ladies room. She actually wished us good luck for the wedding and thanked us for being there for her despite everything she's said and done. I just wish she was like that more often you know? That's a side to Sue I really think I could be good friends with. Such as shame. Oh, but your cousin Lucy? Well, you were right when you said she wasn't the sweet little girl she once was. It took her all of five minutes in the bar to find a guy to cosy up with and buy her drinks for the rest of the night. She's not exactly backwards at coming forwards is she? And then of course, she found someone else to latch onto later…..'

She was rambling away and he loved it. Every little detail of the evening was being replayed at a slightly quicker-than-normal speed thanks to the wine she'd obviously been drinking and it was just another little quirk that he added to the seemingly never-ending list of things that amazed him about Emma Pillsbury. As every little anecdote was relayed back to him and her arms were flailing about enthusiastically in front of her, to emphasise certain parts of the story, he couldn't help but gently run his fingers along the curve of her waist.

'….As for our mothers, I'm saying nothing other than it went pretty much as we thought it would. I'm just grateful that Shannon was there to distract me from it for most of the evening. And speaking of which…..' She suddenly slapped him across his chest half in jest, but half in annoyance and stared directly at him for the first time since her replay of the evening's entertainment began. 'She told me you'd cajoled her into winding me up about the alleged stripper'. Will desperately tried to put on his best innocent face and mouthed a slow 'What?' back at her. Emma slowly raised an eyebrow in mock irritation. 'Your punishment for that little trick will be decided upon later.'

'Who me?!' He couldn't help but raise his hands innocently and play along with her little act.

'Yes you. I will warn you though, your payback is likely to involve you wearing a fireman style stripper uniform and dancing for me in this apartment.' Emma's smirk appeared almost as quickly as Will's disappeared from shock. Did she really just say that?

The sudden change in his expression hadn't gone unnoticed by Emma and she decided that this might be time to wind him up slightly as payback.

'We actually all came up with that as your reprimand over the meal.' They hadn't at all but Emma could tell from the way Will's jaw had dropped slightly that he was believing every word she said, so she decided to run with it. 'It was a bachelorette party, Will. Of course we talked about sex.' Strictly speaking it was true to a certain extent. As the night had worn on, jokes and tales about bad sexual experiences or certain fantasies had come up on more than one occasion amongst the group of women thanks to the free-flowing alcohol, but Emma had never felt it was a topic she wanted to join in with. She had carefully let everyone else do the talking and nodded or giggled along where appropriate, without divulging any details of her own. She'd certainly thought about Will though during the night though, and the things he did to her, as well as the things she wanted him to do to her but just didn't feel comfortable discussing with him yet. And those thoughts had most definitely left her feeling flushed.

Will was still caught in a state of bewilderment and sheer excitement at the thought of Emma openly talking about their sex life. It seemed so unlike her to be able to do that and he wasn't entirely convinced she was telling the truth, but he was most definitely turned on and wanted to see where this would lead.

'So what did you talk about then?'

Panic flickered across Emma's face momentarily. Was he calling her bluff or just genuinely asking her about her evening again? Either way she needed to think on her feet, and fast. Although they were comfortable with most things in their relationship, she still felt shy and awkward discussing their lovelife together. It was silly really given that she knew he'd never laugh or judge her, but that just added to the paranoia and she felt trapped in a spiral of doubt.

'Well. It seems almost inappropriate to tell you in case you get the wrong idea.' She began to circle her fingers across the t-shirt covering his abs hoping to distract him slightly, while gazing anywhere other than his eyes, quickly trying to conjure up a cover story to get her out the corner she'd backed herself into. She could never lie to him while looking at his face.

'Uh-huh. But still, surely you can tell me can't you?' Will's voiced had dropped an octave, into an almost growl-like state. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and his hand went back to running up and down her sides. But this time, the strokes were longer and ran from just underneath her arms to the start of the curve of her behind. His touch was laced with delicacy, but deliberate seduction. He knew she wasn't looking at him for a reason and he needed her to loosen up even more than the alcohol had clearly helped with so far. She was acting even more adorable than usual and he wanted her.

Emma knew this was about to get out of control quickly and despite the fact her mind had wandered onto being with Will for a large party of the night, she felt tired and a little drunk and wasn't quite in the mood for anything else tonight. Diversionary tactics were now her only hope. Especially as his nose was beginning to nuzzle against her ear and light kisses were being gently placed along her jaw. She didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to hold out for.

'I don't want it to sound like too much of a cliché where a group of women get together and spend the evening slating the men in their life, but there were a few tales about how some of the ladies had been let down by some gentlemen not quite fulfilling their end of the deal properly.' Her little giggle at the thought of one particularly funny story told by college roommate Elly instantly caused Will to stop what he was doing instantly in panic, and pull away slightly as the heat flowing throwing through his body, suddenly ran cold with dread.

'You …. You don't mean me? Do you?' Emma never expected the look of fear that she met as she turned to look at Will's face. The lustful man that had been showering his affections on her moments ago, had been replaced by a seemingly scared little boy. His eyes were filled with fear at the thought he'd not been satisfying her in the way he wanted to; the way she so utterly and completely deserved. Oh No. No, no, no. This wasn't part of the plan. She'd pushed that little bit too far without realising.

'I could never mean you.' As their eyes locked, and Emma's hand began to slowly run along Will's jaw line for reassurance, gently raking across his stubbled flesh, the heat between them instantly sparked back into life. She was completely his puppet-master without comprehending the power she held, and he could ignite the darkest of desires within her at will that she never previously knew existed. 'You always make me feel wanted, needed and so, so loved Will. I just hope I do the same for you.'

'In ways you could never imagine Em'. His seductive growl was back, and Emma's hesitations from earlier disappeared as quickly as Will's fingers began to trace along her collar bone peeking out from the delicate blouse she was wearing. Spurred on by the almost wanton fantasies she'd heard talked about by her friends earlier in the evening, the slight alcohol in her system banishing any inhibitions, but mostly the unmistakeable need for her blazing deep in Will's unrelenting gaze, Emma decided that this was the night she was going to take the lead and run things her way.