A/N: I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my buddies on the forum, specifically Mike, Maria and Charlotte because if it wasn't for them this chapter might not have been made anytime soon. Also thanks to Charlotte for letting me two of her awesome lines!
Emma could only avoid Will Schuester for so long. The day after she had her intense and sexual dream she avoided him at all costs for she knew that if she saw him, she'd be reminded her dream, and what was worse she might want to make that dream a reality.
She tried to focus on her date with Carl for that evening, trying to convince herself that she was actually excited to go out with him. He had told her that he had something special planned for them and Carl was always one to come up with good and romantic ideas. She hadn't had a date yet where she wasn't happy and she planned on keeping that record.
However the date was anything but successful and it only made her feel worse about herself and her situation. It wasn't anything that Carl did, in fact Carl was sweeter than ever and she wanted nothing more than to be content and snuggle and kiss him, but it was his sweetness that was the death of her. He remembered that Emma told him what one of her favorite movies was and how McKinley High was putting on that same musical in only a few days time and so he had decided that it would be a great idea if they would watch it together.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
Emma's eyes widened in horror as a grinning Carl presented the DVD for The Rocky Horror Picture show.
"We never watched this together." Carl elaborated. "I thought it would be fun." He winked and she swallowed hard, her eyes drifting between Carl and the DVD box.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and she had to resist bringing her hand up to her chest in attempt to control it. She bit her lip, staring wide eyed at Tim Curry's picture, as words failed her.
Carl's smile faltered and he lowered the DVD box to his side. "That is...if it's alright with you, Emma."
Once the box was out of her view she snapped back to reality and air came rushing into her lungs as she released a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"What?" Her eyes travelled up to meet his eyes which were questioning her silently. A smile tugged at her lips and she shook her head. "Oh yes, of-of course it's alright. It is one of my favorite movies after all." She laughed quietly and Carl smirked softly, looking somewhat unconvinced.
As Carl turned to put in the movie anyway, her smile fell and her eyes widened as she stared at the ground. She could not let on that the movie or anything about the movie was making her think about Will especially to Carl.
As soon as the DVD menu popped up, Carl looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. The smile instantly returned to her face, though it was forced and she slowly made her way towards the couch. Suddenly a scene flashed before her eyes and she was not approaching Carl's couch, she was approaching her own with Will staring at her.
A barely audible gasp passed her lips and she pressed her palms against the arm of the couch to support her suddenly weak body. When she opened her eyes a few moments later, Carl stood a couple feet away from her looking perplexed and concerned. Her eyes widened for a second and she smiled sheepishly, straightening her back.
"Emma are you feeling alright?" Carl asked. "You haven't been yourself lately."
"I'm fine." She reassured him with a warm smile and sat down on the couch. "Really Carl, please don't worry about me."
Carl looked a bit skeptical but let out a small sigh in defeat and fell back onto the couch beside her. Her heart rate spiked when suddenly it was Will who was beside her and not Carl. She swallowed hard and turned her attention towards the TV screen trying to not look at Carl.
"Here we go." She heard a small laugh in Carl's voice and his arm slipped around her shoulders. Her eyes widened slightly but then she leaned into his side trying not to give away that she was not as comfortable as she usually was around him.
He pressed play and the movie started and with each passing scene Emma felt the awkwardness in the room continue to grow. Carl would sing along to all of the male parts and Emma would attempt to giggle as he sang about being a "sweet transvestite from transsexual transylvania" but her heart and her mind was only in one place and that was far away from Carl Howell.
Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as she watched Janet Weiss tend to Rocky's wounds knowing that momentarily the scene that haunted her would be on the screen. Her eyes closed tightly as Susan Sarandon's sweet vocals filled her ears but as the song progressed that only made it worse because without a visual all she could picture was her dream. Her eyes snapped open and she kept her eyes glued on the screen, finding it almost painful to watch the sexual display on the television.
With each word that was sung she could picture Will's hands on her like it was actually real and her body started to shake slightly. Carl rubbed her arm gently out of pure concern for her but she refused to look at him, knowing that if she looked anywhere but the screen she'd picture Will.
As Janet's sigh of pleasure escaped from the speakers, Emma remembered the sound of her own sighs and moans and something stirred in the pit of her stomach.
She finally braved a look at Carl and for a moment got lost in this baby blue eyes. Then in a desperate attempt to block her thoughts about Will she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Carl immediately responded, she was sure he was shocked because she was rarely ever the one to initiate a kiss.
Though tears pricked angrily at her eyes when the only thing she could feel, the only thing she could see was Will.
She had run out on Carl that night, leaving him confused and she had gotten many missed calls that night, calls that she still hadn't returned. So now not only was she avoiding Will but Carl as well. She didn't understand how her life had become so complicated.
Two years ago she would have wished for anything other than falling in love with a married man. Now she realized she'd take falling in love with a married man over having sex dreams about her ex causing her to rethink all she had been telling herself the past few months.
She knew Will was searching for her, she'd seen him pass her office about fifteen times throughout the course of the day, trying to catch her attention but she refused to even look his way just incase they made eye contact. She'd see the Will in her dream and that was not the Will she wanted to see. (At least thats what her head told her. Her heart was telling her the completely opposite.)
So she shouldn't have been surprised when there was a knock on her door and Will was there standing outside her door. Her eyes locked with his through the glass door and thousands of butterflies erupted in her stomach. She bit her lip softly and no matter how badly she wanted to tear her gaze away from his she found it impossible.
Will's innocent stare burned her into her and she once again found herself trying to smother the warming sensation in her abdomen. She cleared her throat, licked her lips and with a small nod to her head, motioned for him to enter.
Will pushed the door open, hesitated in the doorway for a second and then walked in slowly. Emma glanced up from her desk for a quick second and then snapped her gaze back down, taking deep, even breaths to keep her thoughts clean.
"Hey." He greeted shyly and her eyes closed tightly for a second before she slowly forced a look up at him. She noticed that his face fell significantly and realized that he must have taken her reaction as her not wanting to see him.
She sent him a soft smile to reassure him and his lips twitched slightly but he still looked down. He rested his hands on the back of one of the chairs and stared down at her in silence.
Emma's wide eyes locked onto his and her breath caught in her chest, her heart fluttering at their intense stare.
"Hi." She finally mumbled shyly.
Will's mouth fell open and his chest rose as he sucked in a breath as if he were about to say something but then he let the breath out slowly and shut his mouth. Emma stared up at him anxiously, wishing he would speak what was on his mind just so she wasn't left alone with her thoughts.
"Are you alright, Emma?" His voice finally reached her ear and she bit back a sigh. She was starting to get tired of that question.
"I'm fine." She whispered, also getting tired of that answer. She was not fine. She was anything but fine.
Will frowned and let out a quiet sigh. "Have I - have I done something to upset you?" Her eyes widened at his words and she slowly shook her head at a loss for words.
"It seems like you've been avoiding me since you sat in on the rehearsal the other day."
Emma continued to shake her head as she swallowed over the sudden lump in her throat. "No, no, gosh no, Will its-its nothing you did. I'm sorry I just -" She paused not exactly sure how to explain herself. She surely couldn't tell him about her dream but that was the only excuse she had as to why she had been avoiding him the last two days.
Will cocked an eyebrow in question and her cheeks flushed a bright red and she toyed with a few things on her desk to distract herself.
"The performance was amazing." She changed the subject, smiling up at him. "The kids did a fantastic job and you're an amazing director, Will."
Will smiled at the compliment but his eyes still held skepticism and she shrunk slightly under his gaze.
Will let out a small, exasperated sigh and walked around the chair to take a seat. Emma eyed him warily though she truly had no idea why. It wasn't something out of the ordinary for Will to sit down in that chair, he had done it countless of times, even after she started dating Carl.
Perhaps the reason was because she knew that the closer he came to her, the more she'd remember her dream and the more she remembered her dream the more she'd want that dream to become reality and that thought terrified Emma.
It terrified her because it made her realize that she was still in love with Will. Her dreams wouldn't have been that detailed or sexual or real if she wasn't. She had been with Carl for a little over four months and she liked him, really really liked him but never, not once, had she ever dreamed about him. Will, on the other hand, had been a reoccurring star of her dreams ever since she met him.
Emma's unconscious mind knew her better than she knew herself. Her logic mind told herself that she loved Carl and then tried its best to convince her heart of that as well. However, her heart knew what was best for her and fought against her mind in the only way it knew how...in her dreams. Her rational thoughts couldn't do a thing while she was asleep so her heart planted its message while she slept and every night it kept coming back to nourish it until it finally came into full bloom.
"Emma?" Will's voice was hesitant and as she lifted her head to look at him her heart broke at the sad look in his eyes.
"I know we're not as close as we used to be and I guess that's kind of my fault since my feelings keep getting in the way but...I'd like to think we're still friends."
"Oh Will." She breathed and resisted the urge to hug him. "Of course we're still friends. Things are a little weird between us right now but you are still my best friend and nothing will ever change that."
Will licked his lips and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stayed quiet for a few seconds. "Will you tell me what's wrong?"
Her eyes widened, her body tensing up and her mouth fell agape. "W-what?" She squeaked.
Will sighed heavily. "Emma, don't you think I know you by now? I know when something is wrong. You know that you can talk to me about anything, even if its about Carl." He cleared his throat lightly. "I'll put my feelings away and be your friend, listen unjudgementally if you're having a problem in your relationship."
"There's no problem." She snapped quietly and he winced, casting his gaze downwards.
"I didn't mean to accuse anything." He muttered pathetically. "I was just offering my assistance, if needed."
Emma closed her eyes briefly, berating herself for snapping at him and sighed quietly. "I'm sorry Will. I didn't mean to-" She trailed off for a second. "Listen, I'm not having any trouble with Carl I just-I haven't been sleeping well the last few days and I'm tired."
Will lifted his head, his brow furrowing in concern. "Is everything alright, Em?"
Emma bit down on her tongue to keep the two letter answer from spilling out of her mouth. "Yes." She whispered.
Will stared at her quietly, seeming to read right through her but he nodded quietly and rested his palms on his knees so his elbows formed a 90 degree angle. Her eyes zeroed in on his large biceps pushing against his tight light blue button down shirt and warmth flooded through her at the picture of what those arms looked like without anything to cover them. Her eyes then wandered over his broad shoulders and down his chest and her eyes saw right through the thin material to the rippling muscles behind it. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as he rose to his feet and she blushed as she pictured every one of of muscles working with him.
"Well I better get going." Will spoke and his voice sent a shudder down her spine. "I just want to see how you were doing."
Emma slowly trailed her vision back up his chest, over his well defined jaw line and finally rested on his intense eyes. She smiled softly and mouthed a thank you. His lips twitched upwards and as he walked out of the room her stomach dropped and she realized she didn't want him to go.
Not just because she liked staring at him, even though she loved doing that, but she didn't want him to go period.
The longer she kept pushing him away the sooner he wouldn't be able to handle it anymore and give up on her. She didn't want him to give up on her. She didn't want to give up on him either. They had been through so much together and whatever they had was clearly not over if Will had such a hard time getting over her and more importantly because she had such a hard time getting over him. And perhaps that was because she wasn't supposed to get over him.
Emma stared wide eyed at the spot where Will was just standing a minute ago and all at once she knew what she had to do.
Not ten minutes later Emma was standing in front of Carl's front door, staring at the wood intently, preparing herself for what she was about to do. She took a deep breathe and raised her hand to knock on the door.
She heard Carl shuffling inside and moments later his face appeared in the opened doorway. His face lit up in a smile at seeing her but then it fell soon after at seeing her expression.
Carl ushered her in without a word and Emma bit back tears at the realization of what she was actually doing hit her hard. She sucked in a shuddering breath to suppress the tears and smiled sadly at Carl as he approached her quietly.
"Carl..." She started shakily and he held up his hand.
"It's him, isn't it?"
Emma's eyes widened and her mouth fell open in shock.
Carl let out a small laugh and a sad smile crossed his face. "It's not like I didn't know this was coming."
Her eyes widened further and she shook her head, confusion etching into face.
"Will and I had a little chat when we first met." Carl explained. "I told him to back off and he said he would until you started to lean his way again. The way you've been acting lately plus the fact that you're here now leads me to believe he hasn't backed off...and neither have you."
A single tear rolled down Emma's cheek and she continued to shake her head quietly, not knowing what to say. Carl gave her a sympathetic look as he walked closer to her, capturing her face in his hands and wiping away the wetness off her cheek. "Don't feel guilty, Emma. It's not your fault. Will is crazy about you, that much is obvious, and I was trying to fool myself into thinking that you'd feel the same way about me that you did for him."
A soft whimper escaped Emma's lips and a few more tears rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes.
Carl pressed a soft, adoring kiss to her forehead. "I have loved being with you Emma and I know you've enjoyed my company as well but I'm not about to stand between true love."
Emma's eyes fluttered open and her lips trembled quietly. "Carl..." She whispered breathlessly and moved forward to rest her head against his chest. "I don't know what to say." She whimpered against his chest.
"You don't have to say anything." Carl answered, wrapping his arms around her gently. "Just...be happy."
A louder sob escaped her lips and she tightened her arms around him for another long moment before pulling away and wiping at her eyes. When her vision was clear she settled her eyes on Carl who was smiling at her.
"Go to him, Emma."
Emma's mouth fell open and she glanced at the front door quickly then back to him.
"Go to him, you've both waited too long for each other and there is no better time than the present."
More tears pooled in her eyes and she nodded. She threw her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek softly and whispered a "thank you" into his ear.
With a sad smile, he wordlessly motioned his head towards the door as she pulled away and she sucked in a breath and sprinted towards the door. She pulled open the door and squeaked as she ran straight into heavily falling rain.
She squealed as she nearly slipped against the wet pavement upon reaching her car and with one last lingering look at Carl's apartment, slid into her car not bothering to worry about the mud that was all over her shoes.
She flipped on the windshield wipers and headlights as she pulled away from Carl's apartment and raced in the direction of Will's. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and tears continued to streak down her face, not only because of her break up with Carl but because of the thought of seeing Will.
She pulled up in front of his apartment building and saw his car just pulling into the lot. Her heart leapt into her chest as she shoved her door open and watched as Will did the same. He brought his satchel over his head to guard him from the heavily falling rain and Emma slowly walked around her car, watching him as he jogged towards the entrance.
"Will!" She cried over the sound of the heavy rain and wind and he paused, looking around frantically for the voice that called his name. He spotted her through the rain and she wished she could see the expression on his face though the distance was too great between them.
Throwing all thoughts of mud, puddles and wet grass aside, she ran across the lawn of his apartment building. As she neared him, she could finally see the bewildered expression on his face and her heart fluttered at the sight of his wet light blue shirt sticking to every inch of his well defined chest.
A loud cry escaped her as she finally reached him and she threw her arms around his neck, slamming her lips down onto his. Not a second later Will's strong arms wrapped around her tiny waist and lifted her feet off the ground and his lips moved eagerly against hers.
The rain mingled with her tears but all either of them could feel was their warmth of each others bodies and the taste of each other's lips.
Her grip tightened around his neck and her lips parted, allowing Will's tongue to slip into her mouth. She moaned quietly into his mouth as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate with each passing second.
Emma was not aware how long she had been there, kissing Will Schuester in the rain but for her it'd never be long enough.
They only finally, and reluctantly, parted when air became a necessity and still they remained close to each other, Emma's arms wrapped tightly around his neck, Will's arms holding her protectively against him and their faces pressed together in a loving embrace, panting heavily.
Emma's feet touched the ground and only then did her grip loosen around his neck. Her hands slid over his broad shoulders and down to rest on his chest and her eyes fluttered open to meet his eyes.
She saw so many emotions in his hazel eyes, too many that she could hardly begin to name them. His hand came up slowly and he brushed a strand of her wet hair behind her ear and she smiled up at him. She gripped onto his wet shirt and pushed herself onto her toes, meeting his lips in another sweet kiss.
"Let's go inside." Will whispered against her lips and she nodded quietly.
Emma shivered as their bodies lost contact but a grin spread across her face as Will's hand found hers and he intwined their fingers together. He gave her a gentle tug and she followed him willingly out of the pouring rain and into the warm apartment building.
They received a few weird looks as a soaking wet Will dragged a blushing, soaking wet Emma through the building and towards his apartment. Without releasing her hand, he dug through his pockets to fetch his house key and then kicked the door open lightly. He led Emma in and closed the door behind them.
He turned to look at her hesitantly, although the smile on his face was genuine and Emma couldn't describe how wonderful it was to see the happiness back in his eyes.
She squeezed his hand and taking a few steps towards him closed the distance between them. Emma's hand left his and they slid up to tangle in his curls as Will slipped his arms around her to deepen their kiss.
Will backed them up until Emma's back hit the wall off the hallway and she grunted quietly but gripped onto his hair tightly to keep their lips locked together. Will's body sandwiched her against the wall and she sighed in pleasure at the feeling of his wet but warm body pressed against her.
Her hands travelled down to his chest and she very lightly traced the buttons on his shirt and slowly started to unbutton his shirt. After she got the first few undone, Will caught on and he broke their kiss, capturing her hands in his. He stared into her eyes and she could feel the fear in her own eyes but despite her fear, she wanted nothing more than to continue.
Will let go of her hands and his nimble fingers undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and he tore the wet garment away from his skin. Emma's eyes widened at his naked and wet chest and a sudden warmth consumed her. Emma slowly reached her hand out and flattened her palm against his skin and her heart jolted.
Her dream had been so incredibly realistic but now, being there, actually touching him made her realize how dreamlike her dream was. Electricity pounded through her veins as she realized if touching Will had exceeded her dream, how would Will touching her feel?
Before she had the chance to ponder the thought any further she was suddenly being swept off of her feet and being cradled in Will's strong arms. She squeaked as she threw her arms around his neck but grinned as his lips came down to meet hers.
He carried them to his bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed and hovered over her, never detaching their lips. Emma's stayed around his neck to keep their bodies close and Will's hands were stationed at her waist. A fire burned in the pit of her stomach and she ached for his touch.
"Will..." She moaned against his lips, arching her chest up towards him.
Will froze momentarily above her, their lips parted and he pushed himself a little bit off of her. Her eyes opened and she frowned as she was met with his unsure gaze.
"Will," She slid her hands down to covers his and slowly brought them up to her chest, "Touch me, Will." Her own words sparked something inside of her and her dream continued to play on in her head.
Real Will didn't comply as dream Will had, instead his brow furrowed and his hands rested lightly at the base of her breasts, unsure if he should continue or not.
"Please Will." She whimpered, pouting slightly. "I want to..." She paused and blushed heavily. "I want to...get nasty."
Will blinked down her for endless seconds and he licked his lips, shaking his head slightly. "No." He whispered and her heart sunk deep into her chest. "I don't want to "do the nasty" with you, Emma." Tears sprung to her eyes and her lips quivered and she started to squirm under him.
Will, sensing how she must have taken his words, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "I'm going to make love to you and if we do this, I'm going to make sure you're the best loved woman in all of Ohio."
A few tears spilled out of her eyes and a breathtaking smile spread across her lips. She whimpered quietly and brought her lips up to meet his in a passionate kiss.
He grunted, taking her kiss as a sign to continue, and his gentle hands cupped her breasts through her wet cardigan. She gasped quietly and Will's tongue slipped deeper into her mouth making their already passionate kiss even deeper.
She moaned quietly, arching her chest into his hands, her palms resting on the side of his face to keep their kiss.
A small whimper escaped her lips when Will's hands left her chest and travelled south until they slipped under her wet cardigan. He pulled away from her slightly just so he could peel the fabric off of her skin and over her head. She blushed as her wet and naked skin came into contact with the air and her small chest, only blocked slightly by her bra, came into Will's sight.
Suddenly she didn't feel as confident as she did in her dream. Her body started to shake, not only from being cold, and wet, but from her nerves. Will lowered himself down and started to press feather light kisses over the tops of her breasts and her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.
Her body jolted when Will's fingers slipped behind her and unclasped her bra and then slipped the garment off her body, tossing it to the side with her cardigan. Her eyes flew open and she suddenly wanted to crawl under a rock at the way Will was looking down at her.
Thoughts started to run wildly through her head. Thoughts about how her body wasn't good or full enough, how he wouldn't be pleased with her because she had no experience in this time of situation.
Then his eyes trailed up to meet hers and all her doubts were washed away. Never, in her entire life, had anybody looked at her with such adoration and love. She blinked away her tears and smiled shyly at him. His lips formed a happy smile and he leaned down to sweetly kiss her lips and then started a fire trail down her neck and towards her chest.
"So beautiful." He whispered as his lips caressed the valley of her breasts.
"Will..." She sighed out his name and tilted her head back, arching her back upwards. Her body still shook slightly but her fears and insecurities were quickly melting away to pleasure.
His lips continued to brush against every inch of her exposed chest and were soon replaced by his hands and she bit her lip, moaning quietly as her head dropped to one side.
Much to soon for her taste, Will's hands left her chest and gently brushed against the skin of her stomach until his hands rested against the hem of her skirt.
It took her a moment to realize why he stopped and she opened her eyes briefly to nod for him to continue. Her body shook harder as Will slowly undressed her and when the shaking became too noticeable, Will immediately was hovering back over her face stroking her hair gently.
"I'm sorry, Em." He whispered, frowning slightly. "Too much?"
Her heart swelled at his thoughtfulness but she shook her head. Perhaps it was too much, perhaps she was getting in way over head but she was tired of living in the shadows. She wanted to do something because it felt good, because she wanted to, she wanted to listen to her heart for once instead of obeying every rule that her head had set up for her.
She wanted Will Schuester and more than that she wanted Will Schuester to touch her. To really touch her.
"Keep going." She whimpered quietly, arching her back to press her hips into his. "Please."
A low growl escaped the back of his throat and very gently he began to kiss her neck. She let out a small sigh and gripped onto his biceps tightly.
His lips found their way back to her chest and he teased there for a minute or two before pulling away, leaving Emma craving for more. His hands rested above her hip bone for a few seconds before he daringly started to tug at her panties.
Emma gasped and her body froze up. Will stopped immediately and his eyes snapped to her in alarm. A few tears rolled down her cheeks but she nodded for him to continue. His hands left her hips and he pressed soft kiss to her stomach before moving back over her.
"We don't have to do this, Emma." He assured her gently, stroking the skin of her cheeks softly, wiping away her tears with his fingertips. "You don't have to force yourself to do anything."
"You want it, Will." She whimpered and then realized she didn't know why she said that. What she meant to say was, " I want it, Will'.
Will nuzzled his nose against hers lightly. "I want you, Emma. Now that I have you I can wait as long as you need me to for this. It doesn't matter to me, Em. All I want is you."
Her tears fell faster then and her chest shook with quiet sobs and then she grabbed the sides of Will's head and brought his lips down onto hers. She kissed him deeply, passionately for a few seconds and then whispered breathlessly, "Make love to me."
That's all it took and before they knew it they were both shed of all articles of clothing and Will was hovering over her, kissing her lips softly, asking her if she was sure she was ready.
Her body shook against him but she nodded, returning his soft kisses. Will smiled against her lips and supporting himself with one arm, brought the other to brush her hair behind her ear. "You need to relax, Em. Stop shaking, sweetheart."
"I'm sorry." She whispered, trying desperately to keep her body from shaking.
"It's okay." He nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "I just want to make this as easy for you as possible."
"Give me a second." She muttered and closed her eyes, leaning her head forward to rest against Will's shoulder. She inhaled and exhaled a few times and slowly her body stopped shaking.
She smiled slightly as she rested back against the pillow and nodded, giving him the 'go ahead'.
Will kissed her lips sweetly as he slowly and lightly pushed into her. She bit the inside of her lip, suppressing a soft cry as Will continued to push into her.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, burying his face in her neck and she let out a small whimper as he broke past her barrier. A few more tears rolled down her cheeks and her body started to shake again as she laid there silently and still.
She closed her eyes tightly and breathed deeply until the pain started to fade away. She let out a breath of relief which turned into a moan of pleasure as Will shifted on top of her.
"Oh God, Will.." She breathed into his ear and he groaned quietly, starting to move within her. He was slowly and steady at first, keeping his eyes on hers, watching for any sign of discomfort from her.
However Emma's pleasure only continue to grow. She tried to focus on Will's eyes but as time drew on she felt an unknown feeling bubbling up inside of her that was staring to take over all rational thought. Her eyes closed and she melted into the bed, arching her back up to meet his gentle thrusts.
Will grunted and his lips started to kiss all over her flushed skin as his pace picked up slightly. Emma moaned, gripping onto his arms tighter and started to writhe beneath him, the pleasure building inside of her with each of his thrusts.
As he picked up his pace even more, Emma felt that sensation deep within her grow to unearthly levels and she cried out as it exploded inside of her. As she came down from her high she could still feel Will moving inside of her until his body shook above her and a quiet whimper of pleasure escaped his lips.
He rested his head in the crook of her neck and she played with the curls at the nape of his neck as they both tried to slow down their breathing and heart rates. Emma placed small, loving kisses to his sweat slicked shoulder and then cuddled her head there.
As they lay there, slowly beginning to catch their breath, Emma caressed his scruffy jawline, sighing contently into his hair.
Never, in her entire life, had she ever felt as happy and peaceful as she was in that moment and it was all thanks to the man who was currently resting calmly above her.
She nuzzled her nose against his cheek and then proceeded to whisper in his ear, "I love you, Will."
Will's relaxed body tensed for a second and he slowly lifted himself up to meet her eyes. He studied her face for a moment, searching her eyes for the truth and when she smiled at him, he grinned lazily and captured her lips in a sweet kiss.
"My Emma." He breathed contently as he rolled off of her and cuddled into her side. She grinned and buried her face into his chest. She really loved how that sounded.
"My Will." She sighed back and he dropped a kiss to her forehead.
"I love you." He whispered, burying his face into her hair.
She slipped her arms around him and cuddled even closer to his warm body. No matter what may happen as time went on, she knew one thing for sure, she was never, ever letting this man go again.