A/N: Not overly happy with this chapter but it needs writing to get to the end so I'm afraid you'll have to put up with it. Reviews are a thing of beauty and I'm not ashamed to beg for them :-)

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'But I am going to make you beg for me.'

Emma stood staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror wondering what on earth she'd got herself into. A slip of the tongue that had escaped from her lips in sheer frustration had lead her mind down a blind alley. There was no denying his insistence to keep true to their pledge was endearing in its own way but ….. ugh, she just wanted him. It'd taken her thirty-two years to get to get comfortable with how her emotions and her body could combine in the most delightful way to show somehow how much she loved them. The thought of having to wait another few months was simply a step too far.

But rather than try and explain all that to him, she'd let a small hint of petulance creep out and instead threw down a challenge to try and get one over on him. And she simply didn't have a clue how to follow it all up. Feeling sexy was an alien notion to her, and then to try and use that femininity to make a man beg for her? She hadn't the vaguest idea where to begin.

Taking a deep breath and walking back into the bedroom, Emma resolved that somehow, someway, she would absolutely get what she wanted from him. It just might a little bit longer than she'd imagined.

A few days later, Emma had started to wonder if waiting for Will might have been her best option overall. She'd not found any opportunity to try and make her move on him and get him to the point where he was so aroused, he simply couldn't say 'No'. Any time they'd had together had been limited due to late Glee club rehearsals, SAT prep and Emma's mother insisting on coming over regularly to 'help' with the wedding planning. On the rare occasions where they did manage to find time to be together, Will seemed hesitant to take it any further than just making out. It was simply too much like hard work to try and take things further, so putting her desires to one side seemed like the only sensible choice.

And she could have lived with that choice if it wasn't for the dreams that had begun to take over her consciousness each night.

Each one had become more vivid than the previous, with the sensation of touch, taste and longing growing in intensity each time. Every night in her head, Will would caress every inch of her skin, whilst she raked her fingers down his chest and watched his taught muscles dance involuntarily under her touch. He would kiss her deeply and whisper how beautiful she was before slowing making his was down her body and focusing his attentions right near the point where her desire was at it's strongest. And each night she'd never quite get to live out her fantasy of him being the one to take her to new heights, as her dream would fade away and she'd slowly find herself back in the reality of it being 3am in the morning and having no way to relieve the pressure that had built between her legs. She needed to have him. And quickly.

Little did she realise that her dreams had been having an effect on Will too. At first he thought he'd imagined Emma calling out for him in her sleep. That the breathless 'Will ….. please' emerging from her sleeping form must have been a hangover from the explicit visions that had his mind has been conjuring up that night to torture him with. But after the 3rd night in a row of hearing her moans and whimpers for him while lost in slumber, he was left in no doubt that she was having the exact same sex-dreams as he was. And every night he had to turn over in bed and try and get comfortable with the tightness in his pants that he could do nothing about.

Will had been sat in the teacher's lounge on his lunch break chatting away to the new History teacher Mr Leibowitz about the big football game on TV the night before when Emma walked in and joined them.

'Frank, I'm not sure if you've met our Guidance Counsellor yet, but this is Emma. Emma Pillsbury.' As Emma leaned over slightly to accept Frank's handshake, Will placed his hand gently on her lower back and planted a small kiss to her temple as she sat back down. Emma chuckled slightly at Mr Leibowitz's startled expression from watching two work colleagues share an intimate moment, wondering what kind of school he'd started to teach at and were they all expected to be so forward with each other. 'We're engaged. He's allowed to do that!' She replied in haste saw the relief ooze out of Frank's features. 'Congratulations! So when's the big day?' Will and Emma turned to look at each other, but Emma couldn't help but see something deep in Will's eyes. It seemed to go further than the love and adoration she normally saw there, but hinted at pride and devotion. He'd never looked sexier and it was all the encouragement she needed.

'It's about 3 months away now. Time is going so quickly trying to get everything planned' Emma made an obvious gesture at squeezing Will's knee under the table in a jokey manner answering Frank's question, whilst Will gave a small laugh and turned back to focus on finding out more about the new staff member. But he never really heard a word Frank said for the next few minutes as his mind was suddenly overrun with what Emma's hand was doing. It'd never left his knee after the squeeze, but was slowly turning into a gentle caress of his lower thigh. Her fingers were drawing random patterns through his jeans and little by little, making their way higher and higher up the fabric. With her actions completely shielded by the table, Emma was happily making small talk finding out about the school Frank had recently left and how he'd ended up in Ohio by accident, but making sure that her touch was getting stronger through the denim that was separating her immaculately manicured fingers from the growing bulge in Will's jeans. She tilted her head slightly as her hand wandered across the top of his leg and began to progress up his inner thigh in the same, unknown pattern as before. Will's thoughts were completely overrun with one thing and one thing only. Surely she can't be doing this here? Why would she be doing this to me? She wouldn't dare try and … Oh God. She did. Emma's hand had stopped with the never ending circles and moved over to cup the arousal that was now causing Will a significant amount of discomfort. She shifted slightly in the chair as Frank began to retell the story of the head of department with the enormous vendetta against him from his last job, and nodded understandingly at him every now and then. Truth be told, Emma wasn't really listening to a word of the story either but the look on Will's face out of the corner of her eye filled her with the confidence to slowly rub her fingers up and down his length. I've got you exactly where I want you now Will. I know the only reason you're staring at the table like that is because you're wondering whether you can throw me on it and take me in front of everyone right here. You want this just as much as I do and I'm going to make you come after me ….

Will's lips parted slightly as he felt the delicious sensation of Emma's long fingers rubbing up against his throbbing length. This was becoming almost too much to bear and a small gasp left the back of his throat without even realising. Emma stopped her ministrations instantly, terrified at the thought she'd gone too far and they'd be caught, whilst Frank was bought sharply out of his reverie and stared at Will. 'Are you OK? You look a bit pale.'

That's because all the blood in my body has rushed somewhere else

'Er …. Sorry. I just …. Just felt a bit light-headed all of a sudden.' At least he wasn't lying. Trying to think of an explanation that was more complicated simply wasn't possible at the moment. Frank nodded to the half-eaten cookie that was still in Will's hand. 'You want to make sure you eat that. Try and get your blood sugars back up'. Relieved at the fact that Frank plainly had no clue what was really going on, Emma's self-confidence came rushing back and she gave Will's crotch another gentle squeeze under the table. His head flung around to meet her gaze but it was his turn to notice a new emotion within her stare. Lust. Her eyebrow raised slightly and in her best husky voice she managed to utter 'If you ask me nicely, I'll finish that off for you'. With one final stroke of him under the table, she excused herself from the conversation and walked back to her office, making sure that she swayed her hips more than normal knowing that Will would be staring at her behind as she left the room like normal. She was right of course, and he was left open-mouthed in shock at what she'd just done to him. Saying 'No' to her now was going to be a hell of a lot harder than he ever imagined.

You think I'm going to come running after you now don't you Emma? That I'm going to grab you next time we're home and beg you to make love to me. Credit where it's due, that was a great effort but it'll take more than that to make me break the promise. I think …