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Aggie

II

Emma Pillsbury was no longer a virgin. After thirty-two years of waiting, she had found her prince charming, and after four years of being madly in love with him, Emma Pillsbury had pushed her fears away. It took her a while, but they had moved forward taking baby steps.

Baby steps worked for Emma. Kissing came first, of course. Tender, soft kisses at the beginning until they were not enough for the newly awakened appetite of him. Then passion appeared and their mouths devoured each other, tasting soft flesh; his hands explored her virginal skin, hers marveled with his firm muscles. As weeks went by, clothes turned out to be an inconvenience; shirts, blouses and tops witnessed their initial patting, then pants and skirts joined them. It took her some time to get used to his eyes popping every time her skin saw the light, but eventually she got used. As a matter of fact, he caused the same effect on her. Since the 'General Schuester' episode Emma had had troubles looking at Will without blushing when the make out sessions were over. And even when they did nothing, except rest together, she would catch herself staring at his marvelous body.

They had harsh times too. Times when Emma had thought that was the end, like waking up of a long a beautiful dream and feeling like losing a precious memory. During those times, she would do anything to make things better, but sometimes the solution was beyond their reach. Hopeless was the word. He had used it, weeks ago. Occasionally, she had thought about it too. But as soon and the idea came up to her mind, she quickly dismissed it. Emma was upbeat and strong-hearted. She would take her medication and go to therapy to get better. She would have electroshock sessions if that resulted on her getting better.

She thought Will had given up on her that day and it broke her heart. He had doubts and so did she. He doubted she could handle marriage and motherhood and she doubted he would remain by her side forever.

By the end of the day, it didn´t matter to her, was having each other enough? Yes. Did they fear? Yes. They were certain about nothing; it was scary. Love was the one and only assurance and it was enough for her.

Will had proved her the same when he dripped water all over her that afternoon. If she had only knew love could be felt so physically. It had hurt, tickled, burned and fizzed…all at the same time.

It was astonishing.

Emma smiled drowsily; she was in Heaven.

"What?" Will asked with a grin at her cute expression. It was more than a week since their engage and the first night spent together.

"Just thinking…" her head turned to met his loving eyes, "about you and me," she finished the sentence when his silence encouraged her to continue.

"Oh?" he was smirking playfully, "I think about you and me all the time," she giggled. Wine did that to her. It got her to giggle contagiously, among other things, like talking excessively.

"You do?" she stirred on the couch, trying to find a better position.

"Yeah… Don´t you?" he was drawing her out.

"U-hu… I think about the other night," her third glass of wine rested empty on the coffee table, "if it was good for you."

"It was amazing to me," his voice was slightly guttural, "I know it wasn´t that amazing to you… I wanted to."

"It hurt," his previous words spurred her, "I didn´t think it would… not that much."

"Is that why you… are afraid of doing it again?" he really wanted to do it again. He craved for doing it every day, every moment of it, at anytime, anywhere.

"Yes…" she breathed; shame, embarrassment, cultural barriers emerged; "I thought I'd…" she gulped, "… come;" the silence was so tense it could be cut with a knife, "I wanted to."

"We could, Em…" he put softly moving closer to her, "It´s not always about me…it´s about you. About your needs, about what you want."

She stared at him, heart pounding hard against her chest. "I want…" she began slowly, "to be with you."

"What do you want to do with me?" he prompted his fiancée planting light kisses on her mouth.

"I want to feel the same you did… to understand it." Orgasms weren´t foreign for Emma, she had touched herself in the past, they had touched in the past, but what she was asking was something much more profound. "What if… it hurts again?" she exposed her concerns, frankly.

"I don´t think it will…" he said moving her hair behind her shoulders and then resting his hand on her thigh, "Still, we don´t have to sleep together if what you want…" unconsciously his finger traced patterns on her bare skin, "is release." Words came out crudely, bringing color to her cheeks.

"I can do that by myself, Will," she had no idea where that sudden sense of humor came from.

He chuckled and brushed her chin with his lips, "I know you can. You have," her eyes flickered. He had heard her? "I know you wanted it as bad as I did. I heard you once… in the shower," he finally put out and Emma felt her neck burn, "It was the hottest thing I've ever heard."

"Really?" she fought against her quivery breathing, the heat wave hitting her body and his mouth making delicious things to her skin.

"Yeah… What were you thinking by then?"

"You," he sucked on her pulse relentlessly, "making love to me. It felt good… I wondered if it´d feel better with you."

"It does feel better. I could make you feel better if that´s what you want…" he invited giving a soft squeeze to her hips, "Do you want, Em?"

"Yes…" her eyes sizzled when his hand plunged underneath her pencil skirt and in one single move slipped her underwear down her legs.

Climaxing on the couch wasn´t how she intentioned the night to go. Actually, she never imagined consenting with it. But as soon as Will´s mouth assaulted hers, surrender was as natural as breathing. He kissed her deeply, positioning himself amid her legs and adding the necessary pressure to his working hand.

It came unnoticed for Emma the way her hips bucked up against him, looking for what she had been craving for all those days. She forced herself to break the kiss for air and panted, locking eyes with him. He was still dressed and that was unacceptable. Timidly, her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, and he kneeled and pulled away to let her undress him.

Her eyebrows lifted slightly; his body always amazed her. "Like what you see?" he teased bringing her to sit down facing him. Her thighs brushed his hips, "I like what I see as well," he let her know when she nodded. Her elbows supported her weight on the armrest, inciting him to take her cardigan off and press his mouth on every inch of her exposed skin.

Will pleased her implicit request; he wouldn´t make her beg. He knew she was still shy, but he wished she would ask for what she wanted, openly; he wished she would put herself first, for only a moment. That night was a big step, though; despite the fact she had had a few glasses of wine.

His arm snaked around her back to unclipped her lacy bra and she blushed when it fell down her arms; her breasts would never be a source of confidence, "I… Oh God," she breathed sharply when his tongue twirled on her pink nipple. He smirked against her flesh and repeated the movement, making her back arch. It felt good. It always did.

Will could adore Emma´s skin all night. He loved the way goose bumps betrayed her when his lips kissed strategic spots, when she coaxed him with the subtlest signs. She wanted to learn how to enjoy his touch and he wanted her to crave for him and express it.

With ease and hope, he kissed her between her breasts and below to her belly and she gasped. Her chest was rising and falling madly, reading her fiancée gape. She knew what was he up to and her tongue pocked out to lick her dry lips.

She couldn´t have possibly stopped him the minute his face submerged between her legs, scooping her closer by her behind. Emma had to grip the edge of the couch to avoid jerking by the rush of heat hitting her body. They had never done that before.

Oral.

It was wet; so wet it burned. It burned feeling his tongue drawing crazy patters across her folds, his lips intermittently nibbling at her. But it burned more when he would stop to look at her redden face moments before of sinking back down in her.

Her hips rotated against his face, hunting for more. She tried to retain the moaning level to a minimum, but it was hard; it was even harder when his hands entrapped her lower body, keeping it steady on the cushion.

"Oh my Goodness..." she moaned as her spine arched, feeling close, her muscles starting to contract, her abdomen tensing, her head spinning. And suddenly, everything ended; "Wh-" she panted, "why did you stop?"

Will sniggered; she seemed confused; he loved that look on her face. "I don´t want you to finish yet," he let her know.

"Why not?" there was a hint of frustration in her voice and he chuckled again.

"´Cause I´d like to blow your mind… If that´s ok with you."

"Y-you already were…" she gulped, hard, "I want… you to do that again… with your mouth"

His groin bothered him. His arousal pressed inside his pants so solidly, he was certain it wouldn't yield in the morning. He wanted her, badly. But that night was about her, about her own needs, so he went back to the former explored territory.

She was soaking wet and tasted brackish and sweet. All over again fervor reappeared, bringing gasps, whines and heavy breathing out of her.

"Will…" his name was a groan when his tongue teased her entrance, "God- Will…"

"Yes, Em?" his voice came out drowned.

"I-I… think I want you," ministrations ceased and their gazes locked.

Her curls were cluttered; her cheek bones flushed, "Are you-"

"We could try again…" she trailed, "…slowly."

Will stared at her, dying to capture her lips in an untamed kiss, but her essence flavored his mouth; kissing her didn´t seem like a good idea. His eyes travelled madly to the coffee table. There was still some wine in one glass and a Kleenex box. One gulp was required for Will to empty it and two sanitary towels to rub his mouth clean.

"Wh-"

"Ready," he grinned goofily, "I didn´t want… to freak you out."

"Will…" lovingness made her heart beat strongly and her arms wrapped around his neck.

They kissed lengthily; slow and harder then. He didn´t have to do anything to make Emma realize how stirred up he was. Just by the way his arms roamed across her naked torso, tormenting her nipples, scratching her ribs, his tongue almost making love to her collarbone, his heavy breathing against her skin Emma could tell he was as desperate as her.

She found herself ripping his pants off and helping him pulling them down; his boxers went join them almost immediately.

Their hot desire for each other brushed together and the air was caught in her throat, "We´ll go slow ok?"

She nodded; she wasn´t scared, just expectant. And he entered her completely; a moan that would never fail to break free escaped his lips. She was slick, inviting and warm.

Emma huffed, feeling filled and throbbing. Nothing like the first time. It was hot. Hot and indescribable. She liked it, a lot, and pushed her hips forwards surveying what new sensation that would beget.

It was a growl. Her lips shaped a perfect 'O' and their bodies moved with cadence.

"How does it feel?" he managed to ask seeing her awakening with sexual desire.

"Feels… hot. Different. Good," she was mumbling and he helped her out by grasping the back of her knee to drape his bottom.

He was panting, driving inside her, fighting not to thrust deeper, forcefully; she was learning fast. Too fast. Her hips were swinging with his and he wanted to rock against her like he had dreamed of, but he didn´t want to scare her either, "What does- Oh, Em-" his face nested in the angle of her neck and shoulder. He had to hold on. "Follow your instincts… What-what do you wanna do?" his voice was sharp, thick with yearn and lust.

Out of the blue, both Emma´s legs were enveloping his motioned hips and speed increased when her palms push him forth by his low back.

"T-this is so intense," she felt dizzy; everything was going too fast; it was too much; something building inside her, but she was absolutely taken and obsessed with the whole experience. She thought she was in the plenitude of an orgasm, until he hit something inside her. Something triggering. And intense was not even describing a quarter of what she felt right then. A loud whine flew her lungs and her head spun wildly. Her back arched, his chest rubbed against her nipples. She couldn´t speak, only writhe and moan. Her toes curled, her insides burned and shrivel, her body shook. And she let go, because there was no chance she could have hold it any longer.

He felt her. He felt her walls collapsing around him. Her cries plugged his ears and she took him to the edge, "Emma…" his teeth captured her tensed lips while she climaxed and he rammed for the last times inside the shaken Emma.

She came down her peak the exact instant he spilled inside her.

They breathed unevenly, holding each other tightly. She was still trembling. "Will…" she whispered his name, struggling to comprehend the intensity of the moment.

"Are you ok?" his mouth kissed her lips.

"Yes… I´m… that was…" words were absent.

He smiled, "Amazing."

"Yes…" she questioned herself if reality was reality.

Silence fell upon them. The room suddenly became colder.

"Will..?" he lifted his gaze, "I-I need a shower"

"Me too," he never wanted to let her go.

When standing up, they realized they were still wearing some clothes. Her skirt was crinkled around and up her waist; his pants did the same around his toes. She had never expected to have sex on the couch. It was un-Emma but she couldn´t help to giggle.

They were a mess. And that was a new facade of mess Emma didn´t know she could feel inclined to.