- Chapter 3 -

Some days later

Emily, Emily, Emily.
She was on my mind now all day long, the reason I wasn't able to concentrate anymore.
She only turned more and more beautiful with every time I saw her and the fact that Michaela knew that something had happened between us didn't make anything better. No, let's say she thought she knew that something had happened. We tried to tell her (again) that we had only talked (and cuddled) but Michaela didn't believe us.
"You're a good actress, honey," I heard her say to Emily after a scene between her and I, "but I'm your best friend. I know it when you want to hide something."
Busted.
I turned around and left quickly, since I had to get ready for my scene, that's why I didn't hear what Emily answered. But I was sure she still tried to hide everything.
And it stayed that way. For the rest of October nothing happened between Emily and me. Nothing at all.

November

Soon it was two months that Emily and I had slept with each other for the first time. And soon it was Thanksgiving.
Even though I didn't really care about the tradition, I always helped Jaime to throw a big Thanksgiving dinner. She really lived that tradition, with the turkey and the whole decoration. She was raised that way and even wrote invitations to friends. As she asked me to sign those invitations too, I frowned at the names of her so called best friends, who didn't like her for real. They called her things behind her back and disrespected her.
With a pain in my heart I noticed, that in a different way I was doing the same thing to her.
But then my eyes fell on the name on the last invitation and my heart almost stopped.
Emily Deschanel.
"You want to invite Emily!" I called in surprise and Jaime smiled at me.
"Of course. She's your friend and I want to get her on other thoughts. You told me she's still sad because of David ... why, don't you want her to come?"
*She already did several times ...,* I thought and felt the blood shoot into my head, colouring my cheeks red. "Yes, I do. I'll sign."

The week passed quickly and soon it was Thursday. I met Emily on the set, asking her again if she would come tonight.
"Come tonight?" she answered and smiled at me. "Care to explain how exactly you mean that, David?"
"Come over. To Jaime's and mine. To have dinner," I stuttered and Emily laughed.
"I'd love to. Is there a dresscode?"
"Just look stunning," I answered and thought, *Not hard, she always does.*
"Great, so I'll come naked," she replied with a smile and my mouth went open.
"I - uh -"
Fuck. This time the blood was shooting somewhere else, which was definitely not my head.
She came closer.
I suddenly realised that we were alone, we were in the styling room alone, since Tanya, the stylist, had just left.
"Emily..."
She caressed my chest. Let her fingers crawl down.
"Have I ever thank you for comforting me?" she whispered into my ear. Her voice sent shivers down my spine and I swallowed. She wouldn't ...
"No," I croaked. "Emily, we shouldn't do this - I mean, not here ..."
But she simply turned, walked to the door of the styling room, closed and locked it.
"Em," I hissed. "People need to get in here!"
"Not for the next ten minutes. Michaela, Tamara and TJ are doing a scene and everyone will think we're rehearsing our lines."
"Emily," I tried again, but it was hopeless. She was in front of me again, travelling her hands over my chest.
"It's wrong," I said.
"Since when do you care?" Emily asked and I groaned.
"Emily - I do care! I love my wife and -"
"You love her but are you in love with her?"
Her eyes were big as she asked me. It was as if she could look right through me.
"I ... no ..." I gave up. She was the right woman for me, only her.
"Close your eyes, David. I will bring you to heaven."
I did what she wanted me to do, just enjoying her quick fingers opening my pants. Pulling down my boxers.
Stroking my shaft ...
And what she did to me afterwards, was beyond words. She was amazing, she was a goddess.
Her tongue was magic, her lips were heaven. She was too good to be real and I came fast, too fast. She was just too good. I was sure I hadn't even needed ten minutes.
Afterwards she stood up, hugged and kissed me gently.
"David ... you can open your eyes," she chuckled and I did. Her eyes were too gorgeous. Her face was too beautiful. She was too perfect. "Wow, Em ..."
She smiled and kissed me again.
"I thought you were vegan ...," I mumbled against her lips and she pulled back to look at me.
"What?"
"Well ... you just had a piece of meat in your mouth."
"You're an unbelievable asshole," Emily answered but somehow it sounded loving.
"Yeah?" I grinned and stroke her hair back. "Emily ..."
"Hm?"
"I'm in love with you."
Oh gosh.
Oh no.
Oh fuck.
Had I really said that?
"I mean ... I ... oh god ..." I knew it was too late.
Emily didn't say a word. She just caressed my cheek and smiled. Kinda sad. Then she kissed my lips gently. Just for a few seconds, without deepening it.
"Let's go back. And then I need to go home to change. I'm invited to a dinner party tonight."
She turned and left, unlocked the room and went out.
And I stared after her.
Had I just really said that? Was I insane? Had it been because of the thing she had done to me?
My heart was racing. I knew I had meant it ...

Later I was helping with preparing the dinner. I was nervous, knowing that I would soon done with both my wife and my ... my what? My affair? My lady-love, my lover? My beloved? Many words for Emily but just one word for Jaime.
My wife.
I felt bad, I felt really, really bad.
But then she was there and I didn't feel bad anymore. I don't know but when she was with me, I felt good. I felt complete.
She looked stunning, with her hair pinned back and in her purple dress. I looked at her and felt my body react immediately. I wanted her. I needed her ...
Exchanging promising looks during the dinner just wasn't enough for me, after dessert I would claim her mine.
"I'll show Emily around," I told my wife, as everyone gathered in the living room to wait for wine, and took my best friend's hand. I pulled her away, upstairs, into our store-room. "No one will look for us here," I whispered against her neck, before I took the big earrings out of her ears. I wanted to nibble and suck her earlobes, I wanted to make her cum so hard.
I took her with my fingers, sending her over the edge as she had done it with me today. Giving myself to her without pleasing myself, like she had given herself to me.
I kissed her skin, sucked her flesh, sucking hard enough to leave a blue lovebite.
I didn't care, she could cover it. I felt her tighten around my fingers, added another finger, drew circles on her clit.
She let her head fall back, cursed and suddenly my hand was flooded with her juices. She came quietly, just whispering my name. I leaned down and kissed her lips, before she grabbed my hand and locked it dry, tasting her own juices with closed eyes.
"You're so hot," I whispered, asking myself how I had deserved her. I was a bad human.
"Did you mean what you said today?" Emily whispered and looked at me. "You love me?"
"I love you very much," I mumbled, leaning my forehead against hers. "Never doubt that."
"Let's go downstairs," Emily mumbled. "And I need to cover that hickey... thank you for that, David."
I grinned.

No one noticed. We had just walked around the house. Emily had covered her hickey and I had gotten rid of the erection that had appeared while pleasuring her.
No one noticed, not even Jaime.

"It has to stop."
Those were the words with which she greeted me after the weekend at the set.
"Why?" I just asked, perplexed. I had just told her that I was in love with her and she wanted to stop?
"Because you are married," Emily answered. "And because she's a good woman. You shouldn't do that to her. And I shouldn't have helped you doing this to her."
I said nothing, so Emily just sighed.
"I know you said you're in love with me but David ... it's wrong. It was wrong all the time."
*I know. Believe me, I know.*
But I didn't tell her. I just turned around and walked away, running from the truth, running away from the guilt.

I thought it couldn't cone worse. I really thought that this was the worst thing that could happen - Emily leaving me. No - Emily ending the fling we had. We weren't together, she couldn't leave me. I was sad, I was heartbroken but at the same time I was glad that she had ended it. Now I could finally concentrate on Jaime's and my marriage.
But then it came even worse.