"H-help me get my dress, please…" She said as her still trembling hands reached for the zipper in the back.
"Emma, you really shoul-"
"No, Will, don't talk me out of this… Just help me get my dress."
Emma was obviously being quite out of character. An air of leadership and power was in her voice, and Will felt he dare not disobey. Also, Emma Pillsbury was demanding that he take her dress off… and well, you know the rest of that.
Each of them half naked, Will willed them to stand and go to his bedroom. She practically leaped on to him, her legs around his hips. She moved off his boxers with her feet, so that he was completely naked as they moved onto his bed.
For the first time in her life, thoughts of cleanliness, and organization were completely- excuse the pun- wiped clean from her mind. Her thoughts were only of Will and his body, and hers melting into his, her longing to be close to him…
And that feeling. Oh god, oh god, oh god that feeling. Gasping for breath, she pulled Will towards her. They fell back into the down filled mound of pillows and cool white sheets.
"Th-that was amazing…" She could barely moan before she was deep asleep on the bed of her beloved.
The next morning, Emma took a moment to remember where she was. She was in a white and beige schemed room, where light was beginning to let in the room and reflect off of what looked like newly cleaned carpet. Down filled pillows and comforters lay about her the sheets disoriented. The bed-made shape of another person lay next to her, but it was obvious they had already woken. Her clothes lay folded on the other side of the room, on a chair.
She was in Will Shuster's bedroom. She realized this just as Will himself walked into the room. He walked to the chair and grabbed the stack of folded clothes and walked over to her, speaking gently as he set them on the side table.
"Em… I am so, so sorry. I really-"
"No, no! Don't be! Maybe I was acting a bit… you know, different and I initiated it, so… Will, I had an amazing time last night. The last thing I want you to be is sorry!"
"You know, you're right. You wanted it, and I did too." Will was convincing himself. He had a tinge of guilt in his heart (but no regret.) It was probably the whole religious thing about how premarital sex was a sin and that he had just defiled a virgin, but then he reminded himself: His first time was with a crazy bitch in the back of a '78 Camaro. He and Emma's had been fun and romantic, and she did not regret a single thing that had happened the night before. He nodded again, "I washed your dress and underwear."
"Oh! Thank you, that's real sweet. Wait- do I smell pancakes?"
"Waffles."
"I love you," she said gratefully.
"I love you too." He cupped her cheek, leaning in for a gentle, brushing kiss. "Let's eat."
"W-wait. Is it alright if I shower first?"
"Of course," He led her to the bathroom, giving her the cleansing supplies needed from both his cabinet in her purse.
15 minutes later, the two shared waffles and strawberries silently, but their expressions said it all. Sweet and knowing smiles said a thousand words to each other.
"Hey, uh, Will? I'm so sorry for going all OCD on you now, at nine in the morning, but… could you take me home? I… I need to change."
"Of course. Let me grab my keys."
They arrived at Emma's house, and Will marveled a bit. The house was white and stone, English cottage style. The yard and garden was stunning and quite neatly kept. The lawn was completely manicured and there climbing roses on the porch wall.
"You're place is adorable," he said, opening the car door for the red head.
"Thanks. You should come in. Hang about for a spell."
"Sounds fun."
The cottage was pristine. Not a dust particle in sight, not a single trinket out of order. It was freakishly clean, but still felt homey and comfortable. It suited Emma.
Emma went to her bedroom to dress and Will looked around. It was decorated nicely; Emma had good taste. It was so… comfy looking. Walls were painted with light colors with Arts and Crafts furniture. Will could imagine Emma sitting in that kitchen, cooking or eating breakfast. He could imagine her cuddling up in the den with a Nicholas Sparks novel. He could imagine them there together, perhaps wrangling children or cuddling on the couch.
Emma walked out in a purple blouse tucked into black shorts with yellow high heels and a matching necklace.
"You look darling." He said with a smile.
"Thanks… So, what would you like to do today?"
"Hmm…" He considered. "We," he pulled her closer to him around the waist. "Should go to that park, over at Lowry. They have these beautiful walking trails."
Emma was apprehensive, but agreed and changed shoes.
If only they knew that Lowry Plaza was not the place to be that Thursday.
