A/N: Thank you so much for the requests everybody! I will be sure to write them! I was unsure if I should write this scene because I am sort of glad that it happened but I also wanted to go another way too and apparently so do you.
Also, I apologize if it is terrible. This is my first time writing something like this and still its not going to be graphic I do want to keep it at 'T' rating. But I have written more explicit version, if you are interested you can say so in your review and I'll PM you. So I really hope you enjoy it.
So without further adue,
What if: Emma didn't run out on Will during 'Like A Virgin'
Emma stood in front of the mirror in Will's apartment. Her hand was placed delicately over her heart which was beating much faster than she ever remembered. Her hair was all a mess on top of her head from trying to fix it so many times to make herself look more appealing to the man waiting for her inside his bedroom.
When she had arrived to his apartment at exactly seven thirty, it wasn't as awkward as she thought it was going to be. After all, the only reason she was over there was so she and Will could do "the nasty."
Emma still hated herself for actually calling it that. She could have chosen something a bit more romantic.
But Will welcomed her with a warm smile and kiss to the cheek as if it were a regular date. He'd taken her coat for her and she had slipped off her favorite golden shoes and placed the items in his hall closet.
Emma was beyond nervous and if Will had noticed, he didn't say anything. He casually chatted with her and asked her if she'd like anything to drink.
She politely declined. She was nervous enough as it was and prolonging the event would just make her feel worse. So instead she just asked him where his bathroom was.
Will looked a little surprised but then quickly directed her towards the bathroom. She thanked him quietly and headed towards the bathroom with a bag over her shoulder.
Once she entered the bathroom and closed the door, she just stood there for a minute. She could hear Will walking past the bathroom and towards his bedroom which only made the situation more real for her.
Emma let out a deep breathe and brought her bag over and set it down on top of the toilet seat. She looked around the average sized bathroom and found it to be remarkably clean. She also noticed it smelled intensely of cleaning product and she came to conclusion that Will had just cleaned the bathroom specifically for her. She smiled at the thought and went over to the mirror.
She didn't want to open it to see what was in the cabinet one because it was invasion of Will's privacy and she might just back out if she saw that any of Terri's things were still there.
Emma took another deep breathe and slowly started to undress herself. She felt extremely weird changing somewhere other than her own bathroom. So after she had folded all of her clothing, she quickly rummaged through her bag and threw on the purple nightgown she had bought specifically for this occasion.
That was when she started to play with her hair. No matter what she did to it, it didn't look right. She knew that she was stressing out over nothing because of what was going to happen very soon. After all, what her hair looked like wouldn't matter in the end.
She blushed heavily at the thought and her heart picked up its speed again.
Emma continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Was she seriously ready to do this? She had acted on an impulse earlier in the day. She felt offended when Sue cut off the intercom to her office and she wanted to do something about it. She wanted to prove to everybody else and more importantly, to herself that she was a strong, independent woman who didn't let her fears rule her life.
She wasn't sure she was actually going to go through with it until she saw Will in the hallway. He didn't notice her down the hallway, kept up in his own little world. But the moment she saw him it hit her. Electricity and Adrenaline raced through her veins and pushing her doubts aside, she called after him. He stopped on the stairwell and the smile he gave her only reaffirmed her thoughts that she could do this.
Now she wasn't so sure. Being in his bathroom in only a lavender nightgown while she knew he waited in the next room, made her nerves come back full force.
Emma's one hand, supporting herself by hanging onto the sink, started to shake violently, her nails clicking against the ceramic.
Her other hand quickly moved from her chest to cover her shaking hand. The shaking stopped and she glanced at herself in the mirror once again.
"You can do this Emma." She whispered to her reflection, her serious voice conflicting with her terrified expression.
Then, her wide eyes narrowed slightly and she nodded to herself, pushing all of her fears and doubts away.
She spun around and opened the door to the bathroom. She shut off the light, closed the door and walked towards Will's bedroom.
Her heart was still beating wildly and she had to concentrate to control her breathing as she approached the door. She slowly pushed it open and crept her way, shyly, in.
Her breath got caught in her chest when laid eyes on Will. He was lounging on his bed dressed in navy blue, his T-Shirt revealing his muscled arms and just enough of his chest. However, what really made her heart nearly stop was the look he gave her when she walked in.
Emma blushed under his intense gaze and she fingered the edges of the nightgown.
Will slid across the bed with ease, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. "Wow." He whispered and her face burned hotter.
"Look good?" She questioned nervously.
"Amazing." He answered still in a whisper. His eyes confirmed the state of awe he was in.
She smiled shyly and glanced down at the ground. Through the edges of her vision she could see Will extend his hands out towards her. She slowly lifted her head to look at him and stepped forward, slipping her hands into his.
Will continued to pull her forward until she was practically pulled onto his lap. Then he stood up slowly and their eyes remained glued to each others. Emma stepped even closer to him and she leaned her head closer to his.
Their lips were only inches apart when she paused and she could feel Will's nose lightly brushing against hers. She broke their gaze when her eyes fluttered closed for a second and she could feel Will's breath against her mouth.
Then with a burst of courage she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against his. A fire broke loose in her body as soon as her lips touched his and it only intensified when Will's hands found their way to her hips. She pressed herself further against his body and heard him moan quietly into her mouth.
Will gripped her tighter and quickly switched them around so her back was to the bed. Their lips broke contact for a few moments as Will pushed her gently onto the bed.
Her eyes fluttered back opened to look at him as her arms moved to rest above her head. She lost her breath again when Will didn't come back up to meet her lips but buried his face into the material on her stomach.
Her eyes closed again as Will slowly travelled upwards his nose gently grazing her skin through her nightgown. Her body started shaking as Will grazed the space in between her breasts. She felt his lips softly kiss the skin on her neck and could feel the heat of his body over her.
"Hey." He whispered to her and her eyes snapped open to meet his. The desire she had seen earlier in his eyes had faded into concern. "Are you alright?"
Emma swallowed hard as her breath caught up to her. "I-I'm fine." She whispered trying not only to convince Will but herself too.
"You're shaking Emma." He noted and a shudder ran through her body at the sound of his voice saying her name. "You know that we don't have to do anything that you don't want to do." He reassured her.
"I know." She whispered, nodding her head.
"I'll do anything that you want me to do Emma. I'll wait for you until you are ready, you know that." He went on.
She nodded again quietly, biting her lip. That meant a lot to her, knowing that he'd wait for her but that made up her mind for her. She knew she wanted Will and she certainly could feel how much he wanted her.
Still shaking, she brought her hand to rest on the side of his face. She caressed the soft skin there with her thumb and then met his eyes. "I'm ready Will." She assured him, nodding her head and letting a small smile cross her face. "I'm ready. I want this...I want you."
Will's eyes searched hers for a moment or two, trying to find that she was serious. Then when he was certain, he quickly brought his head down and enveloped her in the most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced.
Emma started to stir early the next morning. Still with her eyes closed she began to stretch out her body when she hit something, soft, warm and hairy. Her eyes fluttered open and she was met with a sight she had only dreamed about waking up to.
Will's perfectly sculpted upper body was jutting out from under the blanket while the rest of him hid under it.
She realized that what she had kicked was Will's leg of which were tangled in hers. She slowly turned her face upwards and saw that Will was still fast asleep.
Half his face was buried in the pillow but she could still see the contented smile on his face. She was instantly reminded of what had happened the night prior. Her eyes widened slightly and she looked down at her naked form. She blushed heavily and pulled the sheet up to her neck, even though she remembered in great detail that Will had seen it all last night.
Will let out a sigh in his sleep and his arm, still slung around her, tightened around her and pulled her closer. She blushed a deeper shade of red and lightly traced his jaw line with her fingertips.
Will let out a sleepy moan and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He seemed a little surprised to see her at first but then he broke out in a warm, happy, tired smile.
"Hey." He mumbled sleepily.
"Hi." She muttered shyly with a small smile.
He slid his fingers up her arm, causing her to shiver, and then pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You survived." He teased gently.
She smiled shyly and blushed. "Yes." She muttered.
He laughed and she could feel the vibrations in his chest. Then he let out a sigh and stared down at her adoringly. "Emma, last night was..."
"...amazing?" She finished for him, smiling.
He smiled and tapped her nose. "Precisely."
She giggled and cuddled into his chest, her hand lightly resting on his biceps. Will rested his chin on top of her head and gently ran his fingers down her back. "Thank you Emma." He whispered into her hair.
She furrowed her brow and lifted her head to look at him. "For what Will?"
"For letting me be your first time, for giving yourself to me." He explained.
She propped herself up on her elbow and stared into his eyes lovingly. "Will there is no one on this Earth who'd I rather be with. You are the only one who I would even consider giving myself to. I'll admit I wasn't really sure I was ready last night but now I realize that I was and I have no regrets. That was more wonderful that I ever could have imagined and I'm sure it was all because it was with you."
Will eyed her for a few moments and then he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his hand cupping her cheek.
She smiled into the kiss and returned the kiss with as much fervor as he put in. The kiss didn't last as long as she would have wanted but her disappointment was shortly lived as after Will rested his forehead against hers and she was more than content to remain like that with him forever.
Unfortunately for her, her fears of last night resurfaced. She still remained true to her word, she did not regret what she did with Will, she enjoyed every single minute of it and enjoyed just as much waking up next to him. But her mysophobia could not be hidden away for long.
It started to creep on her slowly. The sweat on her skin starting to bug her just a little bit, the sweat on Will's skin against her skin only adding to it slightly.
However, as she laid there in the silence with Will, it came crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. Her body tensed and she sprang up.
Will propped himself up, looking confused.
"Emma?" He questioned, seeing her sudden panic attack.
She calmed somewhat at his voice and turned to look at him, blushing deeply. "Um...I...feel...really gross." She gave him a hesitant look. "Would you mind if I took a shower?"
Will's face relaxed immediately and an understanding, warm smile spread across his face. "Of course not Em, be my guest."
"Thank you." She muttered and looked around for something to cover herself with. True, Will had seen all of her last night but she still felt incredibly uncomfortable walking around like that in front of him.
Will was quick to react and leaned over, taking the blanket off the bed just leaving the sheet to cover them. He quickly handed it over to Emma with a smile.
Emma smiled shyly, thanked him again and wrapped it around her naked form. She quickly made her way down to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Emma emerged from the bathroom and the smell of toast invaded her nostrils. Now fully clothed in a comfortable orange dress, Emma followed the smell to the kitchen.
She smiled upon seeing Will working over the counter. He was dressed in grey sweat pants and a white undershirt that showed off his arm and back muscles very nicely.
Will looked over his shoulder and beamed at seeing her there. "Well, hello."
"Hi." She greeted warmly, stepping into the kitchen. "It smells good."
He shrugged. "It's just toast but I figured you'd be hungry."
Emma shook her head, sending him a smile. "It's perfect Will."
She walked over to him and stood beside him. His eyes roamed her body and he smiled. "You look very lovely."
She blushed red and glanced down shyly. "Thank you."
His smiled widened and he kissed the side of her head. "So you hungry?"
Emma nodded, looking up at him. "Very."
"Great." He picked up the plates from the counter and shot her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I washed the plates while you were in the shower, they're all squeaky clean."
She beamed at him happily and honestly she hadn't even worried about the cleanliness of the plate. He winked at her and headed into the dining room to set the table.
As she watched him place each plate down, she knew that she could get very used to this.
A/N: Again, I hope you enjoyed this. If you are interested in the M-rated version of this chapter please let me know I'll be glad to send it to you.
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