I jumped in Will's arms when the play was over. For once, I didn't care how crazy I looked, or what anybody else thought and I kissed him, hard. He kissed me back, pushing me gently against the wall next to him before his face covered with blush and he put me down. He smiled at me adoringly and I knew exactly what would happen that night. He took my hand and grabbed a few things off his table in the other, and without another word to the cast and crew, walked out with me on his arm.

"Where are the kids?" I wrapped the warm coat around my waist and looked at my husband, so damn handsome. Especially on that stage tonight, he had such passion for his art and it warmed my heart. I remembered why I fell for him in the first place. He had such devotion to the Glee Club and he never let Figgins or Sue, or even Terri, deprecate his hunger to bring the popularity of the club back. And now, that devotion was split, but not stretched, between me, our children and being an actor on Broadway.

"Evan and Victoria are taking care of them for the night. They wanted to 'practice' and I wanted us to have a night alone." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I leaned into the affectionate gesture. He was so warm, and strangely, I didn't want to go home. I knew I didn't have to dread planning a romantic dinner for us to have it be ruined by the kids, but it felt good to spend time with him again. We were so busy taking care of the babies that we never had any time just for us. We actually haven't really talked since they were born, five months ago. Maybe a 'Pass the bottle.' or, 'We need more diapers.' and if I was lucky he would take a picture of me playing with the kids and make me feel beautiful for a few seconds until Anthony would puke on the towel on my shirt and Will would have to put the camera down to burp him.

Will was really good with Anthony. He just, connected. I don't think it's the Father/Son relationship that makes Will so good with him either. Anthony is a really fussy baby, and I can never calm him down. It used to depress me because this creature came from my body and I, his mother, couldn't calm him.

I peered up at him and purred softly in his ear, "Hmmm, a night alone. That sounds...romantic." Usually he shivers when I whisper in his ear and either he had too much wine to calm his nerves and was already a little buzzed, or I wasn't being smutty enough. I shrugged it off because it was my name that came from his mouth at his climax.

I stopped him from slamming my back into the tv that sat innocently on the coffee table against the wall, and convinced him to at least make it to the stairs before he couldn't hold out any longer.

While we were walking home, the doctor called and told us we could be sexually active again. When I told Will he almost took me against a fake tree. I told him if my back was going to hurt, I would rather it be from his nails than the fake bark of a tree. So now we were halfway up the stairs of our baby-less house about to make reckless love like it was our first time again. In a way, it was.

"Do you know how many dreams I've had about this?" Will whispered from his place on my neck, and his voice sent vibrations through my body since he refused to pick his lips up from the place that was sure to have a hickey in the morning.

"As many as me?" I rarely told him the things I thought about him, for a very good reason. Whenever I did tell him, I got the loudest moan and the largest confession from him, and that was something I would step across hot coals for.

He chuckled lowly against my skin again, and I hastily thrust my hips into his because he sent shivers down my back. "No, no I don't think so. I think about you all the time." I roughly pulled his head up by the curls at the nape of his neck, tightened my legs hold on his hips and kissed him deeply.

We kissed until my legs were weak and I gave out, sliding to the floor beneath him. I cupped him through the cotton of his John Procter clothes and motioned for him to wrap his legs around me. My hand rested on his rapidly beating heart as my forehead rested on his shoulder. My breathing was erratic and I tried to catch it while his hands rubbed my back.

"You make a really sexy colonist." I picked my head up and played with the tufts of hair that peeked out of his very low cut v-neck. "And you were amazingly sexy on that stage."

"Yeah?" He leaned in so our foreheads touched. His voice was lowered to that place he saved for me when he spoke. "I wonder what I did, so I can do it again now."

"Will..." I quietly whined, because he was always putting himself down. "You're always sexy." My hands cupped his face and I brought his eyes to meet mine. "You're perfect, all the time. When will you realize that?" I didn't give him time to answer, because I knew just what he would say. I kissed him sweetly and reassuringly, making sure my kiss was equivalent to my words.

He gently slid his tongue through and moved it slowly around. His hands roamed my stomach, flat again. I was blessed with no extra weight from the kids but I worked out with Will now because I was afraid I would gain weight otherwise. I think he liked watching me more than someone would think. Watching me move around in tight clothes, sweating and breathing shallow, I knew it turned him on, it reminded him of when we would make love.

"Emma," His hands reached under my shirt to my bare breast and he pulled away, groaning.

I smirked at him. "Anthony needed to be fed before we left." I squeaked and held to him tightly when he suddenly picked me up by the cheeks of my ass and carried us the remaining distance to our bedroom.

"You're so damn sexy." He said as he was turning the silver knob of the door. "Such a minx." He started to suck on my collar bone and all my resolve was lost. I looked around the room as much as I could, spotting rose petals thrown on the floor and candles lighting a dim path to our bed.

I tried to speak, but his lips on my skin made me moan and whimper instead of form a coherent phrase. He lay me down and I grabbed the fabric of his shirt, gratefully pulled him down to the bed and straddled him before he knew what happened. "You planned this?" I sucked on his Adam's apple to get the truth out of him quicker.

"Mmmh..." I had the same effect on his as he did on me. I rolled my hips into his. "God, you're so good." I held the back of his neck as I moved down to his chest. I knew Evan and the company wouldn't be very happy if we tore the outfit, even if it was in a fit of passion. I teased him with my nails against his sensitive chest, slowly removing his shirt.

He sucked in a breath when my hands reached the waistband of his pants. I kissed both of his thighs, making sure he could feel my hair against his throbbing erection. I removed his pants and boxers quickly, and placed my hands on his chest. He appeared to be committing my look to memory when I climbed off him.

He began to sit up and I pushed him down again. "Nuh-uh, you lay down." Coyly I looked down at the top button of my blouse. Glancing at him again, I undid all the buttons keeping skin from skin and tossed my blouse behind me. I turned around and shimmed off my skirt, letting him gawk at my ass shaking in front of him. With my skirt came my panties both which I threw to join the blouse.

He got up and walked around me. His hands held my hips and he pushed me on the bed forcefully. I giggled. He looked at me lustfully and pushed inside me, and all my giggles were replaced with a loud moan of his name.

"I've missed you so much."

"I know." He looked at me, baffled. "You dream about it, I hear you." I rolled my hips with his and he groaned into my shoulder. "I know why you take an hour in the bathroom." He picked his head up and looked in my eyes. He knew he wouldn't have to do that anymore.

We kissed deeply and slow as his hips were lazy with mine. We explored each other again, and for a moment I thought he forget where to press to make me scream. He was so content that I flipped him over with ease. Once I got comfortable above him I squeezed him intentionally and he hit my thigh hard. I collapsed on him and he picked my head up to kiss him forcefully. His tongue moved feverishly with mine and his pace increased dramtically until I stopped him with my hands on his hips. He completly stopped and looked at me questionably. I shook my head and dove to his neck. I didn't wait for him to join the slow pace at which my hips moved, but I didn't have to wait long nonetheless.

"How did you feel when I was pregnant?" I shyly hid my head in the crook of his neck.

"Like I was the luckiest man alive." His hands roamed across my back comfortingly. "I feel like that every time you look at me." I followed his cryptic instructions and watched him from my place in his neck and moved down to place kisses across his chest. My lips were over his heart when he said the three words I'll always treasure from his mouth. "I love you." I could feel him watching me, waiting for me to do something drastic so he could have a good reason to let go. "Possibly more after the past year we've had together."

I took his shoulder and rolled onto my back and pulled him atop me. I hitched both my legs around his waist and thrust my hips quickly. His release in my core spurred my own and he flipped us over again.

It was my chuckle that made him glance at me. His face glistened with sweat and bliss. "What's so funny?" He played with my hair and hoped for the best.

"If we keep flipping over we'll roll off the bed." My hand reached up to move my hair from my eyes, but he noticed before I did. "I was reading one of your scripts the other day when I was waiting for Anthony to go down and I thought it would be really hilarious if they fell off the bed." My eyes re-opened from picturing myself in that moment and I saw his eyes, so filled with love and passion. "You know in the, uh" I cleared my throat and all humor in my voice was lost. "In the love scene."

He copied my words and we ended saying the sentence together. I was suprised, because we never were that coupe that finished each others sentences, but he blew it off and continued, with that same spark in his eye. "You know, that's not such a bad idea. I'm going to call Evan and tell him."

He slid out from under me and I whinned childishly. "Now? It's," I glanced at the clock on the nightstand next to the phone, but Will was already picking it up. "Eleven thirthy. Will," I took the phone from his hand and looked at him pleadingly. "They've probably just got Anthony down and are preparing for bed. Can't you tell him tomorrow?"

I put the phone back and lay Will down on his side, snuggling up to him. "They let us have this night of peace and wonderful romance," I nudged his side with my shoulder. "Let them have a nights rest."

When I finished my argument, Will was almost sound asleep above me. I placed a kiss to his cheek and neck. One thing I really love about Will is that not matter how sleepy he is, he always pulls me closer to him and mumbles some slightly choerent thought back to me.

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