A.N.: Sorry for the delay! Work has been crazy, hopefully I will continue to update as often as I normally do. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, and specially to Buffy Anne, my second pair of eyes :). Enjoy!
"Bricks"
Chapter XII
The hours preceding Rachel and Will's official first date were anything but dull. Even though they hadn't actually had the time to worry about her dads, after being in the clear with them, the couple felt relieved and had renewed, shared hopes about what they were becoming. Contrary to what Rachel had always believed, not every great love story had to be complicated; in fact, that was what was making their relationship so stellar, it simply worked. It was effortless, natural and undeniably true. She couldn't help but reason that what they had was unique because they were. Rachel was now convinced her and Will were living an urban fairytale that had started once upon a time in an airport, or maybe sooner; that, she couldn't decide, really. Falling in love hadn't occurred in one spare second. It had been an ongoing process that was accelerated by a chain of little meaningful events between two people that had always cared for the other in the purest of forms.
After they had a celebratory lunch and rejoiced about the Berry dads giving them their blessing, Will and Rachel were cuddling on his couch in silence, just listening to the other's breathing and getting lost in the their private thoughts. Rachel couldn't believe she and Will were doing so many things backwards, but she didn't mind as long as everything worked so smoothly. Secretly, she was eager to go on their official first date because she wanted to see how Will might surprise her. She was absolutely sure he would, once again, sweep her off her feet. She loved how he romanced her despite the fact they were already so close; so, in her mind, she was actually giving her boyfriend a chance to shine.
As she stared at Will's gorgeous features, the brunette sighed at the sight. He was much more exciting than anyone she had previously dated. He was so mature, so tender ... and was someone she knew she could learn things from. He had a lot to give and she could see all that potential. Rachel was convinced she was in part responsible for the birth of this new Will, HER Will. After all, it was because of her that Will Schuester, the do-gooder, had engaged in sexual activities against a door while his neighbor was listening. Because of her, he had agreed to change his regular work clothes and even his eating habits. He had auditioned more than he had originally planned. He was a much more relaxed person now than he was when he was her teacher, and most importantly, he was a sweetheart to her. She smiled at the memories and whispered "I love you" in his ear just because she could. Love between them was now uncensored and allowed, which was overwhelmingly thrilling and calming at the same time.
Rachel had always been prone to test and push those around her to death, but somehow, Will didn't need to prove a thing; he had passed many tests on his own. He had heard things that would have made anyone blush coming from Santana's mouth and hadn't ran away. He had the initiative to tell her dads he loved her after they had heard them being more than friendly. He had talked to her ex boyfriend and hadn't hesitated to state she was now his. He had protected her from Shelby in a way her own dads hadn't tried, and he had came clean about the nature of his relationship with her biological mother. In addition, he hadn't made a big deal out of her throwing a bag filled with clothes at him in the heat of their first fight, and yes, it was because of him that she now knew what having an orgasm feels like. Without trying, Will had demonstrated to her that he was up to the challenge she, Rachel Berry, was. The brunette closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh; the man next to her was the one permanent fixture in her mind. He wasn't a far off dream; they were a reality. Love can't be customized, and still it becomes perfect with the right person. Rachel was smiling, savoring the moment, as he stared at her like she was the most precious thing he had ever seen in his whole life.
Will adored these quiet moments with Rachel. Her whispered "I love you" in the spare of the moment and for no specific reason reflected that she wasn't taking him for granted and that he wasn't the only one in charge of the romance. Their relationship didn't feel like a job, instead, it was the oasis he had always been looking for. They were equally invested in "Sherry."
For the first time in his adult life, he felt he deserved more than what he had before, and she was living proof of that. Rachel made him feel worthy and cherished. He felt her sigh and smile into his chest and those simple actions made him feel strong. He was now the kind of man who could not only handle a girlfriend with a type A personality and enjoy it but also one who wasn't scared of the challenge that it represented. He had kept his distance from her while he was her teacher but now, boundaries were gone and she was making him feel he could take her breath away by doing nothing at all. Rachel gave him more confidence than she would ever begin to realize. He kissed the top of her head promising himself he would do whatever was necessary so they would both have the first date they deserved. Their day had started perfectly, that meant their night couldn't be anything but perfect too.
As he was mentally going over the details he had yet to take care of, Will couldn't stop thinking about the day before. Rachel had been very understanding about his make out session with Shelby when she could have tried to emotionally blackmail him like Terri definitely would have. His girlfriend had made it clear she wanted to live the present with him; she had acknowledged she needed him. Now, a day later, he realized no one had ever said they needed him except for the Glee club ... and judging by the way they had choosen "To Sir with Love" as their anthem to him, he suspected Rachel was the one behind that idea. He kissed the top of her head again and tightened his arms around her as a silent thank you. She smiled still with her eyes closed. Rachel loved their silent serenade.
He had changed, but so had she, Will thought, closing his eyes as well. Rachel had even told her parents they had no choice but to accept the idea of them being a couple, risking having an argument with them. She hadn't felt awkward when Finn, her high-school sweetheart and first love, learned about them. In both cases, judgment didn't touch her, which was an improvement for her. The old Rachel he knew would have made a huge deal out of the same situations or maybe this Rachel would as well if she felt their relationship wasn't solid enough to defend, but that wasn't the case.
She loved being with him and the world knowing about it. She was jealous about girls she didn't know. She brought some sort of liberation to his life that he couldn't define. Will had never felt that way yet he had never felt so himself as now. Will wanted to sing with her, to dance with her, to have every type of conversation, to visit places, to MAKE memories... he wanted her to laugh and to join her. He couldn't wait to see her succeed how he always knew she would, how she deserved, no more nor less. He was falling in love with her over and over again with each passing day. He wanted her to know that on their first date. They weren't just going through the motions hand in hand, being together was a choice, by far the best one he had made.
They didn't share a brain and they were still in silence, sharing warmth in a comfortable embrace, yet the notion of "the one" was alive in their minds and bodies. The sense of belonging beating strong in their hearts.
"Will?" Rachel said in a soft tone opening her eyes.
"Don't say it." He rubbed her arm up and down refusing to open his own eyes. "I don't want you to move." Rachel smiled widely, she found his territorial ways very sexy. In her mind, a man who wasn't afraid to state what he wanted was a confident one. Especially if said man wanted her.
"Nor do I but I should get going. You see, there is this someone I have to dress to impress for tonight..." Rachel said in a seductive tone causing him to open his eyes.
"Can't you just ditch him and stay with me for a little longer? I don't think he would mind... and I doubt you have to impress him, sweetheart." He kissed her nose.
"I still want to look beautiful for him. He's quite handsome, you know?" Rachel traced circular patterns on his chest.
"Sounds like you are in love." Will smiled.
"Yes, but don't let him know," she whispered. "Otherwise he has an edge on this date." Rachel winked.
"In that case, I can keep it a secret, but I am sure he is in love with you, lucky guy." Will's lips brushed hers; their silly little flirty games were always enjoyable for him.
"I know he is, that is why he's taking me out on this very special date, which again, leads to the original topic of conversation: I have to go." Rachel sighed. She loved their bubble and was a bit hesitant to burst it for a couple of hours.
"Who am I to stand in the way of love?" Will shrugged and reluctantly let her go. Rachel laughed and both sat up already missing the contact.
"I will see you in a few hours, boyfriend." Rachel kissed him quickly, she knew if she was to give him time to deepen the kiss she would never leave.
"I can't wait," Will said staring at her dumbly. He wanted every day to be like this one. She stood up and when he was starting to do the same, she placed a hand on his shoulder in order to stop him.
"Stay here. I can get myself out. I know you are a gentleman but I also suspect you will try to do something to prevent me from leaving." Rachel smiled as she saw him widening his eyes. "I knew it! Shame on you, Will." Rachel giggled. He was caught.
"You knowing me so well is starting to be a problem," Will joked.
"Of course." Rachel nodded stepping away from him. "Try not to miss me much," she said before taking her things.
"I'm trying already." Will watched her walk to the door.
"Good." Rachel smiled at him again. "Later, Will. I love you."
"Bye, Rach, text me once you are home so I know you are safe."
"Aw, you are so caring! I definitely will. Bye." And with that, Rachel hurried to her apartment.
She was momentarily out of the Sherry bubble but not quite. Her head was spinning and her heart was racing. For some reason, she felt the seduction ritual between her and Will was starting all over again and she loved how much excitement that caused her. Rachel adored having their date set on a mental countdown and the tick-tock was thrilling to her, not to mention missing Will made her feel warm inside. He was deep under her skin; she couldn't deny that. She felt a part of her had stayed with him and the thought he might be experiencing the same made her smile.
On the other hand, Rachel was starting to worry about neither of them getting callbacks from their auditions. They only had one more week to attend castings full time; after that, classes would change everything and even though she knew they would come with a foolproof plan to make things work, she wasn't at ease just yet. Too many emotions, good and bad, were overwhelming her when she made it to her apartment.
Will hadn't dated in a long time so he was slightly worried about meeting Rachel's high standards; however, he had a few tricks on his sleeve, and a beautiful city with a wide range of perfect scenery to help him. She hadn't asked for anything, which was surprising for someone who had always been thought of as high maintenance, and as a result, the idea that she might have been testing him crossed his mind.
Rachel had said she would dress to impress and Will had no doubt in his mind she would, not that that particular task was difficult anyway. However, he wanted to look impeccable for her too. He opened his closet and smiled.
"Vests," he said to himself before picking a few clothing items.
The former Glee coach had forgotten the last time he had put so much thought before choosing what to wear. It was as if Rachel had injected him with life and expectations. That came with a price, though; he couldn't fail. Getting ready would definitely be a challenge if he wanted everything to be perfect for her. As a result, he had to put his knowledge in theater productions to use. Sherry was the ensemble, so he had to try to match her outfit blindly. He tried on a few vests in neutral colors and all of them worked, but he couldn't decide which was the most appropriate one. That was when he started to freak out like a teenage boy: what would happen if he was overdressed and that made her look under-dressed? Or if the opposite happened? Should he try to look younger to camouflage their age difference? Should he just aim for a red carpet look and hope for the best? Or should he just call Rachel and ask for some advice? Would she guide him and be happy he asked? Or would she be disappointed that a grown up man couldn't decide what to wear on his own? Will definitely needed help. Knowing he had a 50% chance of regretting what he was about to do he sat on his bed, grabbed his cell and called the one person he thought he would never ask for assistance.
"Well, well, hello Schuester! I have been waiting for this day..." Santana greeted him smiling and walking away from Finn's bed.
"Hey," Will said shyly. "I'm sorry to bother you, Santana, but I need your help." Will stared at the pile of clothing on his bed.
"Sure you do, you are dating Rachel freaking Berry!" Santana laughed. "Is she driving you crazy already?"
"No, she's not but I'm taking her on our first date tonight and ... this will sound silly but I don't know what to wear, and since you know her so well I thought you might be my secret helper, what do you say?" Will resorted to his Glee-esque peppy ways to get through to her and avoid sounding as desperate as he felt.
"Hmmm, secret helper, huh? I love it!" Santana went inside Finn's bathroom and locked the door.
"Thanks in advance." Will felt relieved.
"It's no biggie, I love B. Plus, you are the only boyfriend of hers I have liked ... with her anyway." The Latina rolled her eyes thinking about the boy napping in the bedroom. "I'm assuming you have a vest in mind, right?"
"Yes, but I don't want to look older wearing one, so I'm feeling iffy about it." Will rubbed his forehead. Vests had never been so stressing.
"She clearly digs older, Schuester. I say a vest is a great idea." Santana sat on the floor, she liked being considered in this matter.
"Okay, but I have a couple of dozen of them. How do I narrow them down?"
"She will be thinking about getting you out of it all night, so you have to go with one that's easy to unbutton." Santana laughed, she was a practical girl. She was also enjoying the thought of her old teacher blushing at her comment.
"Ok, I have fewer options now." Will said as he was feeling his face becoming red; he was actually agreeing with her.
"Nice! Tell me their colors, please."
"Two are black, one is grey. I have a navy blue one and the remaining one is green." Will shook his head, he knew he sounded like a girl.
"Forget about the green one; you don't want to look like Peter Pan." Santana chuckled. "Do you know what pants you are going to wear? Easy access is key with them as well."
"Santana I appreciate your help but this is..." Will couldn't finish his sentence.
"Awkward? Oh yeah, and I love it, but you know what would be more awkward? Rachel sending you home to change. You know she would do that." Santana nodded to herself.
"Yes but ... can we not think about..." Once again Will had no clue how to say it; he was unwilling to talk about sex with his girlfriend's best friend.
"Sure we can, but you do want to get laid, don't you? Well, then you need to suck it up and listen to me," she said getting a bit annoyed.
"I just want to impress her," Will stated, sighing.
"Yes, and then you expect some action, or are you thinking about dropping her home and leaving just because you are sort of role-playing a first date? In that case I would be disappointed." Santana got serious.
"I just expect to make her happy." Will needed to be ambiguous even though he couldn't fool Santana.
"Fine. Then I suggest you pick black pants, a simple white shirt and the navy blue vest sounds good to me. Bring a black jacket too but take it off as soon as you sit to eat, B would love to help you put it on afterward." She sensed his nervousness.
"Great I hadn't thought about that. You think she'll like what you picked for me? Isn't it too much?" Will said setting aside the items Santana advised him to wear.
"Schuester, my girl is crazy about you, and you are already panty-dropper handsome; don't be so nervous!" She tried to reassure him.
"Well, thanks I guess, but what if she decides to wear something simple and I look like an idiot?"
"Knowing her, Rachel will dress as a prom queen for you, and she'll probably wear pink or red, if she feels bold enough, which would be an excellent sign for you, Red means she's totally doing you tonight." Santana laughed uncontrollably. "I hope she wears red."
"Should I bring her flowers?" Will tried to deflect as he smiled making a mental note about what his ex-student had pointed out.
"Hell no! If you do she would have to go back inside her apartment and put them in a vase. Forget about the flowers."
"Forgotten already. So that's it. Thanks a lot for helping me, Santana," Will said knowing he had to rush to get ready.
"My pleasure. But before you hang up, wear navy blue boxers if you have some. Rachel would love that, and the tie... hmmm, go with black, it can't fail."
"I'll keep that in mind. Seriously, thank you." Will said feeling confident about what they had picked.
"No problem, enjoy your night AND my best friend. Bye!" Santana hung up as Will got up from his bed and headed towards the bathroom.
"Babe, what are you doing in there?" Finn said knocking the bathroom's door.
"I was helping The Schuester get laid." She opened the door smiling like a lunatic.
"Gross." Finn made a face.
"I think it's fun; he's taking her out on their first date." She nodded.
"Ok..." Finn didn't know how to reply to that.
"That makes me think I should take you on one." Santana wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Awesome." Finn smiled.
"I love wearing the pants in this relationship," she said before kissing him.
Meanwhile in New York, Rachel was having a crisis of her own choosing what to wear. This was different than the first time. Now, she knew she was going on a date with Will, and even though they were already boyfriend and girlfriend, it still put a considerable amount of pressure on her. It was ridiculous; he had seen her naked already, she knew that, but she just wanted to look pretty and classy for him. She had been the student with a crush on her teacher before, so now she wanted to look mature and worthy of him without going for the trophy girlfriend approach.
She tried every single dress she had at least twice while secretly hating Will for a few seconds. If he had given her more notice about their date, she would have bought something perfect for the occasion. Reminding herself of what he had told her hours earlier, she breathed in and out a couple of times and decided on a simple, short red dress with black straps, that way she could use her high-heeled black shoes.
Rachel was finally ready and spraying some perfume on her hair when she heard the bell ring. She rushed to answer and the proceeded to walk the stars down carefully as her heart was beating fast in anticipation. She couldn't wait to see Will AND his reaction to her wardrobe. She opened the door and locked eyes with him instantly. Will wanted to say how beautiful she looked but her intense gaze made all his thoughts vanish. They stared into the other's eyes for a few seconds, as both their chests were rising and falling. It was as if time had stopped right on cue.
"Rach..." Will finally said catching his breath. "You look wonderful, sweetheart." He took her hand and spun her around slowly.
"So do you, boyfriend. You are swoon-worthy," Rachel said before kissing him tenderly on the lips and locking the door.
"Mission accomplished, then." Will placed his hand on her lower back and walked her towards a yellow cab. "Our ride awaits us." He opened the door for her and waited for Rachel to get in before following her inside the car.
"Where are we going? Is it far? Hmm, now I get why our date is so early..." Rachel said answering her own question.
"You will see." Will smiled. The driver started the car and they left her block without Will saying a word.
The restaurant where they were going to have dinner wasn't far from Rachel's apartment. In fact, it was in between her and Will's place. Distance wasn't the reason for the date starting early. Will had planned an hour and a half city tour for the both of them. He knew she wanted to do some sightseeing with him, and so far, they hadn't had the chance; so, he took it as an opportunity. For her part, Rachel was in complete awe. Not only she was mesmerized by the view, no one had ever taken her on a ride that charming.
They held hands the whole time and exchanged a few kisses, both attempting to hold back a little. Their date was just starting and they couldn't risk getting too physical just yet. It was difficult to keep their hands to themselves, though. Passion was running wild through their veins; however, Will and Rachel reminded themselves that this date was too important to cut short. What they had was puppy love and fatal attraction rolled into one, and they were going to enjoy it.
As expected, the evening was pleasant and romantic. Will had picked the perfect place with a wide range of vegan meal options and a glamorous ambiance. On top of that, there was live music and a ball room close to their booth. Rachel was convinced their urban fairytale was getting better by the second.
Like every time they were together, the couple discussed everything and anything, joked, laughed, exchanged tender but still appropriate caresses and even fed each other dessert. This was indeed a magical night for Sherry. Just when Rachel thought it couldn't get any better, Will decided to pull her closer to him and sing in her ear. If anyone asked her, she would say John Mayer's 'Your body is a wonderland' had never sounded better. Nor had it ever aroused her this much. His lips close to her ear, his hand resting on her thigh under hers, his voice playing a graceful tribute to the lyrics, his every action directed towards her ... Rachel had been serenaded before, but never like this.
Will had barely finished the song when she turned to him and crashed his lips with hers. There was an urgency to her kiss, a thousand and one 'I love yous' and a hundred 'thank yous' implied. A reciprocated devotion, a twenty star review to his intimate performance and a promise to never forget that moment. Rachel's attraction to Will had never been so strong and uncontrollable, and that was saying a lot. The kiss ended when air became pivotal.
"Will, I think we should go home." Rachel said out of breath in a hush tone. She knew how she sounded yet she couldn't bother to care, she needed to be as close as possible to him. She had an urge to do R rated things to her boyfriend, and that booth wasn't private enough.
"Dance with me first; we have never danced." Will whispered almost pleading.
"Aw, that would be so nice." She smiled, unable to deny him. Will stood up and held his hand out to help her. She took it and stood up as well. They neared the dance floor hand in hand, smiling. All their chemistry was going to be in motion.
"Let's show off a little," Will said placing his hand on her lower back.
"Absolutely!" Rachel replied, excited, wrapping one arm around his neck and placing her hand on his chest. Will covered her hand with, and they interlocked their fingers.
"This is perfect," he stated looking into her eyes as he tightened his grip on her lower back. Then they started to sway.
"I couldn't agree more." She sighed contently. "When did you plan all this, Will? We have been inseparable..."
"Remember when I was checking my emails this morning? I was actually making reservations online..." Will smiled proudly.
"Resourceful, I like it! This is a real good date, Will." She rested her head against his chest. "Thank you." she whispered softly.
"Don't thank me; I wanted to do something special for my girlfriend. I'm glad this is what you wanted." He looked down so their eyes would meet.
"I've been spoiled now. Seriously, you got points for originality with our private tour around the city, an A++ on the restaurant selection, five stars as a dance partner, and some bonus points for the song you sang to me." Rachel said with excitement.
"I knew you were going to grade me somehow." He laughed.
"Of course I would, and you excelled in all categories, not to mention you were on time and looking ravishing." The brunette nodded before placing a kiss on his jaw.
"So there aren't more departments where you expect me to stand out?" Will took her hand, and spun her around slowly.
"Well, you know the answer to that, don't you?" She said when they were face to face again.
"I do?"
"I think you know as well as I do that your anatomy proficiency is flawless." Rachel wrapped both arms around his neck.
"So is yours." He pulled her closer and leaned them down for a second.
"Well, what can I say? I have a good teacher. He's very focused and hands on." Rachel giggled.
"He's very focused until you say things like that and make his head spin..." Will's fingers dug into her waist.
"So am I, until he sings to my ear and makes my thoughts foggy... well, all thoughts except for one..." Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Rach, you can't say things like that in a place like this and when our bodies are this close, sweetheart. You are being cruel," he whispered smiling.
"You are one to talk, my beloved boyfriend. You have pulled out every stop to seduce me tonight. What were you expecting?" Rachel matched his smile as they kept dancing.
"For us to have an unforgettable first date."
"Well, you've succeeded. Now, I really want to make it even more memorable." Rachel stared into his eyes with more determination. "You have no idea how much I want you right now." She licked her lips, making his breath hitch.
"I can't wait to know exactly how much," Will said, as his pupils started to dilate and the song ended. "Let's go home. Before you start a fire by making me spontaneously combust."
"Before WE start a fire, boyfriend." Rachel smiled while they let go of one another and held hands again.
Will settled the bill quickly and they hailed a cab. The restaurant was only six blocks away from his apartment but they were determined to make it there as fast as possible. Yet the ride wasn't fast enough and they weren't strong enough to control themselves. As a result, Rachel sat on Will's lap and they made out like frenzied teenagers the entire time.
By the time they got to his apartment, Rachel was practically attacking Will. In spite of her small frame, she had him caged against the door as soon as it was closed.
"Rach, wait. I have one more thing planned for the night. There is something I want to show you ... Rach..." Will said in between kisses while she was unbuttoning his vest blindly.
"Can't it wait? I'm sure it's lovely but ... can't it wait? I can love it later. Now I want to just love you." She said kicking off her shoes and undoing his tie.
"I guess so, yes." Will gave in without a fight. He had to be a moron to try to stop her at the moment. Rachel kissed him once again before dragging him to his bedroom.
They were both naked in no time at all and he was inside her short afterward. There was no foreplay this time; the whole evening had been more than enough to set the mood. They belonged together and their bodies just fit. They shared a passion and a fascination towards one another that made their physical encounters mind blowing. Each time had been different for them; they knew the other's anatomy by heart by now, yet they had enough hunger and determination to keep exploring. Rachel couldn't get enough of Will and Will couldn't get enough of Rachel; it was as simple as that. When they were together, they were explosive. That was who they were, who they were together and how their love was.
As they were cuddling after three very hot and heavy rounds of sex, Rachel felt she was high on Will Schuester. Her mind was clear, her skin was overheated and she felt she was floating. On the other hand, Will looked drunk on Rachel Berry. He was smiling a crooked smile, his eyes were shining and he couldn't form a coherent sentence. They were addicted to one another, that was beyond doubt. Or their power.
They couldn't and wouldn't move. They were holding each other for dear life in comfortable silence until, as always, Rachel felt she had to ask something.
"Would our first date have been like this if we hadn't kissed that night? I mean, would you have asked me out if we hadn't kiss?" she said throwing her legs over his.
"To be completely honest? I have no idea, Rach," Will replied, covering them both with the sheets. Rachel widened her eyes causing him to reformulate his answer. "Sweetheart ,I wanted to kiss you since I walked you to your door the first time around but it ... we had just moved, but the way things turned out ... we rolled with the punches and I think we had a perfect first kiss. I don't think there was a chance we wouldn't have kissed that night, which means I don't know if we would have had an official first date at all."
"Good answer." She smiled. "But just play along. If you had asked me out what do you think we would have done?"
"I think I would have taken you to the theater and then to dinner. We were greener back then."
"So it would have been great just not as romantic as this ... interesting." Rachel giggled.
"Yes. I would have let you know I liked you but I wouldn't have rushed anything. I'm sure if we had danced together on our first date ... well, I think you know where that would have led." Will sighed. He was still pretty much out of breath.
"To bed, yes, which is exactly what happened after we kissed anyway, so how do you know?"
"If we hadn't danced or sang to one another, I don't know if we would have made love afterwards I would have tried to hold back, I think." Will replied honestly.
"But you would have kissed me, right?" Rachel said half stating that as a fact.
"Oh, yeah." Will took her hand and kissed it.
"And how do you know the kiss wouldn't have escalated to something else? How do you know the sexual tension could have been avoided for longer after theater, dinner and a kiss? If I'm being truthful I believe..."
"You are right. We were bound to sleep together anyways." Will finally admitted, laughing.
"That's what I think. We ... you find me irresistible and you wouldn't have been able to just stop at a kiss." She nodded.
"Me, huh? What about you?" Will smiled.
"I am assuming you would have played your cards right, which would have let me no option but want to be with you." Rachel shrugged in mock innocence.
"And what about your cards? What if I had stopped at a kiss even if I wanted more, just so you didn't get the wrong idea?" Will rubbed her forearm.
"In that case, I would have seduced you." Rachel kissed his chin.
"In that case ... right." Will let out a laugh.
"What?" She laughed as well.
"Nothing."
"You were implying something."
"Rach come on, we both know you would have done something regardless. You almost left that night after the waitress interrupted us." Will said pulling her closer.
"Yes because you chickened out!" She pouted.
"I was trying to be careful with your feelings and mine." Will sighed.
"I know," she whispered. "You always have."
"And I always will. You are too important to me." Will kissed the top of her head. "Never forget that."
"It's not like I can when you are so amazing to me all the time." Rachel kissed his shoulder. "You make me feel so much I think I have never been in love before, Will." She confessed.
"And you make me feel I have loved you forever." Will replied staring into her eyes, no one had ever declared their love for him so sweetly.
"That's probably true." Rachel laughed.
Will replied by kissing her soundly on the lips before their bodies surrendered to sleep. After all they knew, she was right; it was probably true, and even if it wasn't, it didn't really matter for how long they had loved one another, the only important thing was they did now. They were with the right person at the right place, at the right time.
