Author note:

I am so nervous about this chapter. I have re-written it at least 5 times. I know it's mushy, but hey, I love Fluff!

Please keep reviewing so I know that someone still wants to read what I am putting out here. Thanks!

*Bonus points to anyone who can get the title reference.*

CH 6 It's Friday, I'm in Love

Before it got too dark, Clay and Emma returned the boat to the marina. He wanted to make sure that they got it back in perfect condition. Clay finished up tying off the lines while Emma waited on the pier.

"That was amazing," she said when he joined her. They started to walk back to his truck.

"It was. I love spending time with you."

"So, what's the plan now?"

"Well, we could go to dinner, or grab something on the way home."

"What if we just go home and I can make dinner?" She hoped that didn't sound too boring and domestic. But, after his lengthy absence, she craved time with him.

"That sounds great. Do we need to stop at the store?"

"Not if you don't mind lasagna. I made up extra when I was cooking for dad and Mikey. It's in your freezer."

"Is there anything you can't do Em?" He hugged her and unlocked his truck.

Once they got home, it didn't take long to warm up the food and eat. They were soon snuggled up on the couch watching a movie. Clay heard Emma sigh and muted the TV.

"What's up Em?

"Nothing really. It's just this is so perfect. But Monday I'll be back to school and to my house and you'll be back on rotation."

"Emma, I know it's gonna be tough, but we can still find time together. I'll go to your place and you can come over here. We'll have weekends, if I'm not spun up. We'll make it work. I'm all in here Em." He stroked the back of his hand down her cheek. "I love you Emma."

With tears gathering in her eyes, she looked straight at Clay and answered, "I love you too, so much." He leaned in and their lips connected. Almost immediately he sought to deepen the kiss. She felt his tongue caressing hers, passionate and unhurried. Clay pulled her across his lap. He broke his lips away from hers and began to kiss down the column of her neck, paying special attention to the spot at the base near her shoulder that he knew drove her crazy. He grinned as she began to moan.

She pulled away and stood up. For a moment Clay was confused. Then she reached for his hands and began to walk backward toward the bedroom. He stopped her for a minute.

"Are you sure Em? We don't have to rush anything."

"I'm sure Clay." Her voice dropped low and sultry. "I want you."

"God…I want you too babe, I just don't want to go too fast and screw this up."

"You're not." She stepped forward and gave him a searing kiss. Once she stepped back, he could see a hunger in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. "I love you Clay. Please, make love to me."

He swept her up and walked the rest of the way to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She sat up and removed her sweater, revealing that tiny tank top again. He could already see her nipples straining against the fabric. He laid down over her, being sure to hold enough of his weight not to crush her. Emma's arms went around him immediately and he sucked at her lips and slipped his tongue over hers as she opened her mouth to him. He once again moved to suck and lick at her neck, down to her collar bone and the tops of her breasts. Emma was undulating her hips and could feel him against her core.

He pulled back a little and moved his hands down to the hem of her shirt and began to slide it up. She reached down and helped him pull it up and off. Now Clay focused his attentions on her breasts. As he took one in his mouth, Emma gasped and wove her fingers through his hair to pull him closer. Soon her hands were scrambling to his shoulders and began to pull at his shirt. She was desperate to touch him, to feel his skin on hers. Clay did a one-armed push-up and reached for the back of his tee to pull it over his head. That split second let him take a breath. Their pace was too frenzied. As much as he wanted Emma, he loved her even more. He wanted to slow down and savor each of her expressions and moans. He wanted their first time, her first time, to be perfect.

He rolled them to their sides and pulled Emma close nipping at her lips. He could feel her heart racing. Moving his hands to trace down her back, he continued to kiss her. Emma whimpered at the change in momentum. She was on fire.

"Clay?" she questioned. Was he changing his mind?

"Baby," he looked directly in her eyes. "I don't want to rush this. Let me love you Em." She bit her lip and nodded. She trusted him more than anyone. He placed open-mouthed kisses on her neck and again down to her breasts. But he didn't stop there. He kissed and licked a trail down to her navel. Emma was caressing him anywhere she could reach, his chest and abs, his back, his arms, all over his well-defined torso.

He kissed his way back up to her lips, learning the taste of her, learning what made her gasp and moan. He wanted to spend a lifetime memorizing her curves. Emma's hips still strained against him as he moved down to suckle her breasts once again. She arched her back and dug her blunt nails into his shoulders, marking him. He glanced up at her and tried to take a mental picture. Her hair was wild across the sheets, her eyes closed, and she was biting her lip trying to hold back her cries.

"Don't hold back babe, let me hear you." With that a string of nonsensical moans, gasps, and cries filled the room. Clay smirked. He was driving his girl wild. Those sexy noises were going straight to his groin. He'd been holding back for a while now he was aching. He slid back up her body and ground against her.

"Mmm, Clay." She pressed her lips to his neck and placed kisses across his jaw. His body was amazing, and she wanted to kiss and taste each muscle. She pulled him down to feel him on top of her. His solid weight pressing her into the mattress, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

"Clay, Clay," she began to pant. He rolled off her and reached to unbutton and unzip her jeans. He slid back off the bed and started to peel them off her. As they glided over her hips, he groaned. How could he have forgotten that she had no panties on? He eased them off her feet and tossed them on the floor. He was almost speechless. This was the first time he had seen her entirely naked, and she was exquisite.

"Emma, honey, you are perfect." She smiled up at him shyly.

He caressed his way back up to her hips. He kissed her knee, her thigh, her hip bone. He wanted to taste her, to put his mouth on her. But that would have to wait until another time. Taking her mouth again he slid his fingers across her thighs to her center. She opened her legs for him, and he massaged her clit. She bucked and buried her head in his shoulder. Clay then slipped two fingers into her core. She was warm and wet around him.

"Ahhh, ahh, Clay." She cried out as she tossed her head back. He could feel her hands on his waistband unbuttoning him. He kissed her deeply and then stood up to remove his pants. Emma half sat up. She wanted to see him. In one motion he slid his jeans and boxer briefs off. Emma sucked in a deep breath. His body was astounding. All of him was muscular and hard. He joined her back in bed and drew her close and their hands roamed over each other. Clay could feel the heat of her against him. He reached down to touch her. He wanted to make sure she was ready for him.

"Clay, please." He could feel her body vibrating for him. He reached over to the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom. He quickly rolled it on and moved over top of Emma. Clay kissed her and grabbed himself to align with her center. "Em, baby, are you sure?" She nodded her head and grabbed his ass to pull him into her. He slid forward slowly, trying not to hurt her. He would stop even now if she was in pain. Seeing no signs of distress on her face he moved until he was fully inside her. He filled her so completely and her body stretched to accommodate him.

"Oh God, Emma!" His eyes closed and he bit his lip.

"Clay, mmm, ahh…yes!" He moved a hand around to her thigh and drew her leg up and around him. He began to thrust slowly in and out of her. Emma's hips moved in tandem with him and her hands roamed over his back and shoulders. She felt so tight and hot around him. He leaned his head down and kissed her, stroking her tongue with his. She slid her other leg up around his waist and they moved together, giving and receiving each other.

The feeling of being inside her, feeling her all around him was incredible. It was more intense than anything he had ever experienced. He knew that it would be different with Emma. But he was unprepared for how overwhelming it would be. So far beyond just the physical. He was close, but he had to give her pleasure first. He hoisted himself up on one arm and reached between them and pressed against her swollen clit. She broke then. "Ahhhh! Clay!"

She was gorgeous, moaning his name and pulsing around him. It only took a few more thrusts until he followed her over the edge. She felt him harden and throb inside her, as he called out her name. Clay held still for a moment as he bent to kiss her. Still breathing heavy, he looked into her eyes. "I love you so much Emmie."

"Mmmm," she kissed him back. "I love you." She could feel him slid out of her. He rolled to the side and pulled her next to him. They laid there, Emma snug in his arms with her head on his chest, legs entwined. "

"Em?"

"Hmm?"

"How are you?" He had to make sure he hadn't hurt her.

"Mmmhmm. I'm wonderful." She smiled up at him and kissed his chest. Emma felt so cherished and safe.

Clay drew random patterns on her back with his fingers. He wanted to let her know what this meant to him, what she meant to him. He weighed his words carefully.

"This was my first time too honey." Emma raised her head quickly and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Clay don't tease. I know you've had sex before."

"Yeah, sex, but I've never…"

"Never what?"

I've never made love before, Em."

"Clay, I don't know what to say," she replied as tears slid down her face. He wiped them away and slanted his lips over hers.

"I love you Emma."

Clay tore himself away to clean up. When he returned to the bedroom Emma was under the covers, still naked. He slipped in next to her and pulled her close, relishing the feeling of her soft curves pressed against him.