She had never traveled to France before, and anticipation coursed through her veins. The past week had been one of leisure, and she was thankful to have someone who understood the foreign language by her side. As she stood awkwardly, reined in by every conversation but at a complete loss for words, she decided it would be beneficial to learn some of the basics. That's how she ended up in Berkeley Books of Paris, just across the street from her comfortable hotel in the Latin Quarter.

Her imagination went wild, surrounded by countless books far out of her reach. It smelled inviting, the worn binding of various novels very welcoming as well. She wondered why she hadn't visited this shop earlier. What she needed however, was a simple, French to English dictionary.

Outside, Will slowly eased off his deep red, vintage-styled, vespa scooter which the sunlight bounced off vividly. He smiled proudly to himself before peering into the window of the bookshop, without the faintest idea of the purpose and promise it held. All he wanted was a translation book and when he saw it on the far wall he took off his hat and walked towards the entrance. The chimes on the door rang out in a sharp array of sounds and the cashier greeted him. With a nod, he headed towards the shelf in long strides. Quickly, he reached for the book, his hand landing on top of someone else's.

"Je suis désolé."

His voice was warm and undaunted.

Her fingers slid delicately off the binding of the book and from beneath his, very slowly. She looked up at him then, confusion etched in her soft features as her lips slightly parted.

"Look, maybe you should take it." His voice was laced with a hint of amusement, realizing she had the faintest idea of what he had just said.

His face glistened with sweat, only brightened by his smile. He wore a thin white t shirt, covered by a brown leather jacket which hugged his muscles tightly. She flushed.

"Are you sure, I – "

"Yes." He looked down at the ground breaking eye contact, and shifted where he stood. She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever saw. Quickly, he held the book out to her. "Take it, please."

Taking the book from him, she bit her bottom lip. "Thank you…?"

"Will Schuester, and you?"

"Emma." She spoke again, this time more confident. "Emma Pillsbury."

His eyes twinkled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma."

Reaching a hand out, Will gazed at her expectantly. Slowly, she grabbed onto his hand and she felt it again – that foreign feeling of electricity running through her body at a breathtaking pace. After a few seconds, her mind began to catch up the touch and she replied quietly.

"You too. "

He released her hand, calm and bemused. They stood there for a few moments, drinking each other in. He decided that she was so different - so breathtaking. Suddenly, his expression changed to one of deep consideration causing Emma's gaze to move from Will's lips to his hazel eyes.

"Are you traveling alone?" The words flew out of his mouth quickly.

The sound of wind chimes from the entrance was the only distraction before she spoke up again.

"No." Emma answered quietly. "I'm here with my friend, Shannon - we're staying at the hotel across the street."

"Oh."

Was she crazy or did she hear a hint of disappointment in his response? Her thoughts were interrupted by his sudden change in demeanor, any possible melancholy quickly forgotten.

"I was just on my way to the Luxemburg Gardens." His excitement was not easily hidden, his hands gesturing through the air vividly. Emma's surprise was also visible, her mouth slightly agape; not as much by his admission but his strong volatility.

He offered an explanation. "I'm actually very fascinated by nature. Surprising, right?"

Will's lips curved into a wryly smile causing her to look down at the ground shyly, fidgeting in her Mary Jane's, embarrassed. Finally she regained her poise and responded sweetly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I hope you have a lovely time then."

"I fully intend to." He smiled warmly at her, his dark gaze burning right through her. She was infatuating. "It was nice meeting you, Emma. Hopefully, we cross paths again."

His words were full of promise, and she held onto her book tighter, trying to catch a grip. She couldn't deny how infectious he was. It was a little unsettling. Relaxing, Emma offered a small wave.

"Goodbye Will."

With a swift nod, he turned around gracefully and shook his head. Emma was beautiful, modest, and inviting. Will knew he was handsome - but he wasn't modest, he was closed and guarded, driven by a singular purpose that only served him in getting what he wanted. Pushing the door open to leave, he took one last look at her as she made small talk with the cashier and sighed heavily. He wanted to fuck Emma Pillsbury.

Placing both hands on his chest, she lowered him onto the bed very slowly. He looked up at her, his gaze filled with amusement and then smirked. Gently, she tugged on the end of his tie, letting the satin fabric glide from around his neck with ease. Biting her bottom lip, she reached for both of his hands, pinning them above his head together.

Emma hovered over him, slow and sensual, their gazes meeting with a fiery passion. He took a sharp intake of breath as she lowered onto his arousal, ready for relief.

"Relax," she commanded lowly before kissing him long and hard, causing him to groan deep from within.

Moving her lips down to place soft, feather like kisses down his jaw, she quickly began to undo the buttons on his white dress shirt with one hand. Will's hips jolted upward as he writhed beneath her impatiently. Within moments she was sucking and kissing his neck while and Will freed his hands from her hold so they could travel up and down her sides.

"You still have your shirt on." He growled in frustration before quickly sliding it over her head.

In one swift move, he flipped them over so that he could hover above her. Moonlight seeped through the curtains, showing Emma's fiery hair sprawled over the pillow beneath her head. Gently, he tucked a strand behind her ear before bringing his face to her neck with a new found intensity. She gasped beneath his touch and rid him of his shirt which hung off his shoulders loosely.

Leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down her freckled chest his hands moved feverishly to rid her bra before cupping her breasts, teasing them. Will relished in her sounds of pleasure, his blood rushing south once more as her nails dug into his skin, down his torso to the button of his jeans.

The rest of their clothing was quickly disposed of, and the tension between them electrifying each second as his erection found her core. Hungrily, his lips met hers as his tongue made its way through, exploring, tasting. They moaned into each other's mouths, his hands gripping her waist firmly. Emma's eyes shut closed as he slowly eased into her, loosing himself in the process.

"Shit!" Will shot up from his sleep, breathing erratically. Sliding to the edge of the bed, he gripped to the sheets tightly; sweat trickling down the sides of his face. He looked down at his bulge and swallowed whatever ever was lodged in his throat. Will wasn't normally this hot and bothered after a dream. It was disarming and he felt – vulnerable.

Glancing at his clock, it only just five in the morning. Frustrated, he headed towards the bathroom and held his breath – Will was going to relieve this situation as quickly as possible.