A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've been very distracted as of late but here's a good one!
Chapter Five
With only two days left in Paris, Will thought it would be a good idea to go out to dinner. Both Emma and Shannon agreed without hesitation, so there they were at lovely restaurant, playing everything safe. Will excused himself for a moment to use the restroom, much to Emma's dismay. She hadn't missed the questioning glances from her friend.
"I'm actually surprised." Shannon exclaimed before biting into her baked chicken.
Emma eyed her with confusion. "I'm not following."
"He really got whipped into shape," she explained. "How'd you do it?"
She almost forgot about the Will she met in the bookstore, or the one who tried to woo her in the cafe. For some strange reason, she had been completely smitten by that. But the guy she spent almost every moment with for the past six weeks was so much more special.
"I didn't have to do that much, honestly."
Emma made sure to keep out the part about her denying his overwhelming sexual advances in the beginning. "He changed on his own."
Shannon grinned. "Are you in love with Will?"
Caught off guard by her question, Emma almost tipped her glass over. Of course he made her stomach fill with butterflies and it felt like her heart was about to flutter away with them every time she saw Will, but did she love him?
"I don't know, maybe... he's really great and everything, but he probably doesn't feel the same way."
She watched Shannon slam her utensils on the table before ducking her head from in embarrassment. Emma was very confused.
"C'mon, he's crazy about you!"
Oh.
"And he'd like to have this dance." Approaching the table with a passive expression, Will extended his hand. "Care to join me, Em?"
He didn't deny it.
Emma shook her head, still in a daze. "Always."
They walked hand in hand to the small dance floor, easily getting the feel of the slow music. Will placed one hand on the small of her back before placing the other on his chest along with hers. They began to move effortlessly, his Broadway abilities showing.
"Is everything, okay?" Will placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head to look at him. "You haven't smiled all evening."
She frowned slightly, and it actually scared him.
Emma was honest. "I'm alright. I guess I've been thinking a lot lately."
All her thoughts were about them and everything that would follow. The last thing she wanted was to look back and feel like they didn't make the most of it; and most recently, how much he really cared about her.
"Oh." He was sorta relived. "Well if it means anything, I like it when you smile."
Whenever she smiled, Will knew he was doing something right. And he didn't want to fail. Slowly breaking the tension, he laughed.
"I have to admit that I've been selfish."
She half grinned, genuinely interested. "And why is that?"
"All evening I wished I had you all to myself, but then I remember that we'll be with each other all tomorrow night."
He looked away as if embarrassed for some reason and smiled. Emma thought that he had never told someone anything like that. It was another way of saying he needed them, and until now he didn't seem to need anyone.
He spun them around. "We can do whatever you want to do."
Emma rested her head on his shoulder in deep thought. They had one more night. There had to be something to make it special. Looking at him again, she smiled tentatively.
"I think I want to stay in. Forget that we're in Paris and on a time frame – just be together."
Will shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. She always wanted to do something or go anywhere and he could never keep up, but tomorrow night would be different. He wished he knew why.
"I think that's a great idea."
x
The next night, Emma arrived at his hotel room with an overnight bag and a nervous grin. He kissed her cheek like he always did because it was natural. They sat on his bed comfortably, his arm around her shoulders and her head on his chest, holding him tight. The television played in the background and when the French programs became painfully un-enjoyable, they resumed with their usual activities.
He held her closely, wrapping one arm around her middle and putting all his weight on the other. Her kisses were the most passionate they had ever been and began to trail lower along with her hands which he didn't notice at first.
"What are you doing?" His breathing accelerated slightly as her fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans.
Never skipping a beat, Emma replied. "Isn't it obvious?"
Will made no move to stop her as she guided his zipper downwards, surprised by her eagerness and all the more turned on. He was sure that anticipation overshadowed any other feeling he had at that moment. It was new and he liked it.
He grabbed her hands gently and she looked at him with confusion etched on her delicate features.
"Take off my shirt." Will commanded lowly. "First."
Guiding her hands to the hem of his t shirt, he began to place kisses along her neck.
"You like to take things slowly..." Another kiss. "Don't you?"
Emma had trouble speaking so she offered some kind of foreign noise in response. Yes, slowly. Taking her time, she began to slide his shirt up his torso, feeling the contours of his abs against the back of her hands. What else was he hiding underneath his clothing?
Tossing the shirt aside, Will began to move against her smoothly, even against denim. She felt his excitement but remained oblivious, allowing her hands to explore his torso. Smiling against his lips as they found each other again, Emma squirmed beneath him impatiently.
"Will, maybe we could - "
He whispered into her ear coolly, "Shh..."
Emma silenced immediately and he knew that the only reason for that involved his fingers on the top button of her blouse and his breath hot against her skin. Her uneven breathing made Will want to lose control, but then he wouldn't truly be able to grasp this moment.
Quicker than intended, the last button had been undone, revealing a lacy blue bra and soft pale skin. Her entire body flushed as she watched him discover her, and she couldn't have felt more special.
Oddly, he wished the light was on so he could see better so instead he felt. His lips curled into a smile involuntarily as his hands skipped under the satin material to cup her breasts. Through long eyelashes he looked up at her in awe.
"You're so prefect."
Her eyes widened gradually, not only at his affirmation but the way he said it. Not too long after, he had removed her bra and teased her seldomly with his mouth, sucking and nipping gently. She moaned in pleasure and fisted his hair in her hands, causing him to grunt against her skin which was now hot and wet under his ministrations.
As his mouth left a trail of wet kissed down her abdomen, Emma moved her hands up and down his sculpted back, keeping close as if there were any chance he'd distance himself. When she began to writhe beneath him, he rocked his hips against hers like a sexually frustrated teenager.
Soon after, he felt her hands begin to find their way under the waistband of his jeans and she reached for his backside Will realized just how tight his pants were.
"Hold on."
Emma have him a knowing look as he slid off of her reluctantly, and walked over to his dresser causally. Quickly dropping his jeans, they pooled around his feet, removing an incredible weight. After rummaging through his drawer, he walked back over, trying not to gawk at the woman who was half naked before him - she was already blushing like crazy.
She saved him trouble and removed her own pants, getting under the covers with a strange feeling of loneliness. She really needed him there. Will slid under the blankets and kissed her deeply, eliciting a moan from deep within. Discreetly, her hands gripped onto the band of his boxers, pulling them down impatiently. He chuckled before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the condom from where he placed it.
He wasted no time siding it on, and Emma pulled him on top of her by the nape of his neck. As they kissed he felt the dampness of her panties and wondered just how long she had been ready. Carefully he slid them down, gliding them over her creamy thighs.
"This is what you wanted?"
He stroked the side of her face softly and she nodded with a smile.
"And more."
Emma noticed his eyes light up in an unfamiliar way before darkening with need. She gasped as he eased into her slowly. He was still for a moment to let the feeling sink in between them both silent and whole.
Either she had really driven him insane or Emma had already started to move to on her own, but Will knew he didn't have to wait any longer. He shifted a few times before starting to pick up a steady rhythm inside her which she followed effortlessly.
Will's name fell from her lips repeatedly and he was sure this was what heaven sounded like. She began to dig her nails into his back and he nuzzled his face between her breasts with a grunt. Unable to restrain any longer, he picked up his pace causing a litany of gasps to fill the room like some spirit that couldn't be tamed. Emma held onto his arms which flexed beneath her touch, and left hot kisses among his jaw.
"I can't hold out much longer."
His breathless plea made her ache for more, never realizing the effect they had on each other till now. Will thrusted once and she screamed out his name. Again and again he moved inside her, followed by one last command.
"Emma, let go."
Finally she fell apart around him with a strangled cry. Burying his face on her hair, Will poured himself into her finding the relief had been waiting for and it was so much more than he could ever have dreamed of. Collapsing on top of her, he rolled onto his side, pulling her close.
Emma placed her hand on his chest and caught her breath, completely and overwhelmingly finished. They shared words of adoration as he stroked her hair subconsciously, thankful that they waited – thankful that he could actually feel something.
"I'm so glad you're here." Emma smiled against his chest contently, entranced by the steady rhythm of his heart which was all for her.
He looked down at her with soft eyes, wondering if she knew all along that they'd be here, touching each other deeper than what should have been possible. Things would never be as good as this, so held her as she fell asleep in his arms, holding onto a feeling that could last.
