Chapter Six Time!!! Ok, so the only reason I wrote that last chapter from will's perspective is because from chapter four on this fanfiction is basically a mashup of another fanfic and the first three original chapters. The one I chose to mash it with was in third person, and mostly from Will's eyes. So I kind of needed to have him seeing everything. I think I can salvage the feeling of that story from Emma's POV from now on, tho, so it's cool. :D Smooth sailing from here on out!
Love from maDameSaysWhAt
I donned light blue oven mitts and carefully took out the pizza; it smelled fantastic. Suddenly, worry began to cross my mind.
"You're not allergic to soy, are you? It tastes just the same as regular cheese, apparently, but if you can't eat it…" He waved a hand dismissively.
"I'm not allergic and I'm open to trying new foods." He smiled, sitting at my table as I procured salad-making ingredients.
"What kind of dressing would you like?" I tossed fresh lettuce and chopped peppers into a bowl, stirring the mixture with tongs. He rubbed his chin, something I found that he did when he was thinking (absolutely adorable).
"Blue cheese sounds good, if you have it." I did have it. And he made the same choice as me, which made me want to melt.
I carried my masterpiece in, setting it down with the salad. A bottle of blue cheese followed, and two diet Cokes. I sat next to him: we never got to be close while eating at school. I cracked my can open and Will followed suit, taking a slice and sinking his teeth into it.
"Holy crap, Em, this is amazing!" I smiled, blushing.
"It was my aunt's recipe. She's allergic to dairy, so she gave me all the best substitutes." I took a smaller, neater bite.
We ate in silence for awhile, but I think it was because we were both so ravenously hungry. I hadn't eaten since around ten, because the majority of my day was spent on Facebook, chatting with my sister about guy advice for tonight. She patiently answered all my fretful questions about clothes, makeup, perfume, and what to do if things got awkward. I had been on dates before, of course, but this was one that I actually cared about; one with a man I was very possibly in love with.
I very sneakily watched him eat. It was fascinating. Every bite was a bit larger than mine, but he still managed to keep the corners of his mouth clean. No dribbly sauce or messy crumbs to speak of from Will. Ken had disgusted me when he ate; the food got everywhere, and he didn't seem to care if bread soaked up the juice from something else. Even if it sat on his plate until last, cold and clammy, he would wolf down the soggy roll like it was the last thing he would eat.
Then I noticed that, while he ate with one hand, the other, closer to me, lay innocently on the seat between us. (They're eating at her breakfast nook, remember. Like a corner restaurant booth.) My heart thumped wildly as I considered taking the bold move of taking it.
Still munching on my pizza with my left hand, I crept over with my right… and carefully wrapped my fingers around his. He looked up at me, smiling and squeezing gently. I smiled back, face heated from the amount of excitement that had taken.
We continued eating and holding hands became a lot more comfortable. Natural, almost. I'm ambidextrous, so eating with my left hand didn't serve to be a problem. Soon, one slice turned into two, and two into three; by the crust of my third I couldn't bear to eat another bite. He looked the same. He set down his fork into his half-finished salad and surveyed our combined six crusts with an expression of satisfaction.
"Oh my god, Emma, that might have been the best pizza I've ever had." I giggled as he patted his belly in satisfaction.
"I think I'm going to have a food baby for the next week. Good luck dancing at Glee on Monday." He laughed, pulling me over closer to him. My slippery dress slid right over on the glossy wood. I placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
"This has been a really nice date, Will. I can't remember the last time I've been out with a man and it's been this pleasant." He smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Me neither, hon." He leaned in and pressed his lips to my jaw, slowly moving down to my neck. I closed my eyes and bowed my head away, savoring the delicate feeling. I felt hands ghost up my legs to settle on my hips, making me go limp.
As he began to thoroughly kiss my neck, all I could think was that I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to graze his glorious mouth over my entire body, not pausing; I wanted him to touch me and hug me close and to rub his bare skin against mine. I wanted to feel him fall off a cliff into a climax of bliss that I provided, then to follow him off the edge. Rubbing, touching, kissing, squeezing, sweet delicious pleasure.
I didn't care that it was our first date. I didn't care that our first kiss was only five days ago. I had been waiting long enough; nearly three years of watching him love someone else. Now that I had him here, in the perfect moment, I didn't just want him tonight. I needed him.
I nabbed his lips back as he moved up to my cheek, and he slanted his mouth across mine. Taking his hand, I slid it up the side of my body, stopping under my arm, where the zipper of my dress began. I let him feel the fabric part as I pulled it down, exposing my torso as the material slipped away.
He pulled his lips back about a centimeter from mine and the world stilled. Our breathing was the only think to penetrate the silence as he stared at me, looking in awe at my forwardness.
I lurched forward again, knowing that if I caught his lips again there would be no turning back. But, to my complete and utter shock, he backed away.
"Em, listen. I… I'd love to stay a little longer, but… I-I should get going." He scooted out of the booth, carrying the dishes to my sink. Rinsing quickly, he put them in my dishwasher, like he'd been doing it forever. I slowly stood, taking his hand.
"Will, I… I don't understand." He turned to me and sandwiched my hand between his palms.
"Emma. This date has been so wonderful. And I really, really like you. But…" He gestured to my tan strapless bra, "this is a little bit too fast." My mouth popped open to protest, and he put a finger over it. I frowned.
"Will, I'm totally fine… I don't think it really matters, I mean, we can still…" He smiled softly, zipping up my dress and kissing my forehead. It was a clear 'no'.
"Not tonight, Em. But, we're definitely still on for Monday?" I sighed, nodding.
"Yes." I felt defeated, and a little disappointed. He grinned, leading me to the door.
"Great. I'll call you." He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting my face.
The kiss he gave me was much more passionate than I expected, judging by what he had just refused. Just as soon as it had begun, he pulled away, hugging me briefly.
"I'll see you at school, kay?" I smiled, nodding. He opened the door and blew me a kiss, dashing out to his car in the pouring rain.
Whoah, even I didn't expect that. I don't know what happened to this chapter, I was going to just have them fuck adorably and end the story… but I'm going to be mean and have that come later :P Love to those who review.