Hey my loves here's the next one! Sorry if it sucks, I could only take it so far. Hopefully y'all like it! Reviews keep 'em coming. Ps. Happy Birthday Kristyn my dear :)

Will shuttered at the sound of the lustful tone that had taken over her voice. He stood there still holding her close his eyes firmly fixed to hers. Part of him was unable to even comprehend what she had asked of him, partly because of the way she had said it. He was growing nervous for some reason, his heart beat beginning to race, making it seem as though it would spring from his chest at any given second.

"Take me home" she breathed again against the shell of his ear.

He shuttered a little again. Only this time, he fully understood her request. Within a split second, he lifted Emma into his arms carrying her back to the car. They got in quickly fastening their seatbelts, as they drove off, Will could feel her fingers dancing up and down along his thigh. Dear god he was going to lose it.

"Emma" he sighed, his breathing growing shallow.

She could only smile coyly at the kind of effect that she seemed to be having on him. She only hoped that they would get to the house faster, it seemed like it was over a hundred miles away. It seemed like they couldn't get there fast enough. She felt the speed of the car change as Will stepped on the gas petal slightly.

They both sprung from the car as they parked in the driveway. Emma locked her fingers with his as they ran to the front door. Emma quickly pulled him up the stairs and into her bedroom. The door shut with a click of the lock.

Will pushed her up against the wall in a fraction of second, his lips firmly attached to hers. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers lingering at the nape of his neck. Sparks flew through his body at the simple yet electrifying touch. The effect she had on him couldn't be described; she was the only one that could make him feel like this.

He ran his hand up her jean clad thigh; this was another thing he loved, another thing that drove him absolutely crazy. Emma in jeans, and he just happened to be one of the very lucky few that ever got to see her in them.

Her body grew limp under his simple touch, practically falling into him. She whimpered as she felt him pull away. She looked up at him, getting lost deep into his hazel eyes. She bit her lip, giving him a small coy smile. Everything that had happened in the last hour was finally beginning to sink in.

"We're engaged." She said softly in a somewhat stunned tone.

"Yeah we are." Will replied in the same soft tone, pressing his forehead to Emma's.

"We're getting married." She stated quietly as a matter-of-fact.

"Yeah" Will whispered, his lips grazing hers.

Not able to contain herself for a single moment longer, she pressed her lips to Will's throwing herself against him. She wanted him, she needed him, and this just wasn't enough at all.

She let out a loud gasp as Will tore his lips away from hers, and moved to her neck.

He began pressing hot butterfly kisses to her skin, grinning as he listened to reaction. He grazed his teeth against her collarbone, her felt her shiver, this is exactly what he had been hoping for. He smiled devilishly as his lips lingered against her warm skin.

Emma however, was not impressed and losing her patience very quickly. She swiftly wrapped both of her legs around his waist, letting out a deep sigh into his ear. He stumbled a little, that sound was going to drive beyond crazy.

He slowly walked backwards to the mattress, placing her gently below him. He froze and looked at her; he could see her big beautiful brown eyes were dark and overflowing with intense lust. He watched her carefully, as he slowly pushed the material of her shirt up and began drawing long, smooth and intricate patterns over her flat stomach with the pads of his fingers.

Her whole body tingled, feeling as though it had suddenly been lit a flame. She didn't know just how much longer she could do this, be under control, it just wasn't enough, she needed more. She was losing it, and fast.

"Will…" she moaned her eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling.

"What about your parents?" he asked, as he bent down to whisper against the shell of her ear.

"I don't care." She breathed running her hands along the firm muscles of his chest.

At that moment, that was all the conformation he needed, and there the new wife and husband to be became one in the shadow of the bright and glowing moonlight.

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Emma awoke the next morning, the sun shining down on her face, her limbs tangled together with Will's. She smiled warmly seeing the sight of his beautiful sleeping form. She sat up and untangled his limp arms from around her body. She then stood up and threw his discarded t-shirt on before heading downstairs.

As she quietly made her way down, stopping at each step before continuing, she could smell something. The smell was just all too familiar to her; it was the smell of cigarette smoke thickly fogging up the kitchen. That could only mean one thing, her mother was up and awake.

As she reached the end of the staircase, she tried her best to duck and hide behind the kitchen archway, praying that her mother wouldn't see her.

"Nice try kiddo, but you gotta do the walk of shame just like everyone else." Helen called teasingly.