Disclaimer: See chapter 1
A/N: I've never written humour before so please bear with me, I hope this turns out okay!
Lost, Humour, 1st person (Emma)
I have never considered Will a "man's man" kind of guy. I mean come on, he sings, he dances, he cries; he's not really a manly man but I love that about him. I'm beginning to see him as a bit more of a typical guy today though, because we have been driving around what I think is Kentucky for an hour and a half and I'm pretty sure the GPS is leading us in circles. We are so lost.
"Maybe we should stop," I say as we pass a Shell station. I'm positive we've passed it once already forty minutes ago; I remember the burnt out "S" that made it "Hell" gasoline.
"No it's fine Em, I know where we're going," Will tells me and I stifle a sigh as I try and find a more comfortable position. This was supposed to be a romantic weekend away, with dinner, a walk through the arboretum and a couple nights in a cute little bed and breakfast. I glance at the time to see we have missed our dinner reservations by an hour, there is no way they'll take us now, and the sun is setting which means the arboretum will be closed long before we ever find it.
"Look Will," I begin.
"Damn it!" Will curses, startling me. I look over at him, my eyes widening in surprise, waiting for him to continue. "This is our first weekend away. It was supposed to be perfect."
Ah, I get it now. Not an auspicious start to our first getaway as a couple.
"It doesn't matter Will. We can still have a wonderful time together!" I tell him, trying to salvage our evening. "Why don't we go to the bed and breakfast and ask where they'd recommend for dinner?"
Will still looks unhappy but thankfully, he agrees to my plan. Reprogramming the GPS takes Will only a few moments and in less than five minutes we've found the bed and breakfast. I take a moment after getting out of the car to stretch, it was a long drive even without factoring in all the time we'd spent driving in circles.
Ever the gentleman, Will opens the door to the bed and breakfast for me and ushers me through with a hand on the small of my back. I suppress a shiver, like always, at his touch and resist the urge to press my body back against his. A woman who I can only assume runs the bed and breakfast looks up, startled, as we enter.
"Hello, I'm Dianne, can I help you?" the look on her face and the tone of her voice worries me. Something tells me she wasn't expecting us.
"Yes, my name is Will Shuester and we have reservations for the weekend."
"Oh dear," the woman looks distinctly uncomfortable as she flips through a ledger and I cringe, knowing what is coming next, "I seem to have you booked in for next weekend and I'm afraid we're all filled up for this one."
Will's body tenses behind me and I speak up before he can have another meltdown, "Oh that's so unfortunate, this is such an adorable place! You wouldn't happen to have any recommendations for us would you?"
Dianne is overly helpful, cancelling our reservation for next weekend and giving us directions to a big name hotel a few blocks away, trying to make up for the confusion. I take Will's hand and tug him out the door behind me wondering if anything else could possibly go wrong this weekend.
The hotel is simple to find and they have plenty of rooms available for us so we pick one and a bellhop who appears seemingly out of thin air takes our bags, leading the way to the elevators. The bellhop chatters about Lexington and its highlights as we wait for the elevator and I make an attempt to keep up my end of the conversation as Will stands moodily off to the side. Once we reach our room Will recovers himself enough to tip the bellhop and send him on his way before sinking back into his self-pity.
The room is pretty, a little generic but then, what hotel room isn't, and the view is amazing. My stomach growls quietly to remind me that it is almost eight o'clock and I haven't eaten since noon. After kicking off my heels and placing them neatly by the door I make my way to the bedside table where I've spied a room service menu. Will disappears into the bathroom and I hear the shower start.
I pick a few random items from the menu that I'm interested in and a couple I think Will might like. As an afterthought I ask for strawberries and two bottles of champagne, after all this is supposed to be a romantic weekend.
The food arrives just as Will turns off the shower, some of our best timing of the day so far. I nearly jump out of my skin as Will wraps his arms around me from behind. He is wearing nothing but a towel and still smells of soap. I have to close my eyes to regain some semblance of focus.
"I'm sorry I've been such a baby about this Em. I just really wanted everything to be perfect." I consider turning in his arms like all the girls do in the movies but I'm too afraid to move.
"It's okay Will, I get it. We can still make this trip special though. Why don't we have something to eat?" I'm glad he's gotten out of that self-indulgent moroseness. Self-pitying Will Shuester is not a fun person to be around. Will lets me go and I sigh at the loss of contact, taking a moment to clear my head while he dresses.
It's after midnight and one bottle of champagne is lying discarded on the table by the window, the second bottle is half empty on the bedside table next to Will. I haven't had this much to drink in years and the bubbles seem to have gone straight to my head making everything a little fuzzy around the edges. We had been watching a movie but both Will and I lost interest about halfway through so now we were lying tangled on the bed and talking.
"I've always wanted to do a striptease," Will blurts out suddenly and I very nearly choke on my mouthful of champagne. Once I've stopped coughing I ask,
"What?" Eloquent, I know, I blame the champagne.
"For you, I mean," Will is slurring his words ever so slightly so I guess I'm not the only one who's a little drunk. "I just think…I think if you see my body…"
I can feel the blush racing down my neck and spreading across my chest, I cannot believe he's saying this.
"I think you'd wanna touch me some more…you know?"
Will is looking at me expectantly but I can do nothing but stare at him dumbstruck. I am having trouble processing what he's just told me and frankly, the champagne is only partly to blame. I sit, my mouth opening and closing like a fish, searching for the right words and then it happens. Moves Like Jagger starts up, blaring rather loudly from the television and Will is on his feet, already moving in time with the music. I blush harder than I thought possible as his hands move to the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing each one. It's like watching a car accident; I want to look away but I just can't make myself do it. Will's shirt hits me in the face as he tosses it away, pulling me a little bit out of my daze and I giggle. I can't believe this is happening.
I don't think I do it consciously but somehow there's a one dollar bill in my hand now that Will's pants are around his ankles. I stare down at the bill, unsure how it got into my hand and even more unsure what to do with it now that it's there. Will, seeing my confusion, starts to move towards me, forgetting his pants are still around his ankles and it only takes a few steps before the pants trip him up and he pitches forwards onto the bed. He rolls over, roaring with laughter and before I know it I've shoved the bill into his boxers, which only makes him laugh harder. I can't help myself and soon I'm laughing as hard as Will is, with tears of mirth running down my cheeks.
Will's kiss surprises me and I tense briefly, the change in mood was abrupt but not altogether unpleasant. I surprise myself by allowing Will to unbutton my blouse and slide it off my shoulders, not even thinking about the fact that he's the only man to have ever seen me topless. His hands dance along the edge of my bra and he asks,
"Is this okay?"
Breathless and speechless I can do nothing but nod. I feel the pressure release as Will unhooks the catch and slips the bra down my arms. Nothing like being naked in front of someone for the very first time to sober you up, I find the fuzzy edges sharpening again. I am mesmerized as Will's hand approaches my bare skin, his hand looks so much darker than the milky white of my abdomen.
There must be some champagne left in my system because as Will attempts to untangle the pants from his ankles he rolls right off the bed and I burst into laughter again. His head pops up over the edge of the bed once he's freed himself of his jeans and he has my skirt undone and halfway down my legs before I even realize what he's doing.
Finally we are down to that last barrier: underwear. I am lost in his eyes as his fingers work their way inside my panties, sliding them down my legs and leaving me completely bare beneath his hands. Will takes the time to explore my body with his hands and mouth, bringing me to my first orgasm within minutes, my second following quick on its heels.
"I need more," I tell him, even though I'm not entirely sure what I mean by that. But Will knows; he strips away his boxers and he gives me more.
The sun is high when I finally wake up the following morning, a little stiff and sore but very content (and very naked) in bed with Will. Gently, I ease myself out of bed in search of a hot shower, some water and something for the headache I can feel settling in behind my eyes. Something flutters to the floor as I stand and I stoop to pick it up. My snort of laughter wakes Will and I throw the dollar bill on his chest before heading to the bathroom. I can still hear him laughing as I step under the steaming spray.
A/N: Damn humour is hard to write! I hope you all enjoyed it! Thanks to everyone for the reviews thus far. Fanfiction writers don't get paid and we don't get to see our work on the big (or little) screen so we really truly appreciated the comments and feedback we get on our work.
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