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A/N: Oh hai! So real life has been keeping me away from this story lately as just wrote my licensing exam to become a registered nurse (fingers crossed I pass) and started orientation/job at a children's hospital. I am eternally grateful for all the reviews and I am truly sorry this chapter took so long!

Weapon; friendship; third person omniscient

"Em you really don't have to do this," Will said for what had to be the twelfth time since she'd arrived at his apartment, bright and early that Saturday morning.

"Will I don't mind," Emma assured him again. She liked spending time with Will, even if that meant stripping the wallpaper from his kitchen and helping him repaint. Will smiled as he looked over at Emma, zipped into a pair of blue coveralls three sizes too big and focused intently on peeling a strip of paper from the wall. Will approached her, quietly and cautiously, and tugged on the back of the jumpsuit,

"You know, I think these might be a little big for you," Will said, smirking. Startled, Emma lost concentration on her task and the piece of wallpaper fell from her gloved fingers as she turned to look at Will. Emma smiled back at Will and pushed the sleeves up on her coveralls as they fell over her hands again. "Here, let me help," Will told her.

Will began to roll the sleeves up her arms so that they were halfway between her wrists and elbows, making it a little easier for her to work.

"Thanks," Emma mumbled, fighting a blush as she turned back to the wallpaper. Things between them had been strained ever since her annulment and Will's breakup with Holly. Neither Will nor Emma was entirely sure where their relationship stood now that they were both newly single. This kitchen repaint was the first time they'd spent any time alone together since they had broken up months before. At school there was always Shannon to play the buffer in the lunchroom, keeping things from becoming too awkward but now, alone in Will's apartment; neither was sure how to act.

The coveralls slid easily down Emma's body as Will unzipped them and pushed them from her shoulders. His hands moved to push the auburn hair from her neck before his lips closed over the pulse he could see bounding beneath her skin.

"Will," Emma breathed, caught between lust and uncertainty, her fingers moving to the buttons on his shirt without her conscious permission. Emma felt Will's hands grasp the backs of her thighs and before she could consider his next move she found herself planted on the kitchen counter, Will's shirt lying forgotten on the floor.

Will had spent the last two months since his breakup considering how to best approach renewing his relationship with Emma. Will knew how sensitive she was, how fragile and easily frightened, but he wanted her back so badly there was nothing he wouldn't do, even if it meant spending platonic days redecorating his entire apartment until they were comfortable being alone together again.

Emma had never stopped thinking about Will. The ring on her finger had just been a toy, a stupid, heat-of-the-moment mistake that she had regretted the moment she'd woken in a Vegas hotel room wearing nothing but a frown with a hangover of epic proportions assaulting her senses. Carl had told her later that they hadn't had sex, that she had stripped naked and climbed into bed before passing out. Months later, during the annulment process, Carl had told her she'd called out Will's name in her sleep almost every night since their marriage.

Carl had admitted to cheating on her, to sleeping with three other women during their short marriage. He had said he'd had to look elsewhere when she couldn't satisfy him and Emma had cried. His words had been sharp like knives against her skin, weapons designed to hurt her the way she had hurt him. Carl had taken the marriage seriously, he had loved her and Emma had always loved Will.

Will and Emma needed a push. Something to rekindle their romance and make them each realize the remaining attraction was mutual. Instead they continued to strip paper from the walls.

"God Emma," Will groaned, still standing between her legs while she sat on his kitchen counter, her fingers sliding over the flesh of his chest and arms as though she was trying to memorize the feel of him. Her shirt had joined his on the floor some time ago leaving her in nothing but a pair of jeans and an ivory lace bra. Emma crossed her ankles behind Will's back and pulled him in closer, leaning down to kiss him again, not entirely sure she was comfortable with where things were headed.

Will pushed against her, sighing into her neck before he pulled her off the counter and began walking towards the bedroom. Half way down the hall, Emma readjusted her position to keep from sliding down Will's front. The movement made Will groan again and he pushed Emma into the wall, assaulting her with kisses once again.

It had taken nearly all day but the last of the wallpaper had finally been stripped away and they were leaning on the counter, side-by-side, sipping beer straight from the bottle.

"Thanks for your help Em," Will said, giving her a little nudge with his elbow, "You gonna help me paint too?" he asked jokingly.

"I'd love to!" Emma blurted out, immediately blushing and cursing herself for how desperate she sounded. Will set his beer bottle on the counter and turned to face Emma,

"I've missed you Em," he whispered. Emma's eyes widened in surprise, Will wasn't usually so forward; he usually waited for her to make the first move.

"I-I've missed you too," Emma stuttered. She watched breathlessly as Will lifted the beer bottle from her hand and placed it on the countertop next to his. Will's hand came up to cup her face, brushing his thumb across her cheek, and Emma found herself leaning into his touch. Emma's eyes slipped shut and she let herself savour the feeling of Will's touch, something she had been longing for for months. She jumped slightly, her eyes snapping open as Will's breath whispered across her skin, the barest and most feather-light of kisses sliding along her jaw.

They were naked, the dim light of the moon providing a muted glow by which they explored each other's body. Emma trembled slightly as Will's hand drifted between her legs and she cried out in surprise and pleasure as he explored, his fingers moving with the utmost care. She was powerless to resist him as Will pulled every weapon in his arsenal out to pleasure her.

Emma felt a burning begin deep within her belly, every movement of Will's fingers fanning the flames and drawing her closer to release. She had tried this once before, with Carl, but she had backed out before he'd even gotten her underwear off. Emma's train of thought derailed as Will slid a finger deep inside her and she cried out, her hips thrusting forward as she climaxed, her whole body in spasms and Will's name falling from her lips like a prayer.

Emma woke with a start, the sheets tangled around her legs, the taste of sex and Will's name on her tongue. Emma sighed, these dreams had to stop. Tomorrow she would talk to Will. Tomorrow she would sort this out. Tonight, she was sweaty and frustrated so she rolled from her bed, gathered up her sheets and dropped them into the hamper on her way to the shower. Tomorrow she would fix this.

A/N: That was mean of me wasn't it? Hope you liked it anyways! Up next – hurt/comfort, first person (Emma), cry. That seems almost too easy!