A/N: I hope you're all still enjoying this as much as I am!
Standing at the altar, you feel the butterflies whirling inside your stomach making you feel a little queasy as the traditional wedding march begins. Fighting with everything you have, you resist the urge to glance over your shoulder at the beautiful redhead you know is now striding down the aisle towards you. Finn leans over and whispers into your ear,
"Wait 'til you see her Mr. Schue," and you smile, the anticipation of the moment making you dizzy. You feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn to see Emma's father offering you Emma's hand. Slowly, your gaze travels up her arm to her face as her father lifts her veil and kisses her on the cheek. A tear rolls down her cheek as her father takes his seat in the front pew and you allow your eyes to make their way down Emma's body. The dress is nothing like the one she'd worn when she'd almost married Ken Tanaka, all lace and ribbons this time without a trace of heavy satin to be found.
"You look beautiful," you whisper, wishing you could come up with a more appropriate descriptor. Beautiful didn't even begin to cover it. Emma smiles shyly at you as you both turn to face the pastor and await her opening words.
You barely hear what the pastor is saying, you can't stop sneaking glances at Emma out of the corner of your eye, and you stumble when you hear the preacher ask you to read your vows. Clearing your throat you turn to Emma, lost in her eyes as she tilts her face up to you, her eyes full of love and adoration.
"Emma," you begin nervously, "In the last few months, I have come to realize that there is something missing in my life." You hurry on as Emma's smile falters, "Before we were together, I spent my life searching for that one person who would love me unconditionally and would support me in all the ways that you do. I'm missing the search Emma, and I couldn't be happier for it to have come to an end." You breathe a sigh of relief as Emma's smile broadens again, "You have had my back through some difficult times and have always had the right words to say to help me through the rough patches and there is nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life being that person for you. I love you with all my heart Emma and I promise to spend every day proving that to you, for the rest of my life."
Tears have been making their way silently down Emma's face as you spoke and her voice is watery as she read you her vows.
"Will, you have been so patient, kind and loving. You have been everything I have ever dreamed of in a man, and a thousand times more. We have had our difficulties, our days and weeks were it looked like this day would never come but I never gave up hope," Emma looks at you earnestly and you wonder how real her marriage to Carl had been. "I would have searched forever to find a way back to you and I promise that I will always be by your side, your rock and your confidant, as I know you will be mine. I love you so much Will, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
A few more words from the pastor and you turn to Finn who pulls the delicate white gold ring from his pocket and you slide it onto Emma's finger. She repeats the process, sliding your ring on and you are overjoyed as you hear the pastor announce you as husband and wife. Knowing Emma is not one for grandiose public displays of affection, you pull her close and kiss her soundly, breaking away far before you want to.
At the reception you are both moved and embarrassed by the toasts given by your nearest and dearest. You feel as though your feet haven't touched the ground since that simple silvery band had slid on to your left hand and you glance at Emma who is talking and laughing with Sue and Shannon, surrounded by an ethereal glow of happiness. The hours on the dance floor pass by in a whirling haze of colour and champagne, and before you know it you are taking to the floor with Emma for your final dance of the night. You can see the uncertainty that now flickers behind her eyes so you lean in close to her so your lips brush the shell of her ear as you say,
"Nothing has to change Emma," startled, she looks to you, searching for your meaning so you clarify, "I don't expect anything Emma, and I don't want you to feel pressured." Emma nods and smiles but you can still feel the tension radiating from her shoulders.
The song ends and you lead Emma to the waiting Town Car, preparing to drive to the honeymoon suite in which you will spend your wedding night before flying to Paris in the morning. You can tell Emma is still nervous as she barely speaks the entire car ride, regardless of your attempts to crack jokes and otherwise lighten the mood.
"I'm sorry Will," she says, refusing to face you as the door to the suite swings shut behind you. Her shoulders slump forwards and she looks miserable,
"Em…" you start, touching her shoulder, trying to get her to face you, "Em there's nothing to be sorry about."
"Will! Everyone has sex on their wedding night!" She says, throwing her hands up in what you can only assume is exasperation. You attempt to placate and soothe her but she ploughs on, "And you know the worst part? I want to make love to you tonight! More than anything I've ever wanted before but…" Her breath hitches in a sob.
"But what, Em?" you prod gently, wanting to find the root of the issue.
"I'm scared Will," she whispers.
"Scared of what Em?" You've known for ages that she was scared of intimacy and of sex but you've never fully understood why.
"What if it hurts?" She begins, and then the reasons pour forth like water, "What if I'm no good at it? What if I don't like it? What if you don't like it?" All this time she has refused to face you, even as she grows more agitated, babbling almost incoherently now, so you grip her shoulders firmly and press your mouth to her ear as you speak,
"It might hurt, but we'll go slow and I'll stop whenever you need me to. As for all those other worries, they're not gonna be a problem Em."
With the utmost care, your lips slide to her neck and you begin to lay hot, wet kisses on the soft skin there. Your ever-busy hands are working the hundred tiny pearl buttons on the back of Emma's dress, slowly, agonizingly, exposing more flesh to your touch. As you finally reach the last button, your fingers skim along a spot on Emma's back that makes her shiver in delight and sigh your name. You make a mental note of the spot for later as your hands return to the lace sleeves of the dress. With a flick of your wrists, the material slides from Emma's body and pools on the floor. You swallow hard and you encourage Emma to turn and face you. You can feel how hard she's trembling beneath your fingertips so you decide to check in with her,
"How are you doing Em?" you ask and Emma just nods, big doe-eyes wide. "Are you comfortable?" You ask and you slide your palms across her abdomen, and Emma breathes,
"Oh God yes," and you chuckle. Without much fanfare you push her back to the sprawling king bed in the centre of the room, quickly divesting yourself of everything but your boxers. Lying beside her, you trail your fingers softly up and down Emma's arm, letting her grow accustomed to being so nearly naked. Much to your surprise, you feel Emma's small hand close over your erection through your boxers. It is nearly enough to make you climax.
Taking her boldness as permission, you remove her last remaining clothing and let yourself explore her body more fully.
As Emma lies with heavy-lidded eyes, so bonelessly relaxed after multiple orgasms, you decide to see if she is ready to take that final leap and once again she surprises you, handing you a condom.
"I'm ready Will," she tells you.
It is nothing short of heaven as you push into her, hotter and tighter than you'd ever imagined and the tiny mewling sounds falling from her lips are driving you wild. The more you move, the louder Emma gets and soon she is crying out with each thrust, her nails leaving deep red lines down your back. Sensing that she is close once again, you slide a hand between your bodies to help push her over the edge. She comes with something just short of a scream, muffled as she bites your shoulder and pulls you with her.
"I love you Em," you whisper as you lay in the afterglow.
"Love you too," Em replies before drifting off to the most comfortable sleep she'd had in years.
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