Emma landed with a soft thud on the bed and giggled as Will kissed her neck gently pulling her hair so she was closer to his body. Emma's mind was else where, just for once living in the moment and not caring about how neither herself or Will had brushed their teeth before kissing. Will's hand crept slowly down the front of Emma's pale yellow blouse, but Emma quickly came back to reality and pushed his hand away, suddenly sitting very still on the bed. Will stopped, realising he'd obviously pushed it too quickly. He felt ashamed and embarrassed, and, though he hated to admit it, even to himself, he felt mildly bad for Carl.

He swallowed, "Sorry, again, Emma. I'm so sorry. But you seemed like you wanted... you know... me." Emma looked at him and shook her head; he had completely misinterpreted her actions. She did want Will, so bad. But she couldn't bring her self to say it.

"Emma... this might be a little bit of an, um, personal question, but... have you and Carl... done it?" he asked, wanting to shove the words back in his mouth.

Emma felt her cheeks flush beetroot, thankful for the lack of light in the room, "Um... well... no, we haven't. We've been so close, so many times. And everytime... I just... panic. I can't help it. I just... I don't know. I just never feel ready, you know? And then when I am... in the mood, Carl has just given up and it's almost as if he doesn't want me. It makes me feel guilty. I know men have needs, but I just want to wait until I feel ready," she said, close to tears. Will put an arm round her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

"Emma, one day, you will be ready and will finally have... intimacy with Carl. Or maybe even someone else," he tried hard not to add 'me' at the 'someone else'. Emma kissed Will on the lips.

"Will. What I am about to say is probably totally crazy, but... you know what? I need to start living on the edge. I am ready. Now, Will. For you. Right now-" she said, interrupted by Will.

"Emma are you crazy? Carl is in hospital. You can't possibly be serious?"

Emma seemed surprised; she thought Will wanted the same. "I thought you wanted me, Will. I thought you were ready, too, to be intimate with me," she sounded confused and hurt.

"Emma, of course I want you. But you have Carl. I can't let myself do this, as much as I dislike Carl, he is making you happy. I think I really have got to go now," he said, doing his shirt buttons up.

"Touch me, Will. Please. Just once. I just... want to know what it's like to be intimate with you. Carl doesn't even have to know, I promise I wont tell him, Will. Please just-" she stopped, Will's finger to her lips again.
"Okay, Em. If you are totally sure this is what you want, then okay. Fine by me," he said, taking Emma's face in his hands. She kissed the corner of his mouth and took his left hand, placing it to her breast. He slid it down the blouse, feeling the soft skin over the top of her bra with his thumb and forefinger. Emma started removing her blouse, revealing a pale purple lacey bra as Will kissed her neck, rubbing her breasts with both of his hands. She groaned, throwing the blouse on the floor. He delicately bit into her bare shoulder and she breathed loudly. He carried on caressing her small breasts, which she felt self-conscious about.

"Is that enough?" he asked, taking his hands away from her chest area. Emma looked at Will, the moonlight from outside emphasising her big, round eyes, "Will, I want you,"

"In what way?" he asked, coyly though he knew exactly what she was on about.

"I want you inside of me." she said, slightly embarrassed at the awkwardness of how it came out.

"Okay, but we need to... you know, get you ready. And as this is your first time, I want it to be special for you. So if we both go freshen up, then we'll... get down to business. If you are totally sure you're, you know, ready for this. I don't want to feel like I'm pressuring you into anything you don't want to do. Okay?" he said, holding Emma's face in his left hand. She kissed a thumb that traced lightly over her lips.

"Okay, Will. And I am totally sure I do want to do this. What's the worst that can happen, right? Carl will never know. And we will probably forget about this by tomorrow, after the drink is all out of our system. So I'm gonna go and get showered, stay here. I'll be right back." she said, sauntering out of the room in her bra and skirt. Will lay on the bed side ways, staring after Emma. It was as if she'd been completely taken over by aliens. Will liked this side of Emma, but he didn't want to hurt her or cause problems for Carl. He looked around the room for inspiration to make it look slightly more romantic. There wasn't much in there. He crept out of the room onto the dark landing, the light from the bathroom shining out from the gap in the door that Emma left ajar. He could hear her soft singing voice mixed with the sound of the water. He smiled; he loved hearing Emma's voice, it was so happy and optimistic. He crept into Emma's room and looked at the perfectly made bed, the dressing table completely organised. He pulled open the drawer next to her bed and found some tea candles and a packet of fake rose petals, along with boxes of condoms that had never been opened. Carl had obviously been planning this night for a long time. Will quickly shoved the candles, rose petals and condoms in his pocket and grabbed a pack of matches and padded quietly back to the guest room, sprinkling the bed with rose petals and lighting the candles. He heard Emma humming in the room across the landing. He ran to the bathroom and got himself ready, leaving the room for Emma to find.