" Frustration "

requested by EpicCritic & Guest

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL THEMES

She felt like an idiot.

A scandalously clad idiot; outfitted in a lacy bra, fancy panties and black heels that were far too high for her own liking. Gen was standing (she felt like a newborn baby giraffe) in front of the bathroom mirror, eyeing herself with slight worry. She turned, glancing at her behind with a surprised look. Damn, my ass looks good...

She paused, drawing attention to her face. She had re-done her makeup to match her 'outfit' (which was a piss-poor choice of a word for the two pieces of lace clinging to her), and was suddenly unimpressed with the way it made her look.

"I look like a total whore."

And so she wiped the black makeup away from her eyes, remembering the time Will told her she was beautiful without tons of makeup on. Next she tugged at her stringy caramel colored tresses, slightly worried they would get in the way. Will did like to kiss and bite her neck... Sweeping the locks into her hand and twisting, she pulled the hair into a messy bun, smiling slightly knowing Will was going to have a ball wreaking havoc on the soft skin there.

Gen huffed, throwing open the cabinet above the toilet in search of her perfume.

"Gen?"

She jumped, knocking over Will's aftershave and a bottle of mouthwash. There was a loud clang and thud, followed by a series of swears.

Outside the bathroom door, Will cringed. "Gen, are you alright?"

"Uh, yeah! Yes! Mhm! I'm fine! Just knocked something over, that's all!"

"You've been in there for a bit, Gen... Should I start worrying now or in a few more minutes?"

Gen had left him to clean up the dishes after the one-year-anniversary dinner she had cooked (comprised of Will's favorite foods: lasagna and and spaghetti). She had been acting extremely nervous during dinner, stealing glances at him and refusing to tell him what had her so worked up. It was starting to make him nervous. So, fifteen minutes after she skirted upstairs into their bedroom, Will followed suit.

"No! Just, uh, sit on the bed! I'll be out in a second, okay?"

Blinking and nodding, Will did as he was told.

And that's when he noticed the Victoria's Secret bag poking out of the closet.

"Oh my god," Will blinked, "She's... Okay."

Trying to calm his accelerated heart rate, Will sprang to his feet. He was pacing, running a hand through his hair nervously.

He and Gen had never...

Not officially.

"Gen?" his voice was far too shaky for his own liking.

Inside the bathroom, Gen was fumbling with her perfume. It was Will's favorite, one she wore on special occasions. She figured this was special enough—

"Gen," Will breathed, "I know you like taking your time with everything, but..."

Gen blinked, opening the door slowly.

"I'm starting to get frustrated—"

He had his back turned and he was midstep. But, as soon as he heard the door open he froze. His shoulders tensed and he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing furiously. He turned slowly, his gaze meeting Gen's awkward pose in the bathroom doorway.

After a few seconds, her arms fell from the frame and she crossed her arms, suddenly feeling ridiculous. "Okay, this is totally not how I planned this to work."

He crossed the bedroom, his eyes roaming over every bit of skin exposed. A small chuckle nervously sprang from his throat as his hand went to his hair, tugging on the dark curls.

"Jesus, Gen," he breathed.

Flushed, she wrapped her arms around herself even tighter. "I can't tell if that's a good 'Jesus, Gen' or a bad 'Jesus, Gen'."

"It's good," he nodded, offering a hand, "It's amazingly good."

She took his hand and stumbled a bit, squeaking slightly. Will gave her a smile, pulling her close in one smooth tug. Pressed up against him, she sighed. At least this way she didn't have to worry about him thinking she was fat or—

"Y-You're a goddess."

Did... did Will just stutter? Was he... blushing? Oh my god, he was nervous. As nervous as she was...

"You're wearing that perfume..."

His nose grazed against her throat in an achingly slow movement, his lips brushing warm skin, causing goosebumps to pucker and erupt all over her arms. Dragging his teeth across her collarbone in a playful bite, Will let a chuckle rumble from his chest.

"I know y-you like it," she swallowed, "It's your favorite."

His hands met her hips, squeezing the flesh there, clutching and grabbing. "You only wear it on special occasions..."

"I was thinking..."

A sweltering kiss, one complete with Will's tongue dancing across hers, was enough to answer the unspoken question.

Was tonight going to be the night?

Oh, hell yes.

He grasped her lip in his teeth, tugging on the sweet skin and soothing her whines with more heated contact. Her arms were hooked around his neck, fingers in his hair, when they landed on the bed. Will was pressed against her, his fingers diving across warm skin, and hot kisses littering her neck and chest.

His hands gripped the sheets with no remorse, breathy moans escaping her when his tongue danced across her cleavage and his hands dove beneath her panty-line.

"Will," she mumbled into his shoulder, gasping into the material of his shirt.

"Hm?" his mouth was suctioned to her jaw, nipping and kissing along the bone.

"Your clothes. Off. Now."

"Bossy."

His tone was low and dark and it almost made Gen scream the way it was coupled with the workings of his fingers against her.

His t-shirt was tugged over his head and he squirmed out of his jeans, only to have Gen prop herself on top of his lap, her murder heels dangling dangerously off the edge of the bed. One hand pressed against his chest, laying him flat against the sheets. She grinned in triumph, kissing her way down his neck and chest, enjoying the way he groaned in pleasure when she accidentally rolled her hips against the growing tension in his boxers.

Third time's the charm, and Will completely lost it. The cotton boxers were kicked away.

He flipped her over, tugging her bra away and discarding of it off the side of the bed. Warm hands grasped her breasts, kneading as his mouth danced down her stomach, a trail of sloppy kisses stopping just above her pantyline.

With one tug, the lacy undergarments were tossed aside by the bra on the floor.

Arching slightly, Gen whined softly and buried her face into own arm, blushing scarlet.

Will's hands ran up her stomach and breasts, his mouth meeting hers again.

"I love you. You're so beautiful."

"I love you too, handsome," she smiled.

And like that, her whole body was hot. She was a writhing mess, crying out in pleasure at the tingling sensation that was overwhelming her senses. With every thrust, she was clawing at the sheets; at Will; at her hair; at his hair. She was in heaven, butterflies assaulting her insides with kisses and touches.

And then, they were one. Kissing, moaning and rocking together in a unanimous sensation. A sensation that left Will an exhausted mess. He swallowed, catching his breath before kissing Gen sweetly, climbing onto the bed beside her.

She rolled into his arms, burying her face into his shoulder before propping herself up against him. Her smile was huge.

"That..." Her breath was gone, "... was amazingly good."

Will kissed her nose. "We will be doing that more often."

Gen giggled, pulling the sheets up over them. In a tired buzz, she nodded, tugging her hair out of the messy bun.

"Oh, hell yes."

A/N:

IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. I HOPE YOU GUYS DON'T MIND.