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Agui

III

Summer was going by extremely pleasant for both Will and Emma. They spent part of the day together simply because they enjoyed each others´ company and it had become natural for them. Emma began to think that it was something she had started to need, almost desperately. And it was scary.

"How much can you love somebody?" she once asked Dr. Begler. When she didn't respond, Emma continued. "It's scary sometimes." That contradiction caused her to let out a small laugh. "Now I'm with him, just thinking he might leave me. It frightens me. I understand what he meant that one time," Emma remembered the morning after they sleep together for the first time. He had some kind of "revelation" about how he'd felt that if she left him he'd almost cracked.

"What makes you think he might leave you?" Dr. Begler asked her. "Is something wrong between you two?"

"Everything is fine… we're used to being together… we've been friends for so long and now, well, it's different but we already know each other… And of course we have disagreements, but I love him… too much I'd say…" she smiled. "That's why the idea came to my mind. What might happen if we are not together anymore?"

"Do you think there's even a slight possibility of that happening," Dr. Begler asked her, staring at her.

"I don't know," Emma muttered.

"I want to talk about something with you… I believe this fear you're telling me about has a peculiarity."

"What?"

"It's irrational." Emma blinked a couple of times. "Just like phobias, just like your mysophobia. I know it's not irrational for you," Dr. Begler said before Emma could respond. "But you know what I mean?" Emma nodded. "The fact that your mysophobia would fade but something new would appear was a possibility. Still, you don't have to panic. It´s great you could find the words to express those emotions Emma. I don't know if you've notice what a big progress this is." Emma smiled to herself, feeling proud. "To start, I believe you should keep your relationship with Will in motion."

"Yes, I know what you mean. I've been thinking about that too," she anticipated Dr. Begler's words. "It's not like I'm getting bored, 'cause I'm certainly not. But I wanna keep things fresh and entertaining with him. I want him to be comfortable, to enjoy… I wanna surprise him."

"Good… and second, I believe this is going to help you to overcome this fear of being left… if the relationship grows, you two will grow as independent persons too and talking about it makes it easier," Dr. Begler assured.

"Now you´re talking about leaving…" Emma said casually, trying to hide her anxiety. "My mother called me a few days ago..."

"Why did the word 'leave' remind you to your mother," Dr. Begler asked interested.

"You know what kinda relationship I had with my mother," Emma replied nervously, rubbing her hands together and looking down. "That was one of the reasons I left home. Not the main of course, but it helped me decide to come here instead of staying."

"So what did she tell you," Dr. Begler looked discreetly to the clock hanging on the wall. Emma definitively knew how to bring up an important matter; when session was about to finish. She still was a runner, but she intended to help beat that compulsion.

"She heard I'm dating Will. She wants to meet him. You know, my family never met Carl so I guess they want to make up for that. Besides, they've known about Will for a long time. And she told me she missed me. I don't know… I miss her too, but it's hard going back home as a divorced woman. Plus, I never had a good relationship with my cousins and I know they'll be there."

"I'll tell you what, Emma. You should think about it. You're a new woman who happens to be divorced. There's nothing you cannot do. Now, we're out of time, but why don't we keep talking about this next session?"

"Ok."

"You remember I'm leaving for a two weeks holidays, right?" Emma nodded. "So next session is gonna be our last until next month. Hopefully we'll be able to decrease this concern you have and talk about your week."

-xx-

Will and Emma were getting used to being schedule–free. He loved having nothing to do, focusing on projects for the upcoming year and enjoying every minute he had with Emma. He wasn't a planner about things he would do during the day, which was quite the opposite of her, so sometimes this would cause disagreements between them. She didn't mind though, because being with him made her a better person.

But there was something running in her mind. Something she talked with Dr. Begler about and she was trying to figure it out.

After dinner, they popped in a movie. A typical night for them. Will caught Old School on TV and laughed once he realized which movie it was.

"Have you seen this before?," he asked and laughed loudly when Will Ferrell appeared running naked in the middle of the street screaming, 'I'm Frank the Tank.' That's hilarious!"

Emma giggled too. "That's so unrealistic."

"What?" Will looked at her not believing what she'd said. "C'mon. You can't tell me you've never done something ridiculous, something unlike you while being drunk…"

She shook her head with embarrassment. "I've never been drunk Will," she confessed, blushing. She felt ashamed when she recognized how little she had lived in comparison to him. Something as meaningless and normal for a teenager, like being drunk, was something Emma couldn't add to her Done List. Damn OCD.

"You've never…" he was surprised. He knew Emma didn't had many friends during her high school years, but he assumed she had at least one crazy night with a girlfriend or someone during university. She shook her head again and glued her eyes to the floor causing him to notice her discomfort. He teased her, "Really?" Emma stared at him, curving her mouth in a shy smile. "We should fix that…"

"What?" she asked smiling, her eyes showing astonishment.

"Tomorrow night?" He sent her a mischievous smirk, before kissing her lips softly. "Let's do something stupid."

-xx-

That Thursday Emma's doorbell rang an hour after she'd finished dinner.

"Hello beautiful," Will said when she opened the door.

"Hi Will."

"Wow, you look so good." He scanned her body with his eyes. "I assume we're going to Rosalita's." Will pointed at her jeans. She looked amazing in jeans.

"Don't stare at me like that!" Emma laughed, closing the door behind her. "Well, yeah, I assumed Rosalita's. It was fun the last time. And about the jeans… If I'm gonna get drunk I better be comfortable and not wearing a skirt ", Will chuckled

They took a cab to the bar. When they went in they saw Shannon competing with a man near the mechanical bull. She was winning by far: there were at least five empty Tequila shots next to her. The man was on his third.

"Willy boy!" She exclaimed from her seat. "You lose, Schmidt… get out!" Shannon teased her competitor standing up and walking to them. Her steps revealed she had had something more than five tequilas. She took Will in a profuse hug and shook his shoulders with vehemence. "I didn't know you were coming."

"We're here on a mission," he informed with a simper. "Planning to go a little wild," he clarified, looking at Emma when he noticed Shannon's curious expression.

Her eyes traveled to Emma and then to Will again and she got the idea right away. "How are you, Emma," she asked, taking her in a warm hug.

"I'm good Shannon. You?"

"Better now that I see you kiddos. Beer," she asked them. And without giving them time to answer she walked towards the bar.

They had their drinks sitting at a table near the bar, while Shannon spent her time coming and going with more drinks: beer, white Russians, Mojitos, Margaritas. Emma knew she had a lousy alcohol tolerance so after her third glass she was feeling a little tipsy.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Emma asked fanning her face with her free hand. Her cheeks were a little colored and a contagious smile was stuck on her face.

"It's not you," Will said in between chuckles. Suddenly a familiar song began to play. He raised his arms, waving them in the air as he followed the rhythm. "C'mon, let's dance!" He stood up clumsily and took Emma's hand. "Let's show those beginners how it's done." His words were slippery.

Emma giggled like a child and followed him. That's when she realized she was drunker than she thought. Standing up so fast made her head dizzy and the sounds and images weren't as clear as she wanted them to be, but it was fun as hell.

Will started dancing in the middle of the floor. He was clearly trying to stay in a delimitated area, but his legs seemed to have gained will on their own and he hopped around with joy. Emma joined him in a second. They danced to a country song like it was rock and roll, but they didn't mind. Then a rock and roll song came on and they danced like it was some kind of Lady Gaga song.

"Reinforcement!" Shannon exclaimed, calling them from the bar. There was a Margarita for Emma and a White Russian for Will waiting for them. Shannon had two straight tequilas. "I'm gonna be dead tomorrow." She spat those words while twisting her face when the alcohol burned her chest. "Jooohn!" she yelled at a guy standing at the other side of the bar. "You're such a lucky man!" She screamed walking towards him and leaving them alone.

"I'm going to the men's room," Will told Emma, kissing her cheek sonorously. "Be right back."
When he did, he found her dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor. There were a couple of people there too, but she was the only one swaying her hips with her eyes closed following the music's rhythm. He chuckled and bit him lower lip, scanning her body once more. Drunken Emma was sexy. More than she would ever know. She caught him staring and raising an eyebrow called him with her index finger. He walked towards her as straight as he could, but the booze had got to his head and things were beginning to be a little blurry.

"What were you watching?" She slurred her words as she wrapped her hands around his neck.

"I wasn't just watching," he let her know mysteriously. His mouth was numb and his words came out mushy.

"What were you thinking, then?"

"Don't ask," he warned her sending a seductively smile.

"Tell me," Emma whispered to his ear, pressing her body to him.

"How am I gonna keep my hands off you?" Drunken flirtation wasn't a good idea, but Will was uninhibited and his words almost escaped from his mouth, not giving him the chance to even process them.

Emma tangled her fingers in his nape of curls and brought him closer so that her lips crushed onto his mouth with fervor. Neither of them were actually thinking about how passionate the kiss was, how fast their tongues danced together, how tight their grip was, how glued their bodies were. They just kissed, moving their lips with urgency, their breathing mixing between them.

"Let´s get out of here," she muttered in his ear. Her voice came out low, almost husky, causing Will to swallow hard.

They took a cab to Emma's place. The ride was insane for the two adults they were. Emma's torso was hanging out of the back window causing the wind to blow her hair away. She felt amazingly free.

Will was sitting at her side, looking at her happily and laughing almost uncontrollably. When she sat back, her hair looking messy and her cheeks as red as ever, Will hurled on top of her stamping a kiss on her lips which she immediately returned while her fingers run through his curls.

"This is not a motel." The driver warned them when he noticed the kiss was beginning to get heated. They laughed and behaved for the rest of the way. But neither of them stopped sending mischievous smiles and looks to each other.

When they got to her apartment, he walked her to the door. He had told the driver to wait for him. Emma had more energy than ever and so did he.

"So…" He said with a chuckle standing next to her outside her door. "We got drunk. Pretty fun, uh?"

She giggled, resting her body against the wall. "Oh my..." Her balance was becoming quite deficient. "Where the hell..?" she mumbled laughing and searching for the keys in her purse.

Will laughed loudly and teased her. "You're a mess."

"You have some nerve…!" she giggled again. Her words were sloppy. "You better rectify yourself bef-" Emma's words were interrupted when she felt Will's lips on her mouth. He pressed her against the wall. Without delay she opened her mouth to meet his tongue and they both fought for control, causing the kiss to be more heated. Will's hands were placed on her hips and after a few moments his fingers were tracing patterns up her sides and traveling north to stop below her breasts. Emma moaned his name and brought him even closer, if possible. "We should cheer for that kiss," she flirted once more. "Come on in." Her breath was heavy against his lips.

"Ok, just one more glass," he conceded, scratching her ribs. "Oh, shoot, the cab is waiting. Be right back," he hurried downstairs, his legs feeling as heavy as ever. Booze was definitely striking back. "Sorry, man," he apologized to the furious taxi driver. "Let me pay you and you can go."

When he returned, Emma was waiting for him with two wine glasses. He walked towards her, sending a playful grin but tripped on his way and landed on top of her. The wine scattered all over her blouse. "Will…!" She giggled. "I might be drunk, but you."

"Oh, crap," he grumbled clumsily. "I'm sorry." He rubbed her chest vigorously with some Kleenex he found on her coffee table. When he looked up, he found Emma biting her lower lip, staring at him,."Sorry," he repeated.

She replied by placing soft kisses all over his mouth and jaw line. "It's ok," she muttered not, breaking the kiss as her hands ran all around Will's toned chest. In respond he kissed her neckline, sucking her now sweet and liquorish skin. She stood up and giggled, trying to keep her balance. "I should change," Emma said, letting him know. He nodded and occupied himself by refilling the glass that had been spilled, but she didn't move. Emma stood there, facing him and his jaw practically dropped to the floor when she started unbuttoning her blouse. Will couldn't make one straight sentence and when she faced him exposing her bare chest and bra, he gulped.

She brushed her hair off her face and brought Will up to stand in front of her. Both hands moved along his chest and her eyes followed their way down, until they rested on his hips. Emma was obviously drunk. Such boldness wasn't typical of her but she wanted to surprise him and she needed him. Now.

She stood on her toes and captured his lower lip fiercely and he immediately returned the kiss as eagerly as he could. However, it didn't last too long because Emma pulled his t-shirt open which made the buttons fly away in all directions. Just like that one time when she sang "Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me."

"Em…?" His breath was unsteady and hot against her neck. "You're drunk… "

"So..?" she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in it.

"I don't wanna take advantage," he whispered. But he already was. And he couldn't stop.

"What makes you think..." Her lips were glued to his pulse slightly sucking on it and she pulled away to lock her eyes with his. "...You're the one who's taking advantage?"

His mouth curved into a naughty smile and he sat back down. Emma remained standing in front of him, but he brought her closer by pulling her from the back of her knees so she was kneeling on top of him, one leg to each side. She looked him down, her eyelashes batting. Before she could relax on top of him, his hands were resting on her back holding her body still. Will kissed her belly causing her to gasp in pleasure.

"I'm gonna take all this liquor off you, so hold your breath," he warned her seductively as his lips rejoiced in the flavor of her skin mixed with the booze. Soon his tongue was joining in with his lip movement and the combination of both caused Emma's breathing to be more labored.

When he was done with that area, he lowered her so her breasts were at the height of his mouth. His lips continued working their magic alongside her bra, sending shivers all over Emma's spine which caused her to arch under his touch. "Will…" his name escaped her lips once more.

Without a warning he lowered her frame once more, so her back rested on the couch and again, his mouth travelled along her belly until his hands reached the waist line of her jeans. Will unbuttoned them and intended to look at her for permission, like he always did, but before he could Emma's words came out throaty. "Take them off." And he did, revealing she was wearing matching underwear.

Seeing her in such empowerment made his jeans tightened even more. After all of the drinks he'd had, he needed very little to feel his arousal. But in that confidence, hot and bothered Emma would have sent him to the edge without a drop of beer. He lowered himself between her legs and pressed his groin into her core. One of his hands caressed her leg and he tensed his grip when he reached her hip, pressing even harder against her center. Emma moaned.

Even with only two layers of clothing between them, the friction was incredibly intense. Emma positioned her hand on his erection through his jeans and moved it along his length.

"Oh God Em," Will groaned against her mouth. That was an unexpected moved for him, but he loved it, and the sudden rush of heat made him buck his hips on her hand.

"Take them off," she ordered with low voice. "I want to feel you, Will." Emma was determined to get what she wanted so he complied with pleasure.

Once his trousers were off Will went back to rest between her silky legs. She immediately captured his lips to taste him and as the kiss grew heated, so did the friction between them.
"Oh, Will…" she moaned arching her back. The warm sensation between her legs was now a desperate need. He grinned and slid a hand beneath her to unclip her bra which disappeared along with their other clothing.

"You're so sexy," he muttered, moving above her again.

Her face twisted in a pleased grin. "Do you like it?" She bit her lower lip and nodded, unable to formulate a single word. And with that, Will buried his face between her breasts. Sucking her skin with hunger while his hand descended to rub once more over her most sensitive spot. Emma let out a whimper. She was being loud and that was such a turn on for him.

Without advice he pulled his boxers off. "Will, please…," she begged lifting her hips and taking the last piece of cloth off her body. He quickly grabbed a condom from his trouser pocket and rolled it along him.

"Wait," he said having a miraculous illumination. "Not here." The couch might be ruined. So he lifted her up, positioning her legs around him and walked towards the bedroom. His walk was clumsy and it got worse when Emma sucked his ear lobe fiercely. He lost balance when he crossed the door, causing the pressure between their bodies to increase.

"Make love to me Will," Emma pleaded, her back compressed against the cold wall. He didn't need another word from her. He pushed inside her.

That was by far the hottest thing they'd ever done. Yes, they were drunk, but yes, they also wanted it.

Emma gasped in pleasure and brought him closer, urging him to continue his ministrations and he did. They immediately caught a steady rhythm, moving faster and stealing an occasional kiss when the air was enough to do so.

"Oh, God…" Emma groaned when his thrusts become deeper. "Will," her moans had become louder as every second passed. And Will discovered she could be quite noisy when she felt free enough. Her throaty voice against his ear was rapidly sending him near the edge so he tightened his grip and with his last energy walked to the bed. "What…" she questioned him when the wave of heat descended.

"Don't you think I'm done with you," he muttered, positioning himself on top of her. He sucked on her ear lobe and thrusted inside her again. She scratched his back in need, almost digging into his skin with her nails. "Em, you feel amazing," he managed to say. It was hard to articulate a word having her below him looking at him the way she was.

Will was practically about to come, but he was desperate to see her reach her release first. So he lifted her leg to change the angle and push her most sensitive spot. And when he did, Emma cried his name bucking her hips with his. Her moans filled his ears once again and he thrusted into her again. Her back arched in pleasure.

"Will, I'm gonna-" she began to say.

"Are you," he teased her. "Cause I'd like you to." He sucked on her lower lip as he pushed again inside her causing her to whimper. And with that, her walls collapsed around him bringing him to release inside her almost immediately.

Will rolled to her side, trying to recover his breath. "Wow," he said, bringing her body closer.

"Wow indeed," Emma replied, her breathing was still uneven. She giggled, covering their bodies with the sheets. "Thanks God, we can sleep all morning tomorrow. I'm tired… and drunk."

Will laughed loudly. "You know what they say..." She looked at him curious. "The best medicine for a hangover… it's booze."

They laughed, feeling their heads spinning wildly, but their hearts loved more than ever, so everything was ok.