Thanks for reading guys! I hope you´ve enjoyed last chapter! So, I've been extremely busy and I've been wanting to finish this chapter. Finally I could and here it is! As I anticipated before, the time line might get a little confusing… So, sorry for the inconsistence!

Thanks again to glorifiedgleek…. For being my beta reader!

xx

Agui

IV

As much as Emma had enjoyed her crazy drunken sex night with Will, there was something troubling her mind. During the past few nights, the most graphic and clear scenes had assaulted her dreams. She remembered everything; all of the sensations and shivers across her body and as pleasant as it was, a mixture of feelings she couldn't name started to break in inside of her.

Dr. Begler had called to reschedule their appointments from Tuesdays to Fridays.

Thanks God she didn't cancel.

She really needed that session, especially after what had happened in the last few days. The truth was, her body started to feel like a stranger for her, again. Just like it had months ago. Just like the time when she and Will weren't together. Since their drunken love making and her mother's phone call, something had snapped inside her. She spent her days perfectly normal, but the nights. The nights spent with Will were complicated.

They made love almost every night and every passing minute her body was more disconnected from her feelings. Something had broken.

She loved him, more than ever. This matter wasn't about feelings. It was about sensations. But he wasn't the reason. She could hardly reach her orgasm, no matter how much friction was created between them. No matter where he'd kiss her. No matter where his fingers touched her.

Emma remembered the previous night.

"God…" he moaned against her neck. "C´mon, Em," he purred trying to make her come.

Emma had forced herself to reach something close to a release. She could do it. And it had been lame. And she had hated herself for not being able to enjoy it. For not giving him the pleasure he deserved. Will was passionate as always. She cursed herself and her body, for the absence of signals or reactions. What was wrong with her?

-xx-

"How's everything going, Emma," Dr. Begler asked.

"Good…" she responded smiling. Still, Dr. Begler noticed by her body language there was something on her mind so she remained silent waiting for Emma to continue. "Uhm," she began. "Ok, there's something else, but it's something I'm feeling. Well, uhm, it's something I'm doing… Actually is something I'm not doing."

"I don't understand."

"It's about… uhm… sex." That last part was almost unintelligible.

"What's going on?"

"I don't think I'm, uhm, keeping up with him." Her cheeks were flushing red.

"When did you notice this for the first time?"

"Like 10 days ago. We got really drunk and well… we had a great night." Her eyes widened and her cheeks grew redder. "I believe it was the best we've ever had."

"That's good, Emma-"

"I got," she continued, not believing what she was about to say. "Very loud…"

"Do you think that's a problem?"

"I don't know. Since that night… something's not working with me, with my body. I'm trying, I really am. I love him but I don't know what else to do… and my mum, she keeps on calling me." Emma was rambling, like every time she had many concerns. She couldn't focus on one problem at a time. She just vomited everything out of her.

"Ok, let's cut that into parts. Something's not working with your body?" Emma shook her head, panic showing all over her face. "Have you been taking the pill?" She nodded. "Since when?"

"Two weeks ago," she muttered. "I know I'm supposed to use another extra protection until the hormones are acting in me."

"Ok, I was just checking if there was a chance you might have had a delay in your period. Let´s just start talking about your mother. How do you feel about her permanent calls?"

"I don't know," she said sheepishly. "She has always been… well, she was a loving mother—but, she has always been, uhm, kind of a faultfinder when it comes to me, to me decisions, to my relationships… But she keeps insisting she misses me and I do too and I really miss my father and my brother. My mum was one of the reasons I left Virginia, and even when she was very sweet with me she was also very critical about my, uhm, condition." She referenced to her OCD. "And to be honest, gosh this is gonna sound terrible, I felt relief when I came. But I'd like to see her too." She was very ambivalent about her feeling for her mother. Anyone who would have listened to her, would have said that.

"Well Emma, I can't tell you what to do. You'll figure it out. Maybe you just need to take some time to think about it. When things with Will get better."

Dr. Begler sent her a sympathetic smile. She gave Emma a few moments to calm down and then she continued. "What did you mean when you said something was wrong with your body?"

"It's like… the connection between my feelings and my body's broken. He's noticed of course, but I can't seem to find," Emma interrupted herself. Her eyes were shiny. She rubbed the border of her skirt.

"He told you-?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no." She interrupted, shaking her head nervously. "But I can feel there's something missing from my side . He's doing everything right. It's me. It's always me-" Emma started sobbing quietly. She always did that. She always tried to dominate her concerns until she snapped.

"I know this might sound weird, but what pills are you taking?" Emma handed over the box. "Did you get these from the pharmacy?" She nodded.

"Those are the most consumed," she explained, drying her tears away.

"Yes, and also the strongest ones. Maybe your body isn't tolerating the hormones very well. I'm going to give you a prescription for another laboratory, ok? But still, I want to know. How do you feel with the noises you told me about?"

Emma blushed intensively. "Uhm I… I don't know… I got so so embarrassed when he told me he didn't know I could do that. I don't know if I can do it again."

"You know, alcohol unleashes something hidden inside ourselves. Obviously that was hidden in you."

"Yes," Emma confessed. "I know that."

"How do you feel about that?"

"Surprised," Emma admitted. "Embarrassed… It doesn't feel… like me," she said, avoiding Dr. Begler´s eyes.

"Embarrassed?"

"Well, no… That's not really the word."

"You need to confront yourself with sexuality, Emma." Dr. Begler let her know.
"It's obvious you want to enjoy yourself and make him feel good, but there's something inside you holding you back. You have no idea how much you've progressed since you first walked through that door. Allow yourself to enjoy the moments you spend with Will. Step by step, ok?"

Emma nodded gratefully. She needed to hear those words from someone and since she hadn't talked to Will, Dr. Begler provided her the support she needed to converse with him and start getting her issues under control.

-xx-

After the last session, which felt like a month long, Emma got to her condo feeling positive. She was certain changing pills and figuring out what she was going to do about her mother would help her to unlock what was holding her back. And yes, she was feeling unlike her lately, but she also discovered a new side of herself. A new side she could have never imagined. A side willing to enjoy sex, love and passion. After all, her drunken sex night with Will had been the most intense they had ever experienced. Why was she so uptight about it? It was Will, for God's sake!

Emma's thoughts were cut off when the phone rang that night.

"Em, hi!" Will greeted her. "How are you?" He couldn't hide the concern in his voice. He had a point, after all. They had been apart for the last few days. Not physically, but emotionally. Something was different and he sensed that.

"Hey, Will," She was glad to hear his voice, listening to him made her realized how much she had missed him. How much she loved him. "I'm ok, just a little sleepy. Can I, uhm, see you tonight? I'd like to talk to you." He then remained silent, fearing the worst and she added. "Nothing's wrong."

Will giggled. "Sure, I'll see you at 8."

Later that night, Will walked into Emma's condo with dinner, looking as handsome as always. He kissed her gently and they enjoyed their company together. After they ate a delicious lasagna, Will had served two glasses of wine and sat on the couch, expectant. He had no idea what did Emma want to talk about.

"Will, don't look at me like that, please." She teased him, trying to break the ice. "I told you I'm not breaking up with you."

"I know," He chuckled. "But still, I'm kinda worried. What's going on?"

Emma took a sit next to him, breathing deeply. Trying not to vomit her words as she used to do. "I´m worried, Will," she managed to find the right words. "I feel I'm not, uhm, ok with my body, with my sensations… I know you noticed it last night." Her cheeks were tinted red. "I want to be with you like before." She was struggling not to burst into tears. "Like when we could sleep together-"

"Em" Will cut her off. "It's ok-"

"No, Will, it's not ok." She couldn't take it anymore. A sorrowed cry escaped her lips. "I know you told me you liked some things I do when we're together, but…something's holding me back. What if I can't do it again? I want to, Will, believe me. I-"

"Em, stop it," he said gently, smiling tenderly as he brushed her hair off her face. "I love you, do you love me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then, what makes you think we won't get over this?" Her eyes were glossy but a sheepish smile appeared on her mouth, "I know there's something on your mind, troubling you, and that's probably one of the reasons you feel like this. But Emma, I'm going to do everything I can to help you. To make you feel yourself again. Would you let me?"

She practically threw herself into his arms. Holding him tightly, kissing his cheek and neck as she murmured incoherent words against his ear. She couldn't believe she was so lucky to have him in her life.

-xx-

The next few weeks passed incredibly slowly for them. The absence of plans what so ever in their schedules made for their holidays incredibly relaxed and untroubled.

After their talk, Will had decided he would take implicit control over the situation, like the time they had started dating. He knew Emma was having some difficulties when it came to sex. He also knew she wasn't a woman who usually asked for it and if she did she was incredibly subtle about it. He loved that about her. But maybe one of the ways to unleash what was hidden inside her was teasing her.

His plan was exceptionally efficient after a couple of days of putting his idea in motion. Kisses would become more passionate and desperate as nights passed, but kisses was all she got from him. Hot and moist kisses and hungry touches were everything Emma knew for the next couple of days.

One night, Will's strategy concretized unexpectedly. After having a calm dinner, they watched a movie together and in the middle of the plot their make out session had become as intense as usual. He tried to back off, to stick with his initial idea, but Emma intended to keep going. She realized how much she wanted to please him and the fact that he was doing his best to help her, only encouraged her more.

"Are you sure?" he asked her with hesitation. "Em I-"

"I'm sure." She planted a single kiss on his lips. "I… I want you, Will." she admitted shyly. "I want us to be together."

With that said, he carried her light body to the bedroom. And with all the tenderness he had, Will kissed her smoothly. She parted her lips, allowing the entrance he hadn't requested yet and their lips danced together. She tasted him over and over again, never getting tired of him. She couldn't possible get tired of his kisses, of the feeling of his body pressing against hers.

He made sweet love to her that night. His movements were firm but slow, just like the first time they had sleep together. He could only be gentle with her in that moment because he knew she had been feeling vulnerable. Will was finding it hard to show her how much he wanted her to regain the confidence she had lost in the last weeks. The only way to demonstrate it was locking his eyes with hers during every moment of their encounter. They reached a steady mantra almost right away, their breathing mixed upon each other's mouths.

Unpredictably Emma was purring his name with every push he made. Her orgasm was gradually building up. It was something he wasn't expecting to happen that fast. But it was and Will was delighted of hearing his name escaping from her lips. He repeatedly murmured how much he loved her, how much he desired her. His words were a natural aphrodisiac for her and for the first time in the last weeks, Emma reached her release. Her body convulsing under Will's weight and her mouth wide open in a silence gasp. He came inside her almost immediately, breathing irregularly.

"I love you, Will," she muttered embracing his strong body. "I… You made me so so happy…"

"I love you too, Em." He stroked her cheeks warmly, "I'm glad you could make it." He winked at her. "And let me tell you. Your boyfriend´s evil plan worked out."

"What?" Emma giggled staring at him, "You- what evil plan?"

"Well, I was kinda expecting to work out your appetite with all those make out sessions we had the past few days." He laughed again and Emma joined him.

"My boyfriend is a smarty pants, after all!" She teased him, looking surprised. "Thank your parents for your brain, Will." She continued playing with him. "Really."

"You have some nerves!" Will laughed loudly tickling her waist, causing her to twitch and try to escape from his grip. "I got you, little teaser. You can't get away!"

"Please, please!" Emma begged between giggles. He ended his torture, but didn't let go her.

"Only if you promise," he pressed a single kiss on her forehead. "We will never stop-" His mouth moved to her temple. "working-" and then to her lips."Things out". He stared at her, caressing her hipbone.

"Ok, I promise." She sighed, pretending to be resigned. Then she giggled and hugged him tighter. "I promise," she repeated, serious this time