Okay so this is really short. And random. But anyways, I hope you like it. It's sort of an alternate scene from "May I Have This Dance?" when Emma is getting dressed for Prom. Kind of just pure smut ;)
"Now come on, put on your dress, we're gonna be late," Will said with a smile.
Emma leaned in to give Will a warm embrace, sighing in his strong arms. She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, enjoying his warmth.
Then she stood up and walked over to the other side of the bedroom, where the closet was. She stood facing the closet, feeling Will's eyes on the back of her head. She had never gotten undressed in front of Will before. She had wanted to, of course she had, but she was terribly embarrassed of her body. No one aside from her parents had ever seen her fully naked. Emma was extremely afraid that Will would take one look at her scrawny, pathetic excuse for a body and be hugely disappointed.
But tonight, Emma felt different. She loved Will more than anything, and she trusted him with her life. It was silly, she knew. Getting undressed in front of her fiancé should be a common, everyday thing. It shouldn't be such a big deal, and she shouldn't think of it as such a big step. But she did, and she couldn't help it.
Placing the pink dress on the outside of the closet door on its hanger, Emma stared at it as she hesitantly put her fingers on her skirt zipper and tugged the zipper down. The fabric loosened around her waist immediately, begging her to take it off of her body. She obliged, and slid the pencil skirt down her long legs, daintily stepping out of it and placing it folded on the bed behind her, avoiding eye contact with Will.
Will watched her, letting out a long, inaudible breath. Her lacy black underwear hugged the small curve of her behind perfectly, and he couldn't help but admire her long, slender legs. When she moved her legs, the muscles on her calves flexed slightly and he couldn't take his eyes off of her subtly toned, womanly legs.
Slowly, Emma took a deep breath and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. She shyly turned her head around to look at Will; he blushed and quickly looked away, pretending to look down at his phone.
Dammit Will, he said to himself. Why do you have to be such a creep? No wonder she doesn't want to have sex with you…
Emma noticed Will's alluring, slightly darkened eyes on her when she looked at him. But she wasn't creeped out by it. Not in the least bit. On the contrary, she thought it was sweet and she felt flattered. She had never thought of her body as anything but, well, a body, and Will's facial expression begged to differ. And she liked it.
Moving her hand a little more confidently, Emma unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, slipping her arms out of it and laying the insignificant cloth next to her skirt. The dark lace of her bra matched her panties. Biting her lip, she reached her hands back to unclip the bra, letting the straps fall down her arms, tossing it onto the bed on top of the rest of her clothes.
Will physically could not stop himself from peeking back up at her, in awe of her smooth, pale back.
Pretending Will wasn't sitting on the bed a few feet behind her, Emma raised her arms to her head and slid the hair tie out of her soft voluminous hair and shook her head slightly, running her fingers through her hair, combing through the auburn locks.
Will could just barely see the small curve of her milky white breast from the angle she was standing at. Even though her back was to him, the side of the smooth, perfect mound peeked out at him, making Will's mouth dry and his pants noticeably tighter.
Emma's soft hair tickled her bare shoulders and she subtly turned her head to the side, her eyes trained downwards. Through her peripheral vision Emma looked at Will, who was looking back at her with lust. She stood there for a few seconds that felt like an eternity.
Will sat on the bed. His joints were frozen stiff. Was this really happening? Was Emma 98% naked in front of him, visibly teasing him with her gorgeous body?
And nothing happened. Emma was… disappointed? She didn't know. It was all so confusing. What did she even expect…? She had no idea. But she couldn't deny that through the smorgasbord of emotions she was dizzily feeling, disappointed was one of the primary ones, for whatever reason. She reached her arm out to take the pink dress off of the hanger, but she never touched the velvety fabric.
Because Will was there.
Out of nowhere.
He was there behind her, touching her arm, gently guiding it down, away from the malicious dress that would only be clothed on her body, covering her most beautiful, dazzling features.
"Emma…" he whispered into her ear. "You are so beautiful…"
He gently brushed her hair off of her left shoulder, gathering it to her other shoulder with his strong hand. Taking Emma's hands in his own, he hugged her from behind and slowly kissed her bare neck.
Emma closed her eyes, enveloped in Will's warmth. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she didn't shy away.
He planted more soft kisses on Emma's warm neck and shoulder, his tongue running up to her ear, gently sucking on her earlobe. This was a sensation Emma had never experienced, and she let out a ragged sigh of pleasure.
"Will…" Emma's high voice temporarily stopped Will's kisses. "We're… we're gonna be late for prom…"
"I don't care" Will continued to kiss her, inspiring a blissful smile from Emma. It felt so amazing…
Before Emma knew it, Will's hands were slowly leaving Emma's and snaking up her torso. They rested high on her ribcage, pausing, even though both Will and Emma knew where their destination was.
Will's thoughts, clouded with arousal and lust, were obstructed with questions and concerns, wondering if Emma was ready for this next step.
Almost as if reading Will's mind, Emma breathed, "Touch me, Will."
Will's eyes widened at Emma's thick, lustful whisper, and he blinked, not sure if he had been dreaming.
Again, that deep, throaty whisper.
"Touch me. Please. I wanna be dirty, Will."
Turned on beyond his wildest imagination, Will needed no more coaxing. His hands traveled to Emma's breasts, and as soon as they made contact, both parties let out soft moans.
Will slowly massaged her soft mounds, just as he had dreamed of doing for years. His fingers ran over her hardened nipples, and he again started up his feather kisses along her neck, moving to her jaw line, kissing her cheek lovingly.
Once again, Emma's eyes closed involuntarily with delight and sheer pleasure, and her breaths grew short and ragged. Moving her hands down Will's arms, they ended up on top of his hands, coaxing them along on her pallid breasts.
After a while, Emma turned her body around and crashed her lips onto Will's, throwing her arms around his neck. Will kissed her back with an equal passion. He could feel her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, and he moaned into the kiss, moving his hands across her back.
Their lips moved in perfect unison, it was the longest make-out session they had ever had, until finally Emma pulled away, giving Will one last peck on his swollen lips covered in her red lipstick.
She hugged him, resting her head on his chest, bring her arms down from his neck to hug his waist.
"We really should get going," she murmured with a smile, grateful for the excuse to stop. She loved being intimate with Will in that way, and it gave her sensations all over her body that she couldn't even begin to explain, but she was still afraid. It was inevitable. She looked up into his puppy-dog eyes and kissed his nose softly, staying in his arms a little while longer.
Will knew what was going on. And he expected it. But the couple had never done anything like what had just happened before, and Will was beyond grateful for the huge step forward. He knew there would be many more to come.