Fanfic: 4 Times Emma was covered in Cake and 1 Time Will was there to see it (R)
Emma was never a big cake person. In fact, she would rather if cake not exist. She had some bad run-ins with cake.
When she turned four her mother baked a cake and left it on the counter. Emma was a curious child and always wanted to get into things. Her mother always told her no but Emma that just meant that she had to try harder to outsmart her. So when Emma saw the white cake, frosted she had no choice but to investigate.
She didn’t know how to use a ladder but she knew how pull open a drawer and put her foot in so she did. She got a little more height and suddenly she could see it. Her chubby fingers grazed the frosting and she shoved them in her mouth, tasting the vanilla. On her tippy toes she reached further and was able to bring the cake closer and closer until it came crashing down on top of her, the pan knocking her in the head and the fluffy cake with frosting falling all over her hair and clothes.
The next thing she remembers is crying loudly, her mother coming, wiping her face and throwing her in the tub. She remembers the cake being moist and gooey and she still thinks she has a bump on her head from the pan.
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When she was sixteen she had all her friends over for her birthday. It was a quiet affair where they listened to music and watched The Breakfast Club. Her mother insisted on baking a cake even though Emma told her it wasn’t cool. But her mother did accommodate her no dairy request and even bought Lactaid ice cream to the groans of her friends. Emma knew they just didn’t understand.
When they sat down to sing Emma did feel a little bit like a child but it was fun all the same. She blew out the candles and watched as her friends cut up the cake, leaving very little for her. As they ate it Emma realized how much they didn’t like it, putting it down and some of them even spitting it out.
It hurt Emma but she was glad her mother didn’t see it. It was then as she took a bite that she felt the cold sting of wet fluff on her neck. When she looked around she saw all her friends were using the cake as ammo and pelting each other with it. Before she could stop them, they were in full force, throwing it at each other and her, causing the cake to hit in her in the eyes and on her nice new shirt.
When she screamed at them to stop and they did, she realized she had been crying, embarrassed and humiliated. All her friends laughed and told her to get a life. They left soon after and Emma spent the evening showering all the cake off and scrubbing the frosting out of the rug. When her mother came to help her Emma shooed her away and told her she was too tired to speak.
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Emma had turned 21 and her three college friends invited her out. She didn’t want to go but it was her birthday and marked a important year in her life. She entered the bar and ordered a mixed drink and told herself that’s all she was going to have.
Her friends encouraged her to chat up a cute guy and when she tried, he walked away calling her strange. Upset and confused, her friends bought her three more drinks. Emma didn’t know what was in them but they tasted good. Soon she found herself stumbling and dizzy. Her friends took her by the hand and led her out of the bar putting her in a taxi.
When they arrived back at the apartment, a cake was sitting on the table, not dairy free. Her friends dragged her to the table and sat her down. Emma remembered a camera but she couldn’t remember much else only that she was very tired.
When they put a piece of cake in front of her and put the fork in her hand she remembered a flash and then the cold, wet smell of milk and chocolate. In the background she could hear laughter and when her friends carried her to her room, she laid down, feeling a little better.
The next morning she awoke to her head throbbing, sticky lips and eyes. When she turned to look at the clock she instead found a Polaroid of her face down in cake. Horrified she quickly sat up and ran to the bathroom, washing her face four times and taking three showers. When her friends saw her behavior they told her she was insane.
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When Emma finished her student teaching she went out with her parents to celebrate. After she turned 21 she told no one about her birthday and her parents understood. They went to a nice restaurant and had a glass of wine. Her father gave her a gift certificate and her mother gave her some books. When they left the restaurant Emma went back to her apartment.
The apartment was dark when she entered and she felt like she hit something on her way to turn on the light. When she flipped the switch she heard yells and cheers which caused her to freak out and fall straight down into the cake next to her. Her brand new dress and headband were covered in frosting and bits of sprinkles.
Everyone stood there, with her brother helping her up. When he told her he wanted to surprise her she told him thank you in a quiet voice and without another word, went to the bathroom to shower and change.
When she emerged many minutes later, everyone had left except her brother and his wife who helped her clean up. He apologized many times to which Emma accepted. That night she spent reading her mother’s books and made an appointment to see someone.
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Emma sat in the back of the room watching Will cut the cake. She knew better then to get close to cake. Will bought them a cake to celebrate the end of the school year for the Glee kids. They each got their piece and when Will offered, she declined and he realized it wasn’t dairy free.
“Oh Em, I’m sorry. I didn’t event think, how stupid.” She gently ‘responded, “Oh no Will. It’s fine, more for the kids.”
He smiled and when all the kids went home for the day, there was still a good amount of cake left. The two of them sat quietly in the choir room.
“Wow, I guess I bought too much.” She chuckled and got up to follow him. The cake was quite big and there was still a decent size portion left. He turned to her. “Well this is going to the teacher’s café. It will get eaten quickly.” She nodded and handed him a few plates to put pieces on.
When he finally divided it all up, there was 6 plates full of cake. Knowing fully well she couldn’t watch him carry that back and forth down the hall, she offered to help even though she didn’t want to.
“Will, I’ll help carry some of that for you.” He smiled and licked his fingers clean. Even though he wasn’t using wipes, she wouldn’t have minded touching him. “Thanks. I’ll take these two and if you don’t mind, taking those.” He pointed to the smaller piles and she complied.
Gently she lifted them in each hand and she knew he was watching her. She smiled and mouthed she was all right. He took the lead and when they reached the hallway they walked side by side talking about the summer.
As they reached the doorway Emma was proud she did so well. But before she could congratulate herself, she felt herself trip on the uneven floor tile in the floor she forgot about, sending cake flying in the air and landing all over her. She gasped at the cold as she was hunched over.
Quickly she felt Will’s hands on her arm. “Oh my god, Emma are you all right?” His eyes were right across from hers filled with concern and fear. She shook her head, smelling the stench of whipped cream and sugar all over her hair and blouse.
Then she felt the tears trickle and he seemed to notice before she did. “Oh it’s all right sweetie.” She felt his strong arms helping her to stand and she could smell chocolate chips on his clothes as he gently removed pieces of cake from her hair.
“Ok, let’s go to the bathroom and wash off, ok?” She nodded and he gently led her down towards the faculty bathroom. He opened the door for her, still keeping one hand around her waist as she felt very unsteady.
Her breaths were uneven as he led her to the sink, turning on the hot water and pulling paper towels. She could hear his confident voice over the sounds of water. “It’s ok Em, just breathe ok.”
She wanted to tell him about her cake incidents and how cake seemed to be her arch enemy. He probably thought it was the mess that set her of. Through broken breaths and tone she was able to voice her feelings. “I don’t like cake. Always gets on me.” She felt the warm paper towel on her leg and his voice low and steady. “I know the feeling. Don’t get me near pasta sauce.”
His recognition and assurance with his own food battles caused her to laugh through the tears. She felt her breath catch up and her heart calm. Then suddenly felt warm all over. When she looked down she could see he was gently rubbing her leg, removing some frosting. All the sudden she felt her stomach flip and her legs quiver.
“Ok, your legs look good. Let me see if you have any on your arms.” He stood and she watched as he looked her all over, his eyes lingering on her breast area and then her neck. Her heart started to beat fast and she could feel tingles. Her fear and embarrassment had turned to want in a matter of moments.
She watched him take another paper towel and soak it with warm water. Then gently he stood in front of her gently saying, “You have a little on your…” He stopped and gently moved his hand towards her neck as he gently wiped the white stuff off the side. He didn’t do it too hard and when he moved the paper towel away; his mouth lingered near the spot. She felt his breath on it and she had goose bumps everywhere on her skin. Gently she closed her eyes.
Suddenly she felt something warmer and wetter than a paper towel on her neck. She sighed deeply and felt herself melt into the floor. His tongue was magic and before she could fully appreciate his talents, her neck grew cold and the paper towel was even colder by her ear.
His voice was low, “Sorry, I just couldn’t get the paper towel…” She didn’t care what he had to say only that he needed to keep doing it. She replied, “Thank you.”
And then he was away from her again, gently rubbing the cake off her elbow and forearms. When she opened her eyes he was over the sink, putting some soap on a paper towel. Gently he moved back to her and before he could place it on her arms, she stopped him. “Will, um, that soap, isn’t good.” He looked up and she saw the desire in his eyes.
What she really wanted was for him to touch her some more. He made her feel safe and comfortable in the midst of the chaos and fear she always felt. This was no exception.
“Will, I…” She stopped herself and watched him drop the paper towel in the sink and gently put his hands on her hips, pushing her gently towards the sink. His face was again inches from hers and she could hear his ragged breaths and the warmth of his mouth. Then without any warning, he was kissing he, his mouth quickly found hers and she quickly could feel herself floating. His hands were on her back, gently lifting up her blouse, touching her skin underneath.
She gasped in his mouth as his tongue found every part of her. She could taste the vanilla frosting and the irony of loving it wasn’t lost on her. When they broke for air, she felt his tongue move to her earlobe, licking around it. She panted and threaded her fingers through his hair, wanting to do that since the day she met him.
Then just as suddenly as he was licking that sensitive part of her, he released his arms from her, pulling back, causing her to almost fall forward.
His hands were her hair, pulling out crumbs and following the trail of frosting from the tip of her hair strands to the very end. She laughed a little inside, feeling his hands all over her hair but being gentle enough not to hurt her. She could tell he still was reeling and she too.
And there was nothing to say she would stop him if he wanted to take her on the bathroom floor. His voice was a low whisper as he pulled out a few more crumbs. “Em, I don’t want to compromise our friendship.”
She saw him stop and flick the crumbs in the sink and then look at her. Gently she put a hand on his cheek and replied, “You could never do that. You have meant more to me then anyone. “ And then his hand was on hers and he smiled slightly.
“God Emma, why hasn’t a man ever wanted you before?” His comment along with his previous actions made her feel all warm again. She blushed and watched as he gently lifted the front of her blouse, running a hand along her flat stomach. She gasped at the contact and then felt the other hand slip up towards her bra, tracing fingers along the bottom. She leaned into him slightly and replied with all the strength she had, “No one is you.”
And just like that his lips were back on hers, kissing her lightly and then demanding more. She complied and let him take over every part of her body. One hand was cupping her breast, the other was by her the front of her skirt.
When his mouth left hers he dragged it down the front of her neck to which she threw it back to allow him full access. She could feel every inch of her on fire with her insides flipping and churning with need. She knew she wasn’t the average American woman with all her quirks and issues but damn if she didn’t have needs and wants. She like every other woman woke up in cold sweats panting and gasping, the warmth between her legs impossible to ignore and powerless to stop. It always starred Will, 150% every night.
She could hear the licking and wow did he know what to do. When his tongue made its way between her breasts she knew she wanted it all. In the school bathroom, under horrible lights, vanilla covered hair and creamy yellow cake crumbs, Will Schuester was going to give her the best ride of her life.
When her body became steady again, he gently, still licking and feeling her up, moved her back towards the sink. There was no good place to prop her and Emma knew that was a problem. She ran her hands through his hair and then placed her hands on his shoulders for balance.
One of his hands stroked her back and the other at the front of her skirt, moved to side to find the zipper. When she opened her eyes, he was leaning into her and he could feel him hard on top of her. It sent a thrill unlike any other she ever knew and as he finished licking between her breasts, he took a breath and she heard the sound of a zipper.
His hands were on her hips again and when he moved his mouth up to meet hers, she could hear the desire, yet restraint. “Tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”
She nodded no and they kissed again, this time she bit his bottom lip gently knowing she was more than serious. He pulled her closer to him, her breasts crashing against his shirt and her legs sliding in between his. She felt dizzy and she thought she would fall if he wasn’t supporting her so strongly.
One hand had moved again to her back, lifting her shirt up all the way, exposing her bra clasp. Emma was lucky that she chose a simple but elegant bra for the school day. With expert fingers he unclasped it and it fell loosely on her shoulders.
He smelled of cookies and cologne and his muscles moved with every movement. Taking the chance that he wouldn’t mind, she un-tucked his shirt, pulling at it every so slowly. One of his hands was cupping her breast, now exposed under her shirt, kneading it gently.
She gasped again into his mouth as he gently kept his other hand on her back so she wouldn’t slip on the porcelain sink onto the floor. Her skirt was loosely around her waist but neither of them made movement to pull it down.
With nervous hands she lifted up his shirt and like he, felt his stomach. It was all muscle and power. She felt her legs quiver and shake at the fact that this was hers for the taking. It was almost too much to process and then he was pinching one of her nipples gently. She thought she was going to die of need.
In between her legs she could feel that warm sensation and it was wonderful and scary. And then she felt the pinch of the same nipple again and his voice was husky and breathless as he stopped nibbling her ear. “I wanna touch you. You know to make sure there’s no frosting to clean off.”
She took a deep breath and nodded, wanting to laugh at his comment but knowing fully well that it was serious. Well for her anyway. It would be the first time anyone touched her and she hoped he didn’t know that.
Scared and excited she replied, “Ok.” Her eyes closed again as she felt him remove his hand from her breast and trace a line down from the middle of her stomach to the to of her skirt. With the zipper already down, he gently pulled a few times to get it over her hips. It came nice and lose and she felt cold rush towards her legs.
Goose bumps appeared quickly and she felt him trace circles on the inside of her thighs, causing her to gasp in response. His hand hovered around the sides of her being and she thought she was going to die of want. When finally, with her silent pleas in her head answered, he gently slipped a finger inside.
Her brain went to mush, her skin felt like pudding and her whole self felt like falling into a hole of pleasure. She felt the pulse down below and wondered if that part of her had a heartbeat.
Gently he added another and she wondered if it was possible for it to get any better. Now she could hear the cries outside of her mind and she thought it was pretty weird to be crying out like a baby for something that was so not childish.
His fingers were barely touching her and yet she felt he was touching her all over. It felt so good and so right that she wondered how it could ever be wrong. Even here in the most unromantic circumstances she felt like a princess because he was her Prince.
When she heard his voice again it sounded far away and low. Her body was on overdrive, so sensitive to everything and especially his gifted hands. “You’re going to feel some pressure. But it will feel really good.” When she digested that information maybe he did know about her inexperience but she dismissed it as soon as she felt the pressure deep below. She kept gasping as she tried to find her breath.
And then she saw stars and some kind of bright light as she cried out. And then she felt his warm tongue all over her mouth again and she relaxed. She felt liquid pouring out of her every pore and she realized it was sweat and heat. She felt his fingers still inside her and her insides were pulsing again; his fingers seemed to beat along, like music.
As he dragged his mouth away he bit her lip this time causing her to sigh as he didn’t do it very hard. He rested her forehead on hers, his eyes dark and lustful. She saw a hint of a smile.
His hands now rested on her bare hips as she leaned heavy against the sink.
“If only you were completely covered in cake from head to toe.” She laughed at his comment and gently kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
He smiled and helped her clean up a little bit more. When they left the bathroom it was late and they had to clean up the rest of the cake that was on the floor.
When they finished he walked her to her car, helping her in. Before he closed the door he looked at her for a moment. “Hey Em, when’s your birthday?”
She smiled and put her keys in the ignition starting the car. “It’s tomorrow. “
He laughed and nodded. “All right. I’ll bring cake after school.”
Emma looked at him seriously. “My place, after Glee.”
His eyes went dark as he leaned down to kiss her. “Can’t wait.”
He closed her door and watched her drive away. Emma left the parking lot with a smile on her face, knowing she finally could be happy about getting cake all over.
END
Ok, so yeah, good or just really not??