Fic: Deep in the Dark (Will/Emma, PG)
Title: Deep in the Dark
Author: vlegal
Rating: PG
Pairing: Will/Emma
Summary: Now he was intrigued.
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are the property of Fox and Ryan Murphy. I intend no rights infringement.
Author's Note: Just something that was half written a year ago and found its other half last night.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Were you watching me sleep?” Not that he minded. Waking up to Emma’s warm eyes gazing at him from the next pillow while her fingers drew patterns on his chest was…Will didn’t even know what it was, it was so amazing.
“Yes.”
“And? How did I do?”
“You were spectacular. One of the best performances I’ve seen.” How on earth did he keep himself breathing when she smiled like that? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be creepy. I was just…watching. And thinking.”
Will shifted closer to her on the bed, bringing his head onto her pillow. He loved this. He loved her. He loved having random conversations with her at 3 o’clock in the morning, limbs still feeling like jello from making love to her hours before, her hands absently wandering over his body and her eyes following.
“Thinking what?”
“Nothing. It’s really shallow.”
Now he was intrigued. Emma Pillsbury was anything but shallow. This had to be good. “Thinking what?” he whispered conspiratorially.
She looked at him with a shy smile. “I was just…looking at you and I was thinking…” her hand stroked down over his abs and stomach, “you’re just so insanely beautiful. And you want to be with me. I never really thought that would be possible for someone like me. A man as incredible as you wants me, even after…everything.” The way she leaned forward and began kissing his chest would normally have made his eyes roll back in his head. But something she’d said troubled him.
“Hey,” he called to her softly. She had kissed a little further down his torso, lips pressing over his stomach in no particular pattern. Part of him longed to just let her have her way with him. But he knew that wouldn’t be as much fun if his mind was preoccupied. He ran a hand up the back of her neck, trying to get her attention. “Hey,” he tried again. She turned her head to look at him, cheek resting by his navel. He let his fingers migrate from her neck to her jaw. “C’mere,” he coaxed.
Another few pecks across his abs, warm, wet lips lingering over his nipple for a moment - he had to close his eyes at that one - and Emma made her way back up his body. She settled back to where she’d been beside him on the pillow, but kept her eyes downcast.
“What do you mean ‘after everything’?” he asked quietly. It was hard to see her face in the dark, but he noticed her blink slowly, taking a deep breath.
“Everything I’ve done. Leaving you. Pushing you away. Hurting you.” Her hand had slid up his torso and rested over the left side of his chest, fingers kneading his heart briefly. “You would have been well within your rights to move on. It’s not like you don’t turn heads,” she chuckled lightly.
“Emma,” he breathed. They’d been over this. Multiple times. Hashed it out until it was…well, just that. Hashed. He knew what heads she was referring to, and she knew that was nothing but a short-lived distraction from missing her. He had had similar insecurities, nervous that he could never measure up to the flossed and polished perfection of his past competition. But his fears had ebbed into nothing as he learned that her love for him was just as deep as his. Both had apologized for the hurt caused, reveled in each other’s acceptance, and moved forward together. That had been over a year ago. So why was she worrying about these things now?
“I know, I know,” she shook her head against the pillow. Her hair tickled his chin, leaving him no choice but to bury his nose in it. The fingers on his chest flexed again, testing that he was still there. “Sometimes I just think….god, I almost lost you.”
“Not possible,” he said reflexively.
“Yes, possible,” she whispered. “I pushed you away for so long. And I’m not always entirely sure I deserved to get you back.”
“I know what that feels like,” he sighed. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her hair again.
“I know we’ve been together for a while now, but I still wonder sometimes. I wake up and I wonder if I’m still going to lose you. If something’s going to take you away. Because of everything.”
Will couldn’t define the feeling in his chest just then. His heart was either breaking, or swelling so large it was cracking some ribs. He knew exactly what Emma was describing. It was a wanting, a deep, basic need to be with the other person, no matter what. And the fear that came with that need sometimes, the fear that she might disappear somehow, he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t woken him up on occasion. It wasn’t a question of trust, or worry that someone would give up and leave. It was knowing that they’d tempted fate and won, and wondering if something cosmic wouldn’t still jump out to get them.
He brought his hand to her face in the darkness and ran his thumb over her lips. She pursed them and kissed the finger. He ached to reassure her. Let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere, cosmos be damned.
“What if there was something, some sort of reminder, that tells people I’m yours?”
Emma laughed lightly, her breath puffing against his neck. “You mean like an ‘I Heart Emma Pillsbury’ sandwich board? That could be cute, but don’t you think it’ll distract your students?”
He laughed too and poked her ribs briefly before twisting around behind him. It was an awkward angle, but he was able to snake his hand under the corner of the mattress. The little lump had grown familiar under his side of the bed, and he was always hyper aware of it. He’d planned and imagined and plotted, but he never expected the perfect moment to present itself quite so obviously as now.
The only light seeping into the room from the streetlight outside bathed Emma in shadows as Will turned back towards her. Not much could be made out in the silhouettes, so he sought out her hands under the covers. He pressed the open box to her palms and closed his hands around hers. He closed his eyes and brought his face closer to hers as he felt her fingers explored the object briefly and then freeze.
“It’s not quite a sandwich board. And I would have gotten one for myself, but you know how I get distracted by sparkly things.” He felt the curve of her smile twitch against the corner of his mouth. “So I figured maybe you could wear it. So people know I’m yours.” Emma took in a shuddering breath, fingers moving again to tangle with his as he managed to slip the ring onto her left hand.
“Marry me,” he breathed against her lips.
The words were barely released from his mouth before she caught them with her own, kissing him fervently. Much like how he absorbed her ‘Yes’ between kisses, repeated over and over. He was pretty sure she felt the same shift he did. It’s not that the ring changed anything. It’s not that they were in need of proof that they belonged to each other. That if anything or anyone tried to separate them, now or ever, it would be utterly unsuccessful. But, like he said, a little reminder, to tell the world and anyone interested of what they’d overcome? Something that glittered and sparkled and told the powers that be to back off?
That wasn’t shallow. Not shallow at all.
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Feedback appreciated. I always love hearing from you :)
Author: vlegal
Rating: PG
Pairing: Will/Emma
Summary: Now he was intrigued.
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are the property of Fox and Ryan Murphy. I intend no rights infringement.
Author's Note: Just something that was half written a year ago and found its other half last night.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Were you watching me sleep?” Not that he minded. Waking up to Emma’s warm eyes gazing at him from the next pillow while her fingers drew patterns on his chest was…Will didn’t even know what it was, it was so amazing.
“Yes.”
“And? How did I do?”
“You were spectacular. One of the best performances I’ve seen.” How on earth did he keep himself breathing when she smiled like that? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be creepy. I was just…watching. And thinking.”
Will shifted closer to her on the bed, bringing his head onto her pillow. He loved this. He loved her. He loved having random conversations with her at 3 o’clock in the morning, limbs still feeling like jello from making love to her hours before, her hands absently wandering over his body and her eyes following.
“Thinking what?”
“Nothing. It’s really shallow.”
Now he was intrigued. Emma Pillsbury was anything but shallow. This had to be good. “Thinking what?” he whispered conspiratorially.
She looked at him with a shy smile. “I was just…looking at you and I was thinking…” her hand stroked down over his abs and stomach, “you’re just so insanely beautiful. And you want to be with me. I never really thought that would be possible for someone like me. A man as incredible as you wants me, even after…everything.” The way she leaned forward and began kissing his chest would normally have made his eyes roll back in his head. But something she’d said troubled him.
“Hey,” he called to her softly. She had kissed a little further down his torso, lips pressing over his stomach in no particular pattern. Part of him longed to just let her have her way with him. But he knew that wouldn’t be as much fun if his mind was preoccupied. He ran a hand up the back of her neck, trying to get her attention. “Hey,” he tried again. She turned her head to look at him, cheek resting by his navel. He let his fingers migrate from her neck to her jaw. “C’mere,” he coaxed.
Another few pecks across his abs, warm, wet lips lingering over his nipple for a moment - he had to close his eyes at that one - and Emma made her way back up his body. She settled back to where she’d been beside him on the pillow, but kept her eyes downcast.
“What do you mean ‘after everything’?” he asked quietly. It was hard to see her face in the dark, but he noticed her blink slowly, taking a deep breath.
“Everything I’ve done. Leaving you. Pushing you away. Hurting you.” Her hand had slid up his torso and rested over the left side of his chest, fingers kneading his heart briefly. “You would have been well within your rights to move on. It’s not like you don’t turn heads,” she chuckled lightly.
“Emma,” he breathed. They’d been over this. Multiple times. Hashed it out until it was…well, just that. Hashed. He knew what heads she was referring to, and she knew that was nothing but a short-lived distraction from missing her. He had had similar insecurities, nervous that he could never measure up to the flossed and polished perfection of his past competition. But his fears had ebbed into nothing as he learned that her love for him was just as deep as his. Both had apologized for the hurt caused, reveled in each other’s acceptance, and moved forward together. That had been over a year ago. So why was she worrying about these things now?
“I know, I know,” she shook her head against the pillow. Her hair tickled his chin, leaving him no choice but to bury his nose in it. The fingers on his chest flexed again, testing that he was still there. “Sometimes I just think….god, I almost lost you.”
“Not possible,” he said reflexively.
“Yes, possible,” she whispered. “I pushed you away for so long. And I’m not always entirely sure I deserved to get you back.”
“I know what that feels like,” he sighed. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her hair again.
“I know we’ve been together for a while now, but I still wonder sometimes. I wake up and I wonder if I’m still going to lose you. If something’s going to take you away. Because of everything.”
Will couldn’t define the feeling in his chest just then. His heart was either breaking, or swelling so large it was cracking some ribs. He knew exactly what Emma was describing. It was a wanting, a deep, basic need to be with the other person, no matter what. And the fear that came with that need sometimes, the fear that she might disappear somehow, he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t woken him up on occasion. It wasn’t a question of trust, or worry that someone would give up and leave. It was knowing that they’d tempted fate and won, and wondering if something cosmic wouldn’t still jump out to get them.
He brought his hand to her face in the darkness and ran his thumb over her lips. She pursed them and kissed the finger. He ached to reassure her. Let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere, cosmos be damned.
“What if there was something, some sort of reminder, that tells people I’m yours?”
Emma laughed lightly, her breath puffing against his neck. “You mean like an ‘I Heart Emma Pillsbury’ sandwich board? That could be cute, but don’t you think it’ll distract your students?”
He laughed too and poked her ribs briefly before twisting around behind him. It was an awkward angle, but he was able to snake his hand under the corner of the mattress. The little lump had grown familiar under his side of the bed, and he was always hyper aware of it. He’d planned and imagined and plotted, but he never expected the perfect moment to present itself quite so obviously as now.
The only light seeping into the room from the streetlight outside bathed Emma in shadows as Will turned back towards her. Not much could be made out in the silhouettes, so he sought out her hands under the covers. He pressed the open box to her palms and closed his hands around hers. He closed his eyes and brought his face closer to hers as he felt her fingers explored the object briefly and then freeze.
“It’s not quite a sandwich board. And I would have gotten one for myself, but you know how I get distracted by sparkly things.” He felt the curve of her smile twitch against the corner of his mouth. “So I figured maybe you could wear it. So people know I’m yours.” Emma took in a shuddering breath, fingers moving again to tangle with his as he managed to slip the ring onto her left hand.
“Marry me,” he breathed against her lips.
The words were barely released from his mouth before she caught them with her own, kissing him fervently. Much like how he absorbed her ‘Yes’ between kisses, repeated over and over. He was pretty sure she felt the same shift he did. It’s not that the ring changed anything. It’s not that they were in need of proof that they belonged to each other. That if anything or anyone tried to separate them, now or ever, it would be utterly unsuccessful. But, like he said, a little reminder, to tell the world and anyone interested of what they’d overcome? Something that glittered and sparkled and told the powers that be to back off?
That wasn’t shallow. Not shallow at all.
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Feedback appreciated. I always love hearing from you :)