Disclaimer: Glee is owned by Ryan Murphy, FOX, and all the grand high mucky mucks. No copyright infringement is intended and no money was made from this little ficlit. Any similarity to any other story not my own is a coincidence.
Title: Canon in D Major for Heartstrings
Rating: NC-17; smutty, smutty, smut
Genre: Glee, Emma/Will; PWP
Timeline/Spoilers: Between 3x21 and 3x22; immediately after 3x21
Author's Notes: So yeah... umm... PWP ficlit. Which to be honest was a little difficult for me to write for these two. Trying to find what the characters' voices might be in such a situation was tough. But Sue's line, "Why do you look different?" And Emma's little smile in response called the smut-plot bunny to me, what can I say? *wry grin*
"How about that performance by the kids tonight?" Will called from the living room of the apartment that he shared with Emma. "They were pretty amazing, weren't they?"
He set his Teacher of the Year plaque down on the living room table.
"Emma?" He called when he got no response. He walked toward the bedroom. "Emma?"
Will found his fiancee standing in front of their bedroom mirror.
"Hey, Em, sweetheart..."
When she still made no reply, Will began to get a little worried. "Hey baby, you okay?"
"I was just thinking about something Sue said tonight," Emma finally replied in a contemplative voice.
Will came to stand next to the bed, watching her at the mirror.
"What did Sue say?"
"She asked me why I looked different. And I was just wondering... if she could... how it could possible for her to... to tell... something had changed."
In an unintentionally provocative gesture, Emma bit thoughtfully at her bottom lip and tilted her head, studying her reflection. She traced a line down her throat and trailed her fingers along the scooped neckline of her cocktail dress.
"Do I really look different?"
Will watched, mesmerized, as Emma used her hands to sweep up her hair for a moment and turn her head back and forth, contemplating her reflected image. And when she released the auburn strands, leaving them delightfully tousled, the unbidden memory of her singing Touch-a, Touch-a, came back almost forcibly to him. It left him unexpectedly shaken and more than a little aroused. He tried to tamp the feeling down and focus on what his fiancee was saying.
"What do you think?" Emma asked him. "I mean, what do you see when you look at me, Will?"
He moved to stand behind Emma and watched them both in the mirror for just a moment. Then he smiled and pressed himself close enough to echo what she had done herself.
"I see..." he drawled, trailing fingertips down her neck. "My beautiful..."
He let them drift along the neckline of her dress as she had done. "Sweet..."
Now he used both hands to caress her arms, shoulders to fingertips, leaving shivers in their wake.
"Adorable.. fiancee, standing in our bedroom, in front of our mirror, looking absolutely perfect."
He nuzzled her neck playfully.
"And I'm so glad I do," he whispered against her skin. "Because this is where you belong; here, with me."
"That's sweet Will, but..."
"But..." he echoed with a smile, bringing his head back up to watch them both in the mirror.
