Will & Tessa \ Wessa

A Moment

{The Story below is Rated M for Mature, and Contains Sexual Content Not Suitable for Underage Readers}

Tessa looked out the window and then back at the clock.

She didn't like to fret, it wasn't her nature to do so, but when Will wasn't with her she yearned for him.  Her yearning turned to worry quickly when he was gone too long. 

And she could no longer go with him... not now, not if there was possible danger.

She placed her hand on her growing belly, "He'll be home soon."  She said to herself and their child.  He had only been gone since morning... she was definitely fretting.

Will came back late in the night to find Tessa seated at the dining table waiting for him.  Her eyes lit up in genuine joy when she saw him and he smiled.

She should have been resting but he couldn't deny that seeing her now made every worry and every anxiety disappear immediately.

Tessa stood up and approached him.  She reached up, her hand on his face and kissed him. "Everything fine?"

Will nodded, placing his hand on her stomach.  Tessa placed her hand over his hand as the baby kicked.  "He's happy you're home."

"Or she is." He grinned.

Tessa reached out for a cloth nearby hanging on a basin of water that Bridget had left for her. She rinsed it a few times, then wrung it out.  She cupped Will's chin gently and as gently wiped the ichor and dirt from his face with the cloth.

Will did not protest.  It was now something Tessa did every time he returned from a fight or other;  when he had to be the Shadowhunter he was meant to be.  It was Tessa who wiped away the memory of any terrible night he endured: with her cloth and water, with her kisses and words of encouragement, later in bed with her body, even with her belly so round now.

Tessa studied Will's face as she wiped it clean, marveling at his beauty, and she smiled, the angles of his face, the deep haunting blue of his eyes.  Her husband.  Her Will.  There were the shadows of healing bruises on his jawline, his full lips had a small cut.

She moved the cloth to his neck and her own heart quickened in anticipation. She felt his body go still knowingly, his eyes seemed to darken, but Will remained still and quiet, watching her face.

He knew her face like his own, her sharp intelligent grey eyes that missed nothing.  Her lips that could be serious or soft and laughing.  He could read her every expression, knew what she was thinking before she actually voiced it. 

Tessa undid the buttons on his shirt: one... two... three... buttons.  There was dried blood and dirt on his chest.  She wiped at it gently but firmly.

"What happened?" She asked. "Sit and tell me."  He was completely disheveled.  He looked as wild and as ever the Welsh boy, and as beautiful as the first time she'd seen him.

Will sat down, Tessa stood in front of him, one hand holding the towel, the other hand she run gently through his dark hair, rhythmically, absentmindedly.

He told her about his day, how it had started out routinely.  A lesser demon causing havoc in Surrey that he had to dispose of. 

The real fight, he said, was between himself and a werewolf; an old score to be settled.

"Is it settled?" Tessa asked, pausing with her fingers in his hair.

"Yes.  Except we have to name our firstborn after him.  Male or female."  Will chuckled.

"What's his name?"  Tessa humored him.

"Englebert."  Will teased, and laughed as Tessa shook her head and laughed too.

Will's body hurt where the werewolf had struck him, but he expected to be completely healed by morning.  The fight had ended in a truce, and a handshake.  Neither had received the full wrath of the others strengths and skills.

Tessa gazed down at Will.

He was so close, so real, and so beautiful.  His skin, kissed by the summer sun where he was exposed, seemed to radiate its own light in the soft glow of the dimly lit room.  The tired shadow under his eyes only brought out the deep blue in them.

Tessa reached out and brushed the bruise under his eye gently and Will looked up, gazing at her. His heart seemed to stop.  Tessa.

Time seemed to stand still as he savored the tenderness of her fingers, recalling her touch and now, as it always did, her touch made him forget the sting for a moment, the soreness in his muscles and bones.

Slowly she grazed the outline of the bruise with her thumb, willing it to heal, to save him from any pain, great or small.

She run her thumb from the bruise, down the side of his face and to his lips, she willed him in her heart to always be safe, always...

Will put his hands on her waist helping her onto his lap.

A shock went through Tessa's entire body as she grazed his mouth with her own, felt how soft they were against hers.

Gently she kissed Will's lower lip taking it between hers wanting to taste him, and another sensation went through her and she felt herself start to tremble: with joy and expectation.

Tessa shifted in his lap, trying to press closer to him.

Her belly was so round...

Will noticed and he stood up, lifting Tessa with him as he did so and settling her gently on the table, standing between her legs.

They did not break the kiss, which only became deeper and more intense.

Tessa undid the remaining buttons on Will's shirt and let her hand come to rest over his heart and was pleased to feel it hammering rapidly against her palm.

His skin was radiating such heat against her own skin.  She wanted the rest of him - all of him - now.  And she pushed his shirt off hastily.  Still, their kiss continued with an insatiable need.  Will suppressed a groan deep in his throat, sliding Tessa's dress up her thighs, drawing her closer.

She pressed tighter against him, her nails digging into the back of his neck as his hands slid over her body, over the swell of her stomach and to the swell of her breasts.

Tessa lost herself in the pleasure that Will gave her.  Every caress, every touch and kiss drew out of her a gasp and a cry of his name.  Her body, as it always did, surrendered to him completely in every way, shuddering uncontrollably in joy and pleasure.

They made love, moving from the table to the floor by the fire.  Despite the summer heat the Institute has always been cold and after Tessa fell asleep Will pulled a throw over them as the fire died.  She was nestled in his strong arms, his nose and lips pressed into the silk of her hair.