Fic: Happy New Year (Will/Emma - PG)
Title: Happy New Year
Author: vlegal
Rating: PG
Summary: Pure, unadulterated, out-of-season fluff...
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are the property of Fox and Ryan Murphy. I intend no rights infringement.
Author's Note: Put on your fluff hats, kids. This is a little response to a prompt from madeinsekrit for a New Year's Eve story. Yes, I know it's almost June and my timeline in the story is a little wonky. I DON'T CARE! The people demand fluff and I will give them fluff!
This was exactly how she expected her New Year’s Eve to turn out: quiet condo, comfy couch, warm blanket, and enough Chinese food to put her into a coma until Valentine’s Day. In a word, it was bliss. For her entire adult life, Emma had spent every New Year’s Eve this way. Many people invited her to parties and gatherings, but those events always meant drinking, which led to excessive drinking, which meant vomiting, which meant….unacceptable. Nope, she was more than happy with her own company on this night and looked forward to it for most of the year. She had 364 other days to be with people. An evening alone was actually a bit of a relief.
Will didn’t believe her when she told him this. He was still tied to his usual New Year’s routine - dinner and board games with his parents and extended family - though not by choice. His parents felt strongly that since the end of his marriage, Will needed to hang on to those things he found familiar, to help ward off the loneliness. He’d told Emma he would have much rather spent the evening with her, in the calm and silence of her living room rather than the raucous of his family, and that ditching her like this, on New Year’s, made him feel guilty as hell. She had laughed and told him not to be so silly. He would have a nice time with his parents and she was a big girl, more than capable of spending a night alone.
It was by mutual agreement that Will and Emma hadn’t told his parents of their relationship yet. Not that there was exactly a relationship to speak of. The divorce papers, while fully drafted, had yet to be signed and the struggle to pin Terri down to a final meeting date had been excruciating. But it was coming. January 6th.
Until then, no relationship. Officially. To his parents or hers. No sex. No declarations of undying love. No public displays of affection. Will said he owed it to Emma to do things right this time. He refused to screw up his second chance. And his father taught him better than to start something with one girl when things weren’t totally finished with another. Though frustrating, Emma appreciated and understood the effort.
Unofficially? They ate dinner together every evening. They spent weekends talking their way through the nights and ingraining themselves in each others’ lives by day. He walked her to her car at the end of every school day and wouldn’t turn around to go to his until she had fully pulled out of the lot. Emma knew his shoe size was 12, his favoured brand of toothpaste was Crest, and how to make his ears turn red by grazing her nails down the back of his neck. Will knew her first and only pet was a budgie named Pete, she never got over wanting to be a ballerina when she grew up, and that he had to run his fingers through her hair a maximum of four times before she fell asleep in his lap.
Emma managed to subdue thoughts of him that evening to the point that she could concentrate on a long neglected novel and relax into the heap of cushions she had positioned herself on. Soon enough, she could feel herself dozing due to the warmth of the room and the fullness of her tummy. The odd click she heard from the hall wasn’t jarring enough to lift her from her nap and barely registered in her rapidly slipping consciousness.
When she felt the cool rush of her blanket being pulled off of her and someone holding her wrists, Emma shrieked a sound she didn’t know she was capable of making.
“Shhhh, darlin’, it’s me. You’re ok, it’s me. I need you to get up.”
“Will?!” Emma was still slightly frozen as she tried to get air back in her lungs and her heart out of her throat. With her eyes so wide, she could see Will looking at her rather impatiently as he tugged gently on her arms.
“Please. You have to stand up. It’s already 11:57. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just….up. Up!” He was smiling at her now, which meant she wouldn’t have the resolve to protest anything he asked of her. Emma let herself be pulled to her feet and positioned squarely in front of Will.
“Why are you here? Did you just walk out on your family right before midnight? Where on earth did you tell them you were going?” Emma was both amused and curious by Will’s behaviour. She had never seen him look this….giddy. His smile faltered slightly as he took both of her hands in his.
“Terri stopped by the house about 20 minutes ago. With those.” Will nodded towards the coffee table. A thick manila envelope, torn open on one end, lay haphazardly next to a box of egg rolls. “She said she didn’t want to drag things out any longer. They’re signed.” Emma’s eyes shot up from the table to Will’s face, her mouth falling open. Will’s eyes sparkled as his grin returned and his explanation continued.
“After she left, I told my parents I needed to go say goodbye to someone and then meet someone else. And then I came straight here.”
Emma’s eyebrows furrowed at the implications of this statement. He hadn’t gone to say goodbye to Terri?
“You needed to say goodbye, so……you came here?” she asked hesitantly. His grin didn’t budge.
“Yup.” He checked his watch. “11:59. Perfect. I’ve got 1 minute to say goodbye to the girl who spent the last year waiting for me.” Threading his fingers through hers, Will leaned in and kissed Emma gently on the lips. It was much more chaste than any kiss they had had before, no hands roaming or tongues running along lips, seeking entrance. It would have been lovely, Emma thought, if it hadn’t felt exactly like what Will described it to be: a goodbye.
Panic and fear pushed Emma’s heart back into her throat as Will pulled away. This was it? Will was finally a free man, so now he was done with her? Was she missing something? And why the hell was he still smiling at her?
Will let go of one of her hands to check his watch again. His voice deepened and took on a more serious tone.
“It’s 12:01. Now I can meet the woman who’s going to spend this year in my arms.”
Emma was too dumbfounded to fully appreciate Will’s words at first. But his actions spoke volumes. This kiss was the antithesis of the last. Both of Will’s hands pushed up into her hair as his lips crashed into hers. It was deep and passionate and intense in a way that spoke to the months of pent-up longing both of them had been experiencing. When Emma’s brain finally caught up to the situation, she pressed herself as tightly as possible to Will’s taut body and responded to the kiss with as much vigour as it had been initiated. Her arms slid up his back, hands coming around to grab his shoulders from behind and pull herself even closer to him. Fiiiiiiinally, her mind moaned as Will’s tongue dueled with her own. Emma felt something akin to a growl roll from his throat as she shifted down slightly from being up on her toes, allowing her body to rub deliciously along his. One of his hands disentangled from her hair and slid to cup her rear, pulling her back up towards him for maximum contact.
Oxygen requirements eventually forced them to pull apart, panting as they rested their foreheads together.
“So, what did your parents say when you told them where you were going?”
Will gave a low chuckle and tilted his head to give Emma another scorching, though abbreviated, kiss before responding.
“My mum said to drive safe. My dad said to tell you hi and he hopes you’ll give me a good excuse to skip out on New Year’s with them next year.”
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Author: vlegal
Rating: PG
Summary: Pure, unadulterated, out-of-season fluff...
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are the property of Fox and Ryan Murphy. I intend no rights infringement.
Author's Note: Put on your fluff hats, kids. This is a little response to a prompt from madeinsekrit for a New Year's Eve story. Yes, I know it's almost June and my timeline in the story is a little wonky. I DON'T CARE! The people demand fluff and I will give them fluff!
This was exactly how she expected her New Year’s Eve to turn out: quiet condo, comfy couch, warm blanket, and enough Chinese food to put her into a coma until Valentine’s Day. In a word, it was bliss. For her entire adult life, Emma had spent every New Year’s Eve this way. Many people invited her to parties and gatherings, but those events always meant drinking, which led to excessive drinking, which meant vomiting, which meant….unacceptable. Nope, she was more than happy with her own company on this night and looked forward to it for most of the year. She had 364 other days to be with people. An evening alone was actually a bit of a relief.
Will didn’t believe her when she told him this. He was still tied to his usual New Year’s routine - dinner and board games with his parents and extended family - though not by choice. His parents felt strongly that since the end of his marriage, Will needed to hang on to those things he found familiar, to help ward off the loneliness. He’d told Emma he would have much rather spent the evening with her, in the calm and silence of her living room rather than the raucous of his family, and that ditching her like this, on New Year’s, made him feel guilty as hell. She had laughed and told him not to be so silly. He would have a nice time with his parents and she was a big girl, more than capable of spending a night alone.
It was by mutual agreement that Will and Emma hadn’t told his parents of their relationship yet. Not that there was exactly a relationship to speak of. The divorce papers, while fully drafted, had yet to be signed and the struggle to pin Terri down to a final meeting date had been excruciating. But it was coming. January 6th.
Until then, no relationship. Officially. To his parents or hers. No sex. No declarations of undying love. No public displays of affection. Will said he owed it to Emma to do things right this time. He refused to screw up his second chance. And his father taught him better than to start something with one girl when things weren’t totally finished with another. Though frustrating, Emma appreciated and understood the effort.
Unofficially? They ate dinner together every evening. They spent weekends talking their way through the nights and ingraining themselves in each others’ lives by day. He walked her to her car at the end of every school day and wouldn’t turn around to go to his until she had fully pulled out of the lot. Emma knew his shoe size was 12, his favoured brand of toothpaste was Crest, and how to make his ears turn red by grazing her nails down the back of his neck. Will knew her first and only pet was a budgie named Pete, she never got over wanting to be a ballerina when she grew up, and that he had to run his fingers through her hair a maximum of four times before she fell asleep in his lap.
Emma managed to subdue thoughts of him that evening to the point that she could concentrate on a long neglected novel and relax into the heap of cushions she had positioned herself on. Soon enough, she could feel herself dozing due to the warmth of the room and the fullness of her tummy. The odd click she heard from the hall wasn’t jarring enough to lift her from her nap and barely registered in her rapidly slipping consciousness.
When she felt the cool rush of her blanket being pulled off of her and someone holding her wrists, Emma shrieked a sound she didn’t know she was capable of making.
“Shhhh, darlin’, it’s me. You’re ok, it’s me. I need you to get up.”
“Will?!” Emma was still slightly frozen as she tried to get air back in her lungs and her heart out of her throat. With her eyes so wide, she could see Will looking at her rather impatiently as he tugged gently on her arms.
“Please. You have to stand up. It’s already 11:57. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just….up. Up!” He was smiling at her now, which meant she wouldn’t have the resolve to protest anything he asked of her. Emma let herself be pulled to her feet and positioned squarely in front of Will.
“Why are you here? Did you just walk out on your family right before midnight? Where on earth did you tell them you were going?” Emma was both amused and curious by Will’s behaviour. She had never seen him look this….giddy. His smile faltered slightly as he took both of her hands in his.
“Terri stopped by the house about 20 minutes ago. With those.” Will nodded towards the coffee table. A thick manila envelope, torn open on one end, lay haphazardly next to a box of egg rolls. “She said she didn’t want to drag things out any longer. They’re signed.” Emma’s eyes shot up from the table to Will’s face, her mouth falling open. Will’s eyes sparkled as his grin returned and his explanation continued.
“After she left, I told my parents I needed to go say goodbye to someone and then meet someone else. And then I came straight here.”
Emma’s eyebrows furrowed at the implications of this statement. He hadn’t gone to say goodbye to Terri?
“You needed to say goodbye, so……you came here?” she asked hesitantly. His grin didn’t budge.
“Yup.” He checked his watch. “11:59. Perfect. I’ve got 1 minute to say goodbye to the girl who spent the last year waiting for me.” Threading his fingers through hers, Will leaned in and kissed Emma gently on the lips. It was much more chaste than any kiss they had had before, no hands roaming or tongues running along lips, seeking entrance. It would have been lovely, Emma thought, if it hadn’t felt exactly like what Will described it to be: a goodbye.
Panic and fear pushed Emma’s heart back into her throat as Will pulled away. This was it? Will was finally a free man, so now he was done with her? Was she missing something? And why the hell was he still smiling at her?
Will let go of one of her hands to check his watch again. His voice deepened and took on a more serious tone.
“It’s 12:01. Now I can meet the woman who’s going to spend this year in my arms.”
Emma was too dumbfounded to fully appreciate Will’s words at first. But his actions spoke volumes. This kiss was the antithesis of the last. Both of Will’s hands pushed up into her hair as his lips crashed into hers. It was deep and passionate and intense in a way that spoke to the months of pent-up longing both of them had been experiencing. When Emma’s brain finally caught up to the situation, she pressed herself as tightly as possible to Will’s taut body and responded to the kiss with as much vigour as it had been initiated. Her arms slid up his back, hands coming around to grab his shoulders from behind and pull herself even closer to him. Fiiiiiiinally, her mind moaned as Will’s tongue dueled with her own. Emma felt something akin to a growl roll from his throat as she shifted down slightly from being up on her toes, allowing her body to rub deliciously along his. One of his hands disentangled from her hair and slid to cup her rear, pulling her back up towards him for maximum contact.
Oxygen requirements eventually forced them to pull apart, panting as they rested their foreheads together.
“So, what did your parents say when you told them where you were going?”
Will gave a low chuckle and tilted his head to give Emma another scorching, though abbreviated, kiss before responding.
“My mum said to drive safe. My dad said to tell you hi and he hopes you’ll give me a good excuse to skip out on New Year’s with them next year.”
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Feedback is like Christmas crackers: it's ridiculously exciting and you can't wait to see what you're going to get! Only thing feedback is lacking is awesome paper hats.....