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Tina was relieved when the music stopped and Sue Sylvester, of all people, stepped up to take the mic. There were only so many songs that Tina could endure while standing by the punch bowl and watching everyone else pair up. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much if she hadn't come to this Valentine's Day wedding expecting to have a date, but Mike had been avoiding her all night, and she'd been stuck drinking sadly non-alcoholic fruit punch and feeling completely alone.
"In other nonsensical traditions," Sue declared sardonically. "Emma left behind her bouquet as she fled the scene, leaving it to somebody else to toss these soon-to-be-dead flowers, under the mythical belief that whoever catches them will magically become the next person to get married - or more than likely, flee from the altar."
Tina couldn't help but smirk at the dark humor. She didn't like the slightly psychotic cheerleading coach, but occasionally, Sue did say some bitingly funny things. As Sue summoned the other young women to gather around to catch the bouquet, Tina found herself shuffling forward. The tradition was indeed absurd, but Tina thought sadly that she could use the extra luck at finding love. She gave Rachel a half-smile as she took a spot near the other young woman. Rachel smiled back tentatively, and then they turned to face the front, while Sue turned around and tossed the bouquet back over her head. Tina watched as the flowers soared through the air.
She didn't need to get married soon, Tina thought wistfully. She'd settle for a nice date. Didn't she deserve to be loved too?
Every time someone reached out hopefully, Tina thought for sure they'd catch it. But it slipped by all of them - and on a sudden mad impulse, she leapt forward, lips parting in shock as her fingers wrapped around the stems. She landed on her feet again, clutching the bouquet, smiling slightly. Nearby, she heard Rachel let out a frustrated sigh and walk away. A few women groaned in disappointment, but most of them clapped for her.
"Nice catch," Kitty complimented her, giving her a surprisingly genuine smile before heading away.
"Thanks," Tina said softly. She glanced around and spotted Mike watching her with an odd expression on his face. He glanced at her, then down at the flowers. Before she could think better of the idea, Tina found herself stalking over to him.
"Mike, would you like to dance?" Tina asked boldly, clutching the flower stems like a lifeline.
Her ex-boyfriend swallowed hard, dropping his eyes to the floor. "I don't think that would be a good idea."
"So what?" Tina found her voice rising in pitch, but couldn't hold back any longer - not after an evening of being ignored. "You're okay with flirting with me online for two months, but you won't talk to me face to face? What the hell is going on, Mike?"
"I never wanted to hurt you, Tina," Mike said in a pained voice. "I missed you, I missed us, and I was selfish to flirt with you like I did... But it was a mistake."
"A mistake?" Tina bit out, trying to ignore the stab of tears she felt in her eyes. "So you were just leading me on? You never actually wanted to get back together?"
"I - I did," Mike said quietly. "But I realized that I need to commit myself fully to dancing. I don't have the time for a relationship. I didn't come to terms with that until today, and I'm sorry, Tina, but if we start down this road again, it's only going to hurt more when we break up..."
"When, not if," she said bitterly. "That's what you said last time too. We may as well end things now, 'amicably,' instead of falling apart because of the distance. Now we'll never know if we could have made things work!" A single tear escaped despite her best efforts, progressing slowly down her cheek. "You never believed in us, not like I did. Do you have any idea how much I loved you? I would have done anything for you."
"Tina, please," he said, reaching for her hand, but she yanked it back out of his reach, stumbling back a step in her heels. "You know how I feel..."
"Actually, I don't." Tina's voice trembled as she clenched her eyes shut for a moment, unsuccessfully trying to blink away several tears which began to roll down her face. "I'm not sure if you ever loved me, or you stopped before you ended things. Maybe you still loved me, and you just broke up with me because your father convinced you to focus on college... And I don't even know which would be worse."
Mike stepped closer, and she shoved the bouquet into his chest.
"Keep it," Tina said thickly. "And enjoy your sad, lonely life where all you care about is your art." She turned and marched away, her pace picking up as her tears began to increase by the second. She shoved open the door, hurrying down the carpeted hallway, looking for a good place to hole up and cry.
Seeing a white door labeled as stairs, Tina threw open the door and hurried through, shutting it quickly behind her. It wasn't a moment too soon, as a loud sob escaped her chest, and tears began to pour rapidly down her face.
As the door to the hall slammed open, Will hastily shoved his bottle of whiskey - now mostly empty - to the side of the steps and pushed himself to his feet. He registered the new occupant of the stairwell - a dark-haired young woman in a red dress, collapsing against the wall, sobbing desperately. It took a moment to realize who it was...
"Tina?"
She clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of her crying as she heard the familiar voice of William Schuester. She could barely see him through her tears.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice low and worried.
Tina opened her mouth to answer, but only a desperate sob came out. Will stepped up to her, resting his hands on her shoulders for a moment as she shook desperately, wishing she could get herself under control. Then he guided her closer and wrapped his arms around her.
"I've got you," Will murmured assuringly.
Tina took a deep, shuddering gasp and buried her face in his chest, her arms winding desperately around his waist as she finally let go and sobbed her heart out. This year had been full of heartbreak, and she was so tired of being hurt, of feeling alone. Being held like this made her feel cared for in a way she hadn't been in a long time.
Will cradled her against him, profoundly grateful for the distraction from his own dark thoughts. He gently stroked her hair, pleased when her sobs seemed to soften a little in response as she burrowed her face in his dress shirt. Will felt something settle inside him - he couldn't help but like feeling needed.
"It's going to be alright," he assured her.
Tina wanted to believe that, and for a moment, she almost did. She wasn't ready to let go of him yet - she wanted to be selfish for another moment, she wanted to feel comforted and assured. Then he moved his hand against her upper back, rubbing small, soothing circles into her skin, and her body sank into his, relaxing as the gentle massage soothed her tense muscles.
Will held her until her sobs quieted. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been able to hold Emma like this. Tina let out a last sniffle before finally pulling back. He reluctantly loosened his hold on her, and Tina shifted back, finally looking up at him.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Will's breath caught in his throat as he finally got a good look at her. Black mascara and eyeliner were smudged around her half-lidded eyes, and her tears had carried the dark make-up down her face, leaving little black trails. It made her look like a gothic queen.
Then her eyes opened, and she gazed at him with large brown eyes that shone with unshed tears, while her full red lips trembled with suppressed emotion. His gaze lingered on her lips for a moment before he forced it back up to her eyes.
"If you'd like to get cleaned up," Will said casually after clearing his throat, "I have a room, you can use the restroom."
Tina nodded, quite grateful for the offer. Will turned and began walking up the stairs, trying to focus. Tina followed him up to the third floor, then down a long hall to room 330. He used his keycard to open the door, and as he pushed it open, he visibly winced at what he saw inside. After a moment's hesitation, Will stepped inside and Tina did the same.
She saw immediately what had made him react that way. The white bedspread was covered with red rose petals, and there was a large gift basket on the bedside table, filled with chocolates and candy. Beside it, in a half-melted bucket of ice, was a chilled bottle of champagne. Tina stared in horrified comprehension at the romantic set-up. The hotel staff had set it up for a newly-married couple...
"I'm sorry," Tina gasped. "I shouldn't impose, not when..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
"When I got left at the altar?" Will finished resignedly. "That doesn't mean your problems are meaningless, Tina. You can have some of the chocolate, if you like. I'll get you a washcloth."
He headed off to the bathroom, and Tina slowly walked to the desk, looking over the gift basket. The sweets were very tempting, so much that she picked up a bar of dark chocolate impulsively and sat down on the bed with it.
Tina unwrapped the chocolate and took a large bite. A rich, dark taste immediately filled her mouth, with a hint of sweetness and just the right amount of bitterness. As she chewed, she glanced down, and noticed the rose petals scattered all around her. Her fingers trailed over the roses, savoring the incredible softness of the petals. She picked up a few, rubbed her fingers across them, and then let them fall again.
She could hear running water in the bathroom for a minute, and occupied herself with a few more bites of chocolate. She felt comforted and pampered all at once - just what a girl needed to deal with heartbreak. She heard the water turn off, and a few moments later, Will Schuester walked back through the door, a tentative smile on his face and a damp washcloth in his hand.
"Thank you," Tina said gratefully as he approached.
Will smiled tiredly in response. "Let me see," he said, reaching out to catch her chin in one hand.
Tina closed her eyes instinctively, turning her face up for him to see better. Will paused for a long moment, unable to keep himself from admiring the way she held herself, almost presenting herself to him with her lips slightly parted... He shook himself, trying to push down that inappropriate thought - it was the damn whiskey, Will told himself.
He carefully cleaned away her smeared mascara and eyeshadow, then stroked the washcloth down her cheeks until her face was fresh and unmarred by make-up. Tina held still, biting back a sigh of contentment as she enjoyed the tender way Will took care of her.
"There," Will murmured hoarsely. "All clean."
Tina slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Do I look alright?"
"You're beautiful," he replied without thinking.
Tina beamed up at him, feeling more confident. "I know," she said playfully.
Will laughed, gladdened by the confident response. He'd thought she was beautiful when she was a complete mess, but now he could see the sun shining through the storm clouds, and it was far more gorgeous.
"Good," Will said as he dropped his hand, hoping he hadn't let it linger too long. Now a thought came to him - Tina was cleaned up now, so what was keeping her from returning to the party and leaving him on his own? He suddenly found himself terrified of the idea of being alone in this room, which was supposed to have been for his honeymoon weekend with Emma. Will cast his eyes about the room quickly, and found the bottle of champagne chilling by the bed. It wasn't too high in alcohol content, so why not?
"Would you like a drink?"
Tina was startled by the suggestion, but who was she to protest, when she'd been hoping for a real drink all night?
"Definitely," she replied, smiling at him.
Will gladly went to fetch the chilled bottle of champagne. He twisted off the cork without ceremony, ignoring the loud pop as the cork sprang free, launching somewhere across the room.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Tina asked gently as Will began to pour the champagne into the flutes.
He turned and handed her one of the filled champagne flutes, then took a long sip of his own, fighting a grimace at the sickly-sweet taste after the dark, peaty whiskey he'd been drinking. Did he want to talk about it? He'd barely thought it over before words left his mouth.
"I'm not surprised that she left. I should have seen it coming." Will slowly sank down onto the edge of the bed beside her.
"It's not your fault," Tina tried to assure him.
"Whose fault is it, if not mine?" Will sighed. "Emma must have known that it wasn't right to marry me. I've tried to make her happy, but I don't always understand her or her needs. I must have missed something, something big, for her to do that..."
"Well, I think it was a terrible decision," Tina said boldly. "You would make a great husband, and if Emma doesn't see that, it's her loss."
"Thanks," Will said softly. "Since I left for Washington, we haven't talked as much. But I... I thought we still loved each other. I thought this was the right thing for us. We've broken up and come back together before... But this time, it feels different."
Tina let that declaration sit in silence for a moment. Then she realized that even if she didn't know how to respond to that, she could make him see that he wasn't alone in those feelings.
"I thought that Mike and I were going to get back together tonight." She admitted, her voice raw and hurt. "He told me at Thanksgiving that he wanted to restart our relationship. Just as I was getting over him, he gave me this chance not to be alone - and I let myself fall for him again. We've been flirting for months, and I was sure it was finally going to happen tonight... But then he just avoided me for an hour, and when I confronted him, he said it wasn't a good idea."
"So he was just leading you on?" Will asked in disbelief, picking up the champagne bottle to top up their glasses.
"Yes!" Tina burst out angrily. "Apparently he doesn't have time for me because he's so committed to his dancing. I used to think he was committed to me. I guess he just liked flirting and couldn't handle a real relationship!"
"What an asshole." Will scowled.
Her jaw dropped and she stared at him for a long moment before she began to grin. Will flushed a little, knowing he wouldn't have spoken that way about a former student when he was sober - but he couldn't bring himself to care that much when a little bad language made Tina brighten up beautifully, her eyes laughing and lips dimpling prettily.
"Thank you." Tina laughed. "Lately, I've been feeling like nobody's on my side."
"Well, I am," Will promised her, impulsively reaching out to cover her hand with his own. "We've both had our hearts stomped on today."
Tina smiled at him gratefully. She turned her hand over so it was palm to palm with Will's, then wound her fingers through his. "Thanks for letting me come up here... I usually hate crying in front of other people, but it feels different with you."
Will squeezed her hand gently, his eyes closing as he let himself simultaneously mourn the loss of what he might have had with Emma, and feel relief that Tina was here with him. If she hadn't found him, he would have been alone, miserable and abandoned by his fiancee.
"Will?"
He opened his eyes again, to find Tina was offering him the bar of chocolate she'd taken from the basket. Will gladly set his mostly empty glass of champagne down to take the chocolate in his right hand, unwilling to lose her comforting touch by taking it in his left. He pushed back the foil with his thumb and took a large bite, enjoying the taste. When he finished chewing, he gave voice to what he'd been wondering.
"What are you going to do about Mike?"
"I'm done with Mike Chang," Tina said fiercely. "I'm tired to being jerked around. He broke my heart, then led me on when I was too lonely to be brave enough to turn him down. And now this? I'm not going back to him, ever. I'd rather be single."
Will watched her as she spoke, captivated by her passionate response and the flash of anger in her dark eyes. God, she was unfairly beautiful, hair akimbo and face clean and utterly transparent in her captivation.
"Good," he said, his voice low and approving.
Tina looked back at him, and realized suddenly that they were only inches apart. His eyes were a startlingly beautiful shade of green, she realized. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed by her inappropriate attraction to her teacher.
Will had the same realization, and found himself shifting closer before Tina turned away. He quickly did the same, clearing his throat as casually as he could. What the hell are you thinking? Will berated himself. His thoughts and actions were starting to get away from him. This was why he didn't drink this much, usually. There was no way kissing his student, no matter how lovely he found her, was a good idea.
"So what are you going to do about Emma?" Tina asked quickly.
"I called her six times," Will declared angrily. "She didn't pick up once - and the last time it went straight to voicemail, so I know she's avoiding even talking about it. I... I don't even know if we're together anymore! When someone leaves you at the altar, are you broken up?"
"I don't know..."
"Why did she do it?" Will asked in frustration. "She couldn't even do me the courtesy of telling me she changed her mind before the wedding? I was left there standing there like an idiot while Sue walked in wearing a replica of Emma's dress!"
"That was an awful thing to do," Tina said, her voice utterly sympathetic.
"I want to be understanding, but I can't help but be angry!" Will's voice rose as he gave voice to his feelings. "What she did hurt. And if she didn't trust me enough to tell me she was having doubts before the wedding, this could happen again! How can I marry her if I can't trust her not to run out on me again?"
The moment he said it out loud, Will knew. He couldn't marry Emma, not after today.
"I don't think I can fix this," he realized.
Will stared at his left hand, which was bare and still laced together with Tina's. If Emma hadn't run, he'd have a gold ring on right now, and likely be here with his wife. It felt almost odd, imagining it now. He felt oddly detached from the idea, like he should have realized that it would never happen.
"I screwed up my first marriage, why would this be any different?" He laughed bitterly. "Of course I screwed this up too..."
"Don't say that," Tina said fiercely, squeezing his hand. "Will, this isn't on you! Emma's the one who-"
"She's not perfect, but she's smart," Will interrupted, staring off into the distance. "She wouldn't have left on an impulse, she must have had a reason! I know I've been so busy with planning the wedding that we haven't had a lot of couple time..."
He paused, his brow furrowing. "We've been growing apart," he realized in shock. "I didn't even notice, I was so obsessed with getting married, getting my happy ending... Fuck." Will grabbed his glass and downed the rest of his champagne.
Tina placed her glass between her thighs and reached for the bottle, refilling both of their glasses. She stayed quiet, just listening.
"I was thinking about the future, and I forgot about the present," Will said heavily. "I can't even remember the last time Emma and I really connected over anything."
Tina was speechless. What advice could she, an eighteen year old who'd only been in one serious relationship, offer him? She didn't know what to say. Instead, she turned towards him and gave him what he'd given her earlier: the simple comfort of a hug. Will's breath caught as Tina curled her arms about his waist, nestling against him, her face tucking into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as he clenched his eyes shut and breathed in deeply. They sat together for a time, just holding each other. The whiskey had heightened sensation and decreased his inhibitions, and his body began to betray him as Tina adjusted against him, her full, soft breasts pressing against his chest.
Will loosened his arms and let her go, missing the feeling of holding her immediately. His hands twitched as they settled around his glass. He longed to pull her back against him, but he knew he couldn't, not when his body reacted this way to feeling her curves against him.
He had no idea that Tina was thinking something quite similar about him. She sat back, taking a long sip from her drink to cool herself down. How could she be thinking such things about her heartbroken teacher? It was just a hug, she reminded herself fiercely. Her glass was soon empty, and she reached for the bottle.
Will stole a glance at her, hoping she couldn't see the desire in his eyes, and saw that she was about to pour herself another glass of champagne.
If she had more, maybe he could convince her to stay... A dark voice purred in his head. Shocked by his own thought, Will reached forward to grab the bottle.
"I think you've had enough."
Will's chiding tone broke the mood immediately. Tina's fingers clenched on the champagne bottle and she began to frown, her body tensing. One moment, he'd been holding her intimately, and now he was trying to play the responsible teacher?
"One more won't hurt," Tina insisted crossly, tugging at the top of the bottle just as he pulled on it from the bottom.
It jerked in their hands, and the last of the champagne flew at Tina, splashing the front of her dress. She gasped in surprise at the cold, wet sensation, and looked up at Will, who looked just as shocked.
"I'm so sorry," Will apologized immediately.
"It's fine," Tina replied ruefully. "It's not a proper bad day until you've spilled something on yourself."
Will couldn't help but smile at that. "You could try washing it off in the bathroom."
"I think I will," Tina excused herself, leaving her empty glass on the bedside table as she left to wash up.
Her eyebrows rose as she saw another gift basket in the bathroom - but instead of chocolate and champagne, it had little bottles of massage oil and edible chocolate paint. Tina nudged the door shut behind her, then shimmied out of her dress. She dropped the red gown into the sink and switched on the faucet to give it a quick rinse.
"Do you need some destain? I could go ask if the hotel has any," Will called from the bed. When he didn't hear a reply, he headed after her, pushing open the half-closed door - and promptly lost track of all thoughts of the dress, because Tina had already taken it off.
His eyes raked helplessly up Tina's long, beautiful bare legs, then over the full curves of her ass, which were obscenely exposed by a lacy red thong. Her long brown hair swept over her back, hiding any bra straps - if, indeed, she wore one.
"Fuck."
Tina whirled around as she heard Will's whispered curse. Had she not closed the door? Will stood there in the doorway, completely still, his mouth parted in shock as he stared at her.
He swallowed hard. Now that she'd turned around, his view was even better. Tina was wearing a red lace bra that matched her thong, and barely covered the full curves of her breasts, which looked ready to spill out. God, the fabric was practically see-through, and he could see the dusky peaks of her nipples beneath it.
"I'm sorry," Will said hoarsely. He could feel himself hardening in his pants. That dark, depraved part of him that he usually kept buried was coming to the fore, and it wanted more than just to look - it wanted to touch her.
“I'm sorry!” Tina cried out in the same moment, her cheeks growing pink as she grabbed the closest towel and held it up in front of her chest. “I forgot to close the door…”
“I didn’t mean to…" Will finally forced himself to close his eyes, and attempted a step back, but bumped into the doorframe. He reached out to grab it, trying to think of all manner of unattractive things in order to wipe that tempting image from his mind.
"You've seen me in a swimsuit before," Tina babbled nervously. "It's practically the same thing."
It was an obvious lie. True, he had seen her in a one-piece bathing suit at the proposal performance last year. But this was totally different - even with his eyes closed, he could still picture it perfectly: her see-through lace bra, and the thong that barely hid anything. He had seen her curls peeking out of either side of the panties, for god's sake. He bit back another curse as his cock stirred in his pants.
“And it’s not like I’m much to look at,” Tina finished with a small, self-deprecating laugh, glancing back to the sink. She finally realized that she'd left the water on, and turned the faucet off hastily, letting the towel she was carrying fall to the floor. But it was too late - her gown was already soaked through, and she was left without something to quickly change into.
"That's not true," Will said fiercely without thinking it through, his eyes flying open and drinking in the sight of her again. "That's the problem."
Hearing his words, Tina looked up in shock, and saw him behind her, reflected in the mirror. In her embarrassment, she'd missed what he'd been trying to hide. He was looking at her with a hunger in his eyes that she'd never seen before, and it was intoxicating. It wasn't just her. She turned around again, casually shifting her hips, and began to smile as she saw his eyes follow her movement.
"You're looking at me," Tina said slowly.
"I - I'm so sorry," He gasped, forcing his eyes back down to the ground. He was drunk, but that was no excuse. She was his student, an unfortunately gorgeous one standing in front of him in lingerie, and he craved to reach out and touch her. His head was pounding with desire and fear - she would hate him now, surely, and the consequences...
Will was staring at the pink tiled floor, attempting to regain enough control of his body to turn around and walk away, when he saw a pair of pretty bare feet sauntering slowly towards him.
"Will," Tina said firmly, shocking herself with her own audacity. "Look at me," she commanded.
Her surprising demand caused his body to act of its own accord, and his head snapped up, taking in the sight of her. Tina was now close enough for him to reach out and touch. It was an unfair temptation - a feast for a starving man, who knew he shouldn't eat but was dying for a taste. She was looking right back at him, no trace of shyness remaining. A new thought struck him - could Tina actually want him to look at her like this? Her lips were turning up in a smile as her eyes met his.
Arousal surged through her as Will leaned forward, clearly drawn to her. Gone was the mild-mannered history teacher. All she saw now was a handsome older man, who watched her intently, like he wanted to eat her alive. She couldn't think of anything that sounded more appealing.
Now it was time to go big or go home. Never looking away from those dark green eyes, Tina reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. The soft click of the fasteners releasing caused Will to take a sharp breath. She slowly slipped the straps down her shoulders - and then with a final push, she let it drop to the floor and arched her back just enough to display her body to her best advantage.
"Tina," Will growled, his hand clutching the doorframe tightly to try and keep himself from reaching out and caressing her full, beautiful breasts. Why should it matter if she was his student, that it wasn't allowed, when she was purposefully undressing in front of him? When he was harder than he'd been in years and ached to claim what she was offering?
A good man would leave now, part of him tried to say - but what had being a good man ever done for him? Will moved in an instant, grabbing her shoulders and turning her swiftly to push her back up against the wall.
"Oh!" Tina gasped, stunned by his sudden move. Her lips parted as she looked up at her teacher looming over her, her heartbeat sped up even more...
"You should leave now," Will warned, his voice low and dangerous. "Before I take what you're offering." Before I take you.
"I'm staying." Tina said passionately, without a trace of hesitation. "And I can handle anything you throw at me."
"Little girl," Will whispered, his breath hot on her ear, and she tried not to tremble. "You have no idea what a bad man like me is going to do to a sweet little thing like you."
His harsh, dirty words left her buzzing with arousal, and a strangled gasp escaped her before she could control herself.
Grinning, Will moved quickly, claiming her mouth in a firm kiss. Tina's eyes fell closed as she lost herself in the feeling of his lips moving against his. She wound her arms about his neck and held on tight as she kissed back with a passion to rival his. Will groaned as he slipped inside her mouth for the first time, tasting chocolate and champagne on her tongue. One hand held her face steady as he kissed her soundly, the other cupped one of her full, pert breasts and squeezed firmly, savoring the feeling, and the way she moaned in response. I might be going to hell, Will thought dizzily, but he was going to enjoy every second of the ride there.
Tina startled him with a gentle bite to his lower lip, and Will responded by pulling her flush against him as he devoured her mouth. He pinned her to the wall with his body, his hard chest pressing tantalizingly against her bare breasts, his clothed erection was long and hard against her bare belly. Tina kissed him ardently, daringly dragging her fingernails down his upper back and loving the groan he gave in response.
Will upped the ante by lowering his hands, taking two full handfuls of her delightfully curvy behind, and pushing her right up against his cock, which was beginning to get uncomfortable, trapped as it was in his pants. Tina whimpered at the touch, and Will groaned as he squeezed her ample curves. He shifted his hands to her upper thighs and lifted her off the ground, making her cry out with surprise. He guided her in hooking her legs about his waist, then pressed her against the wall again. This time, they were perfectly aligned, his cock settling against the heat between her legs.
"Oh!" Tina cried as his erection ground against her clit.
She arched back with pleasure, and Will bent his head, licking a stripe up her neck before biting down on her neck. Tina felt dizzy - he was so strong, holding her like this, grinding himself against her core. Was he going to fuck her like this, up against the wall? The idea thrilled her. She'd never done anything like this. It had been so long since she'd last had sex, what, eight months - but it had never felt so... intense. He nipped at her neck, then growled the sexiest words she'd ever heard into her ear.
"I need to be inside you," Will demanded, his tone commanding her attention - and yet sounding just as desperate as he was dominant. He didn't just want her, he needed her, and that shot a heat she'd never felt before thrumming through her.
"Then take me," Tina said breathlessly.
Will groaned approvingly and stepped back from the wall, never letting go of her. He carried her, legs wrapped about his waist and arms twined around his neck, through the doorway and across the bedroom. Will came down on his knees on the bed, lowering her down amidst the strewn petals. She parted her lips as if to say something, and he claimed her mouth again, tasting her greedily. Tina gave into it, shuddering as she wound her fingers through his hair.
"Have you done this before?" Will demanded between kisses.
"Yes," Tina answered unashamedly.
"Good," Will hissed, utterly relieved by her answer. Emma had wanted to wait for their wedding night before sharing intercourse, and he'd known he'd have to be gentle and go slow since it was her first time... Now he wouldn't have to hold back.
Whining with displeasure as he seemed to get lost in thought, Tina grabbed his hand and placed it on her left breast. Will's eyes snapped to hers, and he gently squeezed, thumbing over her hardened nipple. Tina moaned as his touch sent a jolt of heat through her. She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded, and pinched her other nipple before rolling it between her fingers.
The last of his doubts fled at the sight of the insanely sexy scene before him. Will kissed her hungrily, groaning into her mouth as his hands finally began to wander her body, plucking at her nipples and loving how they tightened and peaked under his touch. Will bit her lower lip before moving down, eagerly taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking down hard.
"Oh, yes!" Tina cried out, arching up into his hot mouth. Her hands came up, winding through his hair, moving instinctively to hold him against her, not letting him leave. "Please, please," she babbled, and Will smiled darkly before sucking hard, alternating between nipples, rough enough to nearly make her cry. "Oh god, Mr. Schue!"
The name she called him by reminded him sharply that he was kissing his student. Part of him was horrified by the idea. But the darker, whiskey-infused part of his mind loved that she called him that. He was going to fuck his student, that depraved part of him growled, and the rest of him blissfully shut up as he gave in to his darkest desires.
She grabbed his shirt and yanked him up for a wet, messy kiss. When he felt her hands at his belt, Will deepened the kiss and pulled back slightly to help him. Tina opened his belt and undid his trousers in short order and then moved up, trying to take off his shirt.
Will sat back on his heels, smirking down at her at her haste to get him undressed. Tina sat up with him, both of them watching each other as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. Will tossed the garment across the room, then rolled off the bed and made similarly short work of his trousers.
Tina watched him strip, loving the sight - and wow, Will had abs. There was a light dusting of hair on his chest, and his nipples were hard - she wondered if they were sensitive. Her hand snuck down under her panties and began to rub her clit in small, tantalizing circles that sent pleasure coursing through her body.
When he saw Tina touching herself, Will couldn't help but stare, amazed and utterly aroused, and Tina smirked as she met his eyes, feeling sexy and powerful. She slowly lifted her hips and pulled down her thong, then shoved it to her knees, baring herself completely to him, and shimmied her legs to kick it off.
Will lost no time in stripping off his shoes, socks, and finally, he pulled down his boxers. He strode back towards the bed, his cock throbbing, red and hard. Tina couldn't help but stare - he was more sizable than she'd ever expected. She met his gaze she slowly spread her legs and slipped a hand down. She twirled her fingers lazily over her clit, then used her other hand to part her labia, showing herself to him. Her folds shone wetly, surrounded by wet curls, and Will thought she looked so pretty he wanted to bury his face in her.
He crawled onto the bed and between her legs as she touched herself to the sight of him. Will took her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth, sucking a damp finger into his mouth, one and then the next. Tina whimpered as he laved each wet finger with his tongue, watching her intensely all the while.
"Delicious," Will murmured, then he dropped her hand and settled his face at her center, looking her over. It had been far too long since he’d gotten to do this to a woman... Will leaned in and began to lick, groaning at the heady taste.
“Oh god!" Tina cried at the sudden sensation of his warm tongue probing at her. Her hips bucked up into him, and Will chuckled around her, the vibrations stimulating her further. His arms wrapped around her legs, keeping her close to him.
“Sensitive, aren’t you, beautiful?” He asked knowingly.
Tina whined desperately, pushing up into his mouth, loving everything he was doing. Will knew exactly how to do this to drive her crazy, using strong, hard upward licks that ended with a quick, hard suck on her clit. Then he slipped a finger inside her, and Tina clenched around it, crying out loudly. God, it had been so long since she had anything but her own slim fingers inside her! Tina rolled her hips, taking his finger deeper inside her.
"More," she demanded, his voice low and needy.
Will smirked up at her as he bent down, swirling his tongue slowly around her clit as he slowly pushed another finger inside her. He fucked her slow and steady at first, and her soft walls parted for his touch, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
"Ah, yes..." Tina panted, her body tensing as he stretched her.
Despite the snug fit, he was able to move quickly from all of her natural lubrication. She was amazingly wet, and he loved it. Will licked over her folds, loving each moan she gave him. On his next thrust, Tina cried out.
"Mr. Schue!"
Heat jolted through him at the familiar nickname. Will imitated his last thrust, nimbly striking the sensitive flesh of her g-spot, and Tina jolted, overcome with sensation.
"There?" Will asked huskily.
"Yes!" Tina cried, her hands clutching at the bedspread. "Right there!"
"I bet I could make you come just like this," Will contemplated. "Is that what you want?"
"Oh!" Tina shrieked, her body trembling as her climax built. "Yes, Mr. Schue, yes!"
Will smiled at her, noticing all the little signs that meant she was edging towards the precipice. Her body was tense, her moans grew louder every moment, and she arched with increasing desperation into his touches. Tina gasped helplessly as she approached the edge of pleasure - and then Will pulled his fingers cleanly out of her body.
"Oh! No! Please!" Tina cried, looking up at him in utter devastation, her hips bucking up to try to take him back inside.
"Almost there?" Will teased, knowing he'd stopped at the worst possible moment.
"Come back," Tina begged, spreading her legs wider for him. "I'm so close, please..."
"Don't worry," Will growled as he crawled closer, taking his stiff cock in his hand. "I'll give you what you need."
He rubbed the thick head of his cock over her clit, and Tina let out a desperate, guttural sound, her hips bucking against him as she tried to take him inside her.
"Fuck me, do it," she demanded, and reached up to grip his shoulders.
Will was enjoying her desperation a little too much. He moved slowly, rubbing himself torturously over her folds and clit, purposefully keeping her on the edge, not giving her enough stimulation to reach her climax. Tina felt ready to cry, wanting to come so badly... But she was realizing that he was getting off on the power of keeping her on the edge.
"Mr. Schue," she said breathily, letting her eyes flutter up at him a few times. "Please - teach me how to fuck."
She saw his eyes darken, then Will growled, sliding the tip of his erection lower, and slowly began to press it into her slick heat. He took her hips in both hands, smirked down at her - and with one powerful thrust, he shoved his cock nearly all the way inside her.
Tina shrieked wordlessly, her hands clawing at his chest as her body convulsed, her back arching as her cunt tightened helplessly around the intrusion. His cock was enormous. Had she ever been stretched like this before? She could feel every bit of him, hot and long and thick.
Will groaned as he sheathed his aching cock inside her. She was so perfectly wet and snug, he forgot in that moment her request to be taught - the only thing he wanted now was to fuck her until she screamed his name and he came inside her... His hips rolled instinctively, drawing partway out as he leaned over her, planting his hands on either side of her head, ready to thrust back in - then Tina let out a small, pained gasp and Will froze.
"Tina, are you okay?" Will asked, his voice low and shaken, as he pulled himself from a fog of desire to check on her.
"Y-yes," Tina bit her lip and admitted, "It's been a long time..."
"I'll take good care of you," he swore.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, and she said fiercely, "Don't you dare go easy on me. I want it hard, I want to be fucked."
"You will be," Will told her darkly, and slowly began to move.
Tina twitched underneath him, her body clenching around his thick cock as he thrust carefully in and out. She was gripping so hard that her nails were digging into his skin, but Will didn't care - it only added to the pleasure of being buried in her pussy.
"God," Tina cried, exhaling loudly. "That's - you're - oh..."
"I'm what?" Will asked roughly, leaning down to kiss her neck, trying to distract himself from the need to pound into her like she'd asked. If it had been a while, she could use some gentleness to start.
"You know," Tina whined, her eyes locked to his. "I'm sure you don't need your ego stroked any more - oh!" She clenched down helplessly as he thrust in a little deeper.
He was smirking at her now, knowing what she meant.
"Tell me what you mean, and how it makes you feel - and then I'll give you what I want."
"Fuck you," Tina laughed, only for her breath to be punched out by his next thrust. She stared down in shock, realizing he was a little more than halfway in her, and already felt enormous.
Will chuckled, rolling his hips again, loving every ounce of friction. "Next time. Now it's your turn."
Tina bit her lip, trying to keep from giving in - and after several minutes of slow, intense penetration, she gave in.
"Fine," she gasped. "I've never been so full before. Happy now?"
Will grinned down at her. "Was that so hard?"
"I don't know, is it?"
"I think you can feel the answer for yourself," Will answered, laughing. He couldn't help but kiss her again, quickly and fondly. His hands found solid spots on either side of her, he shifted his weight firmly onto his knees - and then he thrust forward, hard, slipping in another inch.
Tina cried out so beautifully, so he did it again, and again, loving every moment. "Oh! God! Fuck!"
Every time she thought she was full and could surely take no more, he found a way to fit more of that monster inside her. She must be soaked, dripping, for him to wedge that cock inside her. She'd never been stretched so far open before. It was the sweetest pain-pleasure she'd ever felt.
Will gritted his teeth, barely clinging to his self-control after she involuntarily squeezed around his cock. His next kiss as he slammed into her was biting, hungry. "You feel so good, Tina," he groaned against her lips. "So wet for me, so perfectly tight..."
A loud whimper escaped her as she trembled beneath him, his kisses and thrusts driving her closer to what promised to be a dizzying peak.
Will watched her hungrily, pleased as all traces of pain fled her features, and she relaxed entirely - and then slowly began to thrust back, moaning each time as she took him in deeply. Soon Tina was shaking beneath him, clutching his shoulders and gasping each time he entered her. Will's hands reached under her to cup her ass, and he began to pull her into him each time he thrust. It allowed him to reach deeper inside her every time, and pleasure spiraled inside her.
"How's that feel, beautiful?" Will asked, his voice low and knowing.
"It's too good," Tina mewled, her hips rolling up into his next deep thrust.
"I didn't know there was such a thing as too good in this context -"
"I - I'm going to come," Tina gasped, her pupils wild with arousal, back arching helplessly as he fucked her slick, needy cunt.
"Yeah? I can't wait to feel you come on my cock," Will groaned. He moved his grip, angling her up for him - and the next time he thrust in, he hit the spot that made her see stars.
"Ah!" Tina shrieked, light blazing behind her eyelids. Unbidden, tears trickled from her eyes as she bucked helplessly underneath him.
Will stared, wondering if she had any idea how beautiful she was when she cried. He knew he liked it more than he should. But he did it again, and again, angling in deep.
"Fuck," Tina cried. "It's good, so good - oh!"
"That's it," Will growled, snapping his hips in long, hard strokes. Tina writhed beneath him, growing overwhelmed by the pleasure. He watched her avidly as her body trembled and arched, and she was lost, only able to cry oh, oh, oh as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"There you go," Will coaxed, bending down to kiss her fiercely. "Let it happen. Come for me, Tina."
At this angle, bent over her, Will slammed against her clit every time he shoved inside her. She took a great gulp of air as he struck her sensitive bud, again and again, jarring in its intensity - and then her orgasm hit her, sending her into a series of intense convulsions that left her sobbing desperately. She saw stars as her inner muscles contracted again and again inside the thick cock inside her, and Will just kept going, fucking her even harder, keeping her climax going on and on...
Will was mesmerized by the way her head fell back, her face going slack with pleasure, lips parted beautifully into a broken moan... That, coupled with the way her tight cunt rippled around his cock, nearly made him come. He yearned to release inside her, but he gritted his teeth, determined to maintain his control. He'd promised to teach her something, not just come after two minutes like an adolescent schoolboy.
As her eyes fluttered shut and her back arched beautifully, she uttered a single, reverent word that nearly had him losing control.
"Will," Tina breathed, utterly undone. She felt like she was floating, quivering with the shocks of the longest, most intense orgasm she'd ever had.
He had to grab her hips and press in deep, abandoning his thrusts in favor of rocking into her, praying the decreased friction would keep him from losing control too soon. Her use of his first name - and god, the way she'd said it - was shockingly, devastatingly intimate.
Tina slowly came back to him, her eyes coming into focus, her body losing the tension of orgasm and relaxing pliantly beneath him. Then she murmured his given name again, wonder evident in her voice and her serene, smiling face.
Will trembled with suppressed desire as he leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. This time he kissed her with tenderness, rocking slowly and gently within her still clenching cunt. Tina kissed back sweetly, sighing into his mouth as she wound her arms about his neck, holding him close. Her body felt utterly relaxed.
"How do you feel?" Will murmured against her lips, kissing her again before he let her answer.
"Amazing," Tina sighed. This time as she pressed up for another kiss, she shyly extended her tongue, licking at his lips. Will shifted closer, and she slowly pressed into his mouth, twirled her tongue against his.
She was too lovely, he marveled, fighting to keep his control. He wanted to come now, and come hard - he was imagining flipping her over onto her hands and knees and plowing into her hard and fast, until he came in her sweet cunt... But despite the whiskey, he was thinking clearly enough to know she deserved more, and he wanted to give her another orgasm before he let go.
Slowly, Will rocked inside her, kissing her tenderly. "You are so beautiful when you lose control," He murmured against her lips.
"Oh my god, Will," Tina breathed, having lost all pretense since he'd made her entire body melt. "I've never come that hard before."
Will suppressed a groan as Tina's breathless words of praise made his cock twitch inside her. He tried to keep his hips rolling steadily, milking more quivers from her sensitive inner muscles. He began to thrust his tongue into her mouth to match the same lazy rhythm of his hips rolling into her.
Slowly, Tina began to recover from her dizzying climax, and began to arch against him, her body instinctively trying to take him deeper. Will leaned back, abandoning her mouth to take a nipple in his mouth. He suckled her firmly, watching her reactions, and Tina whimpered at the jolt of pleasure that went through her as her tender flesh hardened under his tongue.. Will's smile grew as Tina began to move underneath him again, pushing back against his gentle thrusts. When he turned to her other nipple, he bit down and Tina cried out.
"Fuck!"
Will smiled at her cry - he loved how Tina's swearing was pretty and filthy at the same time. Tina lifted her legs, wrapping them about his waist, desperate to get even closer to him. The seemingly endless rolls of his hips were beginning to lengthen, and her breathing grew uneven.
Soon his hips were snapping into her, pushing his thick cock smoothly in and out of her. Tina moaned and rocked back against him, trying to take him as deep as possible. Will shifted his weight back to his knees and reached down to grab her thighs, ignoring Tina's little confused noise of protest as he removed her legs from about his waist. He pushed them back towards her, then lifted them over his shoulders. Tina let out a shaky breath as he leaned forward, pinning her thighs back against her chest. Will watched her intently as he slowly pulled out - then thrust in hard.
"Oh god!" Tina wailed, fingers clawing into the sheets. He’d gone deeper now, deeper than anything ever had, and it was stunning, too intense, a pure pleasure-pain she'd never before experienced.
Will growled with pleasure, loving the way she'd screamed for him. With her legs thrown over his shoulders, the head of his cock had found the bottom of her channel, and he was finally buried balls deep inside her heavenly cunt. Will pulled back slowly, watching her with a growing smile as he plunged in again.
Tina shrieked and arched off the bed, her brown eyes blown wide with arousal as he slammed right against her core again. She couldn't believe how blindingly good each thrust inside of her felt. It was like little fireworks were going off behind her eyes...
"You like that?" Will demanded. He thrust in deep a third time, enjoying her broken cry of his name as her head dropped back in supplication.
"You're in so deep!" Tina cried, hands fisting uselessly at her side as he bent over her, pressing her knees back to her shoulders.
Will began to move, fucking her tight channel with deep, steady strokes, getting closer to the edge every time he slammed against her cervix. She was completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him and stretched so wide and so deep that she couldn't remember sex before this.
"Oh - please - Will," Tina babbled, jolting and crying helplessly as he bottomed out inside her. Tears came down her face at a trickle - and then progressed to streams. "Ahh - it hurts so good, please..."
"Please what?" Will growled, staring in fascination as Tina literally sobbed with pleasure. He wished he had the stamina to do this for hours - she felt amazing around his cock, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Her round, supple breasts bounced enticingly every time he shoved into her, her lips were red where she'd bitten them, and her eyes - god, she just looked at him with such wonder, he’d never felt so powerful. Her big brown eyes never looked away, utterly focused on him, totally dazed by the pounding he was giving her.
"Please. Don't. Stop!" Tina cried, gasping for breath as he fucked it out of her.
"I won't," Will swore, though his breath was starting to come in pants. "Not until you come for me again."
Tina moaned loudly, hands reaching up, searching for something to hang onto. Will gave up all semblance of self-control and began to slam into her, hard and fast.
"Come on sweetheart, I've got to feel you come around me, it was the best fucking thing I've ever felt..."
Tina whimpered and shook beneath him, quieting into sharp little gasps with every thrust, eyes wide and stunned as he bottomed out again and again and - her sight narrowed to his dark, needy eyes as he pounded her full force into a dazzling orgasm. Her mouth fell open, slack with pleasure, eyes rolling back as her body shook and convulsed and tightened around him. Her climax was intense, as she tried to tighten around the thick cock completely filling her pussy.
"Tina, oh fuck!" Will cried out as her clenching inner muscles dragged him over the edge. His vision whited out as he ground deeply inside her and painted her inner walls with his seed. In her dazed orgasmic state, Tina swore she could feel the hot spurt of his semen inside her, causing her cunt to clench down again, drawing a deep groan from him.
They panted and gasped for breath, still locked together as they both slowly came down from their powerful orgasms. When Will began to realize where he was, he didn't want to move - Tina was soft and warm underneath him, and even though he was spent, he was loathe to remove his softening cock from the natural hot sheath of her body.
Will lifted his head from her breasts where he'd collapsed, leaned forward, and kissed her tenderly. He carefully brought her legs down, then with utmost reluctance, pulled himself out from her warmth and groaned at the loss. Then he lay down beside her and pulled her close, arranging them on their sides, and pressed a kiss to Tina's shoulder.
“Tina, that was incredible," Will said in amazement.
“Mmm, yeah it really was,” Tina agreed with a yawn, her eyes already closing. She felt warm and safe in his arms, and ready to collapse from exhaustion after the most intense sex of her life.
Will smiled and closed his eyes, holding her firmly. Tina felt so soft and warm in his arms, and in that moment, he forgot about everything else but her. They remained curled together as they drifted off, both of them perfectly satiated and thoroughly worn out.