HEY GUYS! NEW FIC AHEAD!
So, this will be a short multi-chapter fic with about 7 or 8 chapters, but I could write more if you want me so. Enjoy!
"You're late… again" - Ali's voice resonated through the living room. It was half past 2 am and only now could Emily find her way back home.
"I've had a very long night" - After working from 4 pm to 2 am, there wasn't much energy left in Emily. All she wanted to do was drag her exhausted body to the nearest comfortable thing around.
"So did I" - Alison replied and Emily could feel those icy blue eyes tearing her apart. Definitely, this was going to be a long night - "Most of it I stayed up waiting for you"
"I'm sorry. I had an emergency and I couldn't text you" - It was the truth, though. Emily spent her last two hours at the vet hospital trying to save and resuscitate a poor dog who had a heart attack. Turns out she couldn't, and she felt miserable about it.
"Seems like everything in your life is more important than me recently" - Ali snorted - "By the way, how's Paige doing?"
"Ali, don't put her into this" - Emily said protectively. Even though their relationship was over for a long time, she still kept in touch with Paige, considering that they both lived in Los Angeles. They were close friends (and only that, considering that now Paige was dating Sidney and Emily was seeing Alison) and they'd always run together whenever Emily could.
"I wonder why you two always go running together" - Ali smiled meanly, resembling a little the fifteen year old Queen Bee she once was - "It may be related to the fact that you're always late. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you haven't touched me in five weeks!"
Somehow, during their busy lives, Alison and Emily became accommodated with each other. Perhaps it was because they both had insane schedules or simply because they weren't spending as much time together as they should be. Of course, it affected their sex life. When Emily came house exhausted, all she wanted to do on bed was fall asleep. The same thing could be said about Ali. But maybe the worst was the fact that their schedules weren't even minimally compatible.
"I'm not cheating on you, Alison" - Emily retorted.
"You've tried to frame me for a crime I didn't commit once" - Clearly, this memory still bothered the blonde - "I don't doubt anything coming from you"
"That was ten years ago, Alison!" - The shards of unforgiveness hit Em hard on the chest as she snapped - "It's not like you were a saint either"
"But Paige is a saint, isn't she?" - Ali brought the topic back - "She's so pure, so patient, so forgiving. I bet you want her to mother the five kids you want and the you'll all become a big, happy and perfect family!"
Oh, there was that too… Alison and Emily had a huge argument over having a child three weeks ago. Emily wanted a baby more than anything in this world, but Ali wasn't so sure about it, pointing out how busy they had been at the moment while hiding her own insecurities as she'd grown up in a broken family. Emily tried to reach an agreement and very clumsily suggested that Ali should abandon her work if necessary, as she made less money than Emily. It was enough for Ali to snap, saying that she loved her work and that she wasn't going to be a fucking housewife, and she suggested that Emily should choose another girl to build a family with before slamming the door on her face. Alison spent two weeks without talking to Emily properly. Recently, though, she'd begun to open up again.
"I'm too tired to fight over this now. I'm sleeping on the couch tonight" - Emily let out a defeated sigh as she went to her (no, their) bedroom to pick up her stuff. As she left, Alison hid her face in her hands and began to cry.
On the next day, Emily woke up with a sore neck due to having slept on the couch the night before. Alison was nowhere to be seen; she'd probably gone to work already. Yes, Ali did happen to work on Sundays as much as Emily did. That's why it was an understatement to say that their schedules weren't compatible at all.
Today they were going to have a meeting at Spencer's. It was the anniversary of their victory over A/Charles. After they took their nemesis down, they decided that, every year, they'd have a small celebration at one of the Liars' house just to remember that it's possible to have a life after A. So far, they've been doing well, but Emily would rather face A a thousand times again than discussing her problems with Alison.
"Don't forget we have a meeting at Spencer's later. What time will you arrive home?" - Emily sent a text to her girlfriend and hoped she would be in a better mood than yesterday.
This Sunday was a lazy day to Alison. As she worked as a culture journalist at the LA Times, her work schedules were a little bit messed up. Many things on her area happened on the weekend, whereas Monday and Tuesday were boring as hell. Sometimes she got those days off and could go home, but, usually, Emily was never around. Alison guessed that was why they haven't been on good terms lately.
So, when her boss gave her an early leave, Alison was more than happy to comply. After she entered her car, she heard her phone vibrate inside her purse. When she picked it up, she realized that she got a message from Emily.
"Don't forget we have a meeting at Spencer's later. What time will you arrive home?" - Oh, she'd have to go to their friends meeting later and pretend that everything's alright between her and Emily. And then Hanna would shove her (indeed) beautiful daughter on their faces and Emily will once again will ask her: "Why can't we have a beautiful baby?", and Alison would have to hide her face again because her answer would be: "Because I'm afraid of becoming my mother!".
Her nerves were so wrecked that she could barely put the key on the ignition. She started driving and prayed that she came home alive and that she didn't run over any innocent kid or animal.
As nervous as she was, Alison guided her car to the only person who could help her at the moment: Cece Drake.
As soon as Alison arrived at Cece's apartment, she knocked on the door. Nothing. She waited a little (an anxious little) and knocked again. Nothing. And then she gave up to despair and started to knock frenetically on the wooden door, praying that no neighbor came across her on this point.
"Cece, please, open the door! Please, be here! Please!" - She cried.
One second later, said woman opened the door and Ali became embarrassed of how ridiculous she looked.
"What is it Ali? A bitch needs to pee from time to time" - Cece smirked, even though she knew her friend was far from okay.
"Cece..." - Alison didn't even know how to start, so she just took a step forward and jumped on the older blonde arms and cried her heart out.
"Ali, sweetie, what's wrong?" - Cece quit her usual playful mood as she welcomed the other blonde in her arms.
"I think… Emily is going to break up with me!" - Alison said between sobs.
"Americano?! Why?" - Cece tucked her in after closing the door so as to allow them privacy - "She's crazy about you"
"We've been fighting a lot, she wants a child and I don't want one because I know I'll be a horrible mother" - They sat on the couch and Alison curled in Cece's lap.
"Okay, part by part, why are you fighting?" - The older woman tried to put the pieces together.
"I don't know! She started to work late, I started to work late and we were too tired that virtually everything set us off. And she goes out running every other day with Paige and I just can't help but feel jealous and afraid that she will realize one day that she made the wrong choice and then she'll leave me to be with her" - Ali gestured frenetically with her shaking hands.
"Ok, there's not much you can do about your work schedules" - Cece began to think rationally - "And I thought Pigskin had a girlfriend"
"She does..."
"And what makes you think that Emily is going to leave you for her then?" - Cece asked.
Alison sat up and looked into her friend's eyes - "It's been five weeks since the last time we've had sex"
"And they started running together during those five weeks?"
"No, they..."
"Ali, listen to me!" - Cece interrupted - "You're just being insecure. What did Emily do to make you feel like this?"
The journalist took a deep breath - "Emily wants to have a child and I don't"
"You've mentioned this before. Why do you think you'll be a horrible mother?" - Cece questioned.
"Cece, seriously? You've seen my mother! She made me a manipulative and narcissist bitch and it's something I still have on me. What if I treated my child like that? Emily would never forgive me, she would..."
"Have you talked to her about it?"
"When she brought up the subject, I told her that our schedules were killing us and we discussed a little more until she suggested I quit my job because I make less money than she does" - Alison recalled - "And I snapped. I told her I loved my job and I wouldn't be a fucking housewife and then I ignored her for two weeks"
"So you haven't talked to her about your fear of becoming a mother?" - Cece pressed.
Alison didn't answer.
"Sweetie, you have to talk to her about it!" - The older woman advised.
"How? Every time I talk to her, I end up fighting with her!" - Ali whined and hid her face in her hands.
"Okay, Ali, let's get down to business" - Cece set things up - "First of all, stop being so fucking insecure. You're putting your bitchy mode on because you're afraid of getting hurt and I don't know because it's Emily we're talking about and Americano wouldn't hurt a fly"
The younger blonde silently nodded and Cece continued - "Secondly, it seems that you have three major problems. One: you're both working late and that makes you stressed. Two: your stress leads to lack of communication and lack of communication leads to lack of sex. Third: if you don't communicate and if you don't have sex, you lose a lot in intimacy and that leads to fighting"
"Okay, now you're making things worse" - Ali complained.
"No, sweetie, I'm making things clear to you" - Cece insisted - "Problem number one you can't solve because I can't just tell you to quit your jobs. But we can start by solving problem number two"
"Huh, what do you expect me to do?" - Alison laughed bitterly - "Chain Emily and attack her?"
"No, silly" - Cece dismissed - "Why don't you two have a sex week?"
"A sex week?" - Alison arched her brow.
"Yes. You have sex during all days of the week and, in the end, you two talk about the experience" - The other woman explained.
"Cece! Our problem is not only sex!… it's everything!" - Alison exasperated.
"Ali, dear, your relationship is going downhill and I'm only offering you a solution. You take it if you want to" - Cece shrugged.
"Emily will never agree to this" - Ali insisted.
"Have you tried?" - Cece arched her brow, knowing the answer already. No, Ali hadn't tried that. In fact, she hadn't tried much towards Emily in the last few days.
Alison didn't realize she spent that much time crying on Cece's shoulder while trying to get some advice on her situation until she saw it was 6 pm and she was already later to her meeting. She put on some make up and recomposed herself before guiding her car back to the apartment she and Emily lived.
"You're late" - Emily said, not even bothering to look at her face.
"I'm sorry, I got stuck at work" - She gave her girlfriend a lame excuse.
"I called there. Your boss said you left at 2 pm, which makes me wonder… what took you so long?" - Emily asked with a furious gaze.
"Emily, please, let's just go to that damned meeting!" - Alison tried to go around the subject.
"Fine" - The brunette conceded - "But you won't escape from this when we get back" - She rolled her eyes at the blonde and brushed past her, hitting her shoulder on purpose.
Emily and Alison walked into the meeting fashionably late without holding hands and their friends instantly knew that something was up. As far as they remembered, those two couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Still, the couple seemed polite enough, even if Alison looked a little strained.
The reunion went on and, eventually, they started to dine together. That's when Aria and Ezra asked for a moment to speak.
"Guys, we want to tell you something" - Aria began enthusiastically - "I'm pregnant!" - She announced and the whole table cheered, even Alison, who did so as discreetly as possible.
"Congratulations, happy couple!" - Spencer was the first to get up and hug her and Ezra. One by one, the friends gave the couple their best wishes and returned to their sears.
"You'll love being a mom, Aria" - Hanna said, cuddling the little Chloe Ashley Rivers on her arms - "I hope Ezra is as anxious of being a father as Caleb was" - And she smiled to her husband.
"Oh, I've been wanting to be a father since Malcolm ten years ago" - Ezra replied and Alison shifted uncomfortably on her chair.
"What about you, Spence?" - Aria asked.
The smart brunette intertwined her fingers with Toby's - "Well, we've been trying"
Her husband smiled - "Imagine if you get pregnant now, Spencer. Our baby and theirs would have the same age"
"They'd be inseparable… like twins!" - Ezra complemented.
"And what about you, Em?" - Spencer asked and Emily and Alison both froze on their seats.
"Have you guys decided if you want to have children?" - Aria asked.
"Imagine if they adopt an African child? Now, that's much nobler than giving birth!" - Hanna chuckled.
"Well, we haven't really thought about it..." - Emily was heading towards the polite way out when Alison interrupted.
"We're not having children" - Alison declared, the lump in her throat beginning to ache.
"Why?" - Hanna asked while the rest of the table remained in silence.
"We don't have time for this" - Ali snorted.
"For now" - Emily interrupted - "But we can consider the possibility"
"You know what?!" - Ali snapped - "Emily can have all the fucking babies she wants, but not with me!" - And she stormed out of the house.
"Ali!" - Emily stood up to follow her.
"Wait, Em!" - Spencer held her wrist - "Maybe you should give her space"
"I can't let her drive like that, Spencer!" - She tore her wrist away from her friend's grip - "She's a wreckage!" - And she left the house also.
"Alison! ALISON!" - She ran to their as her girlfriend put the key on the ignition. Before Ali could speed out of the Cavanaugh's, however, Emily slammed the front of their car, startling her.
"Emily, what the hell?!" - The blonde cussed as she opened the driver's window.
"Get out of the wheel. I'll drive" - Emily commanded.
"What makes you think that I'll obey?" - Alison challenged.
"You are in no condition to drive, so GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WHEEL!" - Emily practically pushed Alison out of the driver seat, took the wheel and slammed the door before speeding her way out.
When they were halfway home, Emily couldn't hold back her anger anymore and began to argue - "What was that scene about, Ali?! Did you want to humiliate me in front of our friends?! Because, if you did, well done! I can't even look at them in the eye right now!"
"I just told them the truth, Emily" - Alison replied.
"You should've let me speak. I was going to tell them politely that we hadn't thought about that yet, but, no, you had to open your mouth and expose us completely!" - Emily raged.
"I don't see the point of hiding it from them. They'd know it sooner or later" - Alison coolly replied - "I don't want to have kids, Emily, so, if you do, you should have them with someone else"
"Are you breaking up with me?!" - Both hearts broke at those words - "Is that why you lied to me earlier? You're opening your legs to somebody else!" - They arrived home, but refused to get out of the car.
"I'm not cheating on you, Emily" - Alison murmured under her breath. She hated when people used terms like that on her because it made her feel so dirty and it made her jail memories flood her all over again.
"I wonder if it's a girl or a guy" - Emily provoked, inferring about Ali's sexuality - "And I bet it's a cop! You love to open your legs to cops, don't you?" - A hand hit her hard on the left cheek. Alison had slapped her.
"Emily, I'm so sorry!" - Ali retracted her hand immediately after she noticed what she had just done.
"I'm done, Alison" - Emily left the car as the slap weighed down on her. She bolted into her apartment and went straight to the shower, a place where she could cry in peace.
Alison followed Emily into the apartment until she noticed the brunette had escaped to the shower. It would be definitely weird if she joined her after this huge fight. However, Cece's words hammered inside her head and she knew that, if she didn't do something now about her relationship, things would be far too messed up for them to fix it later.
Reluctantly, Alison took off her clothes and headed for the shower.
Emily was crying under the hot water when she heard the stall being opened and felt the chillier bathroom air hit her back. She looked over her her shoulder to find Alison naked (God, that sight years ago would've thrilled her hormones, but right now she was too hurt to care) stepping into the stall. It surprised her a little, because she didn't think that Alison would dare to follow her into the shower, as the blonde didn't like being naked with the lights on. She could count on her fingers the times they had sex in the shower.
"Alison, leave!" - She said categorically.
"Emily, I just came to talk" - The blonde threw her hands in the air as if showing she was harmless and stayed out of the sprinkle.
"Leave! I don't even want to be in the same room with you right now, never mind share a shower" - The vet insisted.
"Emily, please! I just need to tell you something" - Alison pleaded - "I'll even sleep in the car if you want"
The brunette faced away from her - "You have thirty seconds. Start talking"
"I know that our relationship is going down..." - Ali began.
"That's an understatement" - Em interrupted.
"I've been thinking of ways to fix it and I had an idea" - Alison continued as if she hadn't been cut down in the middle of her speech. Emily looked at her, suddenly interested in what she had to say.
"Why don't we have a sex week? I mean, we have sex all days of the week and then we talk about the experience on the last day" - She suggested.
Emily rolled her eyes, feeling angrier than before. Alison's suggestion was foolish, to say the least - "Our problem is not only sex, Alison, in case you haven't noticed" - She turned away.
"I know, but..." - The journalist tried to explain, but was interrupted once again.
"Is that what I am to you, Alison? Your sex toy?" - Emily had tears in her eyes - "Because that's not the way I feel about you!"
Ali took a step forward and instinctively put her hands on Emily's waist - "I'm sorry for suggesting this" - The brunette didn't react to her voice or to the hands on her waist. Instead, she just dead focused her eyes on a lost corner of the stall - "Please!" - She begged, hugging her girlfriend from behind and hiding her face on the crook of Emily's neck, both women shivering at the contact. It's been a while since they've had touched each other physically; there was no more sex, but the simplest things like like kissing and hugging have also perished between them.
Emily closed her eyes, but didn't push Ali off. To be honest, she'd missed the feeling of Ali's skin pressed against her own. Her knees began to falter, so she had to put both her hands on the bathroom wall to support her weight.
Alison nuzzled Emily's neck and allowed the brunette's inebriating scent to invade her nostrils, making her veins burn inside her and, suddenly, her body was feeling something it hadn't felt since five weeks ago: desire. An enormous desire to pin Emily against the bathroom wall and kiss every part of her body until they've lost their minds. Unable to control herself anymore, Alison began to pepper kisses from Emily's shoulder up to her neck, being careful not to press to hard because, for all she knew, her girlfriend was still mad at her.
When Emily felt those heart-shaped lips on her neck, a shiver ran down her spine and went straight to her core and, suddenly, her whole body was on fire. She tried to resist it, she was still mad at Alison, but the rage only seemed to fuel her desire. She was sure she wasn't thinking straight when she threw her head back on Ali's shoulder and placed her hands over her girlfriend's.
"Ali..." - She whimpered.
Upon Emily's receptive response, Alison decided to go a little bolder and snaked one hand up to squeeze the vet's left breast while the other began to draw random patterns on her stomach. Her kisses became rougher as she bit Emily's neck before soothing it with her tongue, probably leaving a mark. Alison smirked when she felt Emily reach back to tangle her fingers on her hair and it instigated her even more. The hand on her girlfriend's stomach began to lower dangerously, but Emily stopped her plans by spinning around in her arms and crashing their lips together.
Their first kiss after the five weeks hiatus shouldn't have been like this: rough, messy, teeth clashing inside their mouths and nails scratching everywhere. However, they were all too glad they had kissed in the first place to care. They didn't stop kissing, not even when Emily's back hit the wall, until they were too breathless to keep going.
"I want you" - Alison declared, her voice charged with desire, and it made each corner of Em's body tingle with lust.
Alison latched her mouth Emily's collarbone, trying to mark her again so everyone could see this beautiful woman had a girlfriend. This sense of ownership was something new to Ali. She had always thought that Emily was her girlfriend, but not hers for a fact. But, right now, she wanted to own the brunette and satisfy her each and every need.
Her desire put her into overdrive and she couldn't help but lower her hands to Emily's thigh, dragging her nails against every inch of soft skin she could find. Surprisingly, her hands found the back of Emily's knee and she tried to pull both her legs up to her waist.
The brunette resisted her advance and pulled her away from her collarbone - "Ali, don't! You can't carry my weight!" - Emily has never wrapped her legs around Ali when they were standing, only because Alison was the smallest and the least sturdy from the two of them and she was afraid that the blonde wouldn't be able to handle her weight and that she'd hurt herself.
"I don't fucking care" - Ali hissed against her chest and yanked her legs off the ground, making her wrap them around her waist. The forceful gesture startled Emily and she had no option but to wrap her arms around the blonde's neck as well.
Surprisingly, Alison didn't seem to struggle as she pinned her against the wall. Emily thought that maybe it had something to do with the fact that Alison was already carrying too much weight on her back and she wanted to show Emily that she can stand it all alone for them.
"Ali..." - Emily whispered against her lips and kissed her, trying to tell her that Ali could share this burden with her, that they were together above everything.
Emily moaned into the kiss when she felt Ali lowering her hand and dipping one finger inside of her, feeling herself clench on her woman's touch. Soon enough, Alison began to easily pump in and out of her slick walls, Emily herself surprised at how wet she was, considering the whole situation.
"Ah" - The brunette threw her head against the wall and sunk her fingertips on Ali's shoulder as the journalist kissed her chin, her jaw, her neck… - "More"
Alison thrust hard inside of her and that made her moan and arch her back against the cold tiles - "Beg" - The blonde commanded and sucked her earlobe.
"Alison, please… Ah!" - Emily was in no condition of being teased.
The journalist smiled and sucked her collarbone while pushing another finger in without slowing down their rhythm.
"God… Ali..." - Emily's head fell against her shoulder and dug her nails on Alison's back as her hips bucked accordingly to the blonde's hand.
Ali tenderly nuzzled her woman's hair and slowed down her rhythm a little, aiming to hit that special spot which made Emily see stars - "Look at me"
Em grabbed a handful of golden hair and locked their gazes. Ali curled her fingers inside of Emily and watched as that beautiful face contorted in pleasure - "Fuck!"
The blonde kissed her cheek and kept doing her magic - "Say my name"
"Alison!" - Emily chanted, coming undone in her girlfriend's arms while Ali securely pinned her against the wall and sensually panted against her mouth. Her feet hit the ground again, but she held onto Alison as if her life depended on it because she couldn't trust her limbs to stand for themselves at the moment.
The journalist leaned in so that their foreheads touched, but dodged her lips when Emily tried to kiss her. The vet looked up at her, seeking for an explanation, and all she found was Alison's cloudy eyes.
"I'm sorry… this is so messed up..." - Ali stepped away, as she was obviously embarrassed by the forceful way she had done things with Emily.
"Alison, wait" - The brunette grabbed her arm when she tried to leave - "I wanted this as much as you did. It's not like you forced yourself on me"
"Still… I could've hurt you..." - She argued.
"But you didn't" - Emily took a step forward and cupped her face with both her hands - "I'm not mad at you, Alison"
"Good" - The blonde just closed her eyes and took in the sensation of having Emily so close to her once again.
"The answer is yes" - Emily's voice woke her from her haze.
"Yes to the sex week" - The vet reiterated.
"Good" - Ali smiled softly - "When do we begin?"
Emily chuckled - "I guess we've just started" - And her brown eyes locked with those blue orbs in front of her. Emily initially thought that the sex week thing was a bad idea, that the lack of sex wasn't their only problem. But, after being defiled against the shower tiles, Emily was suddenly remembered of a part of her that was missing. She had certainly missed Alison's touch and touching Alison and, God, they were having a civilized conversation minutes after having rage sex. Maybe it had nothing to do with sex itself, but with the lack of intimacy they've been facing. Nevertheless, Emily chose to give it a try.
"O-Okay, so tomorrow..." - Ali nervously rubbed the back of her head.
"Tomorrow we'll do it again" - Emily answered, amused to see her girlfriend in such a nervous state (and that didn't happen so often).
"Okay" - Alison took a deep breath and stepped away again - "So I'll just let you finish your shower" - And she headed out for the stall's door.
"Alison" - Emily called and she turned on her heels - "Don't sleep in the car tonight" - She winked and the journalist smiled before finally stepping out of the shower.
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