Tenerife Sea, K+

ummemison asked me to write a one-shot about fetus emison being all cute at the beach while camping.

"Boo!" Alison whispers into Emily's ear, causing the brunette to jump. The poor unsuspecting girl had been transfixed on the ocean, her eyes peering out far over the horizon. Alison loved the way Emily looked at such beautiful sights, and she only hoped that the shy girl would look at her the same way.

"Ali," Emily says with a subtle frown as she tries to mask how easily she scares. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

"Come on, loosen up Em," Ali teases gently with that awful smile that Emily thinks resembles an evil smirk. But the blonde's face gives way to a softer expression, one that the brunette has come to fall for. "It's just me and you. Aren't you happy?"

"Of course," Emily replies quickly, not wanting the blonde to think she was any bit displeased about being the chosen friend to accompany Ali on the DiLaurentis family weekend vacation.

"No school, no girls, no Hanna to eat up all our sweets," Ali jokes cruelly and Emily's smile falters slightly. She doesn't understand why the blonde is so harsh towards their slightly chubbier friend.

"That'd be fun though," Emily says in a quiet voice. It's so quiet that Alison can hardly hear her over the lapping of the waves against the shore.

"It would," Alison agrees. She gets that look in her eye that melts Emily's heart and she stares right at the brunette. "But I'm excited for the weekend, aren't you?"

"Y-y-yes," Emily admits, her voice choking as Ali wraps her arms around the brunette.

"So what do you wanna do on our first night?" Alison asks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"We, uh, could sleep on the beach," Emily suggests cautiously. She bites her tongue, expecting Alison to bite back with some nasty comment about how that'd be weird. But instead the blonde's eyes light up and Emily swears she could see hope in her eyes.

"Yes! I think there's a tent in the house somewhere," she says, her grin big and promising as Emily lets out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. "I love the idea. You're a genius Em."

x-x-x

Emily doesn't understand where this brand new Alison is coming from, but she isn't about to question it. Gone is the freshman queen-bee who terrorizes people in the hallway, the same girl who makes jokes about Emily possibly being gay. And Ali only makes it harder for Emily to figure herself out when she is so hot and cold about the topic- she can't tell if Alison would be utterly disgusted by her actually being gay (because she is, she's come to realize) or if she'd be accepting and fight the world to defend Emily's honor against the conservative people of Rosewood.

BUT Emily isn't about to question it when she's curled up in a tent with Alison, the entrance flap folded back so that they can see the moon over the water. The two of them lay on their back, a sleeping bag beneath them and a blanket draped over the two of them.

There's a bit of space between them, but Emily feels the blonde shiver and shifts slightly to face her.

"Are you cold?" Emily asks, concerned, and even in the moonlight Ali can see that genuine worry and need to help in Emily's eyes. And it warms her heart so.

"A little," Ali admits. She thought she was being cute by wearing very short pajama shorts and a loose tank, but she hadn't counted on how chilly it'd be by the ocean at night. But she wanted to impress Emily, she wanted to be the object of Emily's desires. She would catch the brunette staring a little too long. Her eyes would look at Alison admiringly, like the other girls, but there was a different look to Emily's. The brunette looked at her longingly. Alison supposes that is the main difference.

"Here, you can have some more of the blanket," Emily offers innocently but Alison rolls her eyes lightly, knowing a better way to warm up.

"No need," Alison comments as she scoots closer to the brunette and pushes her so she's flat on her back. The brunette gasps as the blonde curls up to her side, draping one leg over Emily's and a hand across her torso. She buries her head in the crook of the brunette's neck, and it feels like home- it feels safe. "Is this alright?"

Emily nods her head vigorously, not trusting her voice to speak. Ali's thigh is falling dangerously near her center, and she's getting these tingles throughout her body that she doesn't know how to control.

"Em," Ali whispers one more time and Emily cringes inwardly at the way Ali's lips against her skin sends shivers down her spine, and she's sure Ali can sense it. The blonde's hot breath on her neck almost has her trembling.

"Yeah?" Em replies in a tiny voice.

"I can hear your heartbeat pounding," Ali comments softly. Her hand drags up Emily's stomach slowly and Emily gulps, unsure whether or not Ali can sense her body's reactions. The blonde's hand lands on Emily's chest, right above her left breast, on her heart. "Woah."

And it startles Ali quite a bit to feel Emily's rapid heartbeat against her fingertips. She quickly removes her hand, like she's been burned. But truly, she's just afraid that she has this effect on another human, particularly Em. She doesn't care about all the people she plays with, those are just her dolls. But having this much power and control over one person- one very sweet girl who is near and dear to her heart, terrifies her. She can't give too much hope, because she doesn't know how she actually feels. She just knows that she likes this, she likes her body being this close to Emily's.

"Sorry," Emily barely whispers.

"For what?" Ali asks innocently, her voice sweet and loving.

"I…um…"

"Emily, do you remember when I asked you about the kissing rock?"

"Yes," Emily's voice comes out strangled as she tries to remember to breathe as Ali shifts her body so that she's on top of Emily, propping herself up so she can look at the brunette beneath her. This is definitely warmer, in her opinion.

"Who did you want to take?" Ali asks, trying to get the answer she wants to hear. She just wants to hear what will confirm her suspicions. She wants to hear Emily admit that she has a crush on her best friend. But she doesn't expect Emily to suddenly lean up, closing the distance between their lips quickly and Alison is caught off guard. Emily's lips feel so soft against her own, but they leave as quickly as they come.

Emily is horrified, her insides filled with dread. She can't believe she just did that. It's just that, Ali had been looking at her with that protective expression –the one that she gives Emily whenever she's being all sweet and affectionate.

"I guess that answers that question," Ali muses out loud, a little impressed with Emily's burst of confidence. The brunette is surprised that Ali doesn't move off of her in quick haste of discomfort, but rather shifts her body so that she's properly straddling the brunette. She leans down by the brunette's ear. "Don't worry, I was thinking about taking you there too."

"Really?" Emily asks, awe-struck that this is happening. Her stomach has butterflies raging inside it.

"Of course," Ali smiles as she leans back up and hovers her lips over Emily's. "You're my favorite. You know that."

She reconnects their lips, the brunette melting under Alison's gentle kiss, moaning lightly when Alison's tongue begs for entrance. As her tongue sweeps the inside of Emily's mouth, her hands possessively roam up and down Emily's torso, grazing her breasts every now and then. Her hands are loving, caressing Emily's newly developed curves.

Emily squirms, her body dying to be explored further by Alison's hands as her own hands land on Ali's bare thighs, right below her ass. The blonde smiles into the kiss at the feeling of Emily's hands on her, rolling her hips into the brunette once before breaking the kiss.

"Patience," Alison teases lightly as she rolls off Emily, props herself up, and tucks a strand of Emily's hair behind her ear. "We can't have too much fun in one night."

Emily nods, once again too scared to speak. She doesn't want to break whatever spell Alison is under. Because in the morning, Alison will probably pretend this never happened. She knows the blonde too well, and she feels her heart break a little just knowing that. As the blonde touches her chin and tilts her head towards her so she can kiss her gently one more time, Emily savors it because she doesn't know when she'll have this chance again.

And when Emily wakes up, half asleep in the middle of the night, she notices Ali shivering once more. So she takes off her own baggy jacket and uses it to wrap Ali's petite body before putting the blanket back on her. Alison never forgets the moment where she wakes up that morning and finds herself covered in the scent of Emily, and all warm and cozy. She gives into her instincts, and she cuddles herself against Emily as the brunette continues to sleep.

And years later, while on the run, Ali wears the jacket when she gets too cold at night- when she wants to be close to Emily once more.

This is my collection of one-shots, so leave me prompts if you want. (: