Inspired because I was sick in bed all weekend with a sinus infection and my lovable pooch (who looks freakishly like Pepe from the show) kept me company. He's seriously so sweet. Plus, a little Emison fluff never hurt anyone!

All of the 6A plot points are pretty much the same (with some minor tweaking where appropriate wink wink)

I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you guys think!

Emison Oneshot: Sinus Infection

Emily groaned as she shifted in her bed. This was seriously the worst! She hated being sick as much as she hated this new texting tormentor who was stealing her eggs and making the others' lives a living hell. Like what the fuck universe!? It was bad enough that she was a college dropout who lost her father and spent the last few years lying to her mother about what she was really doing in California.

Feeling a huge sneeze coming on Emily fumbled out of the many blankets she was currently wrapped in to help with the chills that were pouring through her body and grabbed a Kleenex off her night stand just in time. Yeah that would not have been cute if her phlegm like secretions would have ended up all over her oh so comfortable blankets. Exhausted from the energy she just had to exert in her Kleenex seeking endeavor Emily falls back onto her bed with an exaggerated thump.

One of the many downsides of no longer living with her mother was the lack of constant care Pam would offer her when she was feeling ill. She was always there to make her soup and offer her soothing hugs while making her take some disgustingly tasting medicine. But nevertheless the elder Fields woman always had the former swimmer back on her feet in a few days maximum.

And her current roommate hadn't even been home in three days. Emily seriously loved living with Hanna-the two of them always had a blast and Hanna's blunt reactions to everything emoji psycho sent them kept Emily feeling not so down and out of control about their current predicament, but the spunky blonde seriously didn't have a maternal instinct bone in her body. In fact Emily didn't even know if her other best friends had even noticed her absence from the suburban town in the past few days that this sinus infection had kept her in bed and shut off from the world.

Spencer was too busy with her mom's campaign and sleeping with Caleb-and she knows it shouldn't creep her out as much as it does that the future politician and computer genius were now in a relationship-but it was just plain damn weird. That'd be like if she spontaneously decided to start dating Toby…or Ezra. Like gross it's just not okay, but whatever they were all adults now and if Hanna and Toby wanted to keep lying that the duo didn't bother them who was she to bring it up?

And she knows for a fact that it does bother Hanna because a couple weeks ago when they'd been drinking wine and watching Netflix she'd blurted out how much she missed and still loved Caleb. Emily didn't want to press her best friend at the time, but with her and Jordan's wedding fast approaching-she knew she'd have to bring it up eventually. And that daunting task just made her headache feel so much worse.

Aria was probably ghost writing Ezra's book which Emily also found very very odd. Emily worried about the tiny brunette's obsessive attachment to their former English teacher…and she feared not only would it cost the publisher her relationship with Liam but also her job if her hard as nails boss ever uncovered what she was actually doing in Rosewood. God why did it seem sometimes like none of them had actually grown at all or learned anything in the past five years? They still acted like teenagers a majority of the time-only now they had real adult world problems to coincide with the ones caused by their tormentor.

And Jesus the brunette didn't even want her mind to venture to the other blonde that encompassed her life (and no she's not talking about Sara Harvey).

Alison DiLaurentis…her Ali…her angel. GOD!? Why did she have to be falling in love with her again? Please her subconscious scoffed at her-you never fell out of love with her to begin with. Well, that was true. Emily let out a frustrated sigh…it's just that ever since Ali had gone with her to the hospital and been by her side through that entire fertilization ordeal…all she can think about is the gorgeous blonde.

And of course right after she thought there was still a spark between the two of them she finds out that Alison has been secretly seeing Dr. Rollins or Elliot-either way, gross she's throwing up regardless-for years now. Years?! Ugh she doesn't care that he 'saved Charlotte's soul' or whatever shit Spencer was spewing about why Ali fell in love with him, he could never make Alison as happy as she could. No one loved Alison as much as she did. The blonde was her entire world…and Emily didn't care if that was unhealthy-it was the fucking truth.

Her mom knew it, Hanna knew it, hell even fucking Tanner knew it. Hence why the Lieutenant was always lurking around wanting to talk to Emily about all things DiLaurentis…if everyone in Rosewood could see how much Alison still meant to her why couldn't the teacher see that? Oh yeah because Emily sucked at telling Alison how she felt (her track record was seriously lacking in that department).

For God sakes they both finally gave into their physical desires for one another after the blonde returned and then they never even fucking talked about it…but that can't stop her from dreaming about that night every time she closes her eyes. Because holy Jesus was Alison beautiful; and to make love to her was the best fucking thing that had ever happened to Emily.

But her relationship with Alison is so much more than just pure physical attraction. They share an intimacy and a spiritual connection that some people spend their whole lives trying to find. And if they both weren't so stubborn and actually talked things through they could have been building a future together instead of falling apart (for the millionth time).

Physically feeling like utter shit and suffering from a broken heart because of her own stupidity-she should have just told Alison how she felt five years ago but of course she fled to California and had very little contact with her afterwards-Emily buries her head underneath her blankets. She wants to scream out in frustration but her voice is so scratchy it would hardly be audible if she did. She doesn't even have Hanna here to keep her mind preoccupied and her ears were ringing so badly she couldn't watch TV, which meant she was going to be thinking about Alison until her drained body fell back into a restless slumber. But even sleep couldn't bring her reprise because Alison made up every facet of her dreams.

She was hopelessly in love and it was terrible because Alison belonged to someone else.


A few hours later Emily begins to stir but she's really confused because she's a lot more comfortable than she's been in the last few days. Despite how congested her nose is the brunette is enveloped by the scent of vanilla and her body isn't aching for a wonder. In fact she feels like she's completely wrapped around something…

What in the hell had happened while she'd been asleep? Deciding she needed to be a grown ass woman and open her eyes to figure out what was going on, Emily begrudgingly forces her sick eyes to open and she can only imagine the shocked expression that spread across her face as she takes in the adorable sight of her favorite dog in the whole world snuggled up against her. Now the comfort she'd felt makes sense because she had Pepe loosely secured in a hug. God this dog…and more importantly the woman he belonged to did unimaginable things to her heart.

Pepe's tired eyes slowly opened and he excitedly licked Emily's face in greeting. He was seriously the cutest thing ever (well not as cute as Ali but for dogs he was in a whole other league).

"Hey buddy it's good to see you too." She croaked out as the loving sheltie/terrier mix continued to nuzzle her face with his wet nose. Since she'd been sick she had missed the time she usually spent with Pepe every day. Given that her life had been seemingly falling apart once she'd returned to Rosewood and she was dangerously consumed by her dark thoughts Alison had offered that she could hang out with Pepe while the blonde was at work. Ali knew how much Emily adored the friendly furball and she got the sense that the blonde could tell how desperately the former swimmer needed the distraction. Spending all day with Pepe in the woods or at the dog park had helped relieve her of some much needed stress and given her amble opportunity to work out (which did wonders for her psyche). Plus spending all day with Pepe meant she had to bring him home every evening which meant she got to see Alison every day. Even if it was only briefly just the sight of her first love made Emily feel exponentially better-Ali's presence quieted the self-loathing voices that consumed her thoughts.

Pepe rolled onto his back like the complete goof that he was begging Emily to scratch his exposed tummy and let's be real she couldn't deny the adorable creature. Despite how weak she was from the lack of food she'd been consuming over the past few days Emily mustered up enough strength to scratch Pepe effectively enough that his tongue was hanging out of his mouth.

"Well if that isn't the cutest thing I've ever seen." Ali's soft voice filtered into the bedroom from the door frame that she was leaning against and Emily had to ready herself to turn over and face the woman she was completely in love with-breathe Fields breathe.

But as she turned her uncharacteristically weak body towards the blonde it was to no avail. Alison managed to completely take her breath away. She was wearing a Rosewood High t-shirt, Nike sweatpants, and no makeup. Emily thought she never looked more beautiful-God how was she ever going to survive witnessing Alison and Dr. Rollins openly be in a relationship? It was going to destroy her plain and simple.

Alison was sporting a genuine smile which made the brunette smile right back (despite how seemingly ill she was) because the sight was too warming not to love. With Charlotte's murderer still not apprehended and a new tormentor lurking in the shadows it wasn't often that the blonde expressed sincere happiness…and it was just really nice to see.

"I swear Em that dog loves you more than he loves me." Pepe barked at his owner's statement and then affectionately jumped on top of Emily. Despite how much her lungs were going to be throbbing afterwards Emily let out a loud chuckle because it was kind of true. Pepe completely worshiped the ground she walked on.

However not wanting to make Alison feel bad the brunette slyly replied, "That's not true, Ali. He only likes me because I take him running and roll around in the dirt with him."

"Yeah I'm not one for rolling around in the dirt." Alison playfully threw out before crossing the room and sitting next to Emily on the bed. As she sat down Pepe leaped up from where he was currently laying to pounce on the blonde and affectionately kiss her face. The little giggles that escaped Alison's lips were all sorts of adorable and the brunette was just grateful that she got to witness one of the rare moments where the blonde let herself be carefree.

"See Ali, you're totally his favorite." Emily reasoned as Pepe settled between the pair. She rested her hand on top of Ali's that was on Pepe's back and felt her heart skip a beat when Alison shifted her hand so her palm faced upwards and she interlocked her fingers with Emily's. The brunette couldn't help but notice how perfectly they fit-like yin and yang. Jesus Alison DiLaurentis was going to be the death of her, but what a sweet way to go.

"I was worried about you, mermaid." Ali's voice was sweet with an underlying caring tone and Emily wanted to reply that she didn't need to worry about her but the use of the nickname Alison had given her in her diary since before she disappeared threw the former swimmer for an unexpected loop. As if sensing that Emily had lost all ability to speak Alison continued, "You stopped replying to my texts yesterday. I figured you took a turn for the worse." Ali's mesmerizing blue orbs were swirling with what she swears to God is love (as if she'd be that lucky) and Emily can feel herself falling even further. She's one hell of a swimmer but she'd gladly drown in Ali's eyes any day of the week.

"And from the looks of things," Alison gestures to the used Kleenex that are scattered all over her bedroom floor, "My suspicions were correct."

It deeply touched Emily that Alison had shown up to her and Hanna's apartment unannounced strictly to check up on her. Over the course of her illness she's missed having human contact (especially since Hanna had jetted off as soon as Emily mentioned not feeling well).

"I know it was probably rude to just pop in here unannounced, but Pepe was going through Emily withdrawals. So…I apologize." Alison jokingly reasons and Emily lets out a gentle laugh. How was it possible that Alison was making all of her fatigue disappear simply by existing?

"There's no need to apologize, Ali. I love having you and Pepe around." I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being. Screw Elliot I could make you so much happier than he ever could.

Alison's eyes softened at her words and her bottom lip trembled ever so subtly as she squeezed the brunette's hand in her own and softly declared, "I'm so glad your back, Em."

Emily could have replied with a million different sentiments but she settled for the honest to God truth, "So am I." As if I could ever leave after laying eyes on you Alison. Why can't you see how much you mean to me? How much you've always meant to me? How much you always will mean to me?


An hour later Alison had convinced Emily to leave the hibernation chamber that her bedroom had become and venture out to the living room and kitchen area of the apartment. She'd had to lean on Alison for support the entire way down the stairs because it was the furthest she'd walked in the last few days. It was also an excuse to be completely enveloped with all things Ali and having the gorgeous blonde snake a strong arm around her midsection to keep her upright had sent an infinite amount of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Alison had insisted on making her something substantial to eat despite Emily's protest that she could keep surviving on water and saltine crackers.

However Emily made a mental note never to object to Alison cooking for her again after she realized how absolutely adorable Alison was in the kitchen. After gripping about how her and Hanna had literally "nothing" to eat and asking "how she could possibly work under these conditions?" the blonde had settled into a comfortable motion of preparing whatever it was she was making.

Emily was currently sitting upright on the couch with the throw blanket wrapped around her shoulders and Pepe resting his head in her lap. She was quietly watching reruns of The Golden Girls and by watching she means stealing glances at Alison every chance she could. Damn why was the blonde taken again?

Scratching Pepe behind his ears Emily whispered to her canine best friend so Alison couldn't hear, "Pepe you have got to talk to your mom and convince her to ditch the doctor." Pepe looked at her with sympathy in his soulful brown eyes, "Convince her to leave the PhD and be with me…you're currently unemployed, college dropout bestie." Realizing how ridiculous the notion sounded out loud she buried her head in Pepe's neck and whined, "God, who am I kidding?"

A few minutes later Alison made it over to the couch with two steaming bowls of incredibly tasty looking soup.

Handing Emily her bowl she explained, "It was the best I could do given the circumstances."

"Are you crazy?" She gave the blonde an incredulous look as she settled on the couch on the other side of Pepe, "Ali this smells amazing. Thank you so much." Emily's voice was dripping with appreciation and sincerity. And seriously if Alison could somehow gather up enough ingredients in her and Hanna's kitchen to make delicious homemade soup, what couldn't the blonde do?

Alison seemed taken back by her gratitude and stuttered out, "Oh-h yeah. It's no big deal. You're welcome, Emily." That was odd. Did Elliot not thank her for her kind gestures? If that was the case he was a fucking idiot-she'd give anything to be with someone as thoughtful as Alison. Well okay that's a lie-she'd give anything to be with Alison.

After a few silent moments of both of them enjoying the blonde's soup (seriously if this teaching gig didn't work out for Ali she could open up a restaurant or something) Alison inquired, "I didn't know you liked this show."

Drawing her eyes away from the TV so she could properly look at Alison who had inched closer to her as Pepe had decided that the throw rug by the fireplace was more comfortable to lay on she replied, "The Golden Girls? Are you kidding? I love it. I used to watch it all the time with my grandma." Emily noticed that her throat didn't feel as scratchy and her voice sounded stronger than it had recently. This was most likely a result of the decongestants and Advil the blonde had made her take before venturing into the living room (not to mention that amazing soup). Ali really did have the magical touch when it came to healing her.

"Oh my gosh seriously!? I used to watch it with my grandma as well."

"Was her favorite character Sophia?" The brunette inquired with a knowing look.

"Yes! How'd you know that?"

Emily just shook her head as she explained, "Because everyone from that generation loves Sophia…with her smart comments and elderly wisdom-not to mention all the crazy antics she got herself involved in."

Alison smiles at her before asking, "Who was your favorite?"

"I didn't really have a favorite. I liked their dynamic. All four women were so different from one another-that's what made their friendship so strong." It isn't lost on Emily that she and Alison are mere inches apart now-if she just leaned a little bit forward she could capture those oh so inviting heart shaped lips with her own. Does Alison feel this pull as well? Does she feel drawn to me like I'm so drawn to her?

Flicking her gaze from Emily's lips back up to the brunette's eyes the blonde clarifies, "Kind of like our group."

The atmosphere between the two of them has become completely charged and Emily's head is spinning from something other than her sinus passages being clogged.

"Yeah…" She breathes out and she swears she sees Alison's breath hitch in her throat as the blondes eyes flutter closed and their foreheads rest together. Emily resists the urge to just kiss Alison senseless because she wants to make sure Ali wants this just as badly as she does. Just kiss me Ali. Just kiss me to let me know you feel the same way.

Right as their lips are about to meet Alison's phone rings and the interruption causes both of them to reluctantly pull away from one another. Unless she's become completely incompetent when it comes to reading Ali's expressions the blonde communicates a silent apology to her as Emily lets out a sigh full of longing. That would've been their first kiss in over five years and it would have been magical.

Reaching into the pocket of her sweat pants Ali glances down at her iPhone and Emily sees excitement spread across her flawless face. Dear God if that's who Emily thinks it is calling she's going to throw up. Just add that onto the many symptoms she's already exhibiting.

Swiping her thumb across the screen to answer the call Ali's exuberant voice filled the apartment, "Principal Hackett thank you so much for getting back to me!"

Emily breathed out a sigh of relief given that Ali's boss was the one making her smile so radiantly instead of her…boyfriend (disgusting might she add).

But wait why was Ali's boss calling her on a Saturday?

"So hypothetically speaking if she were to apply what would her chances be?" Alison was gazing at her with a glint in her ever expressive eyes but Emily didn't understand why. Was the blonde talking about her to the principal? What the hell?

"No, that's great!...Yes I will definitely talk to her!...You too...Thank you again!" Alison was literally glowing after her conversation with her boss and Emily still had no idea why. Plus she was still reeling from almost kissing Ali as well.

"Ali, what was that about?" The brunette arched an eyebrow as she asked.

Alison collected their bowls from the coffee table as she sashayed her way into the kitchen as her voice rang out with an edge of mystery, "Ohhh, nothing."

After snapping out of the trance that she had been in watching Alison's backside retreat into the kitchen-damn what an ass-Emily wrapped the throw blanket securely around her shoulders as she mustered up all her strength to walk after the blonde.

"You're literally beaming. That's not nothing." Emily pointed out to the smiling blonde who was loading the dishwasher.

"Well if you must know Miss Fields…it was brought up at the last faculty meeting that Rosewood High needs a new swim coach…and a certain English teacher friend of yours might have brought your name up. I figured this way you could coach in the mornings and afternoons and attend classes during the day to finish up your degree."

Emily was rendered speechless and her mouth hung slightly agape. Alison had done what for her?

Interpreting Emily's silence as disapproval Alison began fumbling over her words, "I'm not trying to tell you what to do with your life or anything. I just figured if you're going to stay in town, then you-"

Emily closed the short distance between them and enveloped Alison in a strong hug. Her toned arms were secured firmly around the blonde's slim waist as Ali wrapped hers around Emily's neck and finished her sentence, "Might as well do something you love."

Emily buried her head in the nape of Alison's neck and just inhaled her unique vanilla scent. In the midst of their hug the throw blanket that had been around her shoulders fell to the kitchen floor but the brunette no longer felt chilled. She felt warm…so so warm. Maybe just maybe she could get some direction in her life after all.

Relishing in having Alison in her arms again for a few minutes Emily slightly pulled back from their embrace so she could stare into the blue eyes that completely held her heart and croaked out, "Thank you."

Alison reverently brushed a strand of her brown hair behind her ear as she proclaimed, "I just-I just want to help you as much as I can Emily."

Lightly cupping Alison's face and caressing her cheek with the pad of her thumb Emily wholeheartedly replied, "You do…just by being here."

That moment solidified for Emily why they were soulmates. They both continuously believed in each other and were willing to do anything to make the other see just how special they were. She knew she would never have this with any other woman…and she refused to believe that Alison could share this special of a connection with anyone besides her. They were two imperfect halves who came together to form an unbreakable union. Everything that sought to keep them apart-Elliot, emoji texting psycho, personal insecurities-be damned. She wasn't at her full strength now, but once she got over this damn sinus infection Emily vowed to win Alison back-to find some way for them to be together.


Two Weeks Later

Feeling a million times physically better than she did a couple weeks ago Emily was currently jogging though the woods of Rosewood with her trusted canine bestie by her side. Pepe was definitely thrilled that she was back to her old active self. Rounding an all too familiar corner that led into a certain clearing Emily's pace slowed drastically as her eyes fell on the kissing rock…their kissing rock.

Sensing that his running buddy was no longer keeping up with him Pepe turned around and jogged back over to where Emily was just standing and staring. The adorable fur ball didn't understand what had suddenly made his friend so sad as he lightly nudged her leg and whimpered. Crouching down besides the dog she scratched behind Pepe's ears to appease him for the time being. Emily could feel her soul crack as she took in the faded spray paint that adorned the rock enclosed by a heart.

EF + AD

Feeling tears welling up in her eyes Emily bunched up the hem of her Rosewood High Swim Team t-shirt (compliments of her new job as the girls swim coach) and brought it up to hold against her eyes. She was hoping the pressure would keep her tears from cascading down her cheeks. But the reminder of the innocent relationship she used to share with Alison and how completely screwed up it was now was just too damn much to bare.

After Alison had spent an entire Saturday and Sunday nurturing her back to health, Emily was planning on telling her how she felt during one of their many cuddling sessions, but before she could even blink Elliot went and proposed and to make matters even worse Alison had accepted without so much as a second thought. It was then after Alison was gushing to the four of them about her engagement at The Brew that Emily realized how incredibly stupid she had been to even consider that Alison felt remotely the same as her. When the blonde had broken the news about her impending nuptials Emily had been so shocked that she could hardly mutter out a word edge wise. She thinks she might have offered a fake 'congratulations' but she honestly can't even remember.

And of course she would have to witness the love of her life marry someone else after she had made moves to make Rosewood her home for the forcible future-enrolling in classes at Hollis, accepting the position at Rosewood High-yeah the fucking irony wasn't lost on her. She wouldn't even have any excuse to leave. She'd have to witness Alison holding Elliot's hand, kissing him, laughing with him and those thoughts alone were why she hadn't been sleeping since she'd found out.

Accepting that it was no use trying to keep her tears at bay Emily wrapped her arms around Pepe and sobbed into his fur. Pepe nuzzled his head into her shoulder and Emily got the distinct impression that he was just as sad as she was. His two favorite people in the world were meant to be together…but one of them was engaged to someone else. Damn, life really wasn't fair sometimes.

Feeling utterly exhausted after her crying session Emily leaned back against the kissing rock and tried to calm herself down. Like the loyal companion he was Pepe sat right beside her. She ran her fingers through his soft fur as she began to explain everything she was feeling to the one living creature who wouldn't judge her,

"You know buddy I used to come to this rock all the time and cry over your mom...You see I thought she was dead and this place was so…special to the both of us. It was like the one spot where your mom could be open about how she felt and I wasn't scared to be who I really am. I don't know Pepe I always just thought the two of us would end up together, ya know?"

She locked eyes with the dog and she swears he understood every word she was uttering.

"I've been in love with her since I was fourteen. It didn't matter if I was in a relationship with someone else-I could never really be with them because your mom always held a piece of my heart. Honestly buddy…I didn't care. I never wanted to let her go, but now things have changed-and I have to let her go. I have to let her go so she can be happy."

Pepe gave her a look that conveyed the sentiment "Have you lost your mind?"

Resting her head against Pepe's strong shoulder Emily continued lamenting, "Don't look at me like that, Pepe. She's happy and as much as it kills me I have to accept that…But one thing's for sure buddy…I'll never stop loving her."

The sound of a twig snapping had Emily jumping up from her seated position and turning in the direction where the noise came from. Emily was surprised that Pepe remained composed because usually the dog was in full on protective mode whenever he thought someone could be a threat to her. But as the figure emerged from the wooded area into the clearing Emily understood why the dog was calm and collected because it was none other than Alison DiLaurentis.

The teacher was wearing a surprised expression as she tentatively walked towards Emily. Pepe had bound over towards his owner in greeting and Emily cast her eyes to the ground because shit…she had literally just opened her heart to Pepe and given the look Ali gave her she had heard everything.

Emily refused to bring her eyes up from the ground because her heart was cracking inside her and looking into Alison's ocean pools was only going to destroy her even more. But as Ali's boots came within a foot of her Nike clad feet she tentatively croaked out, "How much did you hear?"

"I could lie and tell you nothing and we could both do that thing that we're so good at and never actually confess how we really feel."

Ali's answer had Emily's pained eyes moving from their position on the ground up towards the woman who literally held her fate in her hands.

"Or I could be honest and tell you that I heard every word." Alison's voice is laced with emotion and Emily realizes that she's not the only one on the verge of tears.

Emily nods her head a few times and somehow manages to get out, "I just…I just want you to be happy, Ali."

Ali shakes her head at that answer and desperately implores, "How come you can tell my dog how you feel but you can't tell me?"

"Because-" Emily's voice cracks and she can't get the rest of her thought out as her throat constricts in pain.

Alison steps impossibly closer to her as she practically screams at her, "Because why!?"

That's when Emily snaps-how dare Alison yell at her for not being able to express how she feels, "Because if I never look in your eyes and tell you how madly I'm in love with you. How I've always been in love with you. How I always will be in love with you!" Emily can't see clearly because of all the tears that are messily cascading down her cheeks, "Then you can't look me back in mine and reject me." She whips furiously at her tears but it's to no avail, "Then I can still imagine that all of our little moments actually mean something to you." The brunette feels her heart completely crack as she bores into Alison's soul, "That I actually me-mean something to you!"

It's the most honest she's ever been with Alison and the blonde is now the one at a loss for words-funny how that always seems to happen.

After what feels like an eternity Alison whips away her own tears that have fallen because it's evident to the both of them that this conversation is going to change the course of their relationship forever. They won't be able to just be friends anymore and if they both aren't on the same page when it comes to whatever romantic feelings exist between them-there'll just be nothing left. And that's devastating because Emily can't imagine her life without Alison…and she's pretty sure Alison can't imagine her life without her. But that's where they stand-at a complete and total precipice.

"How can you not see, Emily?" Alison pleadingly asks.

"See what, Alison?" Emily exhaustedly lets out and turns her back to the love of her life because she's just so drained.

Alison steps around her and gently cups her face in her hands forcing Emily to meet her gaze, "That you mean absolutely everything to me. I love you, too."

Emily's heart swells to a capacity that can't be normal and all she wants to do is kiss Alison senseless, but the reality of the situation they're in causes her to point out the obvious, "You're engaged to Elliot, Ali."

The blonde beauty shakes her head, "No, no I'm not. Not anymore." And the brunette notices for the first time that the rock Alison had been sporting on her left ring finger isn't there anymore-could this really be happening?

"What?" Emily feels her heart stop beating because if this is a trick she swears to God someone's gonna wind up dead.

"That's why I was trying to find you, so I could tell you that I've been such an idiot for so long. I almost had myself convinced that he could make me happy, but…he's not you Em. He doesn't make my heart flutter just by saying my name. Or make me want to be a better person just by smiling at me. And he doesn't understand my love for The Golden Girls." The brunette lets out a delighted chuckle at that remembering how many episodes she and Alison had binge watched of the 1980s series while she'd been sicker than a dog. "You're my everything Emily Fields and I can't believe it took me damn near a decade to admit that to you-to admit it to myself."

Emily wraps her arms securely around Alison's waist as she jokingly states, "Well…in your defense a lot of shit's happened during that decade-I mean for Christ sake Ali you came back from the dead."

Ali playfully nudges her shoulder and Emily can't believe this is real. That Alison actually feels the same way as her. That they can actually be together…

Ali's looking at her like she's the most precious thing on earth and Emily can't believe she can finally call this woman hers, "I love you, Emily. I don't want to live another second as anything other than your girlfriend."

Emily knows she's wearing the stupidest smile on her face but she can't help it-this is the best fucking day of her life. Pepe runs over to the pair and jumps on his hind legs in excitement, nudging the back of Emily's legs, which causes the swimming coach to lose her balance and start to fall backwards.

Given how securely she had Alison wrapped in her arms, the blonde came crashing down with her. She tried to soften the blow but she ends up on her back with Alison sprawled out on top of her right next to their spray painted initials on the kissing rock.

"Em, oh my God are you okay!?" Alison is searching her body for injuries and Emily thinks it's adorable how much the blonde really does care.

Grasping Alison's hands Emily waits for her to meet her gaze before proclaiming, "You love me. I'm perfect."

Alison kisses the back of her hand before offering her a coy smile, "Are you always this cheesy, Fields?"

The brunette lets out a hearty laugh, "Only with you, DiLaurentis. Only with you."

Alison leans down and captures her lips in a longing kiss that's filled with five years of separation and yearning. It hits Emily as their mid-lip lock that she can do this with Alison all the time now. She can openly love her and no one can say shit about it. And that's the greatest thing in the world. Emily moans into Ali's mouth as the blonde begs her for entrance with her tongue-and as she's never been able to resist her Ali before-she grants her access. This is simultaneously the hottest yet most innocent kiss that the two of them have ever shared. It's filled with unquenchable desire that sends a throbbing feeling straight to Emily's core and an exponential amount of love that makes her heart soar. She was going to make Alison DiLaurentis the happiest woman on the planet. They were going to be the couple that had the relationship everyone desires-and damn was it going to be one hell of story to tell the grandkids someday when they were as old as Blanche, Rose, and Dorothy.

She couldn't wait to embark on this adventure with Alison and as the blonde's hand made its way underneath her t-shirt and ghosted over her abs, she couldn't wait to get Pepe home and show Ali just how fucking much she loved her.

When they finally broke apart and were both gasping for air, Emily couldn't help but be grateful that she had been on the brink of sinus infection death two weeks ago. Those two days of spending nonstop time with Ali had solidified what she'd always known-they were soulmates and it was absolutely criminal for them to deny it anymore.

Pepe made his way over to the pair obviously feeling neglected given their intense make out session and Emily smiled warmly at the dog who had been responsible for her finally opening up about how she felt about Alison. It seems as if Pepe really did talk to his mom about choosing Emily over that dumbass Dr. Rollins.

Alison helped Emily stand up and the trio made their way out of the kissing rock clearing into the next chapter of their lives. Emily's arm was draped over Alison's shoulders as the blonde leaned into her side smiling up at her like a hopeless fool in love (and the brunette knows she's looking down at her with the exact same expression). Pepe trotted ahead of the pair completely smitten that his two favorite people had finally stated the obvious and acted on their feelings.

Gently kissing her cheek Alison innocently chimes, "I love you, Emily. I'm sorry it took me so long to say it."

Squeezing Ali impossibly closer Emily kisses the top of her head before replying, "You were worth the wait and I love you too, Ali."

Seriously Emily, Alison, and Pepe make the cutest damn family ever! I hope this can bring you all a little joy as we're more than likely going to be livid for the next few episodes of PLL (I want to believe we'll get Emison in the finale, but with these writers you never freaking know and it's so frustrating)!

Love you all!