"I didn't think I'd get one, let alone four, Ali."

Emily said, sat on the others bed as she looked at the letters in front of her. She's spent the night over, curled up in the others bed before seeing her mother to the airport, picking up her mail on her way back over. College. A dream. She hadn't expected any of this to truly come true, it was perfectly terrifying.

"Well, which one are you thinking?"Alison asked, stood, leaning against the doorway. Since coming back, she loved having Emily over, all to herself, wrapped around her tightly. Not even the sun was allowed to see Emily of a morning until Ali allowed it, if she allowed it. She preferred to have Emily all to herself.

All of this was nonsense. Alison knew where Emily was going to go, even if the other didn't know herself. She watched Emily look over the letters, brow furrowed, entirely too much focus on them, too much, where was her attention? Why wasn't she a factor? Ask me Emily, she thought, let me tell you what to do and nod your pretty little head in agreement, baby.

"They're not even remotely close by any of the others, or home. I'd have to go out on my own." Emily chuckled, but the laughter didn't meet her eyes, her shoulders tense. This wouldn't do. Alison sighed, crossing the room in fluid movements, a hand wiping them from the bed as she took a seat where they once were, ignoring Emily's shocked expression. She kept moving, hands on Emily's shoulders, legs around her waist, pushing Emily to lay flat against her bed, pinning her there. Alison shook her head, moving the hair out of her face as she peered down at the one she was most fascinated by.

"Ali-"

"Shut up. I'll tell you when to speak."

Silence hung around them, Emily's mouth closing. Lovely Emily, Emily who knew how to take an order, knew when to step down. The worry in her eyes, Emily's own hesitancy. The past months, her intimacy with Alison had grown, nothing public or serious, but her heart raced every time and she searched the face over her, looking for a hint, a clue as to what was raising through her mind.

"None of those matter, Em, you already received your acceptance to where you'll go." At Emily's confuses looked, Alison rolled her eyes and continued.

"Community college sweetie, close to home, close to me. We can go together. Your mum will see you whenever she's back, and you can always Skype your dad. You won't be leaving anything behind. All you have to do is say yes." Emily shook her head, already trying to disagree as she sat up, her mouth opening to object. With a roll of her eyes, Alison pushed, slamming Emily back into the mattress, shocking her out of whatever speech she was about to make. The tears in the others eyes, the growing confusion had Alison sighing, lowering her head to Emily's neck, small kisses to reassure her.

"I only just got back, I can't lose you. You'll be out there, forgetting all about me. Find a girlfriend, write me a letter about how perfect she is and how she's the one, getting married. Moving on. I won't have it." Alison mumbled into the crook of her neck, loud enough for her to hear as she closed her lips, sucking a small mark. Emily's eyelids grew heavy with lust, her hands finally free to caress Alison's back as she worked on words to find. Just as she was about to say something, a loud cry forced its way out of her throat. Alison's teeth sharply digging into her skin. Her nails dug into Alison's flesh before she tried to pull away, pushing the blonde. Alison shushed her as she let go, tongue lapping at the bruised skin, kissing it better. She leaned back up, meetings Emily's eyes, her head tilting apologetically as she watched a tear drop from the Emilys eyes.

"Baby, shh." She whispered, leaning up, licking the tears that had already fallen before her lips closed over Emily's. The kiss was short, Alison pulling away to watch Emily. She's frightened her. Perhaps that was a good thing. Then she'd know not to leave her.

"But Ali-"

Alison's eyes narrowed. Oh no, that just wouldn't do. Emily had been told not to speak. Her thumb came to press against the bite Alison had left, Emily's words failing her. They looked at each other, a slow smile meant to be reassuring, made its way to her lips and Alison leaned in to kiss her gently once more.

"You won't leave me Emily. Say it. Say it and we can forget this happened. We can go downstairs and watch a movie. Whatever you want. All you have to do is promise you'll stay."

Faltering, Emily looked at Alison, licking her lips nervously. The thumb now soothed her bite mark, small circles. She gave in, nodding, trying to find her voice.

"I'll stay Ali. I promise I won't leave you." She whispered, her eyes closing. Alison's arms wrapped around her tightly, her head pressing down into her shoulder as she held on for her life.

"Good girl. See, that wasn't so hard. You're so good Em. So good." Alison wiped the remaining tears and sat up. She admired the work she'd made on Emily's neck, the red hues were beautiful against her dark skin, knowing the purple would look just as lovely and tempting. Her plans now were to set them up downstairs, blankets surrounding them, popcorn and movies. She'd call in sick for Emily. The other didn't need the work. Alison would look after them. Alison helped the other up, taking Emily's hand, leading her downstairs. She could understand Emily's silence, shock of course, this wasn't something she expected Em to just understand all at once. However, some understanding and respect was expected instead. Alison could teach and teach, but what really hurt her, was discipline. Emily was so stubborn, so incredibly stubborn, Alison wondered how the other got this far without her for so long. She would learn though, Alison would make sure of it.

Emily was seated on the couch, Alison throwing a blanket over her lap. The tv was turned on, a random channel, some soap drama she'd never seen playing. Emily didn't pay attention, lost as she watched Alison move around the kitchen, making them something to eat. She itched to grab her phone, perhaps call Hanna or Spencer and tell them what was going on, so she could understand it herself. Emily was still silent when Alison made her way over, a cup of cocoa placed in her hands, popcorn in her lap. Alison's worried eyes came into view and a sigh filled the room. She's pushed to fast too quickly. Alison rubbed her temple. She could fix it. She picked up the remote, tucking Emily in close and put a movie in, the one Em had been rambling on about the other day. It didn't hold her interest, instead she lifted Emily's cup to her lips, encouraging the other to sip it slowly. She pulled the blanket around then tightly, kissing Emily's cheek. The idea of apologising crossed her mind, but Alison refused.

She would never apologise for loving Emily.

And she would never let her go.