So this is my first fanfic for paily. It's abit of fun, the context is explained below but just to outline. Paige and Emily are together and happy. A won't effect this in this story. It'll become clear where stage they are in their relationship during the chapters. Each title will give you an idea of what the game is about... rated M for certain chapters!

Intro: 5 ways to play…

Paige's POV:

'Ok, you've totally lost me' I say as I continue to look deep into those dark black orbs staring back at me as we lay on our fronts at the foot of emilys bed. She just laughs.

"It's really not difficult. Me and the girls used to play it with Ali. Except I kinda have a different version for us in mind…" she responds as she gets that evil yet incredibly sexy glint in her eyes.

"okaaay…. Explain again then?" I say now feeling slightly more positive about trying to understand what the hell this '5 things' game is.

"Its' just something we used to do when we were bored. Something that I actually started so you don't have to think of it as an Alison thing…" she hesitates before I nod her on, not even wanting to go there. "whenever you're bored or want to ask someone something, this is the game you can play. It's like 20questions, except you only have 5….." she pauses again and I nod harder, showing she still hasn't exactly told me anything.
"ok, ok. Well, we used to just ask stuff like if we'd kissed the boy we liked yet, or dare each other to admit a secret. And cause there was five of us, we each had to admit one thing. It's a way of getting someone to tell you the truth, or do something they wouldn't, without them feeling stupid."

"ok, that all sounds fine." I giggle slightly at my initial reservation. "so what's the difference with us then?" I ask.

"Well, we each have five things at a time. So I can ask you to admit 5 things or do five things or whatever. We can take turns, or share goes…. Like if its my turn and I ask you something you also want to know about me, then you can ask me to answer it too… does that make sense?" she pauses, her own confused expression clear.

"Yeah. So if you asked me what my favourite day of the week was, and I wanted to know what yours was… I could just ask you straight away. And that would be two out of the five asked?"

"Yes, but that's lame!" she answers. Which I readily ignore.

"But… if I want it to just be my turn… then I can get you to do five things all on my own accord right?" I ask as I raise my eyebrows and giggle, watching her suddenly regret taking the mick quite so quickly.

"Yes. I guess so." She half smiles. "I just thought, you know. If we ever want to know something, or tell each other something and we don't quite know how to… then this is how" she continues a little shy after a small silence filled her room.

I slowly lean in and bring my lips to hers. Sighing into the kiss. It still stuns me that she can go from mocking me to so sweet in seconds. My palm placed against her cheek, she leans in a little further, her hand at the back on my neck and both our lips open slightly. The atmosphere in the room readily starts to change as I hear her moan.

"mmm, mmph, ok. ok." she moans and then mumbles as she pulls back just centimetres from my lips and opens her eyes slowly as I look into them, wondering what made the breath taking moment end so abruptly. "that's the other thing I had in mind…" she lingers as I watch her eyes rapidly dilate.

"what?" I whisper barely audible as I feel her now hot breath sweep across my lips and my heart rate increase.

"this game…" she lingers as she sweeps her thumb across my lips, staring at them and licking her own unconsciously. "I think it could make life rather interesting" she finishes as my own eyes are now drawn to her slightly wet lips as my brain catches up…

"number one - shirt off." I say flatly.

Her eyes snap to mine as the biggest grin spreads across her face. I know that's not exactly what she meant and not how the game is played, but neither of us care right now.
The game itself, I think is a great idea. She knows I sometimes have trouble getting my emotions out in the right way, so this could work out really well.. But for right now, all I need is her damn shirt off.

Within seconds, her fingers leave my cheek and find the bottom of her shirt as she rips it over her head and for a while, the conversation is completely forgotten….