This is a very short piece that I wrote about a week ago. I was inspired by a prompt that I saw on Tumblr, which I will post below, and well, the Emison feelings came. For those of you that follow me over on Tumblr, you may have already seen this, but I just wanted to post it here too, since most of my stuff is posted here (though there are a few other little bits and pieces I have written over there that aren't here, so if anyone's interested in them, let me know and I'll pop them on here for you to read!)
I am currently working on chapter 23 Hand in Hand and am hoping to have that up pretty soon, so have no fear, it is finally on it's way! I'm also gradually plotting out the next few chapters of DYR, and have a few other things in the pipeline (Which I have been keeping close to my chest until now, but you will all be filled in about that new little project pretty soon so watch this space!)
Anyway, until next time
Lo
Prompt: Person A and Person B have been broken up for awhile now, but when Person B finds out Person A still wears their old hoodie like a shield of amour, all the feelings come rushing back.
Emily and Alison had had a…difficult relationship, so to speak. It was a relationship that had been fuelled and melded together by the cyber-stalker from their teens. It was a relationship that had tripped and stumbled through murders, threatening messages and sick mind games. A relationship that was pushed together by an unexpected pregnancy, that neither woman asked for nor wanted, but were prepared to face together. A pregnancy that caused Alison to finally confront the feelings she had been harbouring for years.
Those three little words had been everything Emily had ever wanted to hear. The one thing she had ever wanted in life, for Alison to be hers completely, was finally a reality, though at times it felt like a dream. A blissful, fulfilling dream, that quickly came crashing to a halt one fateful evening. Emily had been humming to herself as she cooked dinner for them both when she heard the cry of pain from the other room. Her legs had moved before her brain had time to kick in. Her eyes locked on the claret liquid that was quickly staining Alison's jeans a darker colour. The fear that was reflected in blue eyes. The rest of the evening had been a blur. In fact, the next few months had been a blur. The very pregnancy that had pushed them together, broke them apart a few months later and Emily had barely seen or spoken to Alison since that fateful day. In an effort to forget the images she had had of sharing a life with the blonde woman she loved and the family she had come to want more than anything, Emily made the impromptu decision to leave Rosewood for good. With Hanna moving back to New York to pick up her fashion career again, Emily saw it as the perfect opportunity to start a fresh.
Life in New York had been great and, for the most part, Emily had successfully begun to move on with her life. Hanna and Caleb kept things fun, though sharing an apartment with them wasn't always great, especially those times that she would come home to find them writhing around naked on the couch, floor or whatever surface seemed to take their fancy on that particular day. In all though, Emily would sum up the previous year of her life as 'pretty ok, considering', and that was good enough for her. Of course, when things are going ok, there's always something looming around the corner, or at least in Emily's experience there was, and that day came on a sunny July morning. Hanna had come bounding into her room with a panicked look on her face and her phone in her hand.
'Em! Wake up!' the blonde woman pounced on her, causing Emily to groan.
'What?'
'You need to get your ass up. Now!' Hanna demanded, before pulling the brunette from the bed. 'Jeez, Hanna! What is wrong with you!?' Emily moaned, as she sat up in the bed, her hair messy and sticking out at all angles from the long sleep she had been woken from.
'Spencer called me. Something happened to Jason' the blonde woman explained, causing Emily's eyes to bug and her throat to suddenly go dry.
Emily wasn't sure she had ever moved so fast, but her heart was racing and for the first time in over a year, she wanted to go back to Rosewood. She knew she had to see Alison. She had to check that she was ok. Emily wasn't sure how many speed limits she broke along the way, but she made it back to Rosewood in half the time it should have taken, and before she knew it, she was standing on the porch of the home she and Alison had shared for those few short months that they were officially a couple. The home they had planned to raise their family in, until their dreams got ripped from beneath their feet. It took longer than it probably should for Emily to realise what she was doing; for her to recognise the feelings of anxiety and fear that rose through her, because she hadn't actually prepared herself to even be back here, let alone to face the woman she had left during the worst period of either of their lives. She wasn't ready for this, but then again, she didn't think she ever would be. How could you prepare yourself to console the woman you had spent the past year trying to forget?
Her arm felt heavy as she lifted it to knock on the door and the few seconds it took for the barrier to open, felt like hours. Emily mentally prepared herself as much as she could to come face to face with Alison, however it was Spencer who answered. The taller brunette gave her a silent nod of recognition. She didn't smile, she speak, which Emily wasn't all that surprised about. Along with losing Alison and their unborn child, she had lost Spencer too, who had spent weeks shouting at her down the phone telling her to get her ass back to Rosewood and fix things with Ali. When she didn't come, Spencer stopped trying and they had barely spoken since.
'She's in the living room' Spencer mumbled, her eyes peering at Emily as she looked the tanned woman up and down, before moving aside to let her pass. Emily nodded softly and took a breath before pushing herself into the house that held more memories than she cared to remember. Spencer watched as she made her way along the hall, before slipping out of the house, wanting to give the ex-lovers some privacy.
Her legs felt heavy as she made her way towards the arched entrance to the living room, where she was met with the sight of a dishevelled Alison DiLaurentis, and Emily instantly felt a pang of guilt and pain at the sight of her.
'Ali?' she called softly, her breath hitching when the woman turned and she got sight of those crystal blue eyes that had always had the ability to make her feel weak. It took a few seconds for her to tear her eyes away, but when she did, she instantly spotted Alison's outfit. The blonde woman was wearing Emily's Rosewood Sharks hoody. The same hoody she had worn time and time again throughout the years, whenever she was feeling sick or things were going wrong. Alison called it her comfort hoody.
'You're wearing my hoody' Emily found herself saying, instantly scolding herself for the stupid remark because she was sure that the last thing Alison wanted to talk to her about would be the damn hoody she had first let the blonde borrow when they were like, 17.
Alison didn't reply, not right away anyway. Her eyes flickered around the room, stopping anywhere but on the brunette in front of her. That was, until they did. Red rimmed, cerulean eyes locked onto Emily's, and the brunette couldn't move. Reflected back at her she saw all of the pain and suffering and heartache that Alison was feeling, but also a flicker of something she hadn't seen for a long time. Hope? Love? Emily wasn't sure.
'Sometimes it still smells of you' Alison mumbled after the longest silence, and Emily almost fell back at the sound of the other woman's voice. She definitely hadn't been expecting a response so meaningful. She had expected screaming and crying, shouting and maybe cursing. Definitely not the soft tone that she was currently being spoken to in.
Emily wasn't sure what to say, so instead she nodded, her lips pursing slightly, while her heart raced against her chest cavity. She felt that familiar feeling from eons ago swell inside of her and an electricity-type feeling coursed through her veins. She felt as though she were coming alive again for the first time since she left this god forsaken town. She had spent the past year feeling simply 'ok', but now…now she felt better than ok. Now she felt good. Really and truly good.
'I'm so sorry, Ali' She managed to say, her words catching in her throat as she said them.
Alison shook her head, blinking heavily as tears formed in her eyes and Emily had to all but anchor herself to the ground in order to stop herself from rushing over to kiss them away.
'Neither of us have anything to be sorry about' Alison replied heavily. 'We lost our baby, Em. There was nothing either of us could have done to stop that'
'No, but-' Emily started to reply, only to be cut off by the blonde again.
'No buts. Our relationship was a mess when you left. We both handled things in the wrong way' Alison stated matter of factly. 'I snapped and shouted and got angry, and you just pulled away completely' She finished sadly, taking a step forward.
Emily swallowed hard, her heart thumping harder than ever before as Alison moved in closer to her. She almost couldn't believe she was in this situation, or that the other woman was even talking to her, let alone being so understanding.
'I don't blame you for running' Alison continued, as Emily's eyes watched her get closer with every step she took.
'You don't?' she asked, her eyes fixed on the blonde, who seemed to have her in some sort of daze. She felt as though she had been catapulted back to a time where her heart beat solely for Alison. It was something she had pushed aside for the past year, the yearning that ached in her chest for the other woman. Now it had returned with a vengeance and it was overwhelming, quite frankly.
'No' Alison replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she stopped a mere few feet away. Another silence hung between them, this time fused with some sort of sensual tension and unresolved feelings, and neither woman really knew what to do with it.
'I'm sorry about Jason' Emily broke the silence, causing a look of pain to cross Alison's features.
'Don't' the single word spoke millions. Alison didn't want to feel that pain right now. She had felt enough pain already today, she had cried enough tears. Right now, she wanted to fall into the arms of the only woman who could make her feel safe, because the hoody that used to have seemingly magical powers, had stopped being effective a long time ago.
'Just hold me' came the request, her eyes practically pleading with Emily, who thought that her heart might burst out of her chest in that moment.
'Ok' she uttered her response a moment later, before taking the woman she couldn't help but love, into her arms. All of the pain and angst and tears she had cried seemed a distant memory, and instead she was filled with nothing but love and adoration for the blonde, who was now nestling into her chest.
'I never stopped loving you' she whispered against golden hair, before placing a soft kiss atop of Alison's head.
