Prompt: can u pls write a short fic about alison and emily doing questionable things in her classroom?
Questionable is very vague term, but I assumed you and I meant the same thing, lmao. (Also this is kinda-nsfw bc I'm unholy. Hope you enjoy it)
(Also, I've been writing and posting shorts prompts on Tumblr for a little bit now so I figured I should get around to actually posting them here, lmao.)
"You look so pretty in that dress," Emily points out as she grins, leaning up against Alison's mahogany desk, clad in her yellow tank top, white converse, and ripped denim jeans. Her eyes rise from the silver high heels up to the hem of Alison's floral dress, and God, do her legs look perfect.
Alison looks over her shoulder from the whiteboard she's clearing off and raises an eyebrow, sensing the licentious undertone in Emily's compliment. "Don't get any ideas."
"What? I'm just complimenting my beautiful girlfriend, who looks even more beautiful in that dress…"
Alison feels two arms slide around her waist and now there's a warm breath hitting the back of her ear. "… And would look perfect on top of that desk."
Despite the shudder runs down Alison's neck, she objects,"We're in school, Em, if you forgot. I like your rhyme, though."
"The door is locked. And we have an hour before fourth block starts."
Alison leans back into Emily's warm hold and sighs,"I know, baby, but we're in school. Even if you and I were the only ones left in this entire building, I wouldn't… defile you in my workplace. Ourworkplace."
"Aw, come on. It's the last day before summer break. Don't you think we should start it off with a …bang?" Emily chuckles out the last word, Alison turning in her arms and giving her a pointed look. Emily only chuckles harder at her girlfriend's expression, her smile spreading from ear to ear.
She gently walks Alison backwards and turns their bodies around, the backs of the blonde's legs now pressed against the edge of her bare desk. "Do you remember that one day in freshman year, when you were late to Mrs. Welch's class?" Emily reminisced.
Alison instantly remembers and rolls her eyes, lightly scoffing,"Like hell was I going to sit through an entire hour and a half of that book. And anyways, I had to fix my hair since the humidity was so ugly that day and ruined it."
"100 Years of Solitude? That book was actually a little interesting," Emily amusedly opposes, her fingers pushing a tendril of Alison's golden hair behind her ear. "But that day you were late, you texted me and asked me to meet you in the bathroom. And I started freaking, because I thought something was wrong…"
Emily's hands slide downwards, down the rose and peach colored floral patterns until her fingers touch the soft, bare skin of Alison's thighs, and she lightly grips and lifts the blonde up onto the desk. She can't help the little smirk that curves at the corner of her lips when Alison quietly gasps, watching chills race down the blonde's arms.
She moves forward so that she's standing in between Alison's legs, and she's gazing back at the blue eyes she loves to get lost in. "But when I got there, turns out you were completely fine."
Alison tilts her head to the right and shrugs, circling her arms around Emily's neck. She smiles and rolls her eyes. "Not completely. I never got my hair back to the way I wanted it."
Emily continues to recall upon the very vivid memory, moment by moment as she moves her lips to Alison's jawline, grinning along with her girlfriend. "And then you took my hand, and took me into the bathroom stall …"
Alison's eyelids drift until they're closed as she feels the warm breaths of Emily's words flowing down her neck. She murmurs back to Emily,"Mhm."
Emily traces her hands upwards from Alison's knees, smoothing her palms over the flawless yet freckled skin until she reaches the hem of Alison's dress. Alison's fingers press against the nape of her neck and she pulls Emily's lips to her own, sighing softly at how good it felt to have Emily's lips on her own again.
"And you started kissing me," Emily whispers against Alison's mouth, the tips of her fingers sliding a little bit higher until barely underneath Alison's dress. The blonde whimpers into her mouth and pulls Emily's lithe body closer to her own, and suddenly her earlier protests of not wanting to defile her girlfriend in a school building don't seem so important.
Emily's hands graze upwards until she feels lace against her fingertips, and Alison shakily swears in her mouth and pushes her tongue against Emily's, all whist her hips slides forward in attempt to get closer, if possible, to Emily's hand.
"And after five minutes of making out with me in that bathroom, right before you walked out," Emily quietly continues, watching and feeling her girlfriend fall apart underneath her fingers. Alison's eyes are screwed shut as she tastes that purple Gatorade on Emily's tongue, and the brunette loves it but Alison loathes that flavor more than anything, but really, right now she couldn't care less about it; she's more concerned about how quickly she can get this goddamn dress off her body.
"You know what you said to me?" The fingers pressed against Alison begin to move up and down, and Alison groans, loudly, because one part of her suddenly wants Emily to put this desk to good use, and the other half wants her to stop fucking talking.
"What?" Alison pants back, her fingers winding through Emily's dark tresses as Emily's hand moved a little bit quicker in between her legs. The desk shakes underneath Alison as she tries to get some sort of release out of Emily's torturous movements, and the light scraping noise being created between the ground and the edges of the rocking desk echoes throughout the classroom, unapparent to Emily nor Alison.
Emily pulls her mouth away from Alison's hot lips and presses her mouth to the blonde's reddened ear, Alison too far faded within a hazy state of pleasure to notice the broad, almost ridiculously smug grin on Emily's face.
Emily instantly pulls her hand from in between the blonde's legs and steps away from Alison, who now stares back at her with a perplexed, almost deranged look.
"Don't be late for class."
Alison is silent for a moment because she's not too sure on what just happened. "… What?"
"You told me not to be late for class, remember? Also, fourth block is starting," Emily tilts her head up at the clock, which very much shows that students will arrive to Alison's class soon.
"I'll see you after class, babe." Emily kisses Alison on the lips one last time, spins on her heel, and waltzes out of the classroom with a shit-eating grin, leaving Alison still sitting on the edge of her desk with her legs still spread and her mouth wide open. Alison grips the edge, hard, and lets out a breath that comes out more as a growl.
"Emily, I swear to God."
Hope you guys enjoyed it! There's also another short fic I wanted to post, I may update it here or I may just post it as another story, but time shall ultimately tell. Also, are you guys enjoying season 7 so far? I'm loving all the Emison moments we've been getting, but I heard Paige is back in town in next week's episode, so Emison may be on hold for a little while (Yikes.)(Also, let's pretend I didn't name this story after my favorite One Direction song.)
A review would be super duper appreciated, thank you guys for reading :)