So I don't know what inspired this but here it is. I was listening to Bottoms Up at the time and the line fit so I put it in, hence the title. I'm not sure if I should continue it, though I do have all the chapters typed up for it. I'm still uncomfortable with the last chapter, probably because I started immediatly after the previous chapter that I cried to the entire time. I guess I was feeling the pain in that chapter, lol. I didn't leave the room cause I didn't want to get the "Why are you crying" questions. Anyway here it is and thank you Trey Songz for the story title and the creator of Pretty Little Liars. Oh, flashbacks are in italics.
The first thing I noticed when I stirred from my slightly hung over daze was that I felt sore, not the I just worked out for hours straight sore, the I just had the greatest sex ever sore. I hadn't felt that way since Emily so I had to give kudos to whoever made me feel like that. I hadn't opened my eyes but I could already tell I wasn't in my surprisingly decent motel room.
I slowly let my eyes flutter open and adjust to the sun that was still rising in the sky. Yep, not my motel. This was some sort of fancy hotel room. Now I had to try to recount what exactly happened that led me here. That's when the headache kicked in. I groaned and shut my eyes tightly. I'd think later. I stretched under the warm covers and my hand hit someone's back. That probably solved the mystery of exactly who's hotel room I was in.
I let my fingertips trail down my companions spine and heard a feminine moan. I smirked, even when drunk I still went for women. I felt the bed move and my fingertips go from her back to her side to her well toned stomach. I didn't turn to face her, instead continuing my repeated path of going down to her waist and back up.
"Maya?"
I quickly pulled my hand away at the sound of the familiar voice.
"Emily?"
We both shot up, both of us covering ourselves with the cover. We sat there in bed refusing to look anywhere but straight ahead for a moment. Slowly we both turned to face each other.
"What-" I sighed and ran my fingers trough my bed hair, "What are you doing here?"
She opened her mouth to speak but closed it, looking towards the window to our right before turning back to me.
"I'm staying here. This is my hotel room."
Stupid question on my part. I leaned forward and rubbed my temples.
"Okay, I haven't seen you since-"
"The summer after the first year of college," she recalled.
"And now here we are in bed together," I mumbled.
She didn't respond, instead staring at me for some kind of cue or clue on what to do next. The look on her face made me melt and I suddenly felt the need to lighten the mood.
"Did we have sex? If so, you're still very, very good."
She chuckled and I smirked.
"I think so, yeah. And thanks… I guess."
Same old Emily. I missed that. I let my eyes roam over what little of her body I could see, the covers slowly sliding to bunch around her waist. I groaned at the sight. God I really missed her. I could quite honestly say that the last person I was ever in love with and the longest relationship I ever had was with Emily. Even my parents didn't approve of my other girlfriends, and they usually find the good in everyone. I guess no one ever really compared to Emily.
"So…" I said, blowing out a puff of air.
"So…" she responded back.
We looked at one another and I felt myself drowning in those brown eyes again.
Emily took a shot of vodka and sighed. Aria and Hanna had left a while ago after the big celebration for Emily winning her five gold medals for swimming. People wanted to take pictures with her and everything including people who weren't rooting for America. She took it all in stride but was happy that people were staring to drink and party in the Olympic air than ask for pictures. Spencer turned to her.
"What are you thinking about?" Spencer asked her, even though she had a feeling she already knew.
"Nothing really," Emily replied, "Just stuff I've missed since I've been training."
"You mean life? Dating? Real food? Hanging with your best friends?"
Emily nodded, "Yes."
"Then what you need my friend, is this," the bartender said, pouring her a shot out of a brown unlabeled bottle, "Trust me, you may not remember most of the night, but you can say you lived a little right?"
Emily smiled at the guy, deciding to take the shot, "Yeah."
She took the shot, letting it slide smoothly down her throat. The guy grinned.
"Keep the bottle. It's on me."
I suddenly felt extremely hot and bothered and maybe I was imagining things but Emily appeared to feel the same way. Suddenly my lips were on hers and my fingers in her hair. I maneuvered myself under the covers to straddle her waist and that's when I realized she was completely naked. I groaned loudly in response and pushed her down, never breaking our kiss.
"Emily how many shots have you had of that?" Spencer asked.
"Uh…" she couldn't remember but the bottle was full and now was more than half empty.
"Maybe you should stop drinking. We can call a cab and head back to the hotel," Spencer suggested.
Emily wasn't listening though, Her attention was captured by something a few feet away down the bar. Whatever it was had Emily's full attention judging by her wide eyes and slightly lowered jaw. Spencer turned to where Emily was looking to see Maya St. Germain staring back at Emily with dark eyes and a smirk.
Spencer looked between the two for a moment then turned to Emily.
"Emily, listen to me."
"Huh?"
"I know you're grown and this is your life and I'm sounding a bit like your mom, but please, please, please don't do something you will regret. Mainly sleeping with your ex or spilling your guts, figuratively, about how you feel while drunk."
"Uh huh," Emily replied.
Spencer turned to Maya then back to Emily.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah…"
Spencer raised an eyebrow. Emily eventually turned away from Maya to find Spencer giving her a really look. Emily smiled at Spencer.
"I'm fine. I just… I didn't realize how much I… Never mind. I'm good. You don't have to keep me company Spencer. I'm going to take a moment to get my head together and call a cab to leave."
"You sure?" Spencer asked.
Emily nodded, "Go."
"Only if you're-"
"Spencer, go. I'm fine. I promise."
Emily could see her hesitance so flashed her a smile. Spencer rubbed her swimmers shoulder went to leave. Once Emily watched Spencer get into a cab across the street she turned back to Maya.
I laid back on the bed and sighed. Yeah, Emily was still awesome. I didn't want to inflate her ego anymore than it already was due to those medals. I turned to look at her, her brown eyes locked on the ceiling. I could tell she was thinking and decided to let her have that moment. I turned back to the ceiling and began thinking myself.
I had slept with Emily. Twice now. Maybe more, last night is still a bit foggy but I do remember bits and pieces. I missed you. Those were the words that repeated in my head. I didn't notice it till now. Emily missed me.
Maya took a shot of tequila and smirked at Emily, wetting her lips with her tongue. Emily's eyes stayed locked on her as the jock stood and slowly made her way to the smaller girl. When they were close enough Maya reached up and wrapped her arms around Emily's neck, pulling her down for a longing kiss on the lips. When she pulled away Emily rested her forehead against Maya's.
"I missed you," Emily whispered.
Maya gave a shy smile and nodded, releasing Emily from her hold and turning to the bar where there set six different shots. Two of scotch, two of vodka, and two of tequila.
"A friend," Maya started, turning away from Emily fully, "suggested this to me. Apparently he got a great buzz from this. I decided to give it a shot. I've only done one of each so far."
She handed Emily a shot of vodka and took the other for herself.
"Bottoms up?"
Emily clinked her shot glass with Maya's, "Bottoms up."
"What exactly- I mean, I know what we did," ranted Emily, "but what are we doing?"
I shrugged, understanding her question and wondering the same, "I don't know."
Emily didn't respond. We both stared at the ceiling wondering what to do next.
"Did you mean it?" I found myself asking.
Emily turned her head to me and I to her.
"Did you mean it when you said you missed me?"
Emily chuckled almost sadly, and looked back at the ceiling, "I think about you every day."
I stared at her. I was happy to hear that, but still I let out a soft, "That's not answering the question."
Whatever they had drunken previously plus six shots a piece. That's how much it took to finally break them. Lip locks, fingertips, hands, hair, legs… they were tangled up in each other before the cab even arrived. By the time they reached the hotel elevator Maya was no longer using her own feet. Her body was pressed against the cold steel of the elevator as Emily pressed the button for the top floor and continued kissing Maya with pent of passion years in the making.
Maya whimpered at the feel of Emily just beneath her fingertips and groaned when they finally reached her floor and Emily tightened her grip to carry her to the room.
Emily pressed her against the wall and searched her pockets for the card key, or tried to. Maya brushed a strand of hair from Emily's eyes and made the taller girl look her in the eyes.
Emily's eyes softened and she kissed Maya again. The lust wasn't as strong as it was in the previous kisses. It was more of assuring them both that this was really happening, the other was there and it wasn't a dream. Emily placed a gentle kiss on Maya's cheek and unlocked the door.
"Yes."
I thought my heart stopped. I almost didn't believe what I thought I had heard.
"God, yes. I missed you. I still do. I'm miserable without you."
Emily's eyes shifted to me and I noticed the sad smile on her lips.
"Is that what you want to hear?" Emily asked, "Because it's true. I never could imagine my life without you- and now… sometimes it hurts to breathe. I never thought.. I never thought it would ever come down to you or my dream and I never thought you make me choose the dream over you."
I covered my face with my hands and sighed, "Would you have chose me?"
"In a heartbeat," Emily admitted.
Loving the Gin Blossoms song Someday Soon. I know, a big switch from Trey Songz to The Gin Blossoms, but I love the artist I love, lol.