"This is ridiculous," Alison DiLaurentis rolled her light blue eyes as she scanned the crowd in front of her. A long line of club-goers stretched down the sidewalk and around the building. The amount of people waiting to get in the club made Alison want to grab the first cab available and head back to Rosewood.
Alison was visiting her, much older, friend CeCe Drake in Philadelphia for the weekend while both girls were on Christmas break from school.
Alison always ended up doing activities that were reserved for people over the legal age of eighteen, most times even twenty-one, but Alison enjoyed it. The youngest DiLaurentis had a natural attraction to things that were off limits, especially when she was told she couldn't have it. With CeCe this included older guys, college parties, drinking alcohol, and a nightlife that isn't legal for minors. CeCe was like the older sister that Alison had never had. She was her escape from Rosewood and the boredom of peers her own age.
Luckily for Alison, her parents adored CeCe. Probably because they didn't know any better. But because they didn't, they never questioned Alison's friendship with the older blonde. Alison's older brother, Jason, dated CeCe for about a year. During that time the DiLaurentis family fell in love with CeCe. But Alison knew CeCe differently than her parents did. CeCe had been a great girlfriend to Jason and a nice addition for a while, but CeCe and Alison had a wild friendship that they kept secret from the rest of the DiLaurentis family.
If Alison's parents had known that CeCe introduced Alison to the horrors of sex and underage drinking, the DiLaurentis family may feel differently about their son's sweet girlfriend. Well, now ex-girlfriend. But just because CeCe and Jason had broken up, didn't mean Alison and CeCe had to.
CeCe grabbed Alison's hand and tugged her forward, both of the girls heels sounding against the pavement, "come on, I know the bouncer." CeCe's two roommates followed behind her and Alison, staying close to their blonde friends walking ahead of them.
CeCe pushed through the crowd of people and to the front of the line to greet a muscular guard at the entrance. He stood tall and firm next to the glass doors of the club. His lips were pressed into a hard line as he checked the ID's of party-goers who were finally being ushered in. Looking at him made Alison wonder if all bouncers were as attractive and ripped as he was.
CeCe flashed a bright smile at the man, "hey, Dan." The bouncer looked at CeCe and his hard glare softened into a smile, "hey, Ce."
Alison could hear the appreciation in Dan's voice for the blonde holding her hand. She figured that CeCe knew Dan a little more than just causally.
"I know I should have gotten here earlier but you know how that goes," CeCe grinned. Dan nodded his head in agreement and returned a knowing smile to CeCe.
Yep, definitely more than just a little, Alison noted.
Dan lifted the gated rope for the four girls to walk past. His eyes fell to Alison once the blonde walked by him. A smile tugged on Dan's lips as his eyes ran over Alison. He hadn't seen the blonde before and his curiosity couldn't help from spiking, "who's this, Ce?"
Alison returned a flirtatious smile, appreciating the attention. The blonde began to respond when CeCe cut her off, "her name is Alison. But she's off limits, lover boy." Dan pouted his lips at CeCe, "c'mon, don't be jealous."
CeCe playfully rolled her eyes, "you wish I was jealous."
Before Dan could reply, CeCe tugged Alison forward again and led the three girls into the club. CeCe immediately took the girls to the VIP lounge upstairs. Alison could tell that CeCe was a regular at the club. The way she moved the group in and out of the crowd was expert. Alison barely had time to look around while CeCe moved them so quickly.
"The first round is on me, ladies," CeCe grinned once she reached their table. Alison looked over the ledge and across the club. She could see the entire building from where she was standing. Her blue eyes scanned over the dancing bodies below her.
"Ali," CeCe called once she returned with a tray of drinks.
Alison walked towards CeCe and smiled as she took her first drink of the night. CeCe raised her glass, "to a night filled with fun dancing, hot hook ups, and a good time with some great friends." Alison clinked her shot glass with the girls before she threw the liquor down her throat.
CeCe and Alison walked back to the ledge to people watch again.
"Do you see eye candy?" CeCe asked. She could tell Alison was looking for something, or someone, to get into for the night. Her friend may be young, but CeCe knew that Alison could be a bit of a wild child. She was always entertaining to say the least. Alison shook her head, "not really."
"Maybe because your standards are sky high," CeCe chuckled. Alison shrugged, knowing CeCe was right, "probably so." She didn't care. She was Alison DiLaurentis. Most people weren't worth her time, and Alison had decided from an early age that her time was valuable. Some people called it arrogant, but Alison liked to call it knowing what she wanted.
"Let's go down there and dance," Alison said, grabbing CeCe's hand. CeCe tugged her back, "let me buy us a drink first."
"Thank God we're finally in," Aria Montgomery shouted over the thumping music. Spencer Hastings, Hanna Marin, and Emily Fields followed behind of her, walking in and sitting down at a table.
Hanna leaned over to her friends, "I'm going to the bar." Spencer and Aria exchanged a glance. The two were the most sober of the group tonight. Hanna and Emily had been a rare form since earlier in the evening. It all started when Hanna walked into Spencer's house with a bottle of Grey Goose and insisted that they needed to go out tonight.
One thing led to another and Spencer convinced her sister Melissa to let the girls stay in her apartment in Philadelphia while Melissa was on her Christmas break vacation in London with her boyfriend Wren.
Emily had quickly taken keen to the bottle of Grey Goose with Hanna and the pair had been a drunken duo for the night.
"Maybe me or Aria should go with you," Spencer replied as she stood up with Hanna.
"I am a big girl, Spencer, I can do it on my own," Hanna dismissed, waving off Spencer's invitation. Emily came to Hanna's defense in a giggle, "yeah, she's a big girl, Spencer." Aria stood up, "come on, Han. I'll go with you." Hanna started to mumble something off at Aria, but Aria took Hanna by the hand and walked with her her to the bar anyway.
"Someone is a little tipsy," Spencer poked at Emily. The drunken brunette smiled lovingly at her friend, "I love you, Spence. Don't tell the others but I think you're my favorite."
Spencer laughed, mainly because she was pretty sure it was actually Hanna who was Emily's favorite, and grabbed Emily's hand, "good, now let's dance."
Spencer walked Emily to the center of the floor. Normally you wouldn't catch Spencer Hastings in a club, but given that it was Christmas break, the youngest Hastings decided that a little fun wouldn't hurt her. Alright, her definition of fun was staying up on a Friday night and binge watching documentaries on French writers, but her three best friends were hard to deny.
"Are you looking for any lady friends tonight?" Spencer asked. Lately Emily had been hooking up with a different girl each week. Originally, Spencer was concerned. There was a part of her that knew Emily was still trying to heal her broken heart. Spencer didn't think Emily was going to find that comfort in another woman's pants but Emily seemed to be having a good time. The hook ups seemed more fun than they did romantic.
At least for Emily anyway. Spencer would sometimes catch the girls Emily had hooked up with looking at Emily a little too doe-eyed in the hallways at school, or see their texts on Emily's phone asking to hang out with the brunette again after Emily dismissed the idea of being serious with a girl to her friends.
The tan brunette threw her hands up, "maybe. Whatever happens, happens."
Two guys came up to Emily and Spencer and broke the conversation before Spencer would reply. "I'm Hunter, this is my friend Evan," one of the guys said, his eyes lingering on Emily. He was tall and lean with dark brown tussled hair. Even though Emily thought Hunter was cute, but he wasn't exactly her type. "I'm Emily, this is Spencer," Emily shouted over the music.
Evan reached his hand out to Spencer, "it's nice to meet you, Spencer. You are very beautiful." Spencer politely smiled back and shook his hand, "thank you."
"Mind if we dance with you?" Hunter asked Emily, his eyes sparkling from looking at the beautiful tan girl in front of him. Boy or girl, drunk Emily was all about having a good time when she was out, "why not?" Emily grabbed Hunter's hand and pulled him to her. Spencer shrugged and danced with Evan, thankful that Hunter's friend was attractive as well.
"I really want to find someone to hook up with," Alison stated. Normally the blonde wouldn't care if she went home alone, but for some reason tonight she needed the physical attention.
"Ali, you've had like seven guys come up to you tonight and you brutally turned them all away," CeCe chuckled.
Alison wasn't interested in any of the guys that approached her tonight. They all were simply not worth her time.
"Whatever, I'm going to the bar to get another drink," Alison said. CeCe eyed Alison, "are you sure that's a good idea? You're like a seven from one to Jersey Shore drunk," Alison flashed a smile at her friend before walking away, "I'm fine."
Alison made her way through the crowd of people, and CeCe was kind of right. She was definitely feeling buzzed. But unlike CeCe, she wasn't concerned with her alcohol intake. The blonde knew how much she could handle. She wasn't the type of person who liked losing control. When she got to the bar she glanced at the menu before becoming too impatient and ordering the first drink that sounded fun.
A tan brunette with long dark wavy hair walked up to the bar and stood beside of the blonde, looking at the drinks listed on the wall. Alison observed the girl as she waited on her drink. She looked familiar, but Alison couldn't place her from only seeing half of her face. The lights from the club flashed the girl and before she could stop herself, Alison allowed her eyes to roam the brunette's body. Her long tan legs were bare and tone, giving a full view from her short, tight black long sleeved dress.
Damn.
Alison's eyes traveled back up to the girl's face to find brown eyes looking back at her. Alison froze out of shock but quickly readjusted herself. "Do I know you?" the girl asked, titling her head. Alison could tell that the girl knew exactly who she was. She was Alison DiLaurentis. Everyone did.
"I don't think so," Alison looked harder at the girl.
Oh shit, Alison thought. It suddenly did hit Alison. Maybe it was the alcohol that slowed down her analysis, but the blonde did recognize the girl. "Wait, Emily? Right?" Alison asked. The girl nodded and flashed a smile that took Alison by surprise. Alison immediately mentally confirmed that Emily won the "most attractive girl of the night" award. "Emily Fields. You're Alison DiLaurentis," Emily stated. Alison smiled. She knew Emily recognized her. Duh. "That's me."
"I thought I recognized you. You're kind of hard to forget."
Alison felt her cheeks flush red. There was a bit of.. what was that? Flirtation? It was something, laced in Emily's voice. Alison had been hit on by so many people by now that normally it didn't phase her, but something about Emily made Alison feel on fire.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It's a compliment, don't worry," the brunette honestly replied. Emily had a look in her eyes that Alison couldn't exactly figure out, but she was almost positive that Emily had just flirted with her.
The bartender served Alison her drink and Alison took a sip, "how come we have never spoken before?" Emily shrugged, "it might have something to do with how intimidating you are." Alison smirked. She liked this girl. She appreciated her honesty. "Maybe you're right."
Emily nodded and directed her eyes back to the menu. Alison frowned. She didn't know exactly why, but she wanted Emily's attention back. Alison scraped her brain to pull anything about the brunette. She knew Emily went to Rosewood High with her and that Emily was extremely athletic. The blonde's eyes fell back down to Emily's legs. Good Lord she was athletic.
Focus.
Alison quickly adverted her eyes from Emily's distracting legs. What sport did she play? Soccer? No. It wasn't soccer. Softball? No, but doesn't it start with an- yes! Swimming. Emily is a swimmer.
Who did she date? Alison frowned. She couldn't remember any guys talking about Emily. This girl was a goddess.. how hadn't Noel Kahn tried to-
A smirk resurfaced her lips again as she started to remember how she knew Emily. Emily was most definitely flirting with her. Emily was into girls.
The brunette ordered a drink and turned back to Alison, her eyes glossy from the alcohol. Alison was straight forward and liked putting people in the hot seat whenever she could, especially if she could catch them off guard.
"You're gay, right?" Alison boldly asked, her lips curving into a small smile, waiting for Emily's reaction. Emily's jaw clenched. Alison's mouth went dry. Fuck beautiful, Emily was hot.
"I am," Emily replied. Alison's eyes playfully shinned at Emily. Emily was confused at Alison's question, "why?"
Alison took another sip of her drink, "just something I heard." Emily received her drink from the bartender, "just because you heard didn't mean you had to ask. What does it matter to you, anyway?"
Alison sarcastically smiled at Emily's sass. The blonde was only getting more interested in the swimmer. She was unbelievably attractive and stood up to Alison. What a combination.
"Judge me," Alison replied. Emily sipped her drink, "what?" Alison laughed, "you're into girls, right? So judge me. Would you fuck me?"
Emily choked on her drink. She knew of Alison's bold personality, but didn't expect this, "you're seriously asking me that?" Alison tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder and raised her eyebrow, "so you wouldn't?"
Emily opened her mouth to respond and then closed it. She took a sip of her drink and looked back at the blonde girl in front of her once she pulled her lips from her straw, "oh, I would."
Alison's smile fell from her face and her eyes darkened with lust. Alison felt a pull in low area between her legs. Alison knew what was happening but she couldn't believe it. She had never had this happen to her. She was getting turned on by Emily. By a girl.
Emily kept her eyes burning into Alison's until the blonde couldn't take it anymore. Alison broke the contact, "I have to stop drinking before I do something stupid." The blonde set her drink down on the counter. "Like what?" Emily asked. Her husky tone gave Alison chills. Alison looked back over at the brunette, "are all lesbians trained with this?" Emily laughed, "with what?"
"To act sexy and flirt with straight girls to make them have lesbian desires."
Emily stepped a bit closer to the blonde. Alison stiffened with Emily being so close to her. The blonde could feel her own heartbeat. What in the hell was going on with her night?
Emily leaned her lips to Alison's ear, "how straight can a straight girl be if she's having lesbian desires?"
Alison tingled feeling Emily's breath against her ear. The brunette winked at Alison before turning to disappear in the crowd of dancing people.
Alison walked to a table and sat down. She had to. She ended up having two more drinks since Emily had left her at the bar. No one else from that point on even caught Alison's eye. All she could think about was Emily. Where in the hell had this girl come from?
CeCe sat down beside of Alison, "hey, drunky." Alison playfully rolled her eyes, "I hate you." CeCe barked a laugh, "please, you love me."
CeCe noticed Alison's attention was directed on the dance floor, "what are you looking at?" Alison kept her eyes scanning the crowd in front of her, "nothing." CeCe pressed her lips together, "you can't lie to the girl who trained you, Ali."
Alison's eyes focused on the girl she had been looking for all night. She found Emily dancing. Alison watched the brunette. Emily was like piece of art. Her dark features with her dark dress made it impossible to look away from. Alison didn't know if she wanted to hate the girl because of how attractive she was or if she wanted to pounce on top of her. It was confusing. She had felt confused the rest of the night after Emily walked away from her.
Alison's jaw clinched when she saw a girl come up to Emily to start dancing with her. She shouldn't care that Emily was dancing with some girl. But she did. Why did she even care to begin with? Was this... jealously? No, she couldn't be jealous. She had just met this girl. On top of that, Alison didn't get jealous and she didn't like girls.
The blonde closed her eyes to try to calm down but when she opened them again the first thing she saw was the same girl all over Emily.
Alison let out a frustrated sigh. Okay. She was jealous. Alison was jealous because she wanted to be the girl on Emily. How could Emily tell Alison that she would fuck her and then dance with a way less attractive girl than her. It was insulting. Alison starting walking towards Emily before she could process her thoughts.
"Ali?" CeCe called.
Alison ignored her friend and kept walking. Emily looked up and her eyes met with Alison's. Emily's eyes locked on the blonde as she got closer to her. The girl dancing with Emily didn't seem to notice as Alison approached them.
When Alison reached Emily she grabbed her hand, "dance with me." The girl with Emily glared at Alison, "she's a little busy."
Alison shot daggers back at the girl, and looked back up at Emily. Alison didn't care if the girl walked up to Emily first. Alison wanted Emily to choose between her and the other girl. "Decide."
Emily looked down at the girl in front of her and back to Alison. Even if the girl was pretty, she didn't compare to Alison. There was something about Alison that was addicting. That grabbed your attention and ran with it. That drowned you. Emily frowned at the girl, "I'm sorry, I need to—,"
"Forget it" the girl spat back, cutting Emily off and walking away. Alison pulled on Emily's hand once the girl had moved, "good decision." Emily allowed her eyes rake over the back of Alison as the blonde dragged her through the crowd. Emily smirked as she observed Alison's curves. Alison was possibly the most attractive girl Emily had seen. Ever.
Alison turned around to notice Emily's lust filled eyes. Emily knew she was caught and her mouth straightened into a line. Alison chuckled and pulled Emily closer to her. Emily brought her hands to Alison's waist and her lips down to her ear, "why did you scare that girl away?"
Alison turned her head slightly to respond back to Emily. She felt like she could get used to Emily's hands on her hips, "are you into her?" Emily shook her head and tightened her grip on Alison's waist. Touching the blonde was electrifying.
"Well she was interested in you," Alison replied, "consider it a save." Emily titled her head at the blonde and moved her hands lower on Alison's sides, pulling Alison tighter against her body, "I think you were the one interested in me." Alison brought her hands to Emily's shoulders, "don't be so sure of yourself."
Emily smirked and looked at Alison's lips, "so tell me why you can't stop looking at me like you want to rip my clothes off."
The blonde was taken back. She had never had someone with so much confidence talk to her like this. Sure, she had overly-cocky attempt to smooth talk her, but nothing like this. Alison played along with Emily's overly confident attitude, "I already told you, I'm straight." Emily stopped dancing and took Alison's hand, "don't be so sure of yourself."
Before Alison could respond, Emily pulled Alison through the crowd and upstairs to the VIP section bathroom. Emily locked the bathroom door behind of her and pulled Alison into a stall. The brunette shut the door behind of them and pushed Alison against the wall, crashing her lips against the blonde's.
Without thinking, Alison didn't pull away. She brought her hands to the back of Emily's head and dove her fingers into Emily's dark locks. Emily couldn't stop her hands from traveling Alison's body. Alison DiLaurentis was the most beautiful girl that Emily had ever seen, and before they had even officially met, Emily always had fantasies about Alison. Who in Rosewood hadn't?
Emily gripped Alison's sides and pulled the blonde closer to her. Emily reached down between the two girls and cupped Alison's breasts through her dress. Alison moaned in Emily's mouth, feeling her breasts against Emily's hands. Emily squeezed the lumps and brought her head down to Alison's neck, kissing the skin. "God," Alison sighed.
Hearing Alison's voice only made Emily want Alison more. Emily reached down between Alison's legs and parted them with her thigh. Alison brought Emily's face back up to hers and kissed the brunette so hard that Emily thought her lips were going to be bruised. Emily reached under Alison's dress and rubbed her hand against Alison's flesh.
Emily rubbed her hand against Alison's flesh, feeling the blonde's arousal. Fuck.
Emily squatted and pulled the underwear down Alison's bare legs. The brunette allowed her hands to trace Alison's legs as she made her way back up Alison's body. Emily was lightheaded at how perfect the blonde was.
When Emily stood back up, she brought her hand back to Alison's heat, reaching a finger to the blonde's clit. Emily rolled Alison's bud with her finger and Alison sighed and placed her hands on Emily's shoulders. Emily took her other hand and pulled down Alison's dress on her chest to under her breasts, exposing her breasts. Emily cupped one of Alison's breasts and took the nipple into her mouth.
Alison released a moan and thew a hand in Emily's long dark strands of hair. Emily's head spun as she tasted Alison's bare flesh against her tongue. Emily started sucking on the nipple and kept her finger massaging Alison's clit. The brunette couldn't believe what she was doing, or more who she was doing it with.
Emily took her lips off of Alison's breast and brought them back to her mouth, kissing the blonde. "Moan my name," Emily whispered against Alison's pink lips. Alison tried to calm herself down. Who did this girl think she was? "Don't be arrogant," Alison growled.
"I'm about to make you come, I can be as arrogant as I want."
Alison's eyes rolled back as she felt Emily's finger sped against her clit. Alison knew it was coming, "God." Emily smiled and kissed the blonde's jaw, "just say it."
Alison tried to fight it but she couldn't. She felt her body explode as she closed her eyes, "fuck, Emily," Alison moaned. Emily brought her lips up to Alison's as she smiled against Alison's lips. That's what she thought.
Alison rode her high against Emily's finger and buckled her hips against the brunette's hand.
"We're not done, princess," Emily smirked against Alison's lips, sliding two fingers in Alison's heat. Alison slipped another moan and wrapped her arm around of Emily's neck for support as Emily pumped in the blonde, pushing Alison against the wall. With her hand that wasn't in the blonde, Emily pushed Alison's dress up her hips to allow Emily to spread Alison's legs farther.
Alison's eyes fluttered close. She could see stars behind her eyelids. What Emily was doing to her made her feel like each nerve in her body was suddenly on fire.
Emily's fingers worked deeper into the blonde. Emily had never wanted another girl like she wanted Alison in this moment. Alison DiLaurentis was angel. Maybe a sinful angel, but she looked like she was sculpted by God himself. Everything about the blonde in Emily's arms was intoxicating. From her pink lips, to her soft blonde hair, to her soul-taking blue eyes, to her seductive voice, Alison was insanely addictive.
"Emily, I can't," Alison moaned. "You can't what?" Emily mumbled against Alison's neck, running her tongue across the bare skin that Emily was discovering made Alison's knees weak.
"Handle…..this," Alison said between breaths. Emily slipped another finger in the moaning blonde. She couldn't stop herself. This was the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. She was the sexiest thing Emily had ever seen in her life.
Alison's moans grew deeper and Emily was sure that Alison was echoing in the bathroom, but she didn't care. She loved Alison DiLaurentis moaning out her name and swearing because of the pleasure that Emily was giving her.
Emily started sucking on Alison's neck, knowing the blonde was too caught up to notice. She wanted to mark Alison. Something territorial rose in Emily. Suddenly putting her mark on Alison was important.
Alison felt Emily's tongue and lips on her neck, but couldn't stop the brunette. She did not want a red accent on her neck to go with her dress. She started to open her mouth to protest when Emily curled her fingers inside of the blonde.
Emily felt Alison tightening around her fingers. The brunette brought her lips off of Alison's neck and looked down at the skin. Emily smirked against the red patch. She had just made her mark on the most wanted girl in Rosewood.
Alison brought her hand to Emily's jaw and pulled the brunette's lips to hers, needing to kiss the girl inside of her. Emily felt Alison pull against her fingers. Emily couldn't stop the smirk tugging on her lips as she heard her name slip from Alison again.
After a few moments of Alison whimpering against her lips and her body jerking against her touch, Alison started to come down from her high and Emily slowed her pace.
"You're straight, right?" Emily asked. Alison leaned forward and let out a breath against Emily's body. "You are so full of yourself," Alison groaned. Alison didn't know what in the hell had just come over her, but she knew the beautiful brunette in front of her had just taken her by storm.