Just a short Emison tease for Halloween. All characters are taken from "I Should Have", who are obviously taken from the show.

The rating for Chapter 1 is somewhere between T and M. You've been warned.


"Babe, please don't do this to me," Alison begged as she fumbled to glue Emily's left hand to her knee. Surrounded by at least fifty people dressed in both skimpy and hilarious costumes, she'd been struggling to keep Emily from basically climbing into her clothes since they sank into the soft cushions of a love seat about ten minutes ago.

"Why not?" the brunette asked tucking the tip of her tongue between her teeth and deliberately annoying the flustered blonde squirming on her left.

Finally managing to restrain the aggressive appendage, Alison reminded, "There is nowhere for us to go and—"

With her free hand, Emily swatted away the dark strands of Alison's wig and complained against her jaw, "But I've been gone for two weeks."

"You don't have to tell me," the blonde's eyelashes fluttered and teeth clenched as Emily teased her skin.

Emily pulled back and reminded, "But I left you with a present."

"Sorry, Em," Alison raised an eyebrow and turned to the grinning woman, "but a vibrator didn't cut it."

Emily scoffed, "Well it was more than I had because no way was I going to buy a sex toy in Denver for two weeks or get caught with one in my luggage." She grazed two knuckles above the shiny gold fabric on Alison's chest. "Even I was embarrassed last time that happened."

"I told you to take it out of your carry-on."

One finger dipped beneath the spandex, "And I forgot."

"Em, stop it," the blonde once again tore away Emily's relentless digits.

Pouting, Emily replied nodding at the skintight Wonder Woman costume, "You shouldn't have worn something with so much cleavage."

Alison glanced down at the red strapless leotard with a thick gold "w" along the top, gold belt and blue bottoms with small white stars. "You're the comic book fan. I wore this for you." She flicked at the gold rope hanging off her hip.

The brunette peeked over the edge of the love seat and smiled at the knee high red boots. "You're right. I love it."

"And you're wearing a skimpy tan prison uniform because?"

"Hello!" Emily started at the ignorance as she tapped her name tag, "Alex Vause? Orange is the New Black?"

Alison poked at the black glasses sliding down Emily's nose, "That was cancelled forever ago."

"Best. Show. Ever." Emily insisted walking two fingers from the top of Alison's right boot aiming for her inner thigh.

"God!" the blonde grunted from having to stifle her own impulse to tug down the zipper pull on the front of Emily's costume. "You've got to be the most cruel fiancé in the world."

"Or," Emily suggested an alternative as the thumb on her trapped hand managed to massage a small circle on Ali's leg, "I'm just attentive to my fiancé's needs."

"Emily Fields," Alison whispered as the brunette's nose nuzzled against her neck. "You're killing me."

"I am so wet," the brunette murmured into Alison's ear. While the blonde could handle Emily's playfully insistent physical teasing, her body could rarely resist the graphic approach mixed with a warm exhale tickling her eardrum.

"Stop!" Alison's nails dug into Emily's hand. "Stop. Please don't." Ever since they met, Emily had little to no regard for social etiquette when it came to sexual matters. Although the brunette wasn't an exhibitionist, she substituted words for the actual act and tortured Alison with unfiltered details.

Vibrating a tiny, throaty moan into the blonde's ear, Emily said, "I seriously had no idea how much I need you inside me. After three years, I figured I'd be okay for a couple of weeks."

Alison couldn't resist gliding her hand to Emily's left leg and caressing the skin she'd missed so much. "You're not the only one who had a little trouble."

"I felt like a teenager fantasizing about you constantly throughout the day." She nipped the lobe of Alison's ear. "All I could think about were," she kissed Alison's neck as she listed, "your lips, your tongue, your breasts, your stomach and your other lips."

"God, Em!" the blonde jerked away from her prowling fiancé and glanced around to be sure they hadn't caught anyone's attention.

As Ali's eyes bounced around the room, Emily commented sliding off her glasses, "I almost forgot what you taste like, but I remember now."

Alison's eyes bulged and she whipped her face to the brunette, "You've got to stop."

With a scoff, Emily rolled her eyes, "Oh please. Don't act all innocent." She jumped at the opportunity to attack Alison's lips.

The blonde's trembling right hand slid against Emily's cheek as she allowed herself a few closed mouth lingering kisses before leaning her forehead against Emily's. "I'm about to forget where I am."

"Tell me what you want."

Oh fuck. Alison shivered at the husky request. She'd never been much of a dirty talker, but she and Emily indulged themselves during the first several weeks of their relationship. After all, they had to do something during those painful weeks of abstinence. It was a beautiful form of torture. "Em… don't make me."

Determined, the brunette said, "God, I want your nipples in my mouth." So simple; so brash; so true; so Emily—fuck flowery words.

As usual, Alison caved and described as she trailed a finger down Emily's jaw line, "I want you to take off my damn boots, stupid crown, dumbass wig and this suffocating thing," she plucked at her costume, "and everything underneath." Emily nudged her chin upward so she looked her in the eyes. "Then just stare at me like you do—like I'm the most beautiful and irresistible thing you've ever seen."

Emily only licked her lips and replied, "Then what?"

"Then I want you kiss me."

"Where?" Emily anticipated the answer as Alison slowly guided one of Emily's hands between her clenched thighs.

"Here," the blonde murmured breathing heavily.

This time, it was Emily who pulled away and fanned the heat on her face, "Okay. I can't take this."

"And just stare at my face," Alison continued relaying her fantasy. "Your eyes get so fucking dark."

"While I'm licking you?" Emily asked forcing her balled fists into her own lap.

Enjoying the turned tables, Alison nodded, "And tell me that you love me."

"I so fucking do," Emily replied.

"And that you want me."

"Christ on a bike."

Alison chuckled at the familiar odd phrase Emily blurted in her frustration and added with her effortless seductive smile, "Then don't let me come."

Emily audibly gulped down a huge boulder of desire that slammed into a pit of warmth flaring below her stomach. The tinges of lust in brown eyes convinced Alison that she'd be more than happy to oblige. The brunette asked, "For how long?"

"What's your personal best?" As Emily shifted her eyes upward in sarcastic thought, Alison scanned the room for other signs of barely controlled animalistic urges. Something about Halloween set everyone's hormones ablaze. Aria and Ezra stood in the middle of a group of Ezra's old college buddies. The pair appeared to be behaving themselves. Across the room, Spencer perched on Toby's lap and periodically giggled whenever her husband whispered into her ear. Alison snickered knowing Toby had no problem keeping his hands in appropriate places considering her friend's typical conservative costume. It took half a minute to spot Hanna, but when she did, both eyebrows shot upward as she watched Hanna mercilessly tease Caleb up against a wall. Before she could look away, Hanna's hands clawed at Caleb's belt and he frantically wrestled her fingers from his pants. Only three shots of vodka reduced her to an insatiable, sexually aggressive beast similar to Emily, except devoid of any concern for her surroundings. With two recovering alcoholics for friends, Hanna didn't make a habit of drinking, but when she did, it was crazy town. If Caleb wasn't around, she piled truth on top of Emily's longstanding theory that everyone was a little bit gay and a little bit racist.

As Alison briefly noticed a sea of cliche sexy nurses, cops and holy shit what is that, she smiled realizing the very delicious selection of women hadn't drawn Emily's attention once the entire night. Their prolonged separation quelled the brunette's bad habit of indiscreetly "appreciating beauty", as she called it. If not for the dry spell, Alison would be snapping her fingers in Emily's face every ten minutes or so and Emily would reply with the tone of a dumb jock, "Huh".

While Alison's gaze roamed, Emily managed to sneak a hand between her distracted fiancé's thighs, "Ali…"

"Shit!" Alison exclaimed at the long awaited feeling of Emily's touch against her center. "Please no." Abandoning her current tactic of peeling Emily's hands off of her every five seconds, she pushed herself to her feet and swiveled to her right slinging her left leg over Emily's lap. When she scooted her knees forward and sank down onto Emily's legs, she repeated, "Please no." She pinned both of Emily's hands to her hips.

"This is only making it worse," Emily grinned.

"Personal best?" Alison queried again.

"Fifteen minutes," the other woman replied craning her neck forward with her eyes transfigured by the small dark shadow just above Alison's costume between her slightly exposed breasts.

Instead of refusing her, Alison dipped her face downward to catch her fiancé's mouth barreling toward her. "Then you have to kiss me longer than fifteen minutes," she urged as Emily freed her hands which then snaked to her ass. Alison's lips parted with a gasp when Emily squeezed. The brunette chuckled into Alison's mouth and the blonde observed, "Why do you taste like mint? Is that new toothpaste?"

The random question only encouraged Emily's laughter as she replied with Ali's lips still chasing hers, "Gum. Airplane peanuts—" the blonde cut her off, "leave a bad taste—in my—mouth." After Alison sufficiently smothered her with her lips, Emily pulled back and said, "So I have to wait more than fifteen minutes for you to touch me?"

While shifting her fiancé's hands back to her hips, Alison assured quietly, "I promise it'll be worth it."

With a devious smile, Emily leaned into the blonde's chest and asked as her lips brushed along the edge of the costume, "Why did I start this?"

"I really don't know—No!" Alison shoved Emily into the back of the love seat by her shoulders. "Keep your tongue in your mouth, babe."

Groaning dramatically, Emily dropped her head backward and complained, "This is worse than when you went out of town last year."

Alison intentionally wiggled in Emily's lap as she reminded, "That was only a week."

"Fucking shit, Ali," Emily hissed at the pressure and she flashed an aroused look of irritation at her smirking fiancé. "That's it."

As Emily hastily pushed Alison forward and jerked them both to their feet, Alison asked, "What are you doing?"

With fingers clenched around the blonde's wrist, Emily explained over her shoulder as she shoved her way through sweaty bodies, "I've been here before. There's a room off the entry way."

"You've known this whole time?" Alison called out above the voices of the crowd. Emily tugged her forward rudely elbowing the entire way with her arm wrenched behind her and her fingers still wrapped around Alison's wrist.

When they reached a small door, Emily yanked Alison and spun her under the arch their uplifted arms created. As the blonde rolled directly into the smiling brunette's chest, she whispered, "My Northern girl can dance now." She bit her lip and slammed the stunned blonde into the thin wooden door. Neither Alison's gasp at a pain in the back of her head nor the door banging into the doorframe could be heard over the music and animated conversations. "Of course I knew this was here." She flattened her entire body against the blonde's with one hand wedged between their breasts.

Wrapping her arms behind her fiancé's neck, the blonde complained with a tiny moan, "I'd be pissed right now if I didn't want you so badly."

"Yeah, I know." Emily smirked as she twisted the doorknob and the pair toppled into the small room.


Happy Halloween!

Btw. This takes place many years in the future, so that's why OITNB is cancelled, even though I hope that never happens :)