The girls are having their first sleepover after Alison's death. Over a year after. They are all wearing their pajamas.
"Well, it was about time. More than a year ago since our last slumber party. Lots of things have happened." Says Spencer.
"Yeah, like Alison's death." Aria notes.
Everyone stars at her with big eyes.
"I mean, all of our lives have changed a lot since then. For example, Emily coming out of the closet. We didn't knew she liked girls. Nobody knew."
"Yeah, Emily, now that you like girls, can you tell us which of us is the most attractive one?" Asks Hanna.
"Guys, I'm not really into any of you."
"Of course, we know that you were in love with Alison. But she's been dead for over a year. You can tell us, which of one is the most attractive, we are not asking you to fall in love with any of us. We just want to know who is the best."
"No, guys, don't do this, okay? I don't want to get on all this drama for now."
"We should do a competition, see who Emily finds most attractive. We can try at least to see who is the best kisser." Proposes Spencer.
"Leave her alone, she don't want any of this." Replies Aria.
"So, that means you are afraid to lose?"
"No, but I don't think Emily wants to be in the middle of this."
"So, you are the worst kisser. I get it."
"Of course not, well, I'm in."
"But guys, I feel so uncomfortable doing this, please stop."
"Oh, come on Emily, tell me you don't want to feel our lips over yours. I'll go first. You can push me if you don't like my kiss." Dares Spencer.
She gets over her and starts kissing her. Slowly, caressing her hair, her face, her ears. Her tongue over her lips, so soft, so sweet, then doing deeper, looking for a tongue dance. And it goes. Finds her. Start a dance between the lips, and the tongues.
"See? You liked it."
"No, I didn't."
"Oh, come one, you kissed back, and you didn't pushed me. Who's next?"
"I am!" Says Aria.
"Wow, someone seems desperate for validation." Winks Hanna.
[Continues...]
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