My take on what happens after S 5x05...

XXXX

Alison's return to Rosewood garners much attention. Most of it is negative since the cops know she's lying about the kidnapping. The adults in town, the ones that never actually met her of course, pity her while the student body of Rosewood High, with the probable exception of her friends, wants to run her out of town. The runaway can hardly blame them because she knows how terrible she was.

She remembers the nicknames, the way she sneered at everyone she deemed unfit and while she bullied, lied, blackmailed, and manipulated probably the entire population of Rosewood, she never delivered more than a slap to over a handful of her schoolmates.

It's why she's incredibly terrified of A.

Alison is smart enough to know her limits. She's said before that she kills when she's hungry or when she's bored but she performs the act through words, mostly. With a carefully placed lie or a thinly veiled threat she usually gets her way but A is an action type of gal or guy, Alison isn't really sure anymore. The point is, A plays on a lethal level that she's uncertain she can ever match.

Maybe she's more like Hanna, equipped with style and a snarky mouth but unable to pull the trigger when it really matters. She doesn't know if she has it in her, that killer instinct. There is probably only one person in their group that has it.

Though Aria's done the deed, Alison believes she isn't the one. The girl's fighting spirit reared its head when Shana pushed. Aria shoved her right back, accidentally too hard. And that's all it is really; an accident. Even in that situation, the petite brunette had no desire to take Shana's life and she didn't really. If anything, it's the floorboards fault for being so damn hard.

Spencer, with her competitive drive and cunning mind makes it seem like she's the culprit capable of murder but Alison sees differently. Spencer gets a thrill from fighting her wars with intellect, not violence because otherwise, Melissa would be incapacitated by now.

The other candidate is one that no one believes would ever harm a fly. When Alison looks at Emily Fields, she understands why.

To the untrained eye Emily with her sweet dimpled smile and meek nature makes her the most unlikely candidate but that's farthest from the truth. From what Alison gathered, Emily fought for her life. Her situation was to kill or be killed and well, her sweet swimmer killed.

The blonde knows, from having witnessed the statuesque brunette's protective tendency, how ferocious Emily is so it's not really a surprise.

And when she told them what happened that night of her disappearance, she remembers seeing the girl's milk chocolate colored depths darken with murderous intent. And while one might think it's merely fiery fury, the blonde discerns otherwise.

She's more than familiar with the difference of an angry look and a murderous look. They've been thrown her way too many times.

An angry look leaves a shine in a person's eyes, one that flickers with intensity much like a flame that can be put out with water and time. In Alison's experience, looking into the eyes of someone who wants to kill you, well it's like looking into a deep abyss.

It's an endless darkness that wants to suck a person in, like a black hole intent on stripping you of your breath and your very soul.

She feels a weight on her shoulder, the familiar warmth of a memorable hand. Alison is immediately brought out of her reverie. She looks around her room and finds only one other occupant. She's been too caught up with her thoughts to notice that the others had gone. She gazes at the beautiful brunette before her who looks at her with obvious concern.

Before she can even say anything, Emily retracts her hand to fish out her phone from her pocket. Alison heads to her closet, unwilling to share anymore of her vulnerabilities.

But then she hears Emily call her mother and tell her that she wants to stay at Alison's tonight. She knows Pam Fields is putting up an opposition because the athlete pulls out the big guns by mentioning how much her friend misses her recently deceased mother.

Alison thinks back to the other day when Emily told her she would be lying for Alison for the last time. Their gazes meet and the blonde realizes she still owes her answers and more.

So she waits for the taller girl to formulate a question. When Emily begins a conversation about that time in the barn, Alison reiterates the truth she'd spent almost an entire year running from, and spent another two years agonizing over. It's unbelievable, she knows.

She can't blame Emily for looking at her dubiously. But it hurts to know that she isn't trusted by the only person who she's ever wanted to be completely honest with.

Alison then leaves Emily with her thoughts as she changes in her bathroom, knowing the brunette deserves some time alone, to sift through her thoughts and feelings. She knows how overwhelming the truth can be and how far-fetched it seems coming from her mouth.

She gazes at herself in the mirror. All she can do is hope as she walks out of the bathroom and faces the swimmer.

XXXX

Emily just finds her words too impossible to be true. She hopes to see the truth in Alison's eyes but lately every time those bright blues look her way she sees them glimmering with vulnerability and affection that makes her resolve crumble and clouds her better judgment. It's a look that Alison's graced her with less than a handful of times.

She's memorized the look that was first when they kissed in the library. The last time she looked at her like this was when they met in the warehouse and Spencer interrupted their moment.

Her mind remembers the argument the youngest Hastings made, about how Alison could still be playing games, dividing them in order to make certain that at least one of them would remain in her clutches. Of course the best candidate is the girl that's been pining after her for the greater part of their teen-aged existence.

But then she remembers Ali, the sincerity in her voice, the tightness of her hold, the way her touches seem to linger, and Emily finds herself closer to believing.

It occurs to her, just how bad her current situation is. Here she was, about to share such close proximity with her first love right after said girl has confessed to sharing the same exact feelings. Teen-aged hormones and love confessions are key ingredients to a recipe for disaster, Emily thinks. She stands by Alison's bed, eyes drifting between the bed and door.

She should run for the hills, take her stuff and leave, text Alison good night on her way home. Yet, her body seems to have an entirely different idea.

Emily crawls under the covers and stares up at the ceiling, not knowing what else to do. She turns off the lights, in hopes the darkness will calm her nerves. She flips over to her side, facing away from the door as she closes her eyes and wills sleep to come. And as the clock ticks beside her, she knows how unlikely it will happen.

This becomes even more apparent when she hears the closing of the door and the shuffling of sheets beside her.

By the time Alison heads inside, she finds that Emily's situated herself under the covers and the lights, except for the lamp by her side of the bed, are turned off. Alison climbs in, joining the dark haired beauty on her mattress.

It's unclear, how much time passes with them on the edge of the opposite ends of the bed, in darkness, backs turned toward each other as they feign sleep.

Emily finds herself turning and calling out to Alison. She watches as the blonde faces her, nervousness evident in her features. Suddenly, an overwhelming need to wipe the worry from Alison's core envelopes the athletic brunette and she finds herself inching closer to the other girl.

She presses her lips together and a small shocked gasp escaped Alison's lips. Clearly, the girl never thought her confessions would be rewarded with a kiss and quite honestly, neither did Emily. Brown meets blue as they gaze one another. For a moment, Emily pauses, searching those eyes for a hint of disgust. She finds only encouragement which fuels her to fuse their lips together once more.

They look at each other in silent understanding. No more words needed to be shared tonight. Perhaps the only way to provide answers was through action.

Alison pushes her on her back gently as her tongue explored the roof of Emily's mouth. She settles herself in between the taller girl's long legs, her hands traveling down to the hem of Emily's tank top. She feels the blonde's careful hands roaming under her shirt, skimming the skin just above her hips but never going further.

It occurs to Emily that this is Alison's way of asking for her permission. She grants said permission by tugging at the shorter girl's tank top and trailing her fingers up and down Alison's spine. She smirks when she feels the other girl shuddering under her touch.

A hand tenderly grazes the underside of her breast. She moans when she feels Alison's thumb circling her nipple. They break apart momentarily, allowing the blonde to rid her of her top.

Emily watches as the object of her desires grasps the hem of her own top and rids herself of it. She reaches out to Alison, wanting to feel the other woman's chest in the palm of her hands but the blonde seems to have other plans as she shakes her head and pins Emily's arms to her sides.

Brown eyes look into blue in confusion and all she sees is passion and unparalleled lust. Suddenly she understands. This isn't a battle for dominance. Alison simply wants to show Emily the truth.

The brunette presses her center against the blonde's, urging for her to continue. Confident that Emily knows that this is about her, Alison releases her gentle grip on the taller girl's wrists. Her hands find their way back on the athlete's waist as want fuels her entire being. She rids Emily of her underwear and slowly slips a finger inside the foremost reason for her return from the land of the dead.

"Fuck," Alison breathes in utter amazement.

Alison revels at the feeling of being inside Emily whilst the girl in question continues to writhe in pleasure as she slips in and out. She continues to explore every inch of the taller girl's neck with her mouth. Emily's clenching her fingers tighter and tighter so she presses their lips together. Alison swallows the taller girl's moans in a kiss before driving her to the edge by curling her finger inside.

She watches as Emily comes down from her high. The vague notion that she's never felt so complete enters her mind but she doesn't have time to muse as Emily pushes her onto her back as it becomes clear to them that they won't be sleeping any time soon.

The brunette grabs shorter girl's shorts and practically tears them off, underwear included. She takes in the sight before her, Alison on her back, chest heavy with want, eyes darkened with a thirst that somehow Emily knows only she can quench. She brings their mouths together once more before trailing kisses down the runaway's body. She suckles at her breasts before continuing on her path.

She reaches her destination and the sight causes her to gasp. The fact that Alison is dripping with want is enough to convince Emily. But as her lips connect with Alison's womanhood, all coherent thought vanishes from their minds.

One thing's for sure, there's nothing quite like reuniting with an old flame.

XXXX

Too obsessed with Emison that I'm praying it's endgame, not even going to lie. Anyway, what do you all think so far?