Hi there Emalia shippers JSo I was surprised at how many people have viewed/visited my story within just ten hours of posting the first chapter. The reviews I did get were all encouraging, so here I am!
I would like to talk about something before I let you start reading… I want this story to really be unique. I'm going to try my best to make it not just another fanfic that has been done before, with a different pairing. I am all about detail, and doing my best to not skip time. This chapter without the starting or ending A/Ns is 5124 words… I tell you this because I am not going to do chapters based on a thousand words… for example, If see I have a 1500 words in my word doc, I'm not gonna rush myself to then end the chapter, just to get an update out. I really want the reader to have smooth, detailed reading.
Last thing – I do already have a chapter written after this one. I'm not going to be posting chapters on a fixed schedule, because my goal is the end product of the story as a whole. I will be trying my best to tie this story in with what is happening on the show – and I think it will be really interesting for readers to really know how Emily feels… about everything; and Talia, for that matter. I'm hoping that everyone that ends up reading this story far in the future appreciates the fact I want this story to actually have depth. JAnyway, Enjoy!
Bold words are messages or something important.
Italic sentences/words are the characters thinking; or they might be a word that is accentuated - or onomatopoeia.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars, only my own thoughts and ideas of the Pretty Little Liars universe.
Talia POV.
This is crazy. Was that stupid to just ditch her like that, after… THAT kiss? Mmm. I grab my maroon purse and get my change of clothes I keep here; for if we have a special night to host. Breathe. I look at the black-edged, dark blue cocktail dress I am holding out in front of me. Goddamn. She just asked me out without any hesitation… Straight forward is nice for a change. She's also so polite and lovely. I want to impress her… but then again I don't want her to think I'm … Ok I just need to put the dress on. Taking a deep breath, I widen my eyes and shake my head, then exhale. I smirk to myself, knowing that Emily is making me feel like I'm going out on the first date I have ever been on. Then I realize that in a way; it might just be that. This is my first real date with a woman.
Changed and dressed to impress, I realize all I have are black strappy flats. I know that I like being taller than Emily - which usually I am, due to heels; evidently she is maybe a pinkie nail taller than I. Do I have a plan? No. Sounds good. I nod to myself.
After I walk out and shut the back room door, I turn to see Emily's mouth slightly open; as she bites her tongue at the side of her cheek, eyeing me up and down. I saunter over, "two fifty seven… two fifty eight," when I reach her I put my arms over her shoulders, around her neck, "two fifty nine..." I grin. God all I want to do is make out with her right now but I have to be at least a little proper. Have to do things in the right order… get to know her more.
Emily grins with all teeth showing, leaning her head back on a tilt. "You, look, stunning… I'm in a bit taken back though. I feel underdressed..." she says placing her hands on my hips. Man… my insides are bursting with butterflies right now. Never mind, those are hornets. Sensing she's a little nervous with the way she pronounced her sentences, I start talking in a calm tone giving as much eye contact as I can.
"You're nowhere near underdressed. Besides, I just want to let you know that we could be going to The Keg, or… I don't know… Taco Bell, and I wouldn't think you're ever underdressed, or overdressed for that matter. Alright?" I smile as she stares at my lips. "Now…" I see her staring at my lips still, so I smirk. Emily smirks back. She's thinking the same thing. I just want to kiss her. I snicker slightly and then look into her eyes. "Where are you taking me? Or are you just gonna fantasize about kissing me for the rest of the evening?" I tease.
"Well…" Emily's stomach grumbles in the cutest way possible. I wonder if she eats right. She never seems to feed herself properly… at least when I am around.
"Sounds like you're hungry…"
"Wow… um. No, that honestly is probably me just having too many butterflies and being nervous at the same time. Maybe a little hungry too, though.." She looks at the ground sheepishly, then steps back and takes my hand. "Like surprises?"
"Yes." I reply simply. Sometimes, simple is refreshing. We leisurely walk out and Emily locks the front door.
"Okay, and we don't need to drive by the way, just under a five minute walk."
"Fine by me." I make sure I make eye contact with her. Okay good, there is nothing really fancy within walking distance. I want to be pretty casual for now. Emily holds onto my arm by linking ours together, and we start walking east, towards the area of small restaurants and shops. Now that I think about it, things do seem kind of casual with her… or, hmm.. I guess the better word to describe is comfortable. I do already feel comfortable with Emily. She has a trusting personality. "You don't have to be home anytime soon, right?"
Exhaling a laugh through her nose, "No; I can be home anytime. We're not in any rush if that is what you're asking."
"Okay. By the way, I really like it when you bite your tongue… you sort of grin, or have a half smile.. It's cute."
"I think I'm slowly learning that your mind jumps around a lot. I like it."
I like it too. Sometimes it's too much, though; and when I start thinking about hardship, I get into a cycle. I note to myself that I need to just have fun tonight. No big deep conversations… maybe a little, but nothing too serious or dramatic. I really don't want to fuck this up… Even though Emily was rude to me before, she was just going through a lot. Now that I know Emily just a smidge more, I could care less about the fact she didn't welcome me at first. That is one thing I know by experience, to never judge someone by first impression. Also I've learned to not categorize someone from an unplanned first impression, especially; it makes things harder for everybody. She is probably still going through a lot – I want to be there for her. I have to make sure later she understands that if she needs me, I'm here. There has to be something going on, at work she's always so jumpy or stressed.
Emily POV.
Damn she's random… I laugh to myself after we've been silently walking for a couple minutes.
"You're laughing at me, aren't you?" Talia questions playfully.
"Not at you… it's different." I know I'm laughing because I can tell Talia is a huge dork deep down, but I'm not going to tell her that yet. I have no idea what offends her and doesn't offend her, yet. Soon, I see the two restaurants I was looking for side by side; Romeos Italian restaurant, and Lefty's. Alright. "Okay Miss Sandoval, which door will you choose?" The restaurants were close together with an alleyway in between them; each with a unique style. Talia looks uneasy, but then replies with a lovely charm, raising an eyebrow.
"After you, Miss Fields." She holds open the door to the Italian restaurant for me. Charming…
We walk in and I ask for a table for two, in a more private setting. The restaurant isn't big, but they have little areas meant for dates. I take Talia's hand and lead her to wear the hostess brings us. "Here we are, table for two, Mrs. And Mrs. Fields." Oh god. Aren't they supposed to not assume things? This is funny though.. and quite cute. Talia is obviously trying not to giggle. I pull out a chair for her and she sits down with the cheekiest grin I've seen on her. I just play this smoothly and take off my jacket, then sit down myself. "Is there a beverage I can start you off with? My name is Jennifer, by the way; I will be your hostess for the evening."
Talia speaks up, "We'll get two glasses of Pinot Grigio, please." My eyebrow subconsciously raises, but I keep my mouth shut. A little wine hmm? Someone wants to be fancy.
"We don't have any Pinot Grigio tonight, sorry; though we have some nice albariño which is very similar." Jennifer states politely.
Talia turns to look at me with an expression I don't recognize on her. "Is that alright with you, hun?" Wow, it seems like she has asked me that a million times over.
"Yeah that's fine, thanks for asking." I smile at her simply, playing along.
"I will be back shortly." Watching the hostess leave I can't help but then turn to Talia with my mouth a little loose. I huff with a silent laugh, and stare her down.
"Did you really just…" I start. Honestly I don't know what I should say. She just called me hun and acted like I was her spouse.
Talia looks like she's thinking about something, trying to make up her mind between two situations; tilting her head back and forth, looking up. She then makes a not-that-bad type of expression. "Talia Rae Fields… huh." Looking me in the eye, she grins as she takes a sip of her water, like she's expecting me to say something.
This woman makes me feel incredible. And I haven't even touched her in that...way.. wait. Shhh. Just shut up, brain… Not the time to make yourself hot, Emily. Calm your ass down… I reach halfway across the iron edged glass table to hold her hand, exhaling happily. "Talia, you're beautiful." I tell her with a slight rasp to my voice. She looks at me smiling, but confused. "I think to be more specific - I really like the way you hold yourself. Your mannerisms make me feel more alive, if that makes sense. I think that's a good way to put it… Oh, and Emily Catherine Sandoval sounds much better, though… I've never been fond of my middle name. I would like it for other people, but I feel like it doesn't suit me… I've always wanted it to be something from my Filipino ancestors. Apparently I got it from my Irish side… I have a ton of redheaded, freckled family members; I guess my family is pretty diverse."She really hasn't stopped smiling. I notice this and note how she's acting; though she has been fiddling with her napkin. I understand she is nervous, because so am I.
Really trying to contain a loud snicker, she asks "Is this what U-Hauling starts off as, or something? If you're already my wife…" Talia plays. Oh my god.
Animatedly grinning with all my teeth I laugh with her, not knowing what to say; she's being hilarious. "Let's look at the menu, hun." I wink, trying to do so in a way so she knows I'm just joking around.
Talia flips through the menu. "Don't judge me, but I should steal some of these ideas. Some of these appetizers sound perfect."
The hostess comes back over with our wine, and I feel special. I know that only the reason the hostess didn't ask me for identification is because Talia claimed me as her wife. Wow its weird thinking about that. "Thank you Miss." I say to Jennifer.
"Are you two ready to order?"
I feel my phone vibrating in my back pocket. "We are, but if you excuse me I am going to go to the lady's room. Darling, will you order for me please?" I ask as I get up from my chair.
"Of course I will." Talia says, still smirking from being nervous and getting a good laugh out of me. I should really actually call her darling. I've never said it to other people before.
I scurry to the washroom and realize I missed the call.
Missed Call From: Hannah Marin 9:21pm
Looking in the mirror, I sigh. Can reality just let me have one amazing night? It's been so long since I've had a drama free day. Wiping the tiniest bit of smudged mascara from under my eye, I call Hannah back.
Ring, ring… "Emily? Where are you? Aria, Spencer and I thought you were coming to Spencer's. You should probably come here soon, we need to update you."
"Han… I can't. I'm busy. And honestly I don't know if I would come over anyway if I wasn't. I need to relax for a night. I'm super stressed out… okay? Please understand. I'll text you later tonight when I can meet up. Which will probably end up being tomorrow - Saturday."
"Emily… okay. Fine." Hannah sounds distant and upset.
"Are you mad at me? You can't be."
"No I'm not. You know I love you and I understand. Believe me. I'll let you go. Talk to you tomorrow with Spencer and Aria. You should relax, loosen up… have a drink or two. You deserve it honestly."
I laugh with a bit of relief. "Already have the wine. Thanks Han, bye."
Phew… okay, that wasn't that bad. It's alright. Nothing too major. I look at myself in the mirror again and half smile, while I worryingly squint my eyes. You've got this gorgeous woman out there waiting for you. Okay? Go.
Walking out I hold my head up high. I am 8 feet away from our table, when my mood gets a little dent again. Buzz, buzz - my cell teases me. I decide to ignore the text and sit down. Not going to check my phone until I get home. I don't care.
"Hello there, Hermosa." Talia looks up from the beverage menu she was probably studying and taking mental notes from. She is really serious about knowing anything to do with something you can ingest; that's passion.
"Hola preciosa, yo no sabía que usted habla español?" Talia's eyes focus fully on me, obviously caught off guard. She regains her attitude quickly.
"Lo hago, pero suena como usted sabe más. Suenas fluidez." Esta chica sólo sigue sorprendiéndome. I feel almost light headed with all the tingles through my body. I've always wanted to date someone who could speak another language as me as well. Esto es increíble.
"No totalmente. Tengo que decir que esto es sólo una cosa más adoro de ti… I've been taking Spanish classes since I was 14, so I do know how to have a light conversation, at least."
"I adore that you speak too... Honestly that's a total plus. Sorry if I'm making a fool of myself, I probably don't make the most sense… Now I just want to learn more because you speak so well."
I know I'm blushing heavily as my face grows hotter. "I understand you and that's what matters… I don't really care if your grammar is a little off. It's fine, really…" I wink.
"That too. I want to learn how to wink like you do." Talia sips her wine; I almost forgot we had some.
"Oh really? You like it when I wink at you?" I question.
"Who wouldn't?"
This is really going well. I make a daring eye contact with her, and then take a sip of the albariño "What if you're the only one who has told me you like it when I wink?"
"I wouldn't believe you." Talia is observing as much as she can see of me; as if she was studying me like she would a cookbook, or a recipe. Her eyes are narrowed. Fuck… she looks hot. That dress has to be one of my favorite things I've seen her in. She really needs to let down her hair or else I won't be able to stop staring at her neck… stunning. Gaining my composure after a few seconds I reply to her.
"Well, fine. We'll leave it at that then." Nobody has – observed me as much as her. She notices such insignificant things about me, or maybe it's not that she's the only one who notices things about me, but that she decides to points them out. She sure knows how to make a girl feel like they're the only one in the room. As I remember thinking that earlier, as well. I wonder how many girls she has dated before, she seems like a natural at being smooth… I probably shouldn't ask her anything of past relationships tonight. I won't. That would be too much. This is fun, nothing serious needs to happen. "What did you order me, anyway?"
"Like surprises?" She takes my right hand with her left from across the table, and rubs my index finger with her thumb; mimicking me from earlier. That is seriously something to fall in love with.
Squeamish and jittery, I ask "You're a mime too?"
Talia exhales looking almost embarrassed, but then speaks lowly. "Only when it makes you look that hot for me."
Completely caught off guard my jaw hangs slightly, and with habit, I bite my tongue in the back of my mouth. Is she trying to make me feel like I'm on fire? I'm burning up. I swallow, eyeing her... "So this restaurant is beautiful, right?" I decide to change the subject, knowing that she'll know I am purposely making her forget about what she just said.
"Nice." Talia states.
Talia POV
"Oh, I know." Emily says, tongue-in-cheek, acting like she's the best at something – which she is. She probably thinks I'm killing her, but she kills me more… and that Spanish… I haven't had someone to speak Spanish with in years.
I had a chance to look at all the scenery when she went to the washroom. Floors are brick square tile, and the roof is dark blue with little white spots, representing stars. Floral, iron-gated-like patterns are our walls that surround us on three sides of our table, like a little booth. Vines are entangled in the walls and our light sources are candles. This is probably one of the most romantic dates I've ever been on. Emily is silent, using both her hands to play with mine. I need to really remember this moment. Snapshot it. Keep this picture… it's like a piece of artwork. It's absolutely divine. I don't know why I wasn't true to myself… Emily is really making me question what the fuck all those years of lies were really about. Was I just scared? Confused?
"You're thinking about something…" Emily whispers.
"I am."
Hesitantly, she looks concerned. "Is it a secret…?" Crap, hopefully I haven't been looking sad or something.
"No… It's not." I leave it at that, hoping she doesn't ask anything more. I don't want to lie to her. Now, Emily definitely doesn't know what to say, so she plays with my hand more. We keep silent for a few comfortable moments. She's so mature. She obviously knows that it is not something to bring up right now. Amazed with her, I continue speaking. "You're amazing. Just thought you should know, you know, in case you forgot."
"And you're amazing, because you're honest. I'm glad you're not the type to shrug important things off. That's a pet peeve of mine I have to admit. You know how to communicate well, without even speaking. Even when I burnt your dinner the other night, you didn't shrug it off."
"You're right, I didn't…"
"Yeah, instead of telling me that it was nothing, you didn't care, or that it was no big deal – you explained to me that these types of things happen and you went as far as telling me some mistakes of yours, and how you learned from them. I know that seems irrelevant and miniscule, but little changes in how people handle things can make a huge difference in my opinion."
"I do totally agree with you on that. The smallest decision in comfort can be the difference between life, and death sometimes, even." I pause to think. "I used to want to be a therapist, you know. I took a few university courses when I was 19… but after studying for 6 months I decided it was too much for me to handle. Psychologically, too much. I can get too deep into thought, I guess."
Emily's deep brown eyes stare me down with a little lust to them. Shit… was that too deep? Why does the word deep have to mean so many things…? Does she understand where I'm coming from? What if she really isn't like that at all? I really hope Emily isn't the type to judge people who are depressed… say they can just choose to be happy. "Yeah… Talia, I'm getting what you mean, trust me. Okay?" She smiles at me and immediately I feel a bit of relief. "Like I said earlier… you don't really know me, but one thing I promise you is that you can trust me to not do anything to purposely hurt you… alright?" That made me feel a million times better. "Look… we both have things about our past, and present, that we aren't going to want to talk about for a bit. I have demons, I'm sure you do as well. And I've been worried that I might say something stupid, but now I know for sure you're way more understanding than I even hoped you would be." Trillion. "Talia, there isn't any pressure about anything. Alright?"
"Thank you."
Emily just knowingly smiles. "Thank you too."
"You're welcome… umm. Though, what am I welcoming? I mean I have an idea."
"What's your idea, first?"
"You're good at keeping a conversation going. Did you know that? Okay uhm. You're thanking me for being.. silently open."
"You're right. I am good at keeping a conversation going. About anything… my mom thinks I should study something about socialism with world politics, or human rights. I kind of would love to be an activist of some sort. And yes… but no. I thank you for being so generous with your attitude.. You've done a few things tonight already that show me you're not just a flat character. Makes me just want to solve all the mysteries about you... but I know I have to wait." She's just glowing. Her face is glowing. Her lips are pursed slightly, while eyebrows are slanted with passion of what she is saying. She's obviously intrigued by me… maybe I won't end up scaring her off. I have so much to hide but every minute that passes by, the more that I think about it…
My train of thought gets cut off when Jennifer comes to the table and serves us dinner, which is seafood bowtie pasta, with a side of oysters. "I hope you like what I ordered."
"This looks great, Talia. When it comes to seafood, I'll eat anything. The scallops are amazing here. I knew you would pick something good. If you didn't I definitely would have said you failed me." Emily laughs as I playfully roll my eyes at her.
After thirty minutes of eating and talking about the decoration of the restaurant; because we didn't actually end up changing the topic to that, after my sexual comment earlier - I realize how easy it is to talk with Emily. I really don't have anything to worry about. I have to be more confident...
I use the washroom to take a minute to myself after we finish our meal. I take breathers quite often. This date has gone so well… I wash my hands, and crack my knuckles, just another habit that know I will never break. I come back to Emily ready to go.
"You all good to go?" Emily asks holding out her hand.
"Yeah, but the we have to wait for the bill."
"You couldn't have thought that I wouldn't have paid for it, right honey?" She winks. "I asked you out. I pay."
I almost decide to protest, but I know that there isn't a point to changing anything. "When I take you out on our next date, I'm paying sweetie." I say close up to her, and then give her a small kiss on her cheek.
Emily puts her leather jacket on right before she opens the front door for me. We walk down the sidewalk a little casually. "Oh? So now you read minds? Okay."
"Yeah, you already said yes to a second date with your expression when I was talking about how I make you hot." Oh I love making her all embarrassed. We're now stopped underneath a lamppost, and she's just standing there in a pout. "You set yourself up for that, beautiful. That was a perfect mirror compared to earlier. Almost." I say grinning as I step in closer to her.
"You're right."
"I know I am. Mime's, reading minds… rhymes." I intently raise my brow. I'm good at being lame. When I'm lame I'm funny.
"Wow, you really are something… but no, as in I mean you're right… you.. make me hot." Emily says as she backs me gently up against the dull lamppost.
Oh. "I see…" I can't help but stare at her lips. She's staring at mine so I hold her jaw line with both of my hands; this causes her eyes to flutter… almost stutter because they don't know what to do. "Emily you're-"
She cuts me off and asks with a raspy tone, "say my name again."
With an attitude I start, "Emily Fie-"
Emily POV
Just a kiss? No. A meaningful act of falling for this girl without her knowing? Maybe. She really could help me get out of this darkness I've been in. I've currently got Talia pinned up against this conveniently placed street lamp. I love this. Her holding my jaw, our mouths in an inevitable slow lip lock. This was indefinite after that amazing dinner. Talia bites my lower lip slightly and my biggest wish right now was that we were in private. I don't care about PDA, I just would like this to last a little longer. I exhale into her mouth and she starts making my lip swollen by sucking on it, ever so gently. My hands roam to the indent of her back, pulling her closer to me."Talia.." I whisper into her mouth, and then continue "we need to…" she kisses me hard pushing my head back "mmm," Oh my god, stoppppppp. "okay we n-"
"Shhhh." She buzzes on my lips slowly. "Okay. I know," She takes a step back from me while holding onto my hand, looking totally aroused, "let me take you home." I notice her lip quiver when she breathes in sharply, closing her eyes. Last time I checked the time it was quarter to eleven.
All I do is nod, blushing.
After we get in the car she turns to look at me. "A kiss for the driver." She states while pointing to her cheek, cheekily. I lean in and give her a peck as she starts the car.
"And I'm guessing it's a kiss for the cook as well?"
"Mmmm… Nope." She laughs as she starts her Ford Fusion and pulls out of the slanted car space.
"Oh."
"Yeup." This is when I catch on.
"Oh..." Oh my.
Talia smiles at me, playing with her tongue against the inside of her cheek.
"I like you, you know." I tell her as I rest my hand across the centre console on top of hers, as she drives with her left hand.
"Oh, I know." Talia says, acting with an impression of me; a terrible impression for that matter. She can't not be such a goddamn flirt right now, can she?
"You've just been on a roll haven't you?"
"Of course," she then stays silent while driving into a main road which is only a few blocks from my street. "no but Emily… I had a wonderful night with you," she turns looking at me and I lean on the car door with my elbow, smiling, "I want to take you out soon. I had an amazing time. By the way where am I going?"
"Oh, turn on the second left in about one hundred meters."
"Meters? Canadian too?"
"What? We use meters for like half the stuff here… no, I'm not. However I did go to Vancouver for a ski trip with my family when I was 10. This is it coming up, my house is in front of us to the right, at the three way stop." I tell her, pointing at my house.
She pulls into my driveway and turns the ignition off. We get out and I walk over to Talia's side, leaning on her car. "Thank you for asking me so suddenly, and taking me out to dinner, Emily."
"You're very welcome," Talia saunters close to me and leans in, but doesn't kiss me. "you have certainly impressed me."
"Have I now?" She asks, as I can feel her warm breath on my lips. I suck on my own bottom lip and decide to hold her right cheek, as she leans over me against the car.
"Yep, so kiss me, please." I say almost pleading. Talia gives me that trademark glance, and presses her full lips to mine. Tasting some sort of mint, I melt into the kiss. I right away feel her tongue very slightly skim in between my lips, so after putting my arms comfortably around her shoulders I try to obtain her tongue past my teeth. It absolutely makes me hot when a girl loves to fuck my mouth; that really is the only way to put it. Blunt, but truthful. Damn… Talia slips deep through my lips and I can't help but moan a buzz of amusement; thrilled that she is just as into this as I am. She slowly licks the roof of my mouth and then leans back, using her own face to push mine to the side gently. Kissing below my ear on my neck once, she serenely states, "I should really let you go; your family is probably wondering why you haven't told them where you are, sorry."
My family… wow I just realized we never talked about anything to do with family over dinner… weird. It's only my mom and I 90% of the time. "You have nothing to be sorry for, I'm out late often, and its Friday anyway… besides I really like this." I tell her with a growl in my voice. "But yes, I should go even though I don't want to…"
Talia moves to beside me and leans her back against the car with her arms loosely crossed. "Alright… I guess I'll see you soon, though?" She smirks with a charm.
"Of course." I state, walking backwards while looking at her. "Goodnight, darling."
"Goodnight gorgeous." Talia pronounces with a flirty exaggeration.
Walking to my front door I pull out my keys and hear her car door shut. It's only until after a few minutes pass, I go to my room and hear the engine start, followed by asphalt cracking. My room is dark except for a yellow light that glows on my desk because of my laptop cable; as well as the moonlight that is cascading in. I sit on my window seat, sighing. I think I'm speechless right now. For the first time in forever I don't have thousands of thoughts all nagging at me. With this peaceful mindset, I decide to take a shower and head to bed, knowing my mom is already fast asleep as there were no lights on when I came in.
So did you like it? Hate it? Love itttt? If you have the time, review if this chapter made you smile, or have a feeling in general. Tell me your feelings JLets share the feelings together. I noticed I had some mistakes in the last chapter, so this chapter I really made sure I looked over everything immensely. I don't like mistakes haha, it annoys me. I will post the next chapter probably before the next episode comes out on Feb 17th. I'm really happy about the latest episode, it's looking like Talia is gonna be sticking around, as they are giving details about her life. I wrote this chapter after the knowledge that she is married, by the way; which means yes, it will be a part of this story; you probably caught on. Oh, and yes, I partially speak Spanish and wish to have some Spanish speaking in this story. If you don't speak Spanish and never have a translator around, tell me how I should go about that… if I should leave translations at the bottom or like.. anything that you think would be a good option. Can't wait to read your reviews, goodnight beauties!
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