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The night is finally quiet. It had been a whirlwind few days for all of the girls. With Hanna's "disappearance" and Spencer being shot there had hardly been anytime to think. So as Alison and Emily are sitting in the silence of Emily's car the kiss they shared finally has the starring role in Alison's thoughts. It's crazy to think that, that kiss which had been so amazing hasn't been constantly plaguing her mind. It did come with a lot of baggage after all. But It might have been because her and Emily hadn't really been acting any different since. They have been just as connected, just as touchy, and just as close as always. In fact Allison doesn't think any thing of taking her hand and gently placing it on top of Emily's that is resting on the gear shift. She doesn't think anything of the tingle that shoots up her arm either. However, Emily's next words to her do give her pause.
" I think I'm going to go back to Hanna's tonight."
Alison would turn to look at Emily if she wasn't of course already looking at her.
" Why?" She doesn't mean to sound desperate but Emily had stayed at her house everyday for the last week. It had started to feel a little more like home with her in it.
"Well I just don't want to take advantage. We don't live together." Alison can't help but wonder if the real reason is that maybe Emily needs some space. That maybe that is what she is too nice to say. She also wonders when she became so self conscious.
But since the thought of spending even one night not in her presence makes her ache, she decides to be be brave.
" I understand if you need some time alone. But I'd really like it if you'd stay."
Emily's lips turn up into a beautiful smile then. It makes Alison's breath get stuck somewhere deep in her lungs.
Getting ready for bed each night had turned in to an easy routine. This night something feels different. Maybe it's because they actually talked to Spencer,they are almost sure that she will be okay and that weight has been lifted from their minds. Now, Emily almost seems nervous. She has dropped her pajamas no less than two times since pulling them from the drawer. And while most nights she would just change here in the bedroom with no regard to where Alison is, tonight she hastily ran to the closed door of the bathroom.
As for Alison , too exhausted to do much else, she just stripped down to her tank top and underwear and slipped under the covers. The sheets feel cold on her skin but she thinks that the chill that runs through her has little to do with the cold. Something about tonight and the fact that Emily's warm body will be joining her in this bed soon, is doing something to Alison.
The bathroom door opens and Emily emerges looking sheepish in her baseball tee and pajama shorts. Alison immediately notices her legs as she walks and the way her forearms flex as she braces them against the bed before climbing in. She's staring at her, she knows she is, but Emily still hasn't even looked at her. Before Emily can reach to turn the lamp off next to her, she is stopped by a hand on her thigh. Alison trailing her thumb up and down it for the briefest of moments.
" Em. What's wrong?"
The quiet "nothing" that she utters would be believable if she didn't look so terrified still. Ali might not push any farther if it wasn't for the darker shade that Emily's eyes have taken on. Alison's never backed down before, she almost always gets what she wants. And if the throbbing below her stomach, and the yearning in her heart are any indication she really wants Emily. So she starts to move the hand on her thigh again, slowly. She takes Emily's face and turns it towards her. The fingers of her right hand brush gently over her lips and then down her throat.
" Do I scare you Emily?" She almost could laugh at the hesitant nod of Emily's head, if she didn't need so badly to be on the same page as her. If it didn't actually terrify her that maybe Emily didn't' need her as badly.
" Are you attracted to me?" Emily swallows thickly at this but Ali can see it reflected in her eyes so she pushes forward again.
" Do you want me?" This time a little intake of breath. One hand is drawing patterns over Emily's exposed collarbone, Ali uses her other hand to take Emily's hand and move it up and over her own ribs to her chest.
" Can you feel this?" She hopes that she can feel the erratic beating of her heart. That maybe she knows just how scared Ali is too. That if she is honest she is absolutely terrified. Alison DiLaurentis doesn't do scared. She doesn't do unsure but with Emily nothing is certain. They are just friends with a hint of something more. And now something more is far from enough for Alison.
So she whispers" kiss me" so quietly she doubts Emily can even hear. Feels the fear slowly disappear with the touch of emily's lips on hers. Immediately her arms come up to dig themselves into Emily's luxurious hair. It feels so soft and silky beneath her fingers and she can't help the gentle tug or the moan that slips out of her mouth.
Emily is absolutely intoxicating and while they have all the time in the world, everything just feels so urgent. It's what makes the quick removal of her own shirt and Emily's seem so necessary. When she runs her eyes and hands down Emily's chest and toned stomach, it's hard to imagine that it's been years since she's had this privilege. When she takes hold of her wandering hands and pins them and her to the bed, the thrumming of her body almost becomes too much.
And when Alison looks into the darkness of Emily's eyes, she can't see the fear there anymore. She sees only want, only acceptance, only desire, and maybe a hint of that unnamed emotion. She knows it's that emotion, so much more than desire, that is reflected in her own. It's the heady combination of the two that drives Alison on. It's this feeling of Emily being hers, only hers. Of Emily being so much more than just her friend that makes Alison feel complete. It's the rush of driving Emily to the edge and over that makes her feel whole. It's the feeling of her in her arms, the heady scent of her hair, the feeling that they are so much more than just this moment,that makes Alison feel like she could fly. After all these years on the run, she is finally home.