As the two walked in together, Alison left to go to the restroom to wash up, leaving Emily standing near the entrance alone. Scanning the newly high-end place for a bar, she sighed contently as she watched a guy doing tricks for his customers. Deciding that if she's actually going to make it through this party, she's going to need a few drinks in her system.

"What can I get you?" The guy behind the counter raised his eyebrows as he flipped a glass in the air. Impressive, Emily noted.

"A gin and tonic please." Emily paused while debating on ordering Alison a drink as well, "Um, can I also get a rum and coke with that?" Her favorite.

"Can you handle that much?" The guy joked. He turned to grab the ingredients before starting to throw, flip, and juggle the bottles. Although they were simple drinks that didn't require much mixing, his tricks had Emily mesmerized as he went on.

"Here you go, Miss." He slid the drinks in front of her. She pulled a twenty out of her wallet, thanking him as she handed him the money. She walked away and moved to sit down at the counter.

"So, are you having a great time with your date?" A voice behind her inquired. She turned to see Hanna behind her, smirking with a hand on her hip while sipping on a pink drink.

"O-of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Emily stammered, mentally swearing at herself.

"Oh, no reason. It's just... I don't see her anywhere and since you're single, you could go and have a great time with someone else..." Hanna paused. "I mean, if you want to be entertained by any of the other girls here, that is." Hanna challenged, taking one last sip before swiftly leaving Emily to think on it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She called after Hanna but she was already long gone and lost amongst the party-goers. The brunette turned back around and started sipping on her drink again, resting her head in her hands. She was beyond frustrated in every way possible.

A pair of hands settled on her shoulders and the figure leaned in so Emily could hear them clearly, "You know, I'm sure I could entertain you more than any other girl here."

Whatever noise that was going to come out of her mouth was now lost forever as Alison squeezed her shoulders firmly. Emily was about to say something but they were both interrupted by Alison's phone ringing extremely loud. The blonde took her phone out of her purse and glanced at the caller. Debating on whether or not to answer the call for what felt like a century, she eventually excused herself to the outside patio area for a moment.

Alison looked back over to the bar and watched Emily take a sip of her drink, almost emotionless. Looking back at her phone, she accepted the call.

"Why are you calling me? I told you that I'm at Hanna's party and I would call you when it's over." Alison greeted a little angrily.

"Call me crazy, but I don't think that's how you greet your husband." He countered back in a snarky tone.

"Well you deserve it after how you were acting tonight." Alison shot back. She heard the sound of guys cheering in the background before hearing a bunch of glasses clinking together. She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Why? Tell me why, Ali, because I think I had a pretty damn good and reasonable argument." Rollins slightly raised his voice with her.

"No, you didn't. Your argument was highly invalid and you're trying to connect dots that don't need to be connected." She was done with the conversation and, in the end, Alison did what she had originally anticipated.

"Connecting the dots?" He let out a dry chuckle. "Is that what you think marriage is about? A game that you decide to play until you get bored? It's not, Alison. I want to work this out. Can I come home, please?" He pleaded. Alison thought about it for a split second, but she already knew where her heart belonged and she didn't foresee it ever being with Rollins again; her heart belonged to the brown eyed beauty sitting at the bar drinking, presumably, a gin and tonic. Alison felt herself smile until she heard Rollins clear his throat on the other end of the phone, irritating her once again.

"I can't do this right now and clearly it doesn't matter what I say anymore since you come back every time anyway, don't you? Either way, I'm staying at a hotel tonight with one of the girls." Alison put her hand to her temple and massaged it lightly. Arguing with Rollins was quickly becoming a daily thing and it was bringing loads of unnecessary stress into her life.

"Fine, don't worry then. I'll be staying at my cousin's tonight." He exhaled loudly. Alison went silent as she turned around to see Emily and some other brunette that was definitely not one of their friends. Her frustration with Rollins turned into a cold jealousy as she watched the girl inside put her hand on top of Emily's and began getting a little too close for her comfort.

"Alison, are you there?" Rollins asked, annoyance in his voice.

"I-I gotta go." She stammered before pulling out a random excuse. She didn't really care at this point. "A dance is coming up. I'll talk to you later." Alison hurriedly replied so she could end the call. She slipped it back into her purse as she slowly walked back in through the large doors and over to the bar. Something must have held her back from walking over there and laying it to the girl; it's almost like she wanted to know what they were talking about that had Emily so... happy. Her stomach starts to churn as she sits down at the bar and orders a drink. With the combination of being pissed off that Emily would even give this girl the time of day and her own fear of losing her mermaid, Alison's mind began to drift back to the day her and Emily began sneaking around.

After the girls had separated and left Rosewood's drama behind, Alison stayed around the small town while watching over her sister. Over the course of a few years and only making small talk with the other girls, Alison had become pretty lonely. Eventually, she decided it wasn't best to keep waiting around for a sign that her mermaid would finally return, so she agreed to start seeing her now husband, Rollins. More time passed before Emily returned to a town closer to Rosewood and, honestly, Alison understood why she might not want to stay in her actual childhood town due to the fact that it put her through her own personal version of hell. Little by little, the other girls returned and communication became less broken amongst them. It was almost like they were teenagers again… well, without all the threats.

On a rainy night, Alison had called Emily and asked if she could come over, not wanting to be alone after an argument with her husband. Without hesitation, Emily arrived within minutes wearing sweats and a warm hoodie. She looked adorable as she warily smiled in the doorway, offering Alison a comforting hug. As Emily walked around, Alison could sense how much she loathed seeing pictures of Rollins around the house – or anything that would remind her of the man, for that matter.

After hours of random conversations and clear avoidance of the initial reason as to why Emily came over, Alison finally spoke up.

"I'm sorry that I called so late... I just really didn't want to be alone tonight. He tends to leave when he doesn't get his way." She mumbled the last part.

Emily's eyes held sympathy and she gave Alison a sad smile. "I mean… you did interrupt my entertaining night of binge watching every Halloween movie to ever exist." She turned her head away dramatically. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you for that."

Alison raised an eyebrow before letting out a small giggle. "I'm trying to apologize here. I know you don't like hearing about him."

"Just because I don't like hearing about him doesn't mean I'm not going to be here for you." She quickly replied.

Alison sighed.

Minutes passed and the tears began to build in her eyes before she spoke again. Shakily, she let out a sad laugh. "Maybe I'm just hard to love."

In that very moment, Emily looked like someone had kicked a puppy right in front of her eyes. The blonde could tell something snapped in her mind but she wasn't sure what until Emily spoke up.

"Do you really think that?"

Alison just stared at her, not knowing how to reply. She looked away.

Emily stood up. "How dare you think that you're difficult to love." She looked Alison dead in the eyes, like she's been planning on saying this for a while now. Emily took a deep breath in, almost like she was preparing herself. She continued, "I've had such a tough time dealing with so many shitty things in my life these last few years, yet the only thing that seems to come brainlessly is loving you."

Emily's eyes started to gather their own tears until she shook her head, not willing to let them fall. Alison could tell that Emily felt as though she needed to say what she was about to say and she wasn't going to stop the brunette – Alison needed to hear it as much as Emily needed to say it.

Once again she started speaking, though her voice sounded a bit more broken. "Even when I want to stop, I can't. Even when it's three o'clock in the fucking morning and I've been crying for hours because I feel like I'm not getting anywhere, I can't."

Alison sat there, taking it all in.

Emily locked eyes with her again, bracing herself for what she was about to say. "Even when I feel like you've betrayed me in the worst of ways and, God, even when you don't love me back, I can't stop loving you."

Alison was completely stunned so she sat there silent, not trusting herself to speak or even move.

Emily sat back down next to her. Closer than before, Alison noticed.

"And I'll continue loving you. So don't you dare say that you're hard to love." She finished, as she looked back at the blonde with a softer expression.

Alison didn't know how long she had been crying but her cheeks were stained with streaks of tears that had fallen during Emily's confession.

Emily must have taken Alison's silence as a form of rejection, so she began to get up again before walking to the door. Before she could reach for the knob, Alison had somehow gotten in between her and the door, causing Emily to sigh in defeat.

Before she could ask Alison what she was doing, Alison's lips were on her own as if it was the only way she could say thank you. Although they both knew the whole situation was a mess and it was bound to go downhill from there, Alison woke up the next morning without a trace of regret and could only hope her mermaid felt the same.

Slowly breaking out of her memories, Alison sat at the bar wishing that she had put her ring on the counter immediately after Rollins walked out the first time.

But she didn't.

She didn't because he begged her to try and make it work. He said he'd change and they would attend marriage counseling. As far as anyone else knows, it worked. It worked and they're a happy couple with no secrets.

Except there are secrets, and the biggest secret of all is sitting over there with –

She glances over to see the random girl has gotten much closer to Emily. She bites her cheek, trying to refrain from going full DiLaurentis on this girl… that is until she sees the girl toss her head back in a crappy attempt at flirting with her mermaid.

All resolve lost, she finishes her drink and begins to walk towards where this girl is practically throwing herself at Emily.

Before getting nearly halfway across the room, someone stops her in her tracks.

"Lovely party, am I right?" A voice taunts from behind her.

"It is." Alison agrees. "Congrats on all your sponsors, Han. If you don't mind, I was actually just about to do something so if you would exc – "

"Babe, can you get me another drink? Mine's running a little low." Hanna turned to Caleb, interrupting Alison.

"Yes ma'am." He smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth. Hanna waited until Caleb was out of earshot before turning back to Alison, giving her a semi-playful glare.

"Now, what's your issue? Ever since you got here you've been in a weird mood from what I've seen." Hanna folded her arms. Alison scoffed, not willing to explain to her why she needed to go over and make her presence known to this random girl. Hanna didn't need to know her and Emily's business, but she couldn't help getting sidetracked as the girl with Emily sat down and wrapped an arm around her chair. Alison noticed how the girl was beginning to get awfully handsy. Hanna's eyes followed Alison's not-so-subtle glare before almost bursting into laughter.

"I knew she'd find someone for the night." Hanna smirks before looking back at Alison who was fuming just by watching them.

"Well, she seems to be having a bit of fun." Hanna egged on, adding pressure to the bomb that was about to explode only a few inches away from her in a matter of seconds.

"I don't know why she's wasting her time talking to her. She's definitely not her type." Alison gritted her teeth as she half-listened to Hanna go on and on about this new mystery girl, although the only thing Alison could focus on was how the girl needed to be put in her place. Suddenly, Hanna threw her head back, laughing loudly. She clearly knew what was going on between the two and neither of them were fairly good at hiding it. Alison looks at Hanna before shooting her a hard glare and turning to walk away but the other blonde's voice stops her dead in her tracks, chills shooting up her spine.

"Careful, Alison. Your jealousy is melting the ice sculpture." Hanna sneered remarkably.

Alison scoffed, "I'm not jealous of anybody. The girl is clearly not her type." She continued to defend. Hanna admired how hard Alison was standing her ground right now. As she walks away, she mutters something loud enough for only Alison to hear.

"After all this time, you've turned into a shitty liar." Hanna spun on her heel and began to gingerly stride in Caleb's direction, who was waiting on her with a drink.

A bit before Hanna left Rosewood, she began to show much more bite while talking to Alison – or anyone, come to think of it. Though Alison was proud of how far she's come since high school, who was Hanna to make wild accusations like that? After all, she was Alison DiLaurentis and Alison DiLaurentis doesn't get jealous over anyone; she gets even.

As she angrily walked over to the bar where Emily and the girl were talking, Emily's hands were animatedly moving as she talked about something with the other girl. Unbelievable. That's what Alison thought of it all. She couldn't believe that her mermaid was even taking the time to talk to this girl. She came out of absolutely nowhere.

Alison's staring so intensely at the two that she doesn't realize that Emily has spotted her, waving her over. Hanna was not going to get the best of her tonight. Knowing the bubbly blonde, she'd gloat about it until the next ice age. As she watches the two talk, she notices Emily becoming less and less interested in the conversation. Emily's eyes flicker back and forth between the two girls as she nods every so often, smiling at the blonde when she looks her way. She waves Alison over yet again but the blonde merely brushes it off.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" The bartender inquires with a boyish smirk on his face. Alison blushes for a short minute, debating on giving the guy a piece of her mind or letting him off the hook. She decides it was simply a compliment and generously smiles. There's already one problem at this party – I don't need another, she thinks.

Alison wastes no time ordering her favorite: rum and coke. Out the corner of her eye, she watches Emily staring at her as the other girl tries her best to get Emily's attention.

"Ali!" Emily calls, continuously trying to get the blonde's attention, but she doesn't look back. She has something to prove and giving into pure jealousy wasn't going to help. By the way Emily huffs out loudly, Alison thinks she's given up on her and goes back to chatting with the other girl. Taking sips and ignoring the two was fairly easy at the beginning until the alcohol started to give her some effect that wasn't all that strong… but it was definitely there.

"Come dance with me." The girl gets up and starts edging for Emily to follow her. She smoothly grabs Emily's hands while she slightly blushes, finally accepting the offer.

Alison stands up and marches over to the pair, not being able to take any more of them flirting.

"Is that for me, babe?" Alison has that signature DiLaurentis smirk on her face as she nods towards the drink that the girl was previously drinking from. Emily, too stunned to say anything, stands there, silent as a rock.

"You know it's my favorite." Alison sweetly smiles and settles her hand on Emily's back, rubbing it vigorously.

Emily feels her heart racing every time she looks into Alison's eyes, being able to see right through her.

Alison leaned in to loudly whisper in her ear, "I booked a room for tonight. After the party, I thought we could hang around here for a while. Unless you'd rather not?" She teases before internally smirking when she witnesses the girl trying to avert her eyes somewhere else.

"I should probably get going. I don't want to keep you two." The girl stated, picking up on the thick atmosphere.

Alison, smiling wide and proud, walks back over to her spot at the counter and begins to fix her makeup in her compact mirror. Fixing her hair, she sees Emily coming up behind her in the small mirror.

"Okay, what the hell was that all about?" Emily asks with her arms folded, not bothering to hide her frustration.

"What was what about?" Alison closes her mirror and looks at the brunette innocently.

"Scaring that girl off like you had something to prove." Emily almost yelled.

"She was interested in you and you know that." She responded a bit harshly.

"You had no right doing that, Alison." Emily bit back. "And what was so damn wrong with her that you decided to show her out so fast?" She snarled, exasperated.

"She obviously wanted to take you back to her room." Alison said before quickly trying to cover up her jealousy. "God, Em, did you even see what she was wearing? Who on Earth wears a pink blazer with mom jeans? Her shoes didn't even match. And don't even get me started on her hair." Alison groans while rambling on about any excuse she could find. All of a sudden, Emily began to laugh uncontrollably, leaving Alison clueless as to what she said that was so hilarious.

"In what way was any of that funny?" She asks, clearly taken aback. Emily shakes her head, rises to her feet, and walks away while continuing to laugh.

"Em, what the hell?" Alison quickly stands up and follows her to wherever she's heading. Ignoring Alison's questions and confusion, she's still lightly chuckling to herself as she opens the door to the restroom.

"Are you just going to laugh your ass off for the rest of the night or are you going to tell me what's so damn funny that you nearly spit your drink all over me?" Alison's curiosity didn't faze Emily; not even once. Two other girls were standing near the sinks, looking between Alison and Emily with wide eyes.

Alison finally snapped as she noticed the two girls who had started to exchange confused looks with one another. "Can I help you or are you just going to stand there and watch us like we're performing on Broadway?" She slapped her hand on her wrist and gave off an extremely irritated look as the two rushed out of the restroom before they could set her off even more. If looks could kill, Emily thought as she began washing her hands, silently giggling to herself.

"Okay." The blonde turned her attention back to Emily, who was still relishing in Alison's frustration. "Did that bitch spike your drink or something because you're acting like I have something on my face." She crossed her arms and stared down Emily in the mirror. She says nothing as she finishes up washing her hands, grinning like a crazy person.

"Are you going to continue to ignore me the rest of the night?" Alison threw her hands up in exasperation.

"No." Emily finally speaks and, when she does, it's with a very teasing tone that only frustrates Alison more.

"Then what the hell are you laughing at?" She was at such a loss. Emily could confuse her so much at times but it's like the brunette was actually on something tonight.

Emily grins as she dries her hands off. "Ali, it's okay to be jealous." She grins even harder when she hears Alison scoff extra loud, walking over to the mirror above the sinks.

"I am not jealous!" Alison squeaked as she looked at Emily's reflection in the mirror. "What's there to be jealous of? That random chick who dressed like she was a mother?" She began to ramble again, causing Emily to playfully roll her eyes before walking over and snaking her hands along Alison's back, gliding them around her body to soothe the blonde.

"It's okay to be jealous because, at the end of the day, I'm still yours. You don't have to worry about me checking out some other girl." Emily's hands traveled dangerously close to Alison's chest, causing her to blush.

"I'm not jealous." Alison muttered again.

"Show me that you're not jealous and I might actually believe you." Emily whispered in her ear. The heat of her words melted Alison altogether in that very moment. A strong scent of alcohol was fresh on her breath and it made Alison crave Emily so much, she swears she could take her right there.

"And how would I do that?" Alison was able to let out a shaky breath that she didn't realize she was holding.

"Remember when you said that you could entertain me more than any other girl here?" Emily's mouth moved closer to Alison's skin. "Why don't you show me how you'd do that?" Emily suddenly kissed the back of her neck before trailing her lips over her jaw and neckline, causing Alison to grip the edge of the sink.

"Emily, you know if we go there – in here, I won't be able to stop." Alison whimpered as the brunette tugged on her neck, making her grip the sink harder to keep steady.

"That's the plan." Emily was getting her turn now and Alison had to admit... it was probably the hottest thing she's ever experienced in her life. Suddenly, Emily stops all at once and backs away from Alison. Exiting the restroom feeling as though she finally has the upper hand, she leaves behind a stunned and lost Alison. By the look on the blonde's face, it wasn't something she was expecting.

"Em?" Alison calls out, confused, but she chases after her like there's no tomorrow. Quickly grabbing Emily's hand, she pulls them both into the hotel elevator which she silently prays no one is already in because she might not make it to the room. As Emily leans against the cool elevator wall, Alison decides to put on Emily's favorite lipstick.

"Mmm..." Emily hums as she hungrily takes in Alison's appearance from behind.

"What?" Alison inquires as she reapplies her lipstick.

"Nothing." Emily innocently answers, never taking her eyes off of the blonde's backside.

"I don't think it's nothing." Alison smirks as she puts her lipstick back in her clutch.

She turns back around to catch Emily still staring. Raising an eyebrow, she devilishly smirks and slowly closes the distance between them, lips almost touching but not quite.

Deciding to one-up the brunette before they make it back to the room, she gently presses her lips to Emily's for a tortuously slow second before slightly pulling away again.

"Tonight, I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before." Alison whispers in a seductive tone, making Emily crumble right there. She looks the blonde up and down, not caring that she's looking at her like she's about to attack her at any moment.

"I'll hold you to that." Emily murmurs in reply. Though she meant it figuratively, Alison couldn't help but let her mind wander off in a whole different direction. Stay in control, Alison, she thinks.

"You'll be holding me to a lot of things, won't you?" She whispered back, feeling satisfied when Emily's eyes turned a shade darker.

Just before Emily could form some type of response, the elevator finally reached their floor after what felt like an eternity. Before the doors could finish drifting open, Alison was tugging on her mermaid's hand and leading her towards the room. Soon enough, the two were in front of the door and while the blonde continued fumbling to find the room key, Emily slowly began to let her hands wander down Alison's body. As soon as the door opened, Alison walked in expecting Emily to follow but when the brunette doesn't, she gets worried. Shit, maybe she's finally starting to regret this.

"Fields, get your ass in here." Alison yells. She reaches out and grabs a still semi-stunned Emily but is surprised when the brunette hikes up her dress and settles her on her hips, making Alison wrap her own legs around her waist. As Emily leads them through the room, she kisses the blonde tenderly, leaving them both wanting more. She lays her against the fresh sheets and lets her fingertips roam Alison's body, her hands raking over the soft skin, burning passion increasing in every touch, move, and breath.

"I need you." Alison whispers huskily in her ear. Emily's breath hitches at the amount of want in her tone. She pulls at Alison's heels, throwing them to the side and moving to discard the dress completely, but Alison stops her.

"Allow me." She responds, thickening the atmosphere once again. The blonde slides out from underneath and flips Emily onto her back.

"B-be my guest." Emily trembles as Alison's hand trails down to her waist, dancing around her mid area. She stands back from Emily and slowly unzips her dress, pulling at it seductively. She wriggles out of it tortuously slow, letting it slide down her hips. She softly smirks when she sees Emily watching her intently with wide eyes, not missing a second. Needing more. Wanting more. Alison mentally thanks every higher power for making her wear a matching set of black, lace bra and panties.

"Stay put." She commands as she walks over to straddle Emily, who's desperately trying to create more friction between the two.

"Okay." She squeaks with a firm nod.

"Where are your manners?" Alison gasps, looking distraught.

"I'm sorry..." Emily whined due to the lack of touch.

When Alison gave her another stern look, she corrected herself. "Yes, ma'am." Emily shudders as Alison traces her finger down her taut stomach.

"Better." Alison smirks. She has the perfect plan in mind for the brunette beneath her. Her hands begin to trail along Emily's sides while teasing the skin with her nails before sliding them underneath her lover's back, slowly unzipping the perfectly fitting dress until she can pull it completely off. Emily's left wearing nothing but a very tiny pair of lace panties. Alison can feel her practically shaking underneath her own body, feeling her squirm with every move she makes.

"Ali, please." Emily begs, kicking her legs slightly while trying to gain any form of friction between their exposed skins.

"Say it." Alison presses.

"You know what I want." Emily groans as she attempts to get closer to the blonde that sat half naked on top of her.

"I don't think I do." Alison settles a hand on Emily's stomach, dancing beneath her chest. Small bumps begin to appear on Emily's skin as a result of the extraordinary feeling from the light touches. She needs more.

"I want you – I need you now. Please." Emily desperately cries out.

"Your wish is my command." Alison whispers before slipping a hand past Emily's panties and, with that, she thinks she could come undone just by the look of pure pleasure that crosses Emily's face.