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The better part of a week had gone by and not talking to Alison was getting more and more difficult. Every day that went by Emily missed her more and more. She would run by her house every morning on her six mile run. Someone was up at that hour but she almost knew it wasn't Alison. Just the thought of Dr. Rollins infuriated her. She'd visited the indoor shooting range her dad took her too when she was younger, and she visited herself after she'd gotten out of the Dollhouse to blow off some steam. It didn't really seem to help, even though she imagined his smug, pretentious face on the center of the target.

This is how Emily's day went for the week that she was trying to hard to ignore Alison. Alison hadn't really reached out to her either, which made her even more worried. Had Rollins really forbidden her to see Emily after the Brew? Or had Alison picked up on Emily's anger and decided to keep her distance? Emily began to fear that she'd ruined everything, but she kept her head high. She wasn't going to give up this easily.

Emily laid in bed on Saturday night and gazed up at the ceiling in thought. She closed her eyes and listened and could hear Alison's voice on the wind, and could almost feel the blonde laying next to her. She remembered the time that the pair had stayed at Alison's house after she'd come back to Rosewood. Alison was so frightened that someone was planning on hurting her that she had begged Emily to stay with her. Emily, of course, was all too willing to accept.

Emily laid in her bed imagining that night. She sat up and walked over to her door and locked it before she crawled back into bed and pulled her shirt off. She lay in bed topless, her dark skin illuminated softly by the moonlight. The cool air drifting through her open window making her nipples a bit more erect. Emily's eyes drifted closed again as she remembered the rest of the events of that night. Slowly her hand drifted across her skin, feeling each of her soft breasts, squeezing them gently as she could almost feel Alison's lips on her as she had that night.

Slowly her hand drifted across her soft skin and down her torso heading for the hemline of her panties. Her mind raced with the events of that night as her fingers went to her wet folds and began to stroke her sensitive nub. She felt her whole body react to it as she gasped, letting out an audible moan. Emily wasn't a highly sexual person but when it came to the memory of this night she couldn't help but feel aroused and feel the need to relieve herself. Alison was just too incredibly gorgeous and there was too much emotion there for Emily to contain herself.

Emily's breaths became more and more labored as she felt herself growing closer and closer to her climax. She bit her lip and moaned as she arched her back and her free hand cupped her breast and pinched her breast slightly as her fingers continued to caress her womanhood. "Oh, Alison." came from her lips no louder than a loud breath as she rolled her head back wishing that it was her Angel there caressing her wet folds.

The moments continued to pass as Emily brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. She felt the tension in her body, ever muscle in her well defined body was growing tighter as her breath caught in her throat and she cried out softly, not loud enough that anyone outside her room would hear. She called Alison's name, as she felt her body release, and shake with orgasm. Her limbs quivering with the intensity of it as her legs pressed shut but her finger persisted to pleasure herself, "Ohhh fuckkk." She moaned as it started to wear off and she felt a wave of sleepiness come over her. She slipped into her covers and blissfully went to sleep.

Monday morning Emily decided to put herself back into the game. She had no idea what had happened with Alison the previous week, but she was able to find out Alison's schedule for the week. Emily had another twenty-one days of leave before she had to go to her Military Police school. Twenty-one days to make Alison realize they were soul mates and this was going to be the first play she put into action.

On her six mile run Emily decided to stop at the Rosewood florist. Emily walked in as the woman was still setting buckets of various flowers out, obviously having just opened. Emily smiled looking at a bouquet of red roses, but she bypassed them for a bouquet of a dozen white roses with purple edges of the petals. Emily smiled and nodded turning back to the woman and paying for the roses. "Can you deliver them to Rosewood High at about 10:30?" Emily asked as she gave the woman her debit card to scan for payment.

"Of course dear. Who are they for?" The older woman said, probably in her mid-fifties. She was a kindly looking woman, sort of like the stereotypical grandmother.

"A dear, dear... friend." Emily said, not sure what this woman's take on lesbians was, "She'll be in the English Room. Her name is Alison DiLaurentis." Emily took one of the message cards that would go with the bouquet and took her time writing her first clue. She was careful not so sign it with an "-A" so instead she signed it with "-M". With a smile she nodded, satisfied in her message before tucking it into the small envelope and sliding it into the bouquet, "Thank you." Emily said, "And she can not know they came from me. It has to be a secret, kind of a secret admirer thing."

"Of course, dear." the woman said, "They will be there at 10:30."

Emily smiled wishing she could be there to see Alison's face when she received the flowers. School wasn't in, but she had learned from her mother's babbling about town gossip, that the school had a staff development day that day, so Alison would be there. It was just the first step in reminding Alison what they meant to each other. The connection was undeniable. Even Charlotte and Mona had seen it. The story about Alison and Paige fighting over Emily was one of Charlotte's favorite stories to tell and no matter how many times Emily had heard it, it never got old to think of her beautiful Angel fighting to keep her. Sure it might have been a control thing for the Alison of that time, but Emily knew in her bones that there was more to it. Alison wouldn't have gone to those lengths if she wanted to control Paige and Alison already knew she had Emily under her thumb. Emily just had to remind her, she had to erase the damage that Dr. Rollins had done in driving a wedge between them and today was the day that started.

Alison sat at her desk after the first staff meeting and worked on some lessons plans for the first weeks of school. This year would be opened with Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald's classic romance about the 1920s would be her first challenge of the year. As she sat there, trying to figure out how to make this novel appeal to high school juniors, a knock came at her door as a man stood there with a bouquet of white roses with purple ends on them. Alison raised an eyebrow and stood, "Can I help you?"
"Mrs. DiLaurentis?" The man said, "Alison DiLaurentis?"

"I'm Alison Rollins. DiLaurentis was my maiden name." Alison replied even though her wedding ring and engagement ring were sitting on her vanity at home since her meeting with the lawyer the previous week. She'd been 'forgetting' to put them on after her showers. Dr. Rollins didn't really seem to even put up much of a fuss, which only made Alison wonder just how much he really cared.

"We were told to deliver these at 10:30." The man said handing the flowers to her.

"Who are they from?" Alison asked figuring they were from her husband, though he usually sent azaleas.

"There's a card inside." the man replied, "Have a nice day." He smiled and left leaving Alison alone in the room to examine the flowers.

Alison's heart started beating faster as she gazed at the flowers. She reached in and pulled out the little 2inch, by 2inch card. It was cream colored with a blue pen. The handwriting looked familiar but she couldn't place it.

"I loved her against Reason

Wondering who this is?
That's the biz,
Want the next clue?
I know you do.
Remember where you hung out with your crew?
Just go to the Brew.
~M"

Alison stood there looking at the card. It was so frighteningly like an -A message that her stomach was in knots, but the quote at the top from "Great Expectations" rang a bell. A memory stirred in Alison's mind and she couldn't help but smile as she went back to the library all those years ago where Emily found her reading it and she'd read her that very quote. Alison knew that she would have to wait until lunch to get her next clue as to who this was, but it was as exciting as it was nerve wracking. She needed to know so she could stop having such a heart attack over it. It was clear that there was no malicious intent behind it, but then -A had played gentle games like this before to throw her off her game. Alison would just have to wait and hope she could figure this out.