This takes place 5 years in the future (compared to the previous chapter), but it is not necessarily representative for how 5 years in the future will be in another chapter. Sorry about that, I just needed some space in time for this one, but I didn't want to add things I'm going to add in later chapters.
All mistakes are my own and I still don't own PLL.
All feedback is greatly appreciated, and for those asking, this isn't the end.
xx, Em
Paige scrunched her nose.
"Do we have to do this, babe?"
"Paigey, it's tradition, of course we have to! I've been doing this since I was a baby."
Paige looked around the neighborhood and let out a soft sigh.
"I know, and I love the tradition, I just don't really want to be known as the freak in number 4941."
Emily laughed and wrapped her arms around Paige, hugging her from the side.
"Babe, they'll love it, don't worry."
Paige looked down at her wife and finally surrendered.
"Fine. Let's do this."
Emily squealed happily. "Yay, thank you! I love you."
"I love you too."
They shared a quick kiss before Emily started opening boxes. "Okay, you take that box up on the balcony, and I'll start down here."
It was the Sunday before Thanksgiving, and even though Paige knew that decorating for Christmas before Thanksgiving was a family tradition at the Fields house, she was really hoping to get out of it this year. They'd just moved into a big house, in a very expensive neighborhood, and she felt that decorating for Christmas a month early wasn't how she was gonna get on their good side. Usually Paige didn't care all that much, but they were going to live in this house for a very long time and she wanted to get along with her new neighbors. She'd just had to tell them about Emily's dad if they started asking her about it.
"Where do you want Pingy and Wingy?" Paige called down from the balcony.
"Place them on the table I put in the left corner. Put Santana in the middle."
They started working and by dinner they were finally done, and everything was up to Emily's standards.
"Do we turn on the lights now?"
Emily looked around her to see that everything was good to go. "Yeah, I think it's ready. Go do it."
Paige walked over to the contacts as Emily took a few steps back to look at their house. Paige loudly counted down from three and Emily held her breath as the whole house and front yard lit up.
"It's beautiful."
Paige moved over to Emily and wrapped her arms around her from behind.
"Yeah, it really is."
Emily turned her head and smiled brightly at her wife. "I knew that you secretly loved it!"
"It's not that I don't love it, because I do, I just don't want all of these people to think we're weird."
"Well, if they do then I'll just turn them with my wonderful charm."
Paige laughed and kissed her wife's cheek.
" You do that, babe. It really does look good though, and I'm starting to get very excited for Christmas."
"Me too, we'll have to light up the fireplace and drink hot chocolate under a blanket."
"God, we're gonna sweat to death."
"Trust me, I'll make it worth your while…"
"Mm, I'm definitely in. Will you make it worth my while for working so hard today too?"
"I have so many plans for you after dinner."
Paige took Emily's hand and dragged her towards their front door.
"I say we skip dinner and go straight to dessert."
Emily giggled as she shut the front door and hurried upstairs. Outside the tree in their front yard was covered in light on every single branch, the nativity scene under it. A garland hung across the upstairs balcony, Pingy, Wingy and Santa standing proudly on their tables as the house and windows were framed by light. Emily knew her dad would be proud.
"Babe, are you coming soon?"
"I'm on my way, I just don't want to spill anything." Paige walked slowly into the living room, carrying a tray of cookies and two over-full cups of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows. She finally reached the coffee table and put it down carefully, sighing happily when not a single drop was spilled.
"Good job, now get under here." Emily moved slightly and Paige slid in behind her before Emily leaned back, so Paige was resting against the armrest on the couch and Emily was resting against her, with a blanket on top. They were wearing matching Christmas onesies and enjoying each other's company as they watched the fireplace.
"This is so nice." Emily took a small sip of her hot chocolate and snuggled in more.
Paige wrapped her arms around Emily, absentmindedly drawing patterns on her stomach, over the onesie, under the blanket, with her chin resting on her wife's shoulder. "It is, but it's a little warm too, and while you look super adorable in your onesie, I look like a giant toddler, which is far from sexy."
Emily laughed as she placed her hot chocolate back on the tray. "Don't be silly, you look super sexy."
Paige playfully tickled her wife. "Don't lie to your wife, it's not nice."
Emily giggled and squirmed as she tried to get Paige to stop. Once she finally did Emily turned around looked at her wife. "I'm just starting a new tradition in our new house. From now on, on every Christmas Eve, we are going to wear matching onesies. Once we have kids they'll have to wear them as well."
"You and your darn Christmas traditions."
Emily backed off away from the couch, and her wife, towards the fireplace, with a smirk on her face. "I've got a feeling you're about to enjoy this tradition a whole lot more… are you wearing any underwear?"
Paige looked slightly confused. "No, because you told me not to."
"Good girl." Emily winked at her and laid the blanket down in front of the fireplace. "Come here."
Paige got up from the couch and moved towards her wife, closing her eyes as Emily started unzipping Paige's onesie. "Yup, you're right, I am going to enjoy this tradition."
Emily laughed as she kissed the newly exposed skin. "That's what I thought." She pushed the onesie off her shoulders and down her arms, so Paige's breasts were exposed, then stepped back. "Lie down." Paige obliged immediately and grinned as Emily lay down on top of her, palming her boobs as their lips met.
Emily pulled back slightly and licked her lips. "Merry Christmas, Paige." She started kissing both of her breasts before attaching herself to a nipple, biting and sucking, as her hand made it's way south, under the onesie. Her fingers slid through wet heat and both of them moaned loudly.
Paige pulled Emily's head back up and kissed her deeply while turning them over. "Me first."
She kissed her wife while unzipping her onesie, and Emily moved various body parts so that Paige was able to get it completely off. Emily's long fingers gripped onto Paige's long, dark hair as she moved down between her wife's long, tan legs. "Mm, you smell so good." "Fuck, just get on with it already!"
Paige laughed. When Emily was turned on she was not the most patient person.
She moved her arms to hold Emily's hips down as her mouth made contact with her clit. After having switched between focusing on her clit and fucking her with her tongue for a while she moved permanently to her clit and entered her with two fingers, fucking her until she came. When Emily's walls gripped onto Paige's fingers she carefully slid them out and replaced them with her tongue, lapping up as much of Emily's juices as possible, while helping her ride out her orgasm.
Paige pulled out and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, looking down on her wife who was breathing heavily, eyes half closed. Her hands were still gripping onto Paige's hair and Paige grinned, still amazed that she got to do this with Emily Fields, now Emily McCullers.
"Merry Christmas indeed."
Paige laughed even harder. "Merry Christmas, Emmy. I'll definitely love this tradition." She leaned down to kiss her wife gently and groaned as Emily bit her bottom lip.
"It's your turn now."
"How do you want me?"
Emily thought it over for a second. "Hm, on top."
"Oh yeah, that one's a crowd pleaser" Paige completely removed her outfit and straddled her wife, one knee on each side of her thighs. She leaned down, placing her palms on either side of Emily's head, and kissed Emily while still holding herself up so she wasn't actually touching her wife anywhere, besides on the lips. Emily continued kissing her as her hand moved between Paige's spread legs and she wasted no time, sliding her fingers back and forth a little to lubricate them, before pushing two fingers into her wife. They continued kissing as Emily fucked Paige, until it became too much for Paige and she moved to rest her head on Emily's should. Her moans were encouraging Emily who sped up and added a third finger.
"Fuck. Oh god, don't stop."
Emily curled her fingers inside Paige, and gently cupped her cheek with her other hand, enjoying her wife's reactions. Paige continuously let out little gasp and grunts as her hips moved in tact to Emily's movements. Emily didn't want to risk slipping out of Paige, she was so incredibly wet, so her thrusts were shallow, but Paige didn't seem to mind as Emily's fingers were curled and hitting her spot just perfectly.
Paige's walls were clutching onto Emily's fingers so tightly now and before long Paige bit Emily's shoulder as she came, letting out a strangled scream through her clenched teeth. Emily shuddered as she felt the bite combined with the wetness running down her hand. Emily loved it when Paige got rough during sex, even though it usually only happened just as she was about to come. Emily slowly pulled out her fingers and wrapped her arms around Paige before whispering into her ear. "Lay down, baby."
Paige practically collapsed onto her wife, still breathing heavy as Emily pulled her impossibly closer. She loved moments like this, just after sex, when both were too worn out to say anything, but still enjoying each other's company.
"That was really good." Emily hummed in agreement and kissed her wife's shoulder.
"I'm sleepy." Emily stretched out and pulled a blanket down from the couch, cooperating with Paige to put it over them, while Paige was still lying on top of her.
"I think it's time for a nap by the fireplace. That's mandatory after sex by the fireplace, right?"
Paige nodded. "Most definitely." They shared a sweet kiss before Paige put her head on Emily's chest and they both fell asleep.
It was New Years Eve and Emily and Paige had been invited to multiple parties but had ended up on one that took place at a hotel. A suite on the top floor and the roof top terrace, nonetheless. Emily was wearing a very elegant, and tight, black dress. She looked amazing and those heels made her legs look like they went on for days. Paige was wearing more comfortable, for her at least, shoes and black jeans that fit her really nicely. Emily had picked her shirt, which was actually a pretty washed out t-shirt, but Emily thought Paige looked really hot in it, and on top of that she was wearing a leather jacket. Emily looked much more dressed up, but Paige was really comfortable with what she was wearing, and she wore it well, so she really didn't care.
They didn't know very many people there, Paige knowing even fewer than Emily, with her not being the people's person her wife was. They'd arrived together, obviously, but quickly lost each other. There was just so many people demanding their attention, and eventually Paige got really tired of listening to wannabe actors currently waiting tables at some restaurant. She needed a drink, or three, and ended up meeting a kind of interesting guy there, who was not just trying to get laid. They had talked for what felt like hours until his very beautiful fiancée had stolen him away. Paige had bought another drink and took it upstairs to the rooftop terrace where she found a spot by the banister overlooking LA.
Paige loved LA; it was everything Rosewood was not. Oddly enough, it felt safe. The population of LA was more than 10 times that of Rosewood, without countless crimes taking place every single day, yet Paige had never felt safer. She had never felt safer for Emily. She loved driving too lookout points with Emily at sunset, such as Mulholland Drive, even thought it was super touristy, and locals would never do it. She loved to go running at Runyon Canyon. She loved the different Farmer's Markets and believe it or not, she fucking loved the traffic. She also loved how happy Emily was here, even though they were far away from their friends. She knew the two of them would spend the rest of their lives there, and she didn't mind.
She sipped her drink and turned her back on the view, deciding to people watch instead. Paige was a very good-looking person. She exercised daily, and while she didn't wear very girly clothes, her sense of fashion was definitely good. She kept her hair long, preferring it that way, and loving it when Emily ran her fingers through it, or gripped onto it during sex. Yeah, Paige was indeed a very good-looking person. This didn't go unnoticeable either, and throughout the evening several members of both sexes had flirted with her, but she had politely smiled and proudly showed off her wedding ring. Most of them had disappeared right away, simply looking for a quick lay, while a few had stuck around to actually talk to her and get to know her.
All in all the evening wasn't that bad. The food was good, the drinks were nice and the view was amazing. Add the nice temperature and the fact that she was definitely going to have new years sex when she got home, and this was definitely a good night.
Ever since the first time they had spent the night together after New Years Eve it had been a tradition to have sex right before going to a party and right after coming home. It had been going on for years, and it hadn't always been easy to keep quiet when other people were in the house or apartment they were staying at. No need to worry about that now though, they had their own house and could do whatever they wanted, wherever they wanted it.
A brunette caught her attention at the corner of her eye and she watched, as she got closer, humming appreciatively as she kissed her.
"There you are, I was looking for you." Emily wrapped her arms around her wife's neck and leaned in close. She knew that Paige had had quite a lot to drink, but she also knew that her wife could handle her alcohol so she didn't care too much.
"Sorry, just went up to get some air."
"And then you ended up people watching." Paige just shrugged as she smiled, that smile that was reserved for Emily. "I know you so well, babe."
"What can I say? People watching is interesting, I like making up stories for them."
"Why don't you make up one for us?"
Paige put her glass on a table next to her and wrapped her arms tightly around Emily's waist. "I don't need to make up a story for us, we're already perfect."
Emily laughed gently and leaned her forehead on Paige's. "You're damn right."
"What time is it?"
Emily looked at her watch. "11:45."
"15 more minutes. Tell me, Mrs. McCullers, what are your hopes and dreams for 2024?"
Emily bit her lip and blushed slightly. "I want a baby."
Paige grinned and kissed Emily's forehead before hugging her tighter. "We'll be turning 30, so I think that a baby sounds good."
Paige instantly felt Emily relax in her arms as she realized they were on the same page.
"We'll be good parents."
"The best."
They watched the view together for a while, enjoying all the various lights and each other's company until people started saying it was one minute till midnight.
They both grabbed a champagne flute from the waiters walking around and gathered in a group.
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Emily looked at Paige and felt happiness shoot through her. How on earth did she get this lucky?
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Paige caught Emily's look and winked at her with a grin, causing Emily's heart to flutter. This would actually be their 13th New Years kiss together, and Emily had loved every single one of them.
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They turned towards each other, their arms wrapping around each other in a familiar manner, not caring about the flutes in their hands.
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Their lips met in a hungry kiss as fireworks went off all around them. In their heads as well. They kissed for as long as they could before having to come up for air and they turned their heads slightly to look at the fireworks that was still happening around them.
"I love you, Emily Aubrey McCullers."
"I love you even more, Paige Willow McCullers."
Emily's arms tightened around Paige's neck as their lips met once more.