Hey everyone! Your continued support has been amazing and really helped me with my writing even outside of fanfiction so I just really wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. Your reviews mean the world to me, I love writing things that you all want to read and knowing what you do and don't like.

On that note, you guys seemed pretty into the idea of me extending Your Mess is Mine into a multi chapter and so I have finally gotten around to doing that and it is up now! I'm very excited about it and can't wait to see what you guys think.

This short is just some feel good smut for all of you. It is set during 5:01 escApe From New York. It's just an alternate version of the episode where Alison leaves the stage for a different reason. I hope you all enjoy!

It doesn't bother me. I can't let it bother me. Who cares how she knows that this place is safe, it's safe and we're here. All of us... It's surreal really. We're all standing at the concession stand eating. The girls are laughing and talking. I can't stop wondering which surfaces Alison hooked up with Ezra on in here. I cringe.

I look up when I feel her eyes on me. It's like being swept away by the ocean. You can't breathe but you aren't sure you want to. It's terrifying and yet like home. When Ali chooses to submerge you in her depths she makes you want to drown.

I think she's noticed how her gaze still affects me. I thought that I had grown immune but really I had just forgotten what it was like. She'll always have this power over me. I'm sure of it now. And now that she's aware of it too, she's openly using it against me. Throwing glances at me to see me shudder and stammer under the weight, laughing extra hard at my jokes, finding an excuse to bring me into every conversation. Go ahead and play your games Ali, to be honest I've missed those too. I missed it all.

I stop paying attention for a moment and she's suddenly right next to me. She's staring at the side of my face. I know she wants me to look so I don't. I can't just let her win like I used to. She lets her elbow brush mine. I don't respond.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She says quietly. The girls in their own little world talking about some TV show.

"You really want to know?" I ask a little more aggressively than intended.

"Of course." She asks all dreamy eyed.

"I'm wondering which surfaces in here that you hooked up with Mr. Fitz on." I say, my disgust evident. She cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Excuse me?" She says confidently.

"You heard me." I attempt to be confident like her.

"I'm tired; can we find some place to sleep?" Hanna yawns.

"Yeah there should be some stage furniture over here." Ali says leading us to the stage.

We get settled in, and everyone keeps jabbering, I even chime in from time to time. It really is nice to take a breather and be us again. My phone lights up showing that I have a text. It's from Alison on the opposite side of the stage.

"Is everything okay? That's not A is it?" Spencer asks.

"No, just Paige trying to get ahold of me." I smile her say. I don't have to see Alison to know she's smirking.

Alison: Do you honestly think that I hooked up with Fitz?

Me: Do you expect me to believe that you didn't?

Alison: The years have made you so feisty... That's okay, I like my girls feisty ;-)

Me: Oh really? Cause I thought you just liked to use girls for practice.

I know that it was too far immediately.

Alison: Ouch.

Alison: I'm sorry for that. But I assure you, it wasn't Fitz that I dreamt of fucking all over this theatre.

She at least has part of my body's attention.

Me: Ali...

Alison: What, don't you want to hear about the fantasy I used to have... About you... Involving this very theatre?

Me: I'm listening.

Alison: When I visited Ezra here all I could think of was how beautiful you'd think it was. It was so private and quiet. I wanted to bring you here. I'd get you laughing pretending to be a worker handing out concessions at the stand, but when you would go to take the fake snack from me I would grab your hand and pull you in close.

There is a long pause.

Me: Keep going

Alison: I'd pull you into a soft wet kiss. And then as it got deeper I would pull you up onto the counter and kiss you even harder as you climbed down to my side. You'd be wearing some cute, tight little T-shirt kind of like what you have on right now, and I'd love to feel your skin through.

Me: That's so hot Ali

I know I shouldn't indulge her.

Alison: You still want me?

I'm shocked that she even has to ask.

Me: I'll always want you

Me: I want you now

Alison: I want to feel you Emily. Really feel you.

Me: I want to get my hands on those hips with nothing between me and a wall but you

Alison: fuck, Em that's so sexy. I want it. I want you inside me.

Me: I can't believe I'm doing this right now.

I'm suddenly nervous that she has those texts, nervous that I so easily exposed so much again.

Alison: Believe this?

I feel a surge of wetness between my legs and a rush in my stomach when I see the attached picture of her cleavage sneakily taken under the blankets.

Me: You make me CRAZY

I look over to her loveseat and she's gone. I sit up quickly. Hanna and Spencer are passed out. Where the hell did she go? She can't disappear on me again, not now.

Alison: Come find me...

The attached picture is of her dangling her shirt in front of a large arrow sign which I can see on stage right. I follow it and find her shirt there. I pick it up.

Me: Of all your games, I like this one the best.

Alison: getting closer...

The picture is of her jeans draped on a director's chair which I find to my right.

Me: I better get a serious reward when I find you

Alison: If you find me, you can have it all...

She's bending over towards a lit up mirror, cleavage showing and legs sexily crossed with socks up to her knees. She has always loved secrets including sexy ass lingerie under her simple outfits. I notice above her in the mirror a large number one and see the first dressing room labeled the same way. There you are.

I swing the door open and there she is, sitting all sexy and cross legged in front of the dressing room table. Her eyes are lust and I'm soaking wet for her. I waste no time, I step straight to her tangling my hands into all that blonde hair to grab her head and lift her into a kiss. She gasps with surprise and delight as I softly taste her lips. God I've wanted her for so long that I feel like I could just lose it right now. I can barely handle finally having her. I've had a few girls and none have them have made me feel this way, none of them have clung to me the way she is right now.

"Emily..." She whimpers as I kiss her neck and suck on her collarbone. She's as desperate as I am.

Her black lace panty set are sexy but I think they'd look better on the floor. I start with her bra and unhook it watching her breast tumble out. They are a bit bigger than mine and round and perfect and I'm nuzzling and biting at them before I can even get her bra all the way off. The way she calls out in response to me sucking her nipples and her gripping my head sets something off in me. I groan and grab her thighs throwing her onto the table. I practically tear my own shirt off as she undoes my pants. She's turned on by my lack of bra and reaches for my breasts. I can't even wait to take her panties off; I can see that she's soaked through them and ready for me anyway.

I pull them to the side and insert two fingers and she moans enthusiastically. I press her as firmly as I can against the mirror as a drive into her hard and deep. The entire table moves with every thrust. She's yelling like a sailor with her suddenly filthy mouth. Her still socked legs in the air are spread wide to welcome me in. She's just as perfect from the inside. I pick up pace and she wraps her legs around me first at my waist, but then she wants me, needs me deeper. She lifts one leg up over my shoulder and I toss the other one there to, using my hips to press my fingers even deeper inside her. The wet sound our skin to skin contact makes causes me to drip down my thigh I'm so fucking turned on.

She's clinging to me firmly enough that I feel confident in removing my hand from under her which I had been holding her up with so I can use it to rub on her clit. Her loud moans urge me to continue. I start in circles but quickly am moving too fast for that. I feel her orgasm coming. I look to her face and the mirror behind us as I feel her walls tighten. Her pink mouth open and gasping, eyes squeezed shut, our bodies intertwined in the mirror, it's all the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I use the thumb of the hand inside her to keep my pressure on her clit so I can use my other hand to hold her tight as she writhes and shakes with her orgasm.

"How'd you fucking do that, you're so good, Em." She moans still in the aftershocks.

"There's more where that came from." I groan into her ear before dropping to my knees and spreading her quivering legs far apart.

I dive right in, my entire mouth on her wet pussy now. She is wrapped around my head quickly. Christ, she's tugging at my hair and whimpering so much that I know she's close again. I massage her with my entire mouth a bit more taking in as much of her perfect taste as I can. I know I'll crave this forever now. I suck lightly on her swollen clit for a moment before pointedly focusing quick firm movement over it with the tip of my tongue. She's practically fucking my face now her hips are bucking so hard. I speed up until I can't go any faster and she's completely rigid, unable to make any noise at all, until I feel the release. She's screaming my name as she cums and nothing has ever sounded so sweet to me.

"Come here, come on baby." She's lifting me to her mouth where I kiss her sweet and soft.

"No one's ever gotten me there Em." She confesses. I kiss on her jaw and neck lovingly stroking her head.

"I can take you there anytime you want. Don't forget it." I whisper darkly in her ear.

"Oh, honey, I couldn't forget this if I tried." She smiles.