I want to see drunk Emily and Alison on the real show.
Alison sits perched on one of the bar stools as Emily stands between her legs, hunger clear in her eyes.
"Baby, why not," Emily pouts as she slides her hands up and down the blonde's thighs. Alison stifles a laugh because she's never heard Emily use 'baby' as a term of endearment, and it just sounds funny coming from an eloquent girl like Em.
"Because we're at a club," Alison says firmly as she puts both hands on either side of Emily's face and lets her thumbs stroke the soft skin, which was warm from the alcohol.
Emily's boundaries have disappeared for the night- she's no longer the innocent shy angel that Alison met- and for tonight Alison is completely okay with that.
"There are bathrooms," Emily says as she lets herself enjoy Alison's soft touch before pulling away and then attaching her mouth to Ali's neck. The blonde's mouth drops open slightly with a moan as she tilts her head to offer the brunette more skin.
"Babe…ew…no," Alison breathes deeply, referring to the bathroom suggestion.
"But what if I told you a secret," Emily says over the music with a goofy smile as her mouth hovers over Alison's ear, the hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Ali is so not prepared for this drunk, super horny Emily. "I'm so wet for you right now."
Alison feels an intense heat and rush of desire shoot straight through her down to her core, causing her to tremble. She feels the familiar aching throb pulsate furiously as her breathing complicates. The brunette has never been so bold, and it turns her on like no other.
"Jesus, Em, stop," Ali says pulling away, her expression playfully stern. Emily pouts, eyes begging and Ali almost gives in. The brunette takes the moment of distraction and lets her fingers slip up Ali's thigh under her dress.
"There you two are," they hear Hanna say loudly as she approaches. Alison struggles to smile back as Emily drags her nails back down her thigh to her knees.
"Are we about ready to leave?" Aria asks, tipsy and oblivious to the blatant sexual activity in front of her. "It's almost two."
"We are so ready to leave," Emily says with a smirk, looking back at Alison. She leans in to Ali's ear and nibbles on the earlobe, drunkenly letting her tongue swirl around on the outer part of the blonde's ear. "Are you ready?"
Alison can only nod, her voice caught in her throat.
x
As they finally stumble out of the club, the three other girls walk in front of the couple. Emily stays one or two paces behind Alison, which puzzles the blonde.
"What are you doing?" Ali asks, confused as she stops and turns around, and Emily stops behind her.
Emily just smiles cheekily and Alison gasps with a grin. "Oh my god you're totally checking out my ass."
"Does that make me naughty?" Emily taunts, stepping forward and clumsily pulling Alison's hips against her. The blonde's jaw drops, never expecting to hear the brunette taunt her so boldly. "Don't naughty girls get punished?"
Emily giggles and bites her lip, loving the way Alison is looking at her. Emily grabs the blonde's chin between her thumb and index finger, tilting her head up,
"So, I know you retired," Emily drawls as she lets her eyes fixate on Alison's delicious cleavage before bringing them up to her face again. "But you'll still be my stripper right?"
"That depends, what do I get in return?"
"Sex, lots and lots of sex," Emily declares bluntly with a smile on her face and Alison bursts into laughter. But suddenly she squeals at a strong sensation-
"Did you just pinch my nipple?!" Alison asks incredulously as she brings her arms up to cover her chest in feigned horror. The brunette had literally just went for it while she had been mid laughter.
"Surprise," Emily says with a grin and Alison playfully slaps her.
"Hey, you two, keep it in your pants," Hanna calls from ahead.
"I don't want to," Emily calls back gleefully as she spins the blonde around and wraps her arms around from behind. She walks forward, swaying, and Alison has to steady her as she holds on to Emily's hands that are around her.
As they approach the car, there are two guys standing a few cars away staring at them.
"Damn, girl you're too pretty," one of them says to Alison who smiles politely.
"Too bad she's mine," Emily says with a smirk.
"What?! No way," the other says as his eyes roam up and down the two of them.
"Yeah, she's all mine," Emily says as she lets her hand roam up to Alison's breast. The blonde doesn't have time to register what's happening before Emily squeezes hard. She then pulls herself away, spinning around and facing the brunette.
"Emily!" she chastises while the two guys make appreciative noises.
"Bet you've never been with a real man before," the first guy says to Alison. "Either of you."
Emily's eyes narrow.
"I bet that I can make her scream louder than you ever could when my fingers are deep inside her pus-"
"That's enough," Alison says blushing deep red as she slams her hand against Emily's mouth. She turns to the two men with a look of irritation on her face. "We're leaving now."
"But baby," Emily complains teasingly as she stumbles while Alison pulls her. "You look so hot when you ride my fingers and-"
"Ew! Emily!" Hanna exclaims as she comes up to them, attempting to get them in the car. Hanna looks apologetically at the almost sober blonde. "Emily and tequila equals-"
"Horny. Very, very horny," Alison finishes knowingly as she shakes her head with a grin. "I can't say I'll complain about it when we get home."
"Again, ew," Hanna says crinkling her nose in mock disgust.
"Hanna, are you sure you're not gay?" Emily asks randomly with a goofy grin.
"What?" both blondes ask simultaneously.
"We've kissed before," Emily says proudly. Alison whips her head to look at Hanna who backs away with her hands up.
"It was truth or dare like 3 years ago," Hanna defends.
"Ali, baby, I want you so bad," Emily mumbles distracted as she mentally undresses the blonde in front of her. "Between my legs-"
"You are so not allowed to talk til we get home," Alison scolds lightly with a teasing smile as she covers Emily's mouth one more time.
"Yeah, never giving her tequila again if you're around," Hanna says as she looks at how Emily's dark eyes are transfixed on Alison's body.
"Fuck that, I don't want her drunk on tequila around anybody but me," Alison corrects as horrible thoughts of Emily being this forward with anyone else cross her mind. She's not oblivious to the fact that with the right makeup, clothes, etc, Emily could be a goddamn super model. And she loves that her girl isn't one of those girls who knows they're damn hot. She never thought in her wildest dreams that she'd be dating someone as gorgeous as Emily, on the inside and outside.
It catches her off guard how jealous she suddenly realizes she would be. She'd never been the jealous type before- but maybe she hadn't really cared about the rest of them.
"Alright, I'm sitting between you and Emily in the car so there will be no steamy sex happening right next to me," Hanna declares as she shoves Emily into the car.
"Okay, I can still tease you," Emily warns proudly with a playful look in her eyes and Hanna's eyes widen in shock.
"You will do no such thing!" Alison quickly adds as she pushes past Hanna and slides into the middle seat. She looks up at Hanna with an apologetic smile and the other blonde gets in.
In the rearview mirror she can see Spencer gritting her teeth, giving her a warning look as her hands gripped the steering wheel. She wonders just what exactly is going through that brunette's mind.
"Just a reminder, I can see everything," Hanna notes.
"Yay, an audience," Emily replies with a cheeky smile, the curves of her lips resembling a light smirk. "Wanna watch?"
All four girls turn to look at her. "EMILY!"
"Kidding!"
X
"Finally," Emily pants as she messily kisses down Alison's face to her neck and then chest-
"Woah, slow down tiger," Alison halts her and the brunette pouts.
"Now what?" Emily asks almost whining, her dark brown eyes almost black as her hands linger on Ali's waist and she stares directly at her cleavage.
"I want to take advantage of this bold, drunk you," Alison smirks.
"I'm not that drunk," Emily argues with a hiccup and Alison merely looks at her with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah okay," the blonde grins shaking her head and pushes Emily backwards onto the bed as she climbs on top over her, her knees on either side of Emily's hips.
"Still want me to be your stripper?" Ali asks in a husky low voice and Emily nods furiously.
"Yes, please," she pleads and Alison lowers her lips to hover right above Emily's.
"You sound so fucking hot when you beg," Ali whispers as she captures the brunette's bottom lip between her teeth and then sucks lightly. "I will only be your stripper, got it? Cause that's not who I am anymore."
"Mine," Emily says with a childish smile as she lets her hands slip from Alison's waist up under her sleeping shirt slightly. "My smart, intelligent, funny, blonde, protective, sexy, cute, adorable, hot-"
Alison shuts her up with another kiss, though she smiles against Emily's lips. She had wanted to see how many adjectives Emily could ramble on about.
"I think I got the point—mmm," Ali moans as she feels Emily's hands caress her breasts, her thumbs rubbing back and forth over her nipples. Her hands grabbed possessively, her dark eyes fixated on watching Alison's facial reactions.
"Mine," Emily says firmly as she sits up and kisses her way down Alison's jaw to the side of her neck, over her pressure point.
She presses her lips and sucks hard at the skin there, sending Alison reeling into a state of ecstasy. Emily nips lightly at it and pulls back, admiring her little mark she left Alison.
"You did not just give me a hickey," Alison protests realizing what she was doing as she tries to catch her breath.
"I so did," Emily grins proudly. "Mine."
X
Alison stumbles out of the bedroom, trying her best to walk despite her legs feeling like total jelly. Emily had finally passed out naked and curled up in bed.
"What was that, only two rounds?"
The blonde's head whips toward the living room area where a dim lamp is turned on and she sees Spencer sitting with a book. Her eyes narrow.
"Who's creepy now?"
"Still you," Spencer shoots back. "And I never said creepy."
"It was three rounds," Alison says smugly ignoring Spencer as she turns the tap on in the kitchen to get water. She feels dizzy, the alcohol and sweat sufficiently dehydrating her. "Do you always stay up til 4:30 am reading?"
"Sometimes, yes. It's for school if you must know," Spencer tells her. "But I just started on this book. Want to know what I was reading while you were doing…that?"
She gestures to the bedroom. Alison shrugs.
"This," Spencer says pulling out a binder. Alison can read clearly, it says Wilson vs. DiLaurentis.
"You carry my fucking court case files with you everywhere you go?!" Alison asks appalled.
"No, I wanted to show Emily," Spencer says keeping her voice even and her eye contact with Alison firm.
"It doesn't matter, showing Emily that won't change anything. I told her the truth, and exactly what happened," Alison says angrily.
"Don't you dare hurt my friend," Spencer hisses as she puts her book down and walks over to Alison at the island counter. The blonde backs away into the sink counter, feeling very trapped. "I don't know exactly what happened between Paige and Emily, she never flat out told us. But we could assume some things, all the bruises and whatnot."
"I would never hurt Emily," Alison states once more. "I don't care if you believe that stupid binder and case files and bullshit. But you have to believe that I would never hurt her."
There's a pause in their conversation, Spencer examining her carefully. She's good at reading people and the honesty in Alison's eyes seems sincere. The brunette thinks that maybe, just maybe the blonde is telling the truth.
"What happened with Wilden? The truth."
"Not that I owe you any explanation, but I was lonely, I trusted the wrong person. He ended up being extremely possessive and aggressive, and controlling. You don't know the years of abuse I endured. You don't know what it's like for someone to look at you and make you feel like you're nothing. I was too pathetic to convince myself to leave, and when I did, I tried to get justice and you know how that went. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Spencer looks carefully at her before she sighs.
"Well either you're a pathological liar or you're definitely telling the truth," she relents.
"And for the record, Emily had to stop me from seriously hurting Paige for coming around and harassing her. So I guess maybe being psychotic does run in my family. But after everything I went through with Darren, I refused to watch Emily take the same kind of abuse."
Spencer nods.
"Emily is too sweet for that."
"She's incredibly sweet," Alison muses as she thinks about the past few weeks.
"And you seem to really make her happy," Spencer thinks out loud.
"Is this you giving me your blessing?" Alison jokes dryly.
"As long as you swear you're telling the truth," Spencer says with sharp eyes and a dangerously warning tone that lets Alison know she doesn't fully trust her yet.
"I swear, and I'm really glad Emily has friends that care about her so much," Alison genuinely tells her.
"You know, she was that girl that always remembered people's birthdays, always brought homework and soup to me when I was sick. She really puts other people ahead of herself."
"And I put her ahead of myself," Alison reassures. "She deserves that at least."
"Good."
"Anyway as fun as this is, I'm going to fall asleep any second," Alison says as she stifles a yawn.
"I'm sorry about what my mom did," Spencer finally apologizes. "I mean it's her job, but yeah."
"It's okay. I know."
x
"Oh my god, I think a train hit me," Emily groans the next morning as she rolls over to bury her head in her pillow.
"Someone was a naughty girl last night," Alison teases as she mocks the brunette.
"I remember fragments…oh god," Emily says as she turns her head to look at Alison. "Did I…did I say something about an audience?"
"I had no idea you were so kinky," Alison smirks at her and Emily groans, mortified, as she turns her head back into the pillow.
"Never drinking tequila again," Emily mumbles. "I would never want an audience."
"Good," Alison smiles as she presses her lips to Emily's bare skin on her back. The brunette can feel her long eyelashes fluttering against her skin. "I don't want anyone else to see you either. I don't like sharing."
"Oh god, I was so aggressive I'm sorry," Emily groans as she remembers more of their night back in her bedroom and her cheeks turn red, not that Alison can see with her face still buried in the pillow.
Her memory is hazy, but she distinctly remembers having the blonde's arms pinned down to the bed while she marked Ali's breasts with her mouth. She also distinctly remembers slamming Ali against the wall at some point.
"I loved it, minus the drunk antics," Alison whispers in a husky voice near Emily's ear. "How aggressive can you get baby?"
"Probably not very when I'm sober," she murmurs dryly as Alison's hands massage her neck. "This would be so much hotter if I didn't have a pounding headache."
"I believe you have it in you," Alison teases as she presses another kiss to her back.
The door opens and Alison turns to see Hanna standing there with her eyes closed.
"Are you both dressed?" she asks and Alison rolls her eyes.
"Sure please come in without knocking," Alison says sarcastically.
Hanna opens her eyes and sees Emily's bare back- luckily the blanket covers her lower half.
"You could've said no!"
"What do you want Hanna?" Emily asks in a muffled voice.
"Up, get up Em we're getting brunch," Hanna states and the other two appeared in the doorway, dressed already.
"Drink too much Em?" Spencer asks with an amused look on her face as she examines the sight before them- Alison with her bed/sex hair wearing an oversized t-shirt of Emily's, and their very hungover naked friend.
"That's an understatement," Emily replies painfully.
"We'll make you a hangover cure," Hanna quips and the three leave the two to get ready.
X
As they all get into Spencer's car, Alison mentally notes that she forgot the girl was loaded- she's driving a high end BMW for Christ's sake.
"Shit, I forgot my wallet," Emily says as she runs out of the car quickly. She runs back into her apartment building and slows her pace a bit, still not feeling a hundred percent.
As she climbs the stairs slowly in the deserted stairwell to the third floor (she's never been a fan of waiting for elevators) the dim lights frighten her for some reason and a loud hollow thud echoes causing her heart to skip a beat. Emily pauses at the sound of footsteps behind her.
A sudden panic takes over her and she sprints the rest of the way up and to her apartment. She's never seen anyone take the stairs besides her, in her two years at this place. Thoughts of Wilden haunt her mind and she runs as fast as she can.
Emily tells herself it's just a freak coincidence, and she turns the corner only to blindly collide with another body. She shrieks in panic as she falls.
"Emily! It's just me!" Alison quickly says as she stands up and helps the brunette up off the ground. The brunette hears a thud in the distance and she clambers to her feet and darts back around the corner only to see a deserted hallway.
"Emily-" Alison puts her hand on her girlfriend's shoulder and the brunette jumps nervously. Alison frowns. "Why are you so jumpy? You forgot your keys in the car."
"Thanks," Emily mumbles as she takes them from the blonde and walks to her apartment. Alison trails behind confused.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, just still hungover," Emily lies.
"You look frightened, not in pain," Alison narrows her eyes, trying to figure out what Emily's keeping from her.
The brunette shrugs. She steps into her apartment and grabs her wallet hastily. When she comes back she sees the blonde frowning with her arms crossed. Hesitantly she shuts the door.
"What?"
"Why are you lying to me?" Ali asks but her voice isn't hurt, more confused than anything.
"I'm not-"
"Don't lie to my face about lying, I can see your nervous fidgeting and jumpiness and I can just feel something off with you all of a sudden. What the hell could possibly have happened between the car and your apartment?" Alison asks, stern at first but just concerned at the end.
"I just freaked out and thought somebody was following me," Emily admits. "In the stairwell. But I think I'm just being paranoid."
"Why would somebody be following you?" Alison asks with a frown.
Emily shrugs, trying to avoid the truth- she still hasn't told Alison about her run in with Wilden.
"Are you afraid of Paige?" Alison asks softly noticing the distress on Emily's face and misreading it as fear from her past.
"Not really," Emily says weakly, and that's an honest answer because she has Alison now.
"It's okay, I know how ex's like that can make you all nervous and jumpy," Alison says as she offers a sympathetic smile. "Come on the girls are waiting."
But as Alison and Emily exit the building, the brunette can't help but feel like she's being watched, and she just can't shake that unsettling feeling.
X
Emily spends the evening with her friends since Alison has to work. But the brunette insists on driving her there and dropping her off instead of her taking the bus like she wanted to so Emily didn't have to leave her friends.
And Alison isn't an idiot- she can tell that something is still bothering Emily and it's most likely the same thing that bothered her earlier. But she literally has no idea what it could be, especially since it happened between leaving the car and arriving at her apartment.
And when she comes to pick her up, she argues with Alison about waiting outside because she'll "catch a cold". Alison just stares at her suspiciously the entire time.
"Seriously? It's not even freezing temperatures yet," Alison huffs and runs a hand through her hair frustrated.
"You just shouldn't wait outside okay? Can't afford to get sick," Emily mumbles the last part as she drives.
"Emily you suck at hiding your emotions, what the fuck is going on?" Alison asks sternly as she turns her body towards the brunette.
"What, suddenly you know everything about me?" Emily argues back as she misplaces her fear and anger onto Alison.
"Clearly not since you're still hiding something," Alison seethes, her impatience quickly building. She didn't like this feeling of being kept in the dark- it was one that was all too familiar to her.
"I told you to wait inside and you didn't listen to me! That's what I'm angry about," Emily argues.
"You don't get to dictate my life just cause you saved me once," Alison fires back, her temper now flaring at the thought of being controlled again.
"Well maybe you should just listen so I don't have to save you again!" Emily yells, finally just letting go.
"From a fucking cold? What the hell is going on Emily?" Alison shouts one last time, irritated. "And don't you dare say nothing or I'm not sleeping at home tonight."
"I don't know!" Emily yells back, silencing Alison with stormy eyes. "I really don't fucking know what's going on okay? I'm just paranoid and it's starting to get to me."
"Paranoid of what?" Alison asks, fighting to keep her voice controlled at a reasonable level and without bitchy tones.
"Losing you," Emily says after a pause and her voice sounds strangled in her throat.
Alison looks at her in serious confusion.
"What brought this about?" she asks, thoroughly concerned that maybe she said or did something to upset Emily. She watches as the brunette fights to speak what's on her mind.
Emily parks silently and turns the engine off, the silence suddenly piercing.
"I don't know how to…I didn't know how to tell you this," Emily struggles to speak as she fidgets with her hands in her lap.
Alison feels her stomach suddenly turn into knots. Her mind jumps to the worst conclusion possible.
"Remember that night you woke up and I wasn't there?"
"When you were at Cece's," Alison remembers with sudden nausea. Again, she'd never been the jealous type- but the thought of Cece's hands on Emily makes her want to seriously hurt the older blonde.
"Yeah," Emily struggles to keep going. "I couldn't tell you, cause you were freaking out then-"
"Did you cheat on me with Cece?" Alison blurts out and Emily whips her head to look at Ali with horror written on her face.
"What?! No! That's not even close to it!" Emily protests and the blonde sighs in relief.
"Then it can't be that bad Emily."
"I think I'm just paranoid."
"About? Come on babe your friends are up there waiting, just tell me."
"I met Darren," Emily finally gives in as she looks at Alison and watches the blonde's eyes widen. "He pulled me over for speeding, but I swear I wasn't speeding. And I didn't know it was him but he asked for my license and registration, so I thought it was routine. But when I saw his badge after, I knew it was him."
"And you're afraid that it was on purpose," Alison finishes for her in a voice barely above a whisper. Emily nods and notices that she's paled, and suddenly become very timid. "That's why you were jumpy- you thought he was following you."
"I just keep feeling like somebody is watching me," Emily admits. "It seemed to strange to be a coincidence. But it might be."
"It probably is just coincidence," Alison says weakly, convincing herself too. "But that's still fucking terrifying. I never want to see him again."
When the brunette doesn't answer, Alison grabs her hand and squeezes it. "Come on, let's go upstairs. Your friends will cheer you up."
The two can't get inside the building fast enough, and up to Emily's apartment. Right before Emily opens the door, Alison tugs on her wrist.
"Wait," she requests gently as she pulls Emily close and leans up kiss her lightly. "I'm sorry I yelled."
"I don't like fighting with you," Emily agrees as she kisses her forehead.
"Let's not make a habit of it," Alison whispers softly as she hugs Emily tightly. The blonde's head is still reeling, trying to figure out if Emily should really be worried. She isn't sure of anything right now, except that she loves Emily. And Emily loves her too.
Yay happy. This is the last chapter of the calm before the storm. Let me know your thoughts as always :) xx