I know what you're thinking, that was the worlds longest hangover. Rest assured it was not, the tea and bacon sandwich helped immensely and I was back on my feet in no time. Now you're thinking, well where the chuff have you been then? Again I can only blame life, work has been kicking my arse, I went to Ireland, and most recently some prick decided to break into my car. Fun times. The main reason I've not updated though is because every time I have sat down to write, nothing has come out. Or it's come out shit. Thank you for your lovely reviews and to the wonderful sweet person who messaged me a couple of days ago to check in. So here's something new for you to read. Hope it doesn't suck, but let me know. All mistakes are my own as I've been awake for 20 hours now. Prizes for spotting them all ;-)
Emily had been awake for about an hour, just relishing the feeling of Alison's naked body entangled with her own. They had been up most of the night making love. At least that's what Emily was doing, she couldn't help the growing feelings she had toward the woman in bed with her. She had never fallen for anyone this hard or fast, but there was no denying it, she was falling hopelessly in love with Alison DiLaurentis. Her girlfriend. She still couldn't believe that Ali had said those words, that she'd willingly taken that step. It was impossible to wipe the smile from her face, it made her too giddy to sleep. So she had just lain there, holding her in her arms and placing occasional soft kisses to the top of her head. Not wanting to wake her, she looked so angelic and peaceful when she slept. All of the stress and worry disappeared from her face, it was almost like they were just a normal couple with no cares about the world outside. While she was lost in her thoughts she felt Alison stir and a sleepy face looked up at her.
"Good morning." Ali smiled up at her, eyes still half closed.
"Good morning." Emily returned before placing a gentle kiss to her lips, promising herself that she would never take being able to do that for granted.
"What time is it?" Ali asked, snuggling back into her arms.
"About half past 9." Emily replied, running a hand through her blonde curls.
"Shit!" Alison quickly untangled herself and jumped out of bed, Emily just laid there, enjoying the view.
"Why shit?" She yawned, almost regretting her lack of sleep.
"We're meeting Hanna at 11!" The blonde was now frantically rushing around the room.
"That's not for an hour and a half, you have plenty of time." Emily flopped back down onto her pillow.
"Do you have any idea how long it takes me to get ready?" Alison looked almost comical, hands on her hips, stern look on her face, still completely naked. Emily was having a hard time taking her power stance seriously.
"Actually I do." Emily rolled her eyes, "It's just Hanna though, grab a quick shower and throw some jeans on."
"It's never 'just' anybody," Alison threw her hands in the air, "Inevitably someone will see me and then I'll be splashed all over the Internet looking like shit."
"Alright, alright." Emily conceded sitting up, "Go start mission 'get ready to leave the house'"
Alison just threw her a look as she headed to the bathroom. Figuring she had half an hour before she needed to get up Emily snuggled back into the warm sheets.
"EMILY FUCKING FIELDS!"
Jumping out of bed she ran to the screaming, wondering what the hell had the blonde so irate already.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she entered the room, sleepily rubbing her eyes.
"What's wrong?! What's Wrong?! Look!" Alison tilted her head to the side and pointed out the large love bite that was at the base of her neck.
"Oh." Emily couldn't stop the giggle leaving her mouth.
"You think this is funny?!" Alison was not laughing.
"I'm going to go with no." Emily tried to keep a serious face, she knew she was in big trouble.
"Why? Why would you do that? Why would you do that there?!" Alison was getting angrier by the second.
"Honestly I don't remember even doing it." She rubbed the back of her neck and looked down sheepishly. "I'm sorry Ali."
"Oh well that's okay then, I'll just tell the photographer at my next shoot that you're sorry. I'll just say, my girlfriend said she was sorry, when someone tweets about it. Oh yeah also I have a girlfriend now, so please have a fun writing about that on your gossip sites. This is totally how I wanted that news to come out. That's right it is my security personnel. Of course I'd love to answer a million questions about that!" Ali flew around the room as she spoke, hands waving about.
Emily grabbed her by the shoulders when she came close enough and held her still.
"Baby I am really sorry, it wasn't intentional I promise. Can't you cover it with makeup before you get to your shoot or go out? I mean that stuff cost enough, surely it can hide that." Emily tried desperately to think of a solution.
"I don't actually have a shoot now for a month," Ali mumbled, Emily's shoulders visibly relaxed, "You didn't know that though!" She continued as if sensing Emily's relief.
"I can only apologise," Emily knew she had a lot of work to do to get herself out of this one, "it's just, well you do something to me. I find it very difficult to control myself around you. As soon as I'm near you, all rational thought just seems to leave me. It won't happen again."
Ali's face softened a little at Emily's words, she pulled out of her hold and walked over to the mirror.
"You're lucky it's scarf weather." Alison sighed.
Emily walked over to where she was admiring her handiwork in the mirror. Standing behind the pouting blonde wrapping her arms around her and kissing her neck.
"I'm so sorry." She said between kisses. "I'll make it up to you."
Alison turned in her arms and stared her right in the eye. "You better."
"How about now?" Emily trailed her hands up and down Alison's sides and kissed her passionately.
"I have to shower now." Alison said as she pulled away.
"Exactly." Emily smirked at her suggestively.
Alison freed herself of her embrace and walked over to the shower, stepping in and turning on the water.
'Well so much for that idea' Emily thought before turning to go back to the bedroom.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Emily grinned and headed to join her.
"I am never late to anything." Alison fumed as they finally arrived at the destination Hanna had messaged them to meet for brunch.
Their antics in the shower had set them back quite a bit of time. Not that Emily was bothered, it was completely worth it as far as she was concerned. It did however mean that they were half an hour late.
"Well I didn't hear you complaining earlier." She just smirked back.
The small café was out of the way, Emily had been there with Hanna a couple of times before. She figured she'd picked it because it was low key.
"I am so sorry." Alison greeted as she walked over to the table.
"It's fine, I hope you don't mind but Spencer and Aria are joining us." Hanna smiled.
"No, not at all." Alison smiled in return and greeted the others before taking a seat.
Emily just stood, not really sure if she should sit or not. Technically this was work, she never sat with Alison when they were out. She always sat at another table, or stood out of the way keeping an eye.
"Are you not joining us Em?" Aria asked with a laugh.
"Errm, I'm not sure." She replied, looking to Alison.
"Oh, I hadn't thought about this." Ali looked a little panicked. "I could just say that I'm meeting Hanna about a dress and you introduced us so you sat with us."
"Well yeah you could, because that's exactly what happened." Hanna looked utterly confused.
"The reason that Aria is here is because I'm thinking of hiring her to work the party," Alison's brow was furrowed in thought, "and Spencer is here because…"
"Not that I'm not enjoying you coming up with a backstory for brunch, but have you ever thought that maybe you're a person?" Spencer chuckled.
"I'm sorry what?" Alison asked, not seeming to follow.
"You're a person, people eat. They sometimes do it with friends." Spencer said with a smile.
"Well yeah, I guess they do." Alison conceded, a look on her face Emily couldn't place.
"Great so Em sit down and let's order, I'm starving." Aria gestured to the empty chair.
"So how rough are you feeling today?" Emily laughed as she sat down.
"Oh you have no idea." Hanna groaned. "These two woke me up far too early, fresh as daisies."
"It's not our fault you don't know your limit." Spencer directed at the clearly hungover girl.
"Yeah well I usually have Em to be hungover with, cuddles and Netflix on the couch all day." Hanna stared at her accusingly.
"Well I'm not sorry you're suffering after your betrayal last night." Emily stared accusingly right back.
"Be nice to me, I'm delicate," Hanna pouted, "Ali please tell your girlfriend to be nice to me."
Emily quickly shot Hanna a look, clearly she hadn't got the 'not in public' memo.
"Oh sorry, I forgot you guys weren't labelling things." Hanna mocked.
"Hanna there are people here!" Emily hissed, not daring to look at Alison right now.
"Oh please, nobody even batted an eye when you walked in. They would never in a million years think she'd be in a dive like this. There isn't a person in this room that gives a shit that you two had hot, sweaty sex last night." Hanna sighed.
Emily's mouth dropped open and she felt herself going bright red, she dared to glance at Ali who had the exact same face.
"Wow, I was kidding." Hanna laughed, "But good for you guys."
"Yeah, really happy for you." Aria interjected with sigh, "But seriously I'm wasting away here."
"Ditto." Spencer agreed, "I think I'm going to get the French toast."
If there was one thing that Emily loved about her friends, it was that they really didn't care that she had sex with Alison DiLaurentis last night. Well except Hanna, but lord knows she meant well. Still not daring to look at her girlfriend she started studying the menu intently.
"What are you getting Ali?" Hanna asked looking down at her own menu.
"I'm not sure." Alison stuttered out, still clearly in shock.
"Oh shit, I've made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry." Hanna looked genuinely apologetic.
"Hanna has a habit of saying all her thoughts out loud," Spencer said, throwing Hanna a pointed look, "it never gets endearing, but you get used to it."
Aria reached over the table and took Alison's hand, "You really don't have anything to worry about with us. We're your friends, if you want us of course, we'd never sell you out."
Alison's head shot up at the word friends. She didn't say anything but she returned Aria's smile.
"I think I'm going to get the French toast as well." She smiled at a sheepish looking Hanna.
Emily felt her heart rate return to normal.
The rest of brunch passed pleasantly. In fact Emily couldn't have asked for it to go any better. The conversation flowed freely, Ali and the girls chatted like they'd known each other for years. Just speaking about their lives and normal subjects. There were moments of hysterical laughter, usually at Hanna's expense. A few of Emily's more embarrassing stories got brought up, but Ali just laughed and looked at her affectionately. It really did just feel like friends having brunch.
"So Ali have you thought anymore about that great American novel you wanted to write?" Spencer asked.
"No, well yes, but I haven't written anything." Ali played with her napkin. "When I said that I didn't mean that I was actually going to write a book."
"Do you have a story?" Aria asked, clearly interested.
"Sort of, I mean it's more of an idea at this point."
Alison still doesn't really make eye contact with the other girls. Emily isn't sure if she should turn the subject matter to something else but before she can speak Aria has jumped in again.
"That's how all stories start." Aria smiled, "What's your idea?"
"I'm not really ready to say yet, it's not that great." Emily watches Ali fidget nervously.
"Well there's only one way to find out, write it." Spencer said.
"I'm not sure that I could if I wanted to." The usually confident in public Alison DiLaurentis had disappeared.
"Well having read some of the pieces you wrote in college I would say you could write anything you wanted to." Spencer smiled, sipping her coffee.
"How did you read stuff I wrote in college?" Alison looked up shocked.
"When you said you wanted to write I was intrigued. Your speech was done off the cuff and it was great, so I managed to pull up some of your stuff from when you were at Brown." Spencer just shrugged, "You have a talent Ali, don't waste it."
"Stalk much Spence?" Hanna laughed.
"Says the woman that knows her bra size." Emily joked, earning a laugh from her girlfriend.
"You really think I could write a book?" Alison asked Spencer, Emily could see that the lawyers opinion clearly meant a lot to her. She was happy that Ali finally had some people around her that weren't trying to cut her down.
"Definitely." Spencer said matter of factly.
"I'd buy it." Hanna piped up.
"Well if you could get Hanna to read something that didn't have perfume samples in then you must have some magical powers." Emily couldn't help but poke fun at her best friend.
"Maybe I'll do it then." Alison stopped her nervous fidgeting and looked up at the group.
"A book with your name on the front would be an instant best seller anyway." Aria said with an enthusiastic nod.
"I wouldn't want that," Ali shook her head, "if I was going to write I'd want people to buy it because it was good. So yeah, I guess I'll never know if I can write or not." She shrugged a little sadly.
"You could use a pen name?" Spencer suggested, "I can help you with that from a legal standpoint. Nobody would know it was you."
"Like what?" Ali asked curiously.
"Name an author." Spencer grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen out.
"Vladimir Nabokov?" Ali answered, looking at Spencer with confusion.
"Who?" Hanna was also confused.
"He wrote Lolita." Spencer answered as she wrote on the napkin.
Hanna didn't look any less confused.
"Vivian Darkbloom." Spencer said after a minute.
"What did she write?" Hanna asked.
"We don't know yet." Spencer smiled passing the napkin over to Alison.
"Vivian Darkbloom?" Emily looked at Ali, questioning the name. It kind of suited her in a weird way.
"I like it." Ali said, looking back at Emily, "Although we're getting ahead of ourselves, I haven't actually written anything yet."
"Yet." Aria grinned, "I'm excited for you! If you want any help with editing or a good publisher let me know, my husband is a writer."
Emily felt immense affection for her friends, they had not only accepted Ali into their group, they really were going above and beyond.
"That's very kind, thank you both." Alison grinned back.
"That's what friends are for." Aria replied.
"Yes, and this friend might not be able to help you with words but she is going to make you look hot." Hanna spoke, "Now let's design you a dress!"
She pulled her sketch pad out and stared at Alison wide eyed.
"I'm not really sure what I want, something classy but different. I want to stand out, but in a good way." Ali tried to explain to Hanna.
This was not Emily's thing at all, sure she appreciated a nice dress. She even liked wearing them, but this part of the process bored her. Spencer evidently felt the same way, so they chatted between themselves as Hanna, Aria and Alison started throwing ideas around.
"So?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow, Alison wasn't the only one that valued the lawyers opinion.
"Yes." Was all Spencer said as she sipped her coffee.
It was all Emily needed, Spencer Hastings approved. That was no easy feat to accomplish, in fact Emily was pretty sure this was the first girlfriend of hers Spencer had actually liked.
After what seemed like forever Hanna had finally sketched out a design that had Ali's approval.
"I love it." The socialite beamed.
"Of course you do, I'm amazing." Hanna replied like it was obvious, putting her things away, "I'll have it made and then we'll do a fitting to get it just right."
"Can we leave now?" Emily asked with a dramatic sigh.
"Well I definitely have to, my flight is going to leave without me if not." Spencer said getting up, "We'll have to do this again soon."
"Definitely," Aria agreed also getting up, "My flight is going to leave without me too, I'll see you all soon I hope."
"Is everyone still heading home for Thanksgiving?" Hanna asked.
"Hell yes," Spencer nodded, "Although I have a lot of work to do over the holiday so we might have to cut down the day drinking."
Hanna just scoffed.
"Well I'll see you in a week then." Aria said excitedly. "I am totally up for the day drinking."
"Hurray!" Hanna clapped.
Emily hugged her friends goodbye and then watched as they both went to hug a not entirely comfortable looking Alison.
"Let me know if you need any help with your book." Aria said to her as she pulled out of the embrace.
"Yeah, thanks again." Ali smiled a little shyly.
"Yeah, give me a call if you need anything." Spencer said handing Alison one of her cards.
"Will do." Ali said, taking it and putting it into her pocket.
Once they had said goodbye to Hanna they began the walk home.
"Your friends are really nice." Ali said after a few moments of silence.
"They are." Emily agreed.
"They really don't care about me do they?"
Emily stopped in her tracks, she had no idea what had given the blonde this impression.
"Ali they really like you." She said with confusion.
"No, I don't mean like that," Ali quickly clarified, "I mean they don't care who I am, the fame thing."
"Oh," Emily felt relief as she started walking again, "no, they really don't give a shit. I mean Hanna is your number one fan, but she still won't treat you any differently than anyone else."
"Yeah I noticed that." Ali replied tight lipped, and Emily knows she's referring to what happened in the café.
"Ali I'm sorry about that, she's just…" Emily really didn't know how to explain.
"It's okay," Ali said reassuringly.
Emily just looked at her with a raised eyebrow, she wasn't buying it.
"Seriously." Ali emphasised the word, "She's just Hanna, she's brazenly honest and I really admire that about her. I don't want her to treat me any differently. Brunch was honestly great, for the first time in my life I felt normal. Like a real person. I mean other than with you."
"You are a real person Ali." Emily gently reminded her.
"I know, but sometimes the world seems to forget that." Ali sighed sadly.
As if to prove her point a couple of photographers arrived and started taking her picture. This drew attention from passers by and they were surrounded in seconds.
"I don't know what made me think that we could walk this." She shook her head.
"I'll get us a cab." Emily said, flagging down the nearest one.
Once they were in the cab and on their way Emily turned to Alison.
"They're your friends too you know, if you want them to be."
Ali was silent for a few minutes, "I think I do."
"Are you going to write the book?" Emily asked as they walked through the door.
"I didn't have any plans to." Ali said, walking through into the living room. "We'll see."
Emily just nodded, not wanting to push her into it. Honestly though she thought it was a great idea. Plus if Spencer believed she could do it enough to raise the subject, then she was sure this book was going to be brilliant.
"What time are you meeting with your mom?" Ali asked, sitting down on the couch and kicking her heels off.
"In about half an hour. I'm going to take her around, show her the sights, then out for dinner."
"That sounds lovely." Alison looked up at her, a genuine smile on her face.
"You sure you won't come to dinner?" Emily tried again.
"I'm sure," Alison wasn't going to be moved on the issue. "I've booked you the best table at La Grenouille, order whatever you want, they'll just charge it to me after."
"You don't have to do that." Emily wasn't comfortable taking Alison's money, especially if she wasn't even there.
"Well if I were you I would accept my kind offer because I know for a fact I don't pay you enough to eat there on your own dime." Alison's tone was light and joking, but Emily couldn't help but feel bad.
"Seriously, we can just go to a normal restaurant." Emily said looking down.
"Em I was kidding." Ali stood up and walked toward her.
"Yeah I know, it's just…I don't want people thinking I'm some kind of gold digger. I'm not in this for you to be my meal ticket Ali. I'm not a freeloader." Emily rubbed the back of her neck.
Ali's lips met hers softly and then pulled away, "I know, which is exactly why I'm willing to do this. If I thought for a second you were doing this for my money, well you wouldn't be here."
"Okay," Emily nodded, "Just as long as you know that."
"I've never doubted it once, " Ali answered with honesty, "now please let me do this one nice thing for you and your mother."
"Alright," Emily agreed, "I'd feel better about it if you came though."
"Not happening." Ali gave her a stern look, "you are stubborn you know."
Emily couldn't help but laugh, "Hey you should be careful throwing those stones around this glass house."
"Oh shut up," Ali stuck her tongue out. "Go on, you don't want to be late."
Emily stuck her tongue out in response, before giving her a goodbye kiss and heading out of the door.
She'd had a lovely afternoon with her mom. She'd met her straight off the train and they had embraced warmly. Seeing Alison's relationship with her parents made her appreciate hers all the more. They walked around the city, did the usual touristy stuff and never ran out of things to talk about. She really was lucky to have Pam Fields as her mother.
"Wow this looks fancy Emily." Pam looked at the entrance to the restaurant with wide eyes.
"Yes, it really does." Emily wasn't massively comfortable with the whole fine dining thing. She'd gotten a lot more used to it over the last few months, having spent enough time inside places like this as Alison ate with people she didn't even like.
"Am I dressed okay?" Pam asked, turning to Emily and giving a little twirl.
"You look great mom," Emily smiled.
"Don't take this the wrong way Emily, but how exactly can you afford this?" Pam queried.
"I can't." Emily said matter of factly, "But my boss just happens to be super rich and super generous."
"Well thank you Miss DiLaurentis" Pam nodded in approval as they entered.
Emily was about to give their names to the maitre d when another waiter appeared out of nowhere.
"Right this way." He said in a heavy French accent.
Emily and her mother just exchanged a look and followed without question. He led them through the restaurant and through another set of doors in the back which led to a small private dining area. Emily's eyes widened with shock, then she was grinning from ear to ear.
"Thank you Michel." Alison nodded politely at the waiter, who took that as his cue to leave.
She stood up from her seat at the table and extended a hand to Pam.
"Mrs Fields, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Alison." She said, shaking her hand.
"It's lovely to meet you too Alison, please, call me Pam."
"Please take a seat, they have a fantastic menu here, I hope you brought your appetite." Ali continued like this was all the most normal thing in the world.
"Thank you so much for treating us to this meal, Emily didn't say you'd be joining us, but I have to say I'm thrilled to meet you." Pam smiled warmly at Alison.
Emily just continued to stand, watching the interaction with shock. She was pretty sure that the hundred times she must have asked Ali to come tonight, the answer had always been a resounding no.
"Are you not joining us Emmy?" Pam said turning round to see what her daughter was doing.
Alison took the opportunity to mouth 'Emmy?' While Pam's back was turned, an amused look on her face.
"Yeah of course." Emily moved to sit down, waiting until her mother wasn't looking at her anymore to throw Ali a look that said, 'I dare you to try and call me that'.
"I'm sorry where's the bathroom?" Pam asked Alison, moving to get up again, I'd like to wash my hands.
Alison picked up a bell that Emily hadn't realised was on the table and rang it. Within seconds Michel was back in the room.
"Show Mrs Fields to the bathroom please." Alison told the waiter.
"Fancy." Pam said pulling an impressed face before following Michel.
As soon as they'd left Emily didn't waste any time, "Not that I'm complaining but what are you doing here?"
"When you want me to do something but you don't really care you ask once. When you want me to do something and it's moderately important to you, you ask twice. You asked me about ten times to come tonight."
"So what changed between this morning and now?" Emily asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"I spoke to Hanna."
"Any particular reason?"
"I got bored, and she's good company." Alison shrugged.
"So you thought, I'll just call Hanna?" Emily asked amused.
"No, I text her."
"Ah right."
"Then she came round."
"What?" Emily was glad she hadn't taken a drink because she's pretty sure she would have done a spit take.
"Do you not want me to be friends with her?" Alison asked, sounding a little hurt.
"Of course I want you to be friends," Emily quickly set her straight, "I was just a little shocked you invited her round that's all."
"I didn't." Alison said with a laugh, "she just turned up about three messages in. Sat herself on my couch hungover and made me watch Netflix with her."
"I am so sorry Ali." Emily put her head in her hands.
"Don't be, it was actually fun." Alison assured, "Anyway we got to talking and, well I'm here aren't I?"
"God bless Hanna Marin." Emily chuckled.
"How do I make your mom like me?" Alison asked, suddenly very serious.
"What?"
"I want your mom to like me, how do I do it?"
"Well you're doing a swell job so far. Just be yourself." Emily reassured her.
"That's your advice? Be yourself? Where's the inside knowledge?" Ali threw her hands up.
"That is the inside knowledge." Emily answered calmly, "My mom can smell bullshit from a mile away, so just be yourself and she'll either like you or she won't."
"Oh fantastic." Ali rolled her eyes.
"You want my mothers approval." Emily stated with a smug grin.
"Of course I want your mothers approval, you're my girlfriend. Not that she knows that, but if it ever does come to light I want her to actually like me. I assumed that's why you wanted me to meet her?"
"Well you're both important to me, I just wanted you to meet. It doesn't make a difference to me whether she approves of you or not." Emily shrugged.
"Well it makes a difference to me." Alison hissed.
"Am I ever going to get your parents approval?" Emily asked with raised eyebrows.
"Of course not." Alison scoffed, "You could cure cancer and they wouldn't approve of you. That's different though."
"How so?"
"Well unlike my parents, your mother wasn't forged out of the fires of hell by Lucifer himself."
"You've got me there." Emily nodded thoughtfully.
Just then Pam reappeared through the doors.
"Emmy you have to go to the bathroom, I can't even, just wow." Pam gushed as she sat down. "Is everything alright?" She asked looking between the two of them.
"Everything is great." Emily answered with a smile.
The meal was lovely. Alison and Pam got on better than Emily could have hoped for, they shared similar interests in books and spoke at great length about novels that Emily had never even heard of. Pam asked questions about Alison's life and upbringing, not to be nosey, but out of general interest and Emily was happy to see that Ali never got defensive. She shared funny stories about Emily as a child, Alison relishing every detail and clearly enjoying watching Emily squirm with embarrassment. Ali didn't seem guarded with her mother, she had clearly taken onboard Emily's advice about her bullshit reader.
"So what are your plans for thanksgiving Alison?" Pam asked as they ate their dessert.
"Nothing special." Alison answered noncommittally.
"Are not spending it with your family?" Pam looked shocked.
"My parents usually go to Hawaii for the weekend, it's the only time my dad really takes off." Ali forces a smile.
Emily felt terrible, she hadn't even thought about what Ali would be doing for thanksgiving. She had just assumed that there would be a family thing for her to attend.
"Well you are more than welcome to come to Rosewood. There will be a place for you at our table if you want it." Pam smiled warmly.
Emily looked at her mother a little shocked, but she felt her heart swell with pride. Her mother really was the nicest person. She also liked the idea of taking Alison to Rosewood and showing her where she grew up. She knew it would be a hard sell though, maybe she'd have to get Hanna to convince her she thought with an internal laugh.
"That's very kind of you, but really I'll be fine, thank you." Alison replied.
They finished their meal and Alison sorted out the bill, refusing Pam's offer to pay for hers and Emily's. Something Emily was glad of because she was pretty certain that if Pam saw the cost of the evening she'd probably pass out right there.
"Carter will take you to your hotel." Alison said as they left the restaurant.
"Oh I'm not staying in the city tonight, I have to get back." Pam answered.
As much as Emily would have loved for her mother to stay a few days, she had to get back to work so it was a flying visit. A long train ride in the morning and evening.
"How are you getting home?" Alison asked.
"I'm booked on a train."
"That'll take you hours!" Alison sounded appalled.
"Worth it to see my Emmy." Pam squeezed her daughter affectionately.
"Get in the car." Alison ordered firmly.
"Excuse me?"
"Trust me, it's best not to argue." Emily said to her mother and greeted Carter as they entered the vehicle.
Alison was on the phone when she got in.
"To Rosewood, Pennsylvania. Yes. We're on route now, have it ready." Alison hung up the phone, "The hanger please Carter."
Carter nodded and pulled away from the curb.
"Errm Ali, you want to fill us in here?" Emily questioned her girlfriend.
"Your mother is not spending hours on a train at this time of night."
"You said hanger?" Emily asked.
"Yes, the pilot is ready and waiting. You'll be back in Rosewood in an hour Pam." Alison's tone left no room for argument.
Pam didn't even try to argue as Alison put her on the plane. She just thanked her profusely and gave them both hugs before she boarded.
"There will be a car waiting for you at the other side to take you home." Alison said pulling away from the embrace.
"How the other half live." Pam joked as she waved goodbye.
"You chartered a private jet for my mother." Emily stated, a little shell shocked.
"So?" Alison replied as they walked back to the car.
"You really wanted that approval eh?" She laughed.
"You have no idea." Alison laughed with her as they got back into the car.
Alison had woken Emily up by peppering kisses all over her face. It had soon escalated and they were now in the middle of some fantastic morning sex. Emily could definitely get used to this. Her fingers were buried deep inside her girlfriend as she kissed her passionately.
"Faster." Ali moaned into her mouth.
Emily obliged with pleasure.
"Oh God..Em…oh God…yes."
If there was one thing Emily loved about sex with Alison, it was how vocal she was. It was a definite ego booster.
"Let go baby." Emily breathed into her ear as Alison came apart around her fingers.
"You are really good at that." Alison panted as she came down from her high.
"You're not too bad yourself." Emily replied, wrapping herself around her girlfriend.
"I need a drink." Ali moved to get out of bed.
"Don't leave me." Emily pouted.
"I'll be two minutes." Ali said getting up and putting her robe on, "Get some rest before I come back." She winked.
Emily groaned, that girl would be the death of her, but what a way to go she thought with a smile.
Alison hummed to herself as she got a bottle of water out of the fridge. She didn't have any engagements for the day and she had no other plans than to spend the day in bed with Emily. She was broken out of her thoughts by the door shutting.
"Oh good, you finally made it out of bed." Martha said as she entered the kitchen.
"Martha, hey, good morning." Alison stuttered, praying that Emily didn't wonder where she was and come down.
"Only just still morning." Martha chastised with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" Alison questioned.
"Well I was planning on cleaning, but when I first arrived this morning it didn't seem like a good time, so I've come back."
"You've already been here?" Alison gulped.
"Yes. Now is Emily going to get out of bed today or am I just doing the downstairs?" Martha asked with a glint in her eye.
"What do you mean?" Alison tried to play dumb.
"Emily? Your girlfriend? Tall? Brunette? You were kissing her in the hall the other day?" Martha replied in a playful tone.
"Martha I don't know what you're talking about." Alison was getting flustered now.
"Well then I can only presume you've suffered a stroke this morning then."
Alison just stood, trying to think of something to say, anything.
"Look Alison, I'm old, but I'm not senile yet. Either that woman upstairs is your girlfriend or you've suddenly got deeply religious and you were praying very loudly with her this morning."
"Oh my God." Alison went bright red and put her head in her hands.
"Yes, it was something like that." Martha laughed.
"Martha I…" Alison was lost for words.
"It's nice to finally see you happy dear, she seems like a good egg." She walked over and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Please don't…" Again Ali couldn't finish a sentence, she felt like crying.
"Oh don't worry about me, I'm not going to say anything." She said hugging Alison, "I'm just so glad you've found someone to take care of you. Someone who loves you like you deserve to be loved."
"She doesn't…I mean we've only…"
"Whatever you say dear." Martha said as she started getting her cleaning stuff out, "I'm sure it was your winning smile that caused her to decorate an entire room single handedly on her day off. Right, I'll start with that room I think. Oh and Alison, you might want to cover that." She pointed to her neck and then she wondered off to the living room.
This was fast becoming the worst kept secret she'd ever had.
Emily was still snuggled up under the sheets when she got back upstairs.
"Hey, what took you so long?" She whined.
"Martha is here."
"Shit." Emily exclaimed jumping out of bed and grabbing clothes as she went.
"Relax, she knows." Alison said running her hands through her hair.
"Relax?" Emily stopped with one leg in her jeans.
"She won't say anything, she was actually really cool about it. Embarrassing, but cool." She sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Oh," Emily removed her leg from the jeans, "Well that's good right?"
"Yeah." Alison said without any expression.
"So do you want to tell your face that?" Emily joked.
"Sorry, it's just…this is starting to become a very badly kept secret." She put her head back in her hands.
"Six people know Ali. Six. In the grand scheme of the world that's nobody."
"I guess."
"Every single one of them can be trusted."
"Paige can be trusted?" Alison scoffed.
"She's a lot of things Ali, but she's not a bad person. She would never out somebody, that's not who she is."
"Okay." Alison sighed and then smiled, "You're right. It's all fine."
"It is." Emily said walking over to her and crouching in front of her.
"What?" Alison asked.
"What do you mean what?"
"You have that look on your face when you want to ask me something."
"Ah, you're getting good at this." Emily smirked.
"So? What is it?" Alison pressed.
"Come to Rosewood for thanksgiving." Emily said.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because."
"That isn't a reason." Emily frowned.
"I don't want to be a burden."
"You're not a burden, you're my girlfriend. I want to show you where I grew up. It's a small place, there'll be no paps, no press. Just friends and family."
"I'll be fine here." Alison protested.
"I don't doubt it, but I want you to come."
"No." Alison dug her heels in.
"Fine." Emily said standing up.
"Fine?" Alison questioned, that had been far too easy.
"Yes, fine. If you won't come to Rosewood then I'll stay here with you."
Alison knew it had been too simple.
"You can't do that." Alison snapped.
"Yeah? Watch me." Emily crossed her arms and stared her down.
They stayed like that for a while, just staring each other out.
"Fine." Alison sighed.
"Fine?" Emily cocked her head, "Right, I'll ring my mom and tell her I won't be able to make it."
"No, I mean fine I'll come." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Well that was easier than I thought it would be. I thought I was going to have to ask ten times and then get Hanna involved."
Alison just stuck her tongue out, before Emily rushed toward her and tackled her onto the bed. She couldn't even pretend to be mad as the brunette kissed her all over. She let out a giggle.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Emily said between kisses.
"You owe me."
"Oh I think I can think of something." Emily whispered seductively and started to move her hands.
"Martha is still downstairs." Alison reminded her.
"Ah yeah, shit." Emily jumped up, "Right I'm off to shower." She kissed Ali and practically skipped out of the room.
Alison laughed as she watched her go. She started to think about what Martha had said, did Emily love her? She had seen a look in her eyes weeks ago that had scared her enough to think she might. She shook the thought out of her head, she wasn't ready to think about that yet. Then another question popped into her head, did she love Emily? She shook her head again, definitely not ready to think about that. She forced herself up and went to get ready.
Well there we are. Thoughts? opinions? Fun stories about your pets? I accept it all. Have a great day! I'm at work in four and a half hours and I still need to sleep so I will also accept your sympathy :-p