Prompt: A very jealous Alison and a very oblivious Emily
Emily was a sweetheart. She was Prince Charming; but a hot, female, brunette version. Alison knew this because she is her girlfriend of seven years. But even though they have been a couple for almost a decade, Alison can't help but feel jealous. But she hates to admit it so she uses the excuse of her being 'protective' or 'territorial.' She knew that Emily, being the star swimmer of the swim team would earn her a lot of attention. By both guys and girls.
The swimmer however seemed to be too nice to even notice the over flattering comments the girls make towards her. All Alison could do is give death glares which could kill, but also wonder if Emily even caught on with the girls hitting on her. As Emily finishes yet another victory for the school, the girls are seated at their table celebrating when a couple of girls come over to 'compliment' Emily for her great skills in the pool.
"Hey, Em." A redhead says as she approaches the girls' table. "You were really great out there."
"Thanks, Regina." Emily smiles before she sips on her chocolate milk.
"Wow, you're just so skilled." A blonde practically purrs into Emily's ear as she sits down next to her. Alison's eyes narrow at the girl and her hand immediately meet Emily's holding on tightly.
"Yeah, ten years worth of swimming really pays off." Emily brushes off. Alison may think Emily is just really stupid, really innocent or really patient. Something Alison is not.
"Why don't you teach me some day? I have a pool at home, and a nice bikini." The blonde continues and she winks at Emily. Alison scoffs and rolls her eyes before she speaks up. As if Emily could not tell this chick was flirting with her.
"Sorry, knock off Barbie. She's with me." Alison growls.
"And who are you?" The blonde challenges. Well, she's definitely stupid. Because this was Alison freaking DiLaurentis she was talking to.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Alison snaps, her eyes cold as ice as she stands up showing her superiority. The blonde stands up, looking at Alison eye to eye.
"The name's Chelsea."
"Well, Chelsea. Why don't you shove your thirsty ass back up your mother's-"
"Alison!" Emily says as she also stands up. "Why are you acting like this?" She asks innocently.
Alison's jaw drops slightly. "Why am I acting like this?" Alison repeats to the swimmer like she was an alien. Alison rolls her eyes before she grabs Emily's hand and drags her to the girl's bathroom.
"She was all over you Emily! How could you not see that?!" Alison says as she runs her hand through her hair in frustration.
"She was?" Emily asks dumbfounded. Alison doesn't reply, instead she grabs hold of Emily's shirt by the collar and attaches her lips to her neck, earning a moan from the brunette.
Emily can feel Alison smirk against her neck, as she bites onto her pulse spot, before sucking on it and kissing it gently. Alison pulls away to admire her artwork. On Emily's neck, was a purple hickey. Alison whispers into Emily's ear seductively, "You're mine."