A/N: Overall story rating's changed because of this prompt and another I'll post tomorrow.
Title: I Wanna
Rating: M
Prompt: Could you write an awkward Emison walk-in on masturbation scene?
She tells herself that she's not being overbearing and stalkerish as she grabs the spare key from underneath the plant pot outside the front door. She tells herself that she's just concerned and it's okay.
But really she's terrified, because Alison had suddenly stopped replying to her texts about an hour ago, and the couple of times she'd tried to ring her the phone had gone straight to voicemail, and she knows that the blonde's home alone because her Dad doesn't finish work until late, and she's just… really, really scared that something's happened to her.
And she does knock before she lets herself in to the blonde's house, but when she gets no answer she slides the key into the lock and heaves the door open and pads quietly inside. It's silent within, and she does a quick once-over of downstairs before she heads up to Alison's room – she's about to call out to let the blonde know that she's there when she hears a noise come from upstairs and freezes, listening intently.
It doesn't come again, but it's enough for Emily to make her way up cautiously, trying not to be as quiet as possible. And maybe she's just being really paranoid, but she'd rather scare the shit out of Alison if she's okay than risk someone knowing that she's coming if she isn't.
The blonde's bedroom door is half-shut, and as Emily approaches she hears the noise again, and… oh fuck she swears, now that she's closer and can hear better, that it's a moan and oh, god, what if she's in there with someone?
What if that kiss the other night had meant nothing to her and she really has been playing Emily this whole time?
It's unthinkable, and yet she can't quite force herself to turn around – she's frozen on the DiLaurentis' landing, listening to the sound of Alison doing… god knows what with god knows who, and she shouldn't be there, she should leave, right now, but… she can't quite force herself to move.
"God, yes." Emily's mouth goes dry because if that isn't the hottest thing she's ever heard, but she feels… wrong, dirty, to stand out here and listen to this, and she shakes her head to clear it and turns to sneak her way back down the stairs and out of the house, content to pretend that this never happened (though she suspects the sound of Alison's moans will haunt her dreams for many nights to come).
"Emily." The sound of her name has her whirling back around, staring dumbstruck at Alison's bedroom door, half-terrified that the blonde had discovered that she was there, but everything is as it was before, and Jesus Christ, was Alison in there thinking about her?
Fuck, fuck, FUCK, she thinks as her heart pounds in her chest because she can't turn around and leave after that, she can't, but she also can't just waltz into Alison's room but god, she wants to. She wants to see her, wants to know that this isn't just a really, really good dream, and her feet are moving before she can even think, and yeah, she's definitely going to hell for this.
But she thinks it might almost be worth it when she reaches the blonde's door and can see into the room, because Alison is lying on her bed with the sheets twisted around her, her eyes squeezed closed and her cheeks flushed and her hair tousled, and her legs are spread on the bed, one hand moving beneath the sheets and god, Emily shouldn't be watching this but she can't look away.
"Emily," Alison breathes again, and her hand works between her thighs more frantically and she's biting down on her bottom lip hard and Emily has never seen a more erotic sight in her life and there's suddenly an uncomfortable ache between her thighs and she's pretty sure that she could come from just watching this.
And then Alison's eyes flicker open and Emily freezes, because she knows she's visible from where she's stood in the doorway, and Alison's eyes widen as she sees her standing there, and Emily's mouth opens to explain away what she's doing there but she can't seem to form words because she's frozen in place under Alison's dark, dark gaze.
She doesn't know what she expects – something along the lines of Alison screaming at her to get out, and for it to set whatever fragile progress they've made since Alison returned to Rosewood back a hundred years – but it's definitely not for Alison's hand to start moving again, her lips parting in a soft moan and her eyes are still, still locked with Emily's and oh, god, she's not going to make it through the night.
"Come here." Alison's voice is husky, and it's the hottest thing that she's ever heard – she moves without thinking, crossing the room and still not quite believing her luck, sure that she's going to wake up at any moment and find out that this was all just a really, really vivid dream.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Emily can barely breathe, because Alison's looking at her like that, and her chest is heaving and she's not wearing a bra and she's so fucking beautiful, and god, this close she can hear the sound of Alison's fingers sliding through her own wetness and Emily thinks that she could probably come on the spot. "Do you?"
"N-no." She manages to force the word out even though her mouth is dry and her throat is tight, and she can barely even hear Alison over the pounding of her heart in her ears, and she can barely even believe that this is happening because the idea that Alison wants her is just… everything that she'd never thought could be possible.
"Let me show you." Emily nearly passes out when Alison reaches for her with her free hand, dragging Emily down beside her, and the brunette can't help but kiss her, cupping the side of her face with one hand, thumb stroking across her cheek. "Touch me," Alison demands in a breathless whisper when their lips part, and her eyes are dark with lust and Emily is drunk on desire but she doesn't want their first time to be like this, she wants it to mean something, to both of them, she's always wanted that.
"I-I don't…" She finds it hard to concentrate with Alison's eyes on her, and the blonde's left hand it between her legs and Emily wants nothing more than to rip it away and replace it with hers, and god, with her mouth, but she can't.
"Not there then," Alison breathes, seeming to understand the reluctance that Emily can't even begin to put into words. "Just…. Please, just touch me." Emily settles for pressing their lips together once more, her tongue dipping into Alison's mouth as she leans up on left elbow so that she can lean half on-top of the blonde, and she lets her right hand dance across Alison's skin, revelling in the moan that it tears from Alison's throat and Emily feels her hand working more frantically between her thighs as the brunette's hand trails under the hem of the blonde's shirt.
Alison's moans increase in regularity as Emily's fingers find a straining nipple and circle lightly, and the blonde's free hand finds the small of the brunette's back, nails digging into her skin hard and Emily can tell she's getting close and breaks their kiss, leaning back because she wants to see this, she wants to see Alison DiLaurentis come undone and she wants the memory branded on her mind for the rest of eternity.
"Look at me," she murmurs, her nails dragging across the taut skin of Alison's stomach and daringly down to trace over her hip, and Alison's eyes flutter open, her bottom lip once again ensnared between her teeth in a bid to keep herself quiet. "I want to hear you."
"God," Alison hisses, and Emily can feel her hips bucking against her hand, and she digs her nails into her skin, wants to leave a mark on her so that she can remember this, can remember Emily's eyes on her. "Em-Emily."
The brunette's eyes nearly flutter closed at the sound of her name falling from Alison's lips when she sounds so needy, and she's never been so turned on in her life, the ache between her legs is unbearable and her underwear is soaked but she can't bring herself to slide her hand beneath her jeans because she doesn't want to miss a minute of seeing Alison like this.
Alison, whose back arches of the bed when she comes; Alison, who throws her head back against the bed as her eyes slam shut; Alison, who cries out Emily's name, her hand dropping from the brunette's back and twisting into a fist in the bed sheets, and she's the most beautiful thing that Emily's ever seen in her life.
