Hey guys! This is the last chapter, I hope you enjoy it! I was thinking of adding more scenes, but they all seemed boring and all the fluff and smut is here already, so... lol
Oh my God, I opened a Pandora Box when I said Emily was a bottom, lol. A guest even commented that Emily was offended when one of the girls suggested she was a bottom, though I don't remember that scene, lol. If someone does, please tell me where can I find it. I do remember there was a scene Hanna said that even Emily has had a boyfriend and Emily got mad, but I don't remember anything to do with Emily being a bottom.
Sorry, guys, that's how I see it. Besides, she only topped once in the show (with Maya)... Well, she was on top, not necessarily topping, if you know what I mean. She was a bottom with Alison as well. Though I have to add: Emily is a bottom, but Alison is the little spoon. Did I mess with your heads yet? LOL
Anyway, let me quote Santanasdaughter here: "I don't care who's top and who's bottom. The important thing is to care for your loved ones."
Also, sneak peek of new fic at the end of this chapter. Enough talking, enjoy!
"Emily, fuck!"
Alison was sitting on the kitchen counter with her dress lifted and Emily's head between her legs. The brunette's mouth was doing insane things to her clit and Alison didn't think she could get closer to Heaven than this.
"I'm gonna come!" She warned when Emily nibbled her clit, "Fuck!"
Alison did come, not giving a fuck if she was screaming too loud or if they would have to clean the counter late. To be honest, their sexual drive as a couple has surprised Alison. When she was married to a man, she didn't consider sex to be a great thing. Sure, sometimes it felt good, but it never lasted. With Emily, things were different. Alison never seemed to get enough and to have enough of Emily. Her orgasms were mind-blowing and everything Alison wanted to do was have sex with her girlfriend on every surface available in the house. She had been a bit hesitant about the kitchen, but Emily had promised her she would clean any place they defiled. So that's how she ended up on that counter – not that she was complaining.
Emily was kissing her when Alison finally recovered a thinking mind. And all she could think about now was fucking Emily against the fridge. So, she jumped off the counter (fuck her legs for wobbling) and pushed Emily back until she was pressed against said fridge. Alison didn't waste time: she unzippered Emily's jeans and shoved her hand inside Emily's panties.
It still took her breath away how Emily was always so wet for her.
"Ali!" Emily whined against her lips when she thrust her fingers inside the brunette.
"You're so fucking tight, Emily!"
The coach, on the other hand, was always pleasantly surprised with how much Ali swore and dirty talked during sex. Emily guesses that it's because Alison describes what she sees and feels to ensure Emily that she was sexually attracted to her. Not that Emily needed it anymore, but it was a huge turn on to her.
"Oh shit!" Emily moaned as Alison began to fuck her. After some "lessons", Alison was finally understanding how to make Emily come using only her fingers. Her thumb was already on Emily's clit, giving the pressure her girlfriend adored. Eventually, Ali managed to move her thumb while fucking Emily with her fingers. The response: a few scratches on her butt, but Ali wasn't complaining.
Now, Alison was trying different angles so she could find Emily's sweet spot. Yes, she had heard about it and, yes, it felt like a self-destruct button when Emily rubbed it. Needless to say, Ali knew its power.
"Ali!" Emily managed under the blonde's consistent flicks on her clit, "I need more!"
Alison sped up her thrusts a little bit as she nibbled down Emily's throat. She curled her fingers once.
Nothing.
Twice.
Nothing.
On her third time, she felt a different texture under her fingertips and she knew.
Jackpot.
"Fuck!" Emily placed one hand on top of Ali's, telling her not change the angle anymore, "Right there!"
"Yes, baby!" Feeling proud, Alison then focused on curling her fingers against Emily's sweet spot.
"Ali!" Emily cried and tightened around Ali's fingers. She came hard as Alison pressed her against the fridge to keep her standing. As soon as she could breathe again, Emily pulled Alison by the neck and kissed her girlfriend.
"You were perfect," Emily nudged Ali's nose with her own.
"I don't know," Ali shook her head and Emily was about to boast her girlfriend's performance again when she saw a smirk on the blonde's face, "I think I could use a little more practice."
"Hm!" Emily hummed when Ali's fingers curled inside her again, slower this time, "I think I could use that too."
Somehow, they made it to the bedroom on their second (or third?) round, though neither of them could remember how. Once they had calmed their desire for one another, they just lied around on the bed, Ali's head resting on Emily's chest. Emily was holding her close and kissed her forehead from time to time. It helped Ali remember that, though they were crazy for each other, love always came first in their relationship. Also, fucking hard and then cuddling were two amazing activities to do with Emily Fields.
"Ali," Emily started, pressing another kiss to her hair, "If something happens at the trial-"
"Nothing will happen at the trial, Emily," Maybe there was a reason why they were fucking like rabbits. The trial was due next week and Alison was getting more and more anxious as the date got closer. What if Spencer and Mona can't win her case? What if Elliott and her family managed to tear her apart from Emily? Of course, Emily shared the same fears but they didn't need to talk about it. They just knew.
"But if something happens," Emily insisted, "I want you to know that I love you, Ali. You are the best thing that happened to me and you've saved me in ways you can't even imagine."
Alison snuggled close to her and pressed a chaste kiss to Emily's left breast, "I love you too, Emily. I will never be able to pay back the things you've done to me. You've shown me a whole new word, Emily, and it has set me free."
Emily took Ali's hand and twined their fingers, "Together."
Alison kissed her, "Together."
Seeing her family at the trial was totally expected, but harder than Alison would have guessed. Her parents were both impeccable as always; yet, there was an anger about them that Alison couldn't quite place. What really shook her was seeing Elliott again. Her first instinct was to rush out of the doors and never set foot in Pennsylvania again. But Emily squeezed her hand and Ali knew she had to be strong for the both of them. She needed to put Elliott behind bars and finally, live at ease with her girlfriend.
However, that didn't mean Elliott wouldn't try to suck her back in.
"Alison," His voice made her crawl with disgust, but she barely showed it. She wouldn't allow him to see it, "You don't have to do this. Just come back. A wife's place is beside her husband and I would never hold all of this against you."
"I am not your wife," Alison seethes, "Not anymore, Elliott. And I won't stop until I see you behind bars."
"Ali," Spencer took her by the hand. They've had a solid case against him and Spencer wouldn't let Elliott mess with Ali's head before the trial, "Let's take a seat."
Alison glares at her ex-husband one last time before following Spencer to one of the benches.
"Your honor," The woman representing the jury stood up, "The jury has reached a verdict. We, the jury, find the defendant, Elliott Archer Rollins, guilty of the charge of false imprisonment."
Alison squeezes Emily's hand and looks at her. The trial has been exhausting for everyone – Alison because she was the victim and Emily and her friends because they were witnesses or Ali's lawyers, in Mona and Spencer's case. It also didn't help that Rollins' defense attorney was pushing the idea that it was actually Emily and her friends who kidnapped Alison, who fell victim to Stockholm Syndrome. That was very frustrating for Alison to deal with because she had spent so much time wondering if her feelings were real, so much time making sure she was not falling for the image of Emily solely. No one could rip her relationship apart and say it was a thing from her head. No one.
Mona and Spencer did her job superbly. With four eye witnesses, it was really hard for Rollins to deny false imprisonment. Spencer even found him on record with Jenna as he told her Alison was not going back to teaching. That tape gave the jury a negative view of him and the defense witnesses couldn't give an explanation as to why Alison would willingly stay at home with no contact with people except her husband.
"We, the jury, find the defendant, Elliott Archer Rollins, guilty of the charge of assault."
Emily let Ali guide their hands to her lap and twine them in a complicated hand hold. Marco's statement and medical reports helped them win this one.
"We, the jury, find the defendant, Elliott Archer Rollins, guilty of rape."
Alison almost crushed Emily's hand in her lap. From what Spencer told her, rape was the accusation they were most likely to drop because it was harder to prove and some people still thought that there could be no rape in a marriage. Still, Ali's statement must've reached them somehow, probably when she shared how Elliott used to control her sexual life and how long it took for Alison to embrace her own body as a sexual being.
"The defendant will be sentenced to life imprisonment."
Alison could barely register the moment she and Emily stood up as Elliott was handcuffed by the officers. He looked at her one last time and she stared back. This time, her gaze didn't waver and she watched as the cops led him out of the room. She was finally free of Elliott Rollins.
Her mother suddenly appeared in front of them, thoroughly embarrassed.
"You are going to regret this, Alison."
"Are you going to pretend you had no children now, Mom?" Alison shot back.
"Shut up!" Her father yelled, "Do you know how much money we're going to lose over this?! The Rollins family will never do business with us again!"
Suddenly, the wheels clicked in Ali's mind: how her father would always invite Elliott for dinner and force her to interact with him; how her mother would always gush about how handsome, rich, and amazing Elliott was; how they didn't care that Elliott was a man hitting on an underage girl; how her parents would always side with Elliott when they used to fight. Alison had been used as a trade coin. Her parents sold her to Elliott as his wife in exchange for a few business between their companies, perhaps a few horses traded. That was what she was worth to them.
"I guess that it's not my problem now, is it?!" She quirked an eyebrow and dragged Emily to the middle of the room. Then, she hastily grabbed Emily's face and kissed her hard for everyone to see.
Her family was disgusted. Mr. Smith was praying. Her friends were taking photos. The Judge demanded respect. But Alison could only care about the lips that sealed her mouth perfectly. Love has won.
Also, I'm thinking of writing some Clexa right now. If you guys like Clexa, please, give it a read :) I may join AO3 as well.
NOW, A SNEAK PEEK OF ALI'S GUIDE TO THE ART OF LOVE:
"Your fianceé is the jealous type, isn't she?" Emily swears that Ali's lips brush against the shell of her ear as she speaks. Then, the swimmer dares to look up and finds Paige glaring at them, especially at the hand Ali keeps on her hipbone.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Emily presses a hand to Ali's chest and pushes her away as discreetly as possible. She didn't want to make a scene.
Still, Ali lingered dangerously close, "Oh, I think you do," she whispered, "She was jealous of Ben Coogan during the photoshoot and she looks like she wants to rip my throat right now."
"Alison!" Emily quietly reprimanded.
"Funny, she just left with Shana fifteen minutes ago," Alison remarkably noted, "Now she feels entitled to be mad at me just for entertaining you for a few seconds," At this, Alison playfully winks and leaves Emily to her own company.