A/N: I wrote almost all of this a month ago, I'd work on it when I was stressed out, probably the reason my other chapters were late. Sorry! I recommend setting aside some time, though, because this took me for-god-damn-ever to edit, so I'm guessing it's going to take a while to read. Also, let's not forget that Captain Sara Shepard said Ali wanted to be inside Emily last week. INSIDE her. Cheers!
The last several days had been a whirlwind for Emily. The news that she'd been arrested had quickly traversed Rosewood, as well as the fact that there was something secret going on with the DiLaurentis family. Somehow, though, it didn't seem like anyone had discovered that Courtney had a twin. And Courtney came to school as 'Ali' on Monday, though she pointedly ignored everyone and their not so subtle line of questioning regarding her family.
But Emily didn't really care about that. She was happy to have been released not long after she'd been arrested, before she'd even had time to meet with a lawyer. She still didn't know quite what had happened, she'd just heard Mrs. DiLaurentis had pulled some strings with the board at Radley. It gave her hope that Ali and Courtney had somehow come to some sort of armistice, and that Ali would now be home.
But Emily hadn't been able to see her yet. Despite her short stint at the police station, Emily's mom was beyond pissed at her. Emily had a feeling she wanted to ground Emily for life, but fortunately for her, she couldn't with Emily leaving for Stanford in the next few months. Their relationship was still strained, though. She'd demanded an explanation for what had happened, but Emily didn't really know what to say without potentially outing herself. She didn't think her mom would react that badly to it, but Emily wasn't sure if she wanted her mom to associate Emily's coming out with getting recently arrested, too. So, she just told her that she'd met real Ali and was trying to help her. Which seemed to satisfy her mother for the moment. But she still didn't want her leaving the house.
And Emily was desperate to leave the house and see Ali. All Emily wanted to do was make sure she was okay, ask how she'd convinced Courtney to let her come home. She'd tried calling, but the DiLaurentis' weren't answering their home line, and she was too afraid and angry still to message Courtney. So, finally, reaching her breaking point after several days of silence, Emily had gone to their house to talk to her, but her father had answered the door.
"No, you're not seeing her," he'd said angrily. "You're the reason we're in this mess."
Emily couldn't believe it. Did he mean she was the reason their daughter was free now? Shouldn't he be thanking her? But he'd slammed the door in her face before she could reply.
Confounded, she figured she was going to find another way. She didn't think her mom would believe any manner of lie that came out of her mouth, so she decided to just sneak out. And if she ended up staying at Ali's, she could pretend to have left early for school the next morning. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?
Maybe Ali really was rubbing off on her after all.
This seemed especially true when she donned all black and climbed out of her window, working her way down the neighboring tree. It was considerably more difficult than Ali had made it seem. Knowing there were no adjacent trees to the guest bedroom at the DiLaurentis house, she also grabbed the rope ladder off of her back porch.
It was heavy on her shoulder as she made her way to Ali's. When she got there, she circled around to the side of the house, looking for the guest bedroom window. When she spotted it, she quickly collected several small pebbles and started throwing them at the window pane, impressed with the accuracy of her aim. She really hoped Alison was staying in that room and not Courtney. She held her breath when she saw movement behind the curtain.
A silhouetted figure peeked out, looking down, seeing the brunette standing on the grass below. It moved and slid the window upwards, and Emily sighed, relieved, seeing the outline of blonde hair framing Ali's face. Ali smiled at her, seemingly amused.
"Can you catch this?" Emily whispered as loudly as she could. Ali nodded, holding out both hands. Emily cast a dark glance at her bandaged right wrist.
"Only the left one," she said, and Ali sighed, retracting the damaged hand.
Emily heaved the top of the ladder, throwing it as hard upwards as she could, and Ali managed to catch it on the first try. She used her elbow to hold it down while she pulled the rest up, latching it under the window sill. When done, she motioned to Emily and, the brunette climbed up the ladder and through the open window.
"We have a front door, you know," Ali said with a smirk, mirroring Emily's line from so many nights ago.
"Where's the romance in that?" Emily quipped back, smiling shyly at Ali as she pulled the ladder up and softly shut the window.
"Is everything okay?" Ali asked, taking Emily's hand as she turned towards her. She rubbed her thumb across the back of it, but Emily pulled her into a warm hug, immediately breathing in her addictive scent.
"You didn't get in trouble, did you?" Ali asked again into Emily's hair. "My mom said she was able to get Radley to drop charges."
"No, I didn't," Emily exhaled, pulling away slightly, her eyes darting uncomfortably to the cast. "But I wanted to see you. I tried to visit, but your dad wouldn't let me in."
Emily lifted a hand to a small, healing cut at Ali's eyebrow, lightly grazing it, frowning. She wondered painfully about what other injuries she'd sustained.
"Yeah, my dad's being a real asshole," Ali said while Emily lightly caressed the cut, Ali noticeably repressing a shiver. "I'm surprised he didn't have me sleep in the basement."
"Why is he mad?" Emily asked disbelievingly. "Courtney's equally to blame, if not more."
"Oh, he's not happy with her either, trust me."
Emily's hand dropped to Ali's cheek, and she stared into her ocean blue eyes. The thought of Ali's dad being so callous towards her made her fume. She couldn't imagine her father ever reacting like that, in fact, she would need him to hug her all night after an ordeal like Ali had been through. But this was also the same man that never visited her in Radley. And not even her actual father.
"What happened?" Emily asked, her other hand touching Ali's cast around her right wrist. "I knew they took you to the hospital, but I didn't know why."
"I guess I broke it when I fell off that god damn pipe."
"It's broken?" Emily asked.
Ali nodded. "It wasn't pretty."
"I can't believe you tried to climb down that. You have nine lives, Ali, I swear," Emily breathed, reliving the moment, seeing Ali flung into the darkness. "I don't know what I would've done if…" she trailed off sadly. "I should've stopped you."
"Em," Ali said gently, moving her fingers over Emily's. "I would've climbed down a hundred walls to get out of there. None of this is your fault."
But Emily still felt dejected, gazing down at the thick cast. Ali's blue eyes shifted over her.
"You should sign it," she said, making an obvious attempt to lighten the mood. "Courtney's the only one who has so far."
Emily snorted at that, but Ali turned her arm to show Emily a giant, emblazoned "A" drawn in red sharpie. The letter easily took up a third of the writing space on the cast. Emily raised her eyebrows.
"Is she being nice to you?" she asked carefully.
"I guess," Ali said. "She hasn't said much. She definitely hasn't apologized. But she spent ten minutes on this, so… you know her."
And, sadly, Emily did know her. As well as anyone could over the last four years. She knew Courtney probably felt guilty, but she'd never admit it. She knew she'd be sweet one moment, then back stabbing the next. She'd keep Ali on a yo-yo, the way she did everyone else. That's how she was. But it pained Emily to know she would never really know. Their friendship was permanently altered, potentially ended. Emily wasn't sure if she could ever forgive her. Not that Courtney would ever ask for it.
"So, did she tell your parents the truth?" Emily asked softly. "Is that how you're home now?"
"Yeah," Ali answered, detached. "Not everything, but enough. I think my brother talked her into it, but I guess I should be grateful."
Emily nodded slightly. "Well, I'm grateful you're here," she said, smiling at Ali, lifting her cast to inspect it.
Ali wiggled her fingers playfully in front of Emily's face, and Emily giggled lightly. Then, staring softly into her eyes, she lifted Ali's knuckles to her lips, kissing each one of them lightly. Ali looked enamored.
"Can I stay here?" Emily asked quietly, slightly nervously, gently setting Ali's arm back at her side. "I've been really worried about you."
Ali did her half smile, not responding immediately, making Emily become worried that she sounded too needy, clingy.
"Sorry, is that stupid?" she asked insecurely, casting her eyes downward.
"No, it's cute, Em," Ali said, taking Emily's hand again. "I want you here. I'm just… not used to people worrying about me, that's all."
Emily smiled hesitantly.
"Also, I've been having a hard time sleeping, and it'll help being with you," she added sweetly.
Emily frowned. "Why can't you sleep? Because of the pain?"
Ali nodded. "And being back at home. It's just… different here. But mostly it's the pain. My wrist just throbs when I lay down, it sucks."
"Have you been taking your pain medicine?" Emily asked, though she had a fairly solid guess at the answer.
"No," Ali said unsurprisingly. "I don't like medication. Any kind. When you're force fed horse pills all day, they lose their allure."
Emily nodded understandingly, though she wished there was something she could do to ease Ali's suffering. She squeezed her hand.
"Come on then," Ali said, with a kittenish glint in her eye, pulling Emily over to the bed.
"I'm sorry there's not more to my room yet," she added gesturing around.
Emily looked around, noticing the room was indeed somewhat bare and undecorated. There was nothing on the walls, only simple furniture, grey curtains. Emily guessed Mrs. D had thrown it together quickly after Ali's unexpected return. But Emily didn't care one bit.
"No, it's good. It already smells like you," Emily said with a faint smile, parting from Ali to go to the other side of the bed.
"You never said what that was," Ali replied, returning the smile as she crossed to her side.
"Vanilla, and… I don't know. You, I guess."
"The best, you mean?" Ali teased, pulling back the comforter.
Emily only smiled, sitting down on the sheets, taking off her shoes. As Ali snuggled in, Emily sat there, awkwardly pausing, looking down at her outfit. She hadn't really thought it through. She was wearing black, dri-fit leggings, and a black tee. And while she could sleep in these clothes, she wasn't sure if she wanted to. But, just as she was deciding to do it, she heard Ali rustling behind her.
"Take those off," Ali directed as she turned around, opening one of her bedside dresser drawers. She grabbed a loose-fitting t-shirt and held it out to Emily, winking at her.
"That's it? Just a t-shirt?" Emily asked skeptically. Ali would give her next to nothing to wear.
"It's summer," Ali said, shrugging nonchalantly, but then she smirked slightly. "I don't want you to get too hot."
Emily rolled her eyes, taking the shirt. Ali looked happy, turning off her bedside lamp while Emily, looking to maintain a modicum of modesty, turned her back as she changed. She didn't hear any noise from behind her, so she nervously glanced at Ali over her shoulder, pulling the shirt down over her head. The blonde was watching her, smirk still in place, as she drummed her fingers lightly on the mattress, her eyes following the long, smooth curve of Emily's naked torso.
"You should probably take your bra off, too," Ali suggested, leaning her head into her palm, making no effort to hide her shamelessly sexual gaze.
Emily shot her an incredulous look.
"I just want you to be comfortable," Ali feigned again, though with even less conviction than before.
"Uh huh," Emily retorted. But she reached back under her shirt, anyway, and unsnapped her bra, pulling it off her arms from under her shirt, and discarded it on the floor.
"Happy?" she asked sarcastically, climbing into bed with Ali, who seemed to intentionally to be giving her very little room.
"Very," Ali sing songed musically back to her.
As soon as Emily was horizontal, Ali cuddled in against her, resting her head on Emily's chest. This was one thing Emily loved about Alison, a difference she'd noticed from the moment she'd met her. She was so physical. Emily never had to guess at what she was thinking or how she was feeling. In fact, Emily had a very good idea what Ali was thinking as they lay there, the blonde's hand playing under Emily's shirt, feeling Emily's warm skin, her fingertips wickedly tracing the edge of her underwear.
But she didn't want Ali to think she only came over for that. Emily wanted to comfort Ali, she wanted Ali to sleep. She wanted her to heal.
So, trying to ignore what Ali's fingers were doing, Emily wrapped one hand around her waist, moving it along the column of her back, while the other went into her hair. She scratched patterns up and down her spine in long, even strokes, doing the same to her scalp, feeling her soft hair press underneath her fingernails. Emily had always loved when someone did this to her, it always made her sleepy.
"Mmmm," Ali hummed back in response, pulling closer to Emily, settling a leg comfortably on top of the brunette's.
So Emily continued, feeling Ali's movements slow, her breathing become heavier. She scratched and massaged every possible pattern for as long as she could, before she felt her hands becoming heavy, too, her eyelids slowly fluttering closed.
Ali stirred from sleep, roused from a shadowy dream. She opened her eyes just slightly and, for a moment, she was Alison DiLaurentis again. She was in her bedroom, filled with morning sun. She could smell coffee brewing down in the kitchen, soft sheets against her skin. Except this time when her eyes snapped open, she realized, for once, it was real. Though not her original room, it was still a room, not a cell. There were no locks, no gates, no shouts. It was only quiet... except for something else, something better. A soothing, steady breathing.
Ali turned over to find Emily beside her again, body twisted in the sheets closely to Ali, facing her. She could feel Emily's hand resting, warm and relaxed, on Ali's hip, like it was anchored there, protecting her, making sure she was real. Ali gazed at Emily's slightly parted lips, her thick, black eyelashes. She looked so tranquil, innocent even.
Ali snuggled up against her, brushing her hand over the soft fabric of her shirt. She wondered if this was what it was like to have a boyfriend, a real one. Not like the boyfriends she'd had in middle school, the ones she'd aggressively informed that they were together. Someone who actually cared about her. Someone who wanted to wake up with her every day. Someone warm and soft to touch first thing in the morning. Unable to stop herself, Ali ran her thumb lightly over Emily's bottom lip, curious about what it would feel like. It felt soft, smooth, and kissable.
Emily squirmed a little at the sensation, trying to sleepily swat Ali's hand away, but Ali avoided her easily, smiling. She took the edge of Emily's t-shirt between her fingertips, lifting it up, running her hand over her bare sides instead, glancing down. As a happy surprise, she'd forgotten that she'd made Emily sleep with so little clothing.
It reminded her that she'd fully intended to take advantage of a half-naked Emily last night. But when the brunette had begun to scratch her back and head, it was game over. The combined power of those two sensations had made Ali suddenly unable to talk or speak, her exhaustion ambushing her like a land mine. All plans and machinations had quickly dissolved, the comforting pleasure Emily provided making her feel safe. At home. And not because she was at home, but because she was with Emily.
Emily made a sleepy sound of protest, lazily reaching to grab Ali's wrist again, but Ali was not to be deterred, moving on top of her, pushing Emily onto her back. She propped herself up on her elbows, letting her legs tangle with Emily's. Emily made another vaguely roused sound as Ali softly kissed her neck, the scent of her skin, as ever, intoxicating.
"Ali," she said, barely awake.
"Good morning," Ali purred back against Emily's skin. Even if she'd been too tired to capitalize on Emily's clothing, or lack thereof, last night, she had no such reservations this morning.
But Emily mumbled inaudibly, still weakly trying to push Ali away, clearly not ready to move or talk. Annoyed but perseverant, Alison kept her pinned under body and started biting the soft flesh of her neck.
"Ali," Emily grumbled again, her hands moving to Ali's waist, trying to make her stop, keep her still. But Ali continued peppering her face with kisses, licking the shell of her ear, and moving her good hand back under Emily's shirt. She tickled her ribs slightly, and Emily jerked, her eyes fluttering open slightly.
"Are you ticklish?" Ali teased. She intentionally tickled her again, and Emily really moved, her eyes definitely open now.
"Don't," Emily said, her tone more pleading, more awake sounding. She tried to protect herself by scooting away from Ali's left hand. But Ali only smiled devilishly, prevented her from escaping, and tickled her again.
Emily yelped, grabbing her wrist. And then suddenly Ali was careening to the side, Emily deftly flipping them over, straddling her. Ali made a move to resist, but Emily took hold of her wrist, restraining her on the bed below.
Alison sulked. With her right wrist being broken and Emily holding her left, there was really nothing she could do. Emily took a moment to enjoy her advantage.
"I like this, it's kind of nice," she said with a wry smile, her voice still scratchy. "You're at my mercy."
"You didn't like it when I was on top?" Ali asked provocatively, wriggling her hand slightly in Emily's grip, causing Emily to tighten her hold.
"You like to tease," Emily said, lifting Ali's hand gently up to her face, nuzzling her fingers with her nose. Her grip was still firm, though.
Ali could feel Emily's warm breath on her fingers, her lips slightly grazing them, like a feather. It had been sweet, gentle when she'd done it to her last night. But now, with Emily sitting on top of her, eyes locked onto Ali's, there was an entirely different ambience to the action. It was erotic, insanely sexy. Ali was so focused on it, on Emily's lips lightly dancing across her knuckles, that she wasn't prepared at all when Emily took one of her fingers into her mouth, closing her lips around it.
"Fuck," Ali hissed, arching an eyebrow, watching, feeling Emily's tongue slide over her finger. She imagined it in her mouth, in other places.
"Let me go," Ali whined. "I want to touch you."
"No," Emily said. "This is for waking me up like that. Why are you so bad?" she asked, dipping it back into her warm mouth again, continuing to work her tongue over Ali's finger.
Ali almost moaned. Her mind went to nine hundred different places at once. All inappropriate.
"Am I, Emily?" she said, lifting her hips up, shifting Emily slightly on top of her. "Am I bad?"
At the movement, Emily looked down, and Ali was convinced her eye color turned three shades blacker.
"That's cheating," she said, pouting slightly, her voice lower.
"My bed, my rules," Ali said with a lilt before biting her lip, a move which was not missed by Emily.
She rolled her hips again, loving the look on Emily's face, she was seriously turned on. But it had the same effect on Ali, too, her eyes dragging over Emily's body. She was still only clothed in a t-shirt, a shirt that was, at this moment, riding up with her hips' movement, revealing Emily's inner thighs and thin underwear. Seeing it, Ali desperately wanted to free her hand from Emily's grasp and move under the material, grope any part of Emily she could reach.
She testingly flexed against Emily's grip again, but Emily held her fast. Emily flicked her tongue over another of Ali's fingers, in a punishingly teasing manner, causing Ali to feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her heart rate jumping. Emily then released Ali's good hand, leaning over her, and touching her nose to the blonde's.
As soon as her undamaged hand was free, Ali instantly caught Emily's lips in hers, pushing it up and under Emily's shirt, raking her nails all the way up her bare spine to the nape of her neck. She'd wanted to feel the full length of Emily's naked back ever since she'd taken off her bra the night before. She felt like it just kept going and going.
Ali's tongue roamed into her mouth, flicking against Emily's, trying to mirror what the brunette just done to her fingers moments before. Emily's hand was in her golden hair, occasionally moving over her cheek and jaw and mouth. Ali glanced down, taking a breath between kisses, looking at Emily's panties again, thinking there was nothing sexier than seeing how little cloth was between them. She could see the hardening of Emily's nipples through her shirt, too. Jesus.
Emily moved, no longer straddling Ali, shifting her body. She took the backs of Ali's thighs in her hands and adjusted her legs around her waist. She pulled the blonde up to her, into her, causing Ali to groan at the contact. As Emily resettled on top of her, she desperately wished she didn't have her shorts on, her core was absolutely throbbing, yearning for direct touch. Ali took a hot breath and brought her hand around to the front of Emily's t-shirt, still under it, the cotton soft against the back of her fingers. She dragged her palm up Emily's supple sides and, just as she was closing a hand around her breast, Emily moaning low into Ali's mouth, she heard a voice cry out far too close to her ears.
"Ali!" her mom shouted through the unlocked door, not four feet away. "You need to get in the shower!"
Emily froze, her head snapping up, her mouth tearing away from Ali's.
"I'm getting up!" Ali quickly responded, albeit somewhat breathlessly.
Emily didn't move a muscle, looking petrified, but Ali almost wanted to laugh at the comedy of it. Her mother would chose this exact moment to walk in. Emily hovering over Ali, Ali's legs wrapped around her, hand up her shirt, after Ali had only spent a few days at home.
But luckily that didn't happen. They heard Mrs. DiLaurentis' footsteps retreating down the hallway. Emily tried to move away, but Ali flexed her leg muscles and held her in place, making a pouty sound. Emily looked disbelievingly back at her.
"Do you want to get caught?" she whispered in a hiss.
"I don't want you to get off of me, no," Ali said easily back.
Emily sighed, glancing back down at the blonde, her hands now planted on both sides of her head.
"Do your parents know?" she asked. "About us?"
"No," Ali answered, inclining her head forward to nuzzle Emily's lips. "Once my parents find out, they definitely won't let you stay over. So, we'll have to enjoy this while we can."
Ali taunted the brunette, not totally kissing her, but brushing her lips tantalizingly across Emily's. Unable to resist, Emily closed the gap, kissing Ali deliciously, fully, but still pulled back after a moment.
"Let's not get found out today," she said. "Your dad doesn't need another reason to ban me from the house."
Ali sighed, reluctantly releasing her with a discontented groan.
Emily moved to the edge of the bed, yawning and stretching. Ali watched Emily grab her phone and type out a quick text, feeling like she'd been promised a present, only to have it taken away moments later.
"Do you think they'll care?" Emily asked tentatively, turning to look at Ali.
Ali shrugged, propping her head up on her left hand. "They'd probably think it was better than me being a psychopath. What about your parents?"
"I don't know," Emily said with a hint of worry. "My parents have always been strict. But I think they'd want me to be happy."
Ali nodded, and Emily started to pull at the hem her t-shirt, like she was going to change back into her other clothes. Ali reached out and caught her wrist.
"Are you leaving? Already?" she asked, perturbed. She didn't do all that work to get Emily out of her clothes just to have her put them back on and leave.
"Some of us have school, Ali," Emily replied with a humoring smile. "We don't all have twins who can take our classes for us."
Ali smirked at that, but pulled Emily's arm, making her angle closer to her.
"Take a shower with me," Ali suggested, moving her fingers over Emily's palm, licking her bottom lip.
Emily watched the movement of her tongue, her round brown eyes betraying her, but she still shook her head.
"I already snuck out of my house and just texted my mom that I went on a morning run. I think if I just don't show up, she's going to know."
"Come on," Ali complained, switching tactics. "I need help, look," she said, raising her cast pitifully.
Emily glanced at it, a look of sadness crossing her features.
"Do you know how hard it is to shampoo your hair with one hand, your left hand?" Ali continued. "I have to put this plastic around it and everything. I need you."
Emily looked conflicted, but after a moment she rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Fine," Emily breathed annoyed, but Ali didn't totally buy that she was all that mad. "My mom probably knows. I don't think I could be in more trouble, anyways."
"Yeah, definitely," Ali said, smiling, slipping out of bed.
She took Emily's hand, pulling her up off the bed, pressing their bodies close. She used her good hand to gently run through Emily's hair, who took a breath closing her eyes.
"But we cannot get caught," Emily added beseechingly.
Ali's smile turned mischievous. "Then you better not be loud."
Emily blushed as Ali winked at her, taking her hand and dragging her to the door. She cracked it open slightly, checking for anyone in the hall. The coast was clear, so she shot out, running lightly and barefoot to the bathroom with Emily in tow.
After they both entered, Ali locked the door and reached into one of the cupboards for the plastic wrapping the doctor had given her. She handed it to Emily, who helped cover her cast, like they were preparing a leftover casserole. It didn't take nearly as long as it would've taken Ali alone, and Emily was soon able to reach behind her and turn the water on for the shower. The sound of the spray allowed them some cover to whisper quietly to each other.
"They said I'll be in this for six weeks," Ali said, flapping her plastic arm around, completely perturbed by the process. "Six weeks!"
"At least you're going to get really good with your left hand," Emily said optimistically, grabbing both sides of Ali's shorts and pushing them down her legs.
"And my mouth," Ali said seductively, kicking them off when they were at her ankles. Emily stood, her eyes immediately dipping to the blonde's lips.
Stepping closer, Ali could feel Emily's breath back on her neck as she reached behind her to pull Ali's tank up and off her arms, carefully avoiding her cast. Almost completely naked now, Ali angled her face to kiss Emily, feeling slightly vulnerable, self-conscious. Emily kissed her lightly back, before it became deeper, harder. Emily's hands began to move over Ali's unclothed body, and Ali shifted her tongue roughly back into Emily's mouth. It was the kind of kiss she'd been wanting to give her since this morning, since Radley, since that night in Emily's bedroom.
As the kiss became more and more heated, Emily reached behind her, palming Ali's ass with both hands, slipping under her underwear. Ali moaned, and Emily slowly pushed the material down her legs, until Ali stood, completely undressed in front of her. Ali felt her heart beat, wild and thick in her throat, while Emily moved to take off her own shirt.
"I can help with that," she said, regaining some composure, dropping her hand to the hem of Emily's shirt.
"Oh, you can take my clothes off but need help with your own? I see," Emily said playfully.
"I'm more motivated," Ali countered with a smirk, quickly removing Emily's shirt and dropping it on the floor. It left Emily topless and in only her underwear, so Ali let her eyes have their fill as she pushed her hand up her chest and over her shoulders.
It had been dark in Emily's bedroom before. She had been buzzed from the whiskey and overcome with what was happening. But under the white bathroom light, everything was laid bare. Every glorious thing.
"I was worried I wouldn't get to see this again," Ali whispered, running her fingers downward from Emily's collar bone, lightly brushing over her abs, trailing back upwards to her breasts.
"You have great…" but she trailed off, her eyes conveying her thoughts, anyway, as Emily kissed her again.
Emily backed Ali towards the shower, their lips still moving in a tumbling tempo. Ali moved her hand down, running her finger over and playing with the fabric of her panties, making Emily grumble with frustration into her mouth. Emily reached down to take them off and Ali helped, pushing them down over her ass, as best as she could with one hand. Then, Emily turned and picked Ali up slightly, placing her into the shower stall. Ali stepped under the stream, waiting for Emily to join her as the brunette closed the glass door.
The blonde turned the heat up, letting it wash over her, running her hands through her hair, exhaling happily. Hot showers were literally the best thing ever. And this one would only get better with Emily joining her. She had never showered with anyone before, and she already liked it. It was oddly intimate.
Emily watched her for a moment before stepping closer to her, the spray hitting her arms and legs.
"Oh my God, Ali, why is the water so hot?" she hissed.
"Not all of us are as blessed to be as naturally hot as you," Ali teased back, making no move to turn it down. Instead, she turned her back to Emily, facing the shower head, letting the water pleasantly cascade over her face.
Emily stepped in behind her, running her hands up and down Ali's sides. Ali leaned back into her as Emily continued to massage her, soap her up, delicately work shampoo into her hair. Ali had to close her eyes during the process, she felt like she was drowning both literally and figuratively in the sensations. And, of its own accord, her left hand inched closer to Emily's center, and she instinctively moved her right, too, wincing in pain as the bulky cast struck the wall.
"Ali, be careful," Emily said, gingerly moving her broken wrist away from the tile.
"Em, this is going to be so annoying," she said. How the hell was she supposed to touch Emily with her left hand?
"It won't be that bad," Emily said, trying to comfort her. "And at least your parents can tell you two apart now."
Ali turned to face Emily, pressing her fingers into the brunette's hips to reverse their positions and move her into the shower stream. Emily allowed Ali to lead her, dipping her head back into the water. Ali watched, Emily's soft neck exposed, her black hair becoming wet. She peeked a glance lower while Emily's eyes were closed, too. She looked even better in water, just like Ali thought she would. My mermaid.
"Can you tell us apart now?" Ali asked jokingly, but only partially so. There was still a large part of her that was raw from the whole situation with Courtney.
"Ali," Emily said, somewhat seriously, opening her eyes. She moved her hand to Ali's cheek, closing the gap between them. "I'll always know who you are."
She kissed her lightly then, pleasurably, but Ali felt her reach down, move Ali's wet, dark blonde hair to the side, pulling it away from her neck.
"But just in case," she whispered against Ali's lips, moving her body into Ali's, pushing her back up against the cool tile wall. "I better leave a mark."
Ali was too overcome by the feeling to protest, Emily's front pressed against hers, her skin slick and hot. Emily bent her head, kissing Ali's neck with firmness, and then bit it slightly, causing Ali to whimper.
"Please, not a visible spot, Emily," she plead, reaching her left hand back to knead Emily's ass.
But Ali could already feel the sucking sting of Emily's lips just behind her ear. Then she felt the brunette's tongue massage it slowly, provocatively. God, her tongue.
"I'd call that even," Emily said pulling back, looking down at her work.
"What? Why?" Ali asked, her eyes fluttering open.
"You gave me the biggest hickey, that night, and you didn't even tell me about it," she said running her hands over Ali's naked stomach, her hip bones.
Ali definitely remembered it. She remembered Emily calling out her name, her fingers inside her, held tight.
"Mmm," she hummed as Emily resumed kissing her neck again. "I don't take it back."
Ali pressed into Emily's shoulder muscles, her biceps, relishing the feeling of Emily's lips trailing across her throat, of her back pressed hard against the wall. Until finally she couldn't hold back, pulling Emily's lips back up to hers. They met over and over again in a messy, wet kiss, Emily's tongue dipping in and out of her mouth. When it would retreat, Ali would tug Emily's bottom lip with hers, and she knew each pull was bringing her closer and closer to a point of no return. She could feel Emily moving slightly, too, one of her thighs conveniently shifting between Ali's, providing a traction just where she wanted it. But as she moaned quietly in approval, Emily stopped moving, pulled back, and placed her hands on the wet tile on either side of Ali's head.
"What's wrong?" Ali asked, nuzzling her nose against Emily's, feeling the impatience of her arousal all too painfully, wanting Emily's muscular thigh to continue its movement.
"We should wait," Emily said with an ache in her voice, as if forming the words had come at great cost. Her eyes revealed her lack of commitment, though, as Ali watched them follow trails and ringlets of water down her breasts.
"For what?" Ali asked breathlessly, seductively dragging her hand over Emily's ribs.
"I want to take you on a date first," Emily said quietly after a moment, seemingly somewhat embarrassed. "Like we talked about."
Ali smiled softly at that, letting her good hand continue to dance teasingly over the toned, bottom portion of Emily's stomach. Ali loved Emily's tall, athletic build. She loved the way Emily was looking at her, hungrily, but also tenderly.
"Can't we do both?" she suggested, feeling more and more turned on by the brunette's gaze, feeling the steam coming off Emily's skin.
Emily didn't say anything back, looking exceptionally pained as Ali lifted her leg up, slowly curling it around Emily's waist. She was trying to emphasize the point that she really did not want to 'wait' right now. But Emily still held her ground, her palms flat against the cold tiles at Ali's shoulders
"We've already had sex, Emily," she said raspily, squeezing Emily's waist with her leg, pulling their bare bodies close and into contact again. It was in the exact same manner Emily had done to her when Ali had been trying not to sleep with her so many nights ago. It felt like a fitting form of revenge.
"You're making this hard," Emily said, looking down at their entwined bodies. Ali could practically feel Emily itching to touch her.
"I want to make it hard," she said, leaning forward, whispering into Emily's ear.
"God, Ali," Emily said, finally moving her hands from the wall down to Ali's waist.
"I don't want to wait," Ali breathed, kissing Emily's neck fiercely, moving her hand lower, back against Emily's core, her fingers fluttering over her clit. Emily moaned closed mouthed, her cheek pressed hard against Ali's.
"I can't stop thinking about you. About fucking you," she whispered again, licking Emily's ear. She could feel Emily's fingers dig into the skin of her hips, she definitely liked when Ali talked to her. "About you fucking me."
And it was true. Ali had only dreamed that she might get to have sex with Emily again, had only desperately hoped that their time in Emily's bedroom hadn't been their last. She'd especially fantasized about Emily knowing that it was her, not Courtney, too. She never thought she'd find herself again with a naked Emily Fields flush against her.
But, here they were. And what she'd just said had clearly broken Emily's resolve. Emily's hands moved up from her hips to massage her breasts. Her head dipped down, to lick one of her nipples. Ali bit her lip hard, to stop herself from making a noise. She squeezed Emily's backside with her hand and leg, encouraging her.
As Emily kissed, sucked, and manipulated both breasts, her remaining hand dropped between Ali's legs. Feeling her fingers slide up and through her, Ali took a sharp intake of breath and leaned her head back against the tiles. When Emily started to press slow circles, Ali had to force Emily's face back up to hers, mainly so that she could kiss her and moan noisily into her mouth.
And she'd thought Emily was the loud one.
As Emily continued, Ali could feel herself losing focus, could feel her legs begin to shake, a pleasure building uncontrollably. She was worried she wouldn't be able to hold herself up for much longer. She distractedly tried to shift herself to a different standing position, but Emily withdrew her hand suddenly, placing both behind her thighs, causing Ali to look at her questioningly.
"Up," she instructed.
Surprised but obedient, Ali jumped slightly, and Emily completely lifted her off of the ground, forcing Ali to wrap both legs around her middle. Emily pushed her back harder against the shower wall. Ali took a hard and fast breath, closing her eyes as Emily continued her assault, licking, biting, and nipping at her neck.
The brunette rocked into her, showing no strain, and Ali's arousal rose to the next level. She decided it was the singularly most erotic thing to have ever happened to her, being dominated this way by Emily Fields. She'd thought she liked being the one in control, but allowing Emily free range, giving herself over entirely, was a separate thing altogether. She felt consumed and willingly possessed by her.
As Emily continued to move, her tongue lost in Ali's mouth, Ali feeling the friction against her wide open core, she thought she was going to come from those sensations alone. She could feel it building again, now that she knew what it was, and was eager for release. But Emily had other ideas, one finger dancing back to Ali's center. But it didn't move to Ali's clit, it dared to go lower.
"Can I—?" Emily started to ask, but she didn't seem totally sure how to voice her question aloud. Ali had an idea what she meant, though, she had done it to Emily, after all.
"Uh huh," Ali nodded, somewhat overwhelmed, still acutely feeling Emily's taught abs against her center, her casted arm hanging loosely around her neck. She buried her other hand in Emily's hair, occasionally pressing down into her shoulders for balance.
"You've never done it?" Emily asked with concern.
"No," Ali admitted.
"It might hurt a little at first, tell me if you want to stop," she said, her lips close to Ali's. "But I'll go slowly. And, then it's going to feel good."
Ali nodded, enraptured by Emily's full lips as she leaned forward to kiss her, feeling the tip of Emily's tongue against her bottom lip. Then, she felt the pressure of Emily's finger, somewhat uncomfortable, even slightly painful, causing Ali to retract and catch her breath. Emily pressed harder, and she felt a giving, a yielding, and Emily was inside her.
"Fuck," she said, biting her lip, closing her eyes.
Emily brushed her nose against Ali's cheek, moving in and out, seemingly to a rhythm, a quickening beat. Ali had never felt anything like it. She felt such a singular and purposeful focus on her, like Emily was touching her everywhere, all of her at once. She had never felt so voluntarily invaded, so physically connected, as Emily went deeper, causing Ali to whimper somewhat loudly.
"How does it feel?" Emily rasped into her ear.
Ali could barely think, could definitely barely speak. She could only feel Emily's motions. In and out, in and out.
"Good," she whispered, eyes still closed. "Really good."
She kissed Emily again, holding her bottom lip between her teeth for several long seconds, before throwing her head back again and moaning. Emily had squeezed her ass roughly, and it contributed to the unbearable heat that was building low and impossible to ignore. Emily leaned forward to capture the sound, tasting it, swallowing it. Ali knew she was probably being loud, but how was she supposed to not? While the feeling was foreign, it was so delectably wonderful at the same time.
"Oh my God, Emily," she groaned, eyes shut, as Emily's thumb skated over her clit.
It was causing her to feel dizzy, lost in the pleasure. It was too much. She felt the contractions, like her entire body was clenching and loosening, like an opened and closed fist. Like her whole body was a pulse. Her breaths came hard.
As she peaked, she wasn't sure if this moment could ever be eclipsed by anything else. She'd be lying if she said this wasn't exactly what she'd wanted from Emily when she'd whispered in her ear minutes ago. She bit back a loud moan as she buried her face and nose into Emily's black, wet hair, happy Emily still held her up. She was sure she would've fallen down or passed out by now.
After a minute, when Ali came back to herself slightly, she felt the warm water on her thighs again, Emily gently kissing her jaw. She could feel the pain in her limp right wrist, too, the doctor had said heat would make it worse. But she didn't care. It was worth it.
"Are you okay?" Emily asked, looking at her so sincerely, briefly kissing her.
"Never better," Ali murmured as Emily pulled her away from the wall, gently setting her down on the floor.
"You're so beautiful," Emily whispered, rubbing her palms up Ali's back then down over her ass. "Did you like it?"
"Yes," Ali said definitively. "And I bet you did, too."
"I did," Emily said honestly before gasping slightly as Ali traced her hand down between them, gliding her thumb over her sex.
But before Ali could go further, she was interrupted because suddenly, like some sort of demon, Courtney banged loudly on the door.
"You're not the only one who needs to get ready!" she shrieked, shaking the locked door noisily, both girls practically jumping out of their skin at the sound. "I don't care if your wrist is broken, hurry up!"
Ali quickly removed her hand from between Emily's legs, clutching her shoulder.
"Holy shit, she scared me," she whispered. "Thank God I locked the fucking door."
"Yeah," Emily muttered as she moved away and back into the shower stream. "We better hurry."
"Yeah, turn the water cold, I guess," Ali said darkly, shaking her head.
They finished washing their hair, tossing shampoo and conditioner in haphazardly, neither doing a very good job. But after finally exiting the shower, they both threw towels on, and Ali listened at the door.
"I think she's gone," she said, and she gave Emily the go ahead for a quick escape.
But when they opened the door, Courtney was not gone, she was waiting against the hallway wall with crossed arms. She quirked a brow in surprise when she saw Emily emerge, then narrowed her eyes and threw a particularly baleful look in Ali's direction as they rushed past her. Ali made a lame excuse about needing help with her cast, giggling faintly, but Courtney ignored her completely, slamming the door.
Ali shrugged at Emily, who looked slightly uncomfortable, and they returned to Ali's room to get dressed.
"So, what's going to happen after graduation with you two? Are you switching back?" Emily asked, throwing her towel off and sliding back into her clothes from the night before.
"Yes," Ali replied, grabbing another t-shirt from her dresser. "I heard her tell my mom that she wants move to LA and become an actress, can you believe that?"
"I can, kind of," Emily said, leaning over to towel dry her hair. "She's obviously good at playing a part."
Ali watched as she finished pulling on her own clothes, somewhat mesmerized by Emily's thick cords of black hair. Without thinking, she stepped up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist, feeling up the back of her thighs.
"Ali, you're relentless," Emily said, standing straight, turning in the blonde's arms. "I'm never going to get to school."
"Skip," Ali purred into her ear, pulling her close by her hips. "You didn't get your turn."
"I can't," Emily whined slightly, moving her hands to both sides of Ali's cheeks, pulling her back to stare into her bright blue eyes. "My mom would literally lock me in my room."
"Fine," Ali sighed irritably, grabbing the collar of Emily's shirt instead.
She pulled her into a long and lingering kiss goodbye. She didn't want to seem needy, but she was finding the concept of being separated from Emily especially difficult to bear. She wondered if that was normal. When she finally managed to tear herself away, she looked at Emily sadly.
"I'll see you later, right?" she asked.
"Of course," Emily smiled, tucking a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. "Should I use the rope ladder to leave?"
"No, just come a few steps behind me down the stairs, Courtney is probably going to narc on us, anyway," Ali replied with annoyance.
A few minutes later, Ali hopped down the stairs ahead of Emily, taking two at a time, noticing that Jason, Courtney, and her mom were all in the kitchen and in various stages of breakfast preparation. Ali stopped to enjoy the scene for a moment, it had been so long since she'd seen them all together in the house. It still felt foreign, being back here again, but now at little thrilling too. Like she could finally breathe.
She casually walked across the living room toward the kitchen, grabbing a spoonful of peanut butter from the pantry. She turned as she heard Emily's feet sound upon the stairs and watched as she smiled shyly, saying goodbye to Mrs. DiLaurentis.
"Oh, goodbye, Emily," Mrs. D said sweetly in return. "I didn't even know you were here, let me walk you out."
As Mrs. D crossed over to her, Emily waved at Jason and even Courtney. Jason saluted her, slightly puffy eyed, while Courtney just gazed back at Emily, like she was looking through her, while she picked up an apple up out of the fruit bowl. Emily's eyes slid to Ali last, who winked at her as she licked her peanut butter, giving the brunette a full display of her mouth. She could've sworn Emily's cheeks colored scarlet.
As Mrs. D walked Emily to the door, Ali slumped into one of the kitchen bar stools. She watched as they paused at the threshold, Emily and Mrs. D exchanging a few more kind words, making Ali smile. It was funny how shy and sweet Emily seemed versus how carnal and sexy she had been not twenty minutes ago in the shower.
So, so sexy, she thought as she made a slow divot in the peanut butter with the tip of her tongue, not so subtly watching Emily's ass as she exited the house. And maybe she was licking her spoon a bit too salaciously, betraying her thoughts, because Courtney made a grumbling noise of disgust next to her.
Ali turned to look, and Courtney was staring right at her. She had both eyebrows raised, a contemptuously mocking expression on her face. Ali shot her a bitchy glance right back, trying to telepathically beam shut the fuck up right at her twin. Jason caught the whole exchange, hiding a smile behind his mug while taking a sip of coffee.
"I didn't know Emily stayed over," Mrs. D said absently, moving back into the kitchen. "With who?"
"Ali," Courtney said pointedly, before Ali could respond.
Mrs. DiLaurentis blinked for a moment, confused, looking between the two girls. Ali knew she was still struggling with their names, since the girl she'd known as "Ali" for four years was now "Courtney." She also figured her mom was probably wondering why Emily would stay over with Ali, not Courtney.
"Girls, no one is supposed to come over here until Courtney graduates, that's the deal," she said sternly to the twins. Ali gazed at her, feeling slightly anxious.
"But I guess Emily's fine," she sighed, shrugging, walking back into the kitchen. "We have her to thank, after all, for getting this all sorted out."
Ali hazarded a glance at Courtney, who looked stonily down at her apple as she washed it in the sink.
"Emily's such a beautiful girl, too," Mrs. D continued offhandedly, grabbing a Tiffany blue mug from the dish washer. "But her wardrobe needs a bit of tweaking. It's either sportswear or flannel, I don't understand."
Ali smirked, looking at her peanut butter.
"Mom," Courtney started curtly, taking a loud bite out of her apple. "Emily's gay."
Ali's smirk withered, and she immediately shot Courtney a sharp look, gripping her spoon tighter. Jason looked between them and decided it was his cue to leave, taking his mug with him out onto the back porch.
"What?" Mrs. DiLaurentis said, pausing her pour from the large pot of coffee.
"You know?" Courtney prompted, lifting her eye brows obnoxiously. "A lesbian?"
"No, she's not, honey," Mrs. D said dismissively, finishing her pour. "Her hair is too long."
Ali snorted and continued to lick her peanut butter spoon, enjoying the irritated look on Courtney's face.
"Yes, she is," Courtney persisted, her tone prickly as she snatched up her purse. "And she's with Ali."
Mrs. DiLaurentis glanced quickly at Alison, who sat up rigidly.
"Gotta go!" Courtney smiled cheerily, fakely, glancing at Ali with a hint of victory. "Bye," she said to their mother, giving her a light hug as she headed towards the back door.
"Your ring, sis," Ali clipped at Courtney, recovering quickly from her sister's newest treachery.
Courtney looked back at her blankly, so Ali sharply jabbed her spoon at her sister's 'C' ring, still on her finger, their mother glancing at it, too. She'd been wearing it at home since the family's conversation at the hospital, Ali wasn't totally sure why. Was she that happy to be "Courtney" again? Did she hate being Ali so much? Regardless, she was supposed to be "Alison" to the public for the time being.
With a flash of understanding, Courtney removed the ring and slid it into her purse. She pushed out the back door without so much as a 'thanks' to Ali.
"Bye hun," Mrs. D said distractedly before slowly turning to her other daughter.
"Is that true, Alison?" she asked, but Ali was busy glaring at Courtney's retreating form through the window.
"What?" Ali tried to play off, hoping her mother had forgotten what Courtney had said.
"You and Emily," her mother repeated, clearly not falling for it.
Clenching her jaw, she met Mrs. DiLaurentis' familiar icy blue gaze. Ali didn't see any other choice as she nodded in confirmation, trying to hide her mortification at having been outed in such a way.
Fucking Courtney.
She hadn't planned on telling her mother about Emily any time soon, maybe ever. Not because Ali was embarrassed to be with a girl, but because the last thing she needed was her parents interfering in her life again. But Ali had nothing to worry about as Mrs. D merely sighed with a slight roll of her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Well, I guess that explains a few things," she said breezily, picking up her phone, seeming to check her messages.
Ali breathed out heavily, having not been aware she'd been holding it.
"You know the drill, then," she continued, her attention still focused on her phone. "Keep your door open and she doesn't stay over."
Ali nodded, grateful that her mother didn't ask any other questions and hoped desperately that the conversation was over. But it wasn't.
"Especially," Mrs. D continued, surprising Ali slightly, her eyes flashing up with warning, "without telling me."
"Okay," Ali said back defensively.
While her mom continued to flick through her phone, Ali ate the rest of her peanut butter in silence, thinking about how she could always rely on Courtney to ruin something for her. Now, she was going to have to be even trickier when she had Emily over. And she'd have to find a way to get revenge on Courtney.
"Have you thought more about what you want to do?" Mrs. DiLaurentis said, interrupting Ali's scheming thoughts, dropping her phone back onto the counter.
Ali paused, thinking about the question. The decision on what to do next was an easy one for her. She wanted to go wherever Emily was going. And she wanted to get out of Rosewood, a town where everyone knew her face. The face of a queen bee, a tyrant, a bitch. She wanted to meet people who had never even heard of Alison DiLaurentis.
"I want to go to Stanford," Ali stated clearly.
"Isn't that where Emily's going?" her mother asked uncertainly.
"Yes," Ali answered.
Her mother paused for a few moments, putting both hands flat on the granite countertop.
"I don't think it's wise to follow someone you're dating across the country, Alison."
Ali tried not to react angrily. Her mom didn't understand. Neither of her parents even knew who Ali was or what she'd been through. But if Radley had taught her anything, it was to control her temper.
"This isn't just some guy I'm dating, mom," she started, trying to stay calm. "Emily helped me get out of Radley, she believed me when no one else did."
Her mother looked away.
"Courtney is going to be in California, anyway. If it doesn't work out," Ali continued with a pang, really not wanting to think about that possibility, "you'll be moving her, right? I can just come down there with you two. We can figure it out."
Her mom appeared to consider it.
"Well, Stanford's a good school," she said. "Though it's obviously too late for you to get in this year. But… we do have a family friend that works there. Maybe we can get you into a program where you go to a community college until you can apply next year."
"That sounds perfect," Ali said happily.
"Both my girls in California," her mother mused wistfully. "Who would've thought?"
Ali tried to imagine it. She was happy Stanford was a good several hundred miles away from Los Angeles, but it was still comforting that her mother wouldn't be too far away. Maybe she would come visit occasionally. Ali had spent far and away the most time with her mother since she'd been locked in Radley. She'd visited the most, brought Ali new books and clothes, and encouraged her to keep taking classes. Ali would definitely miss her.
"One thing, I was wondering, too," Ali started off slowly. "I want to—I want to ask Emily to go on a road trip with me out there. For two weeks."
Her mother watched, guarding her expression behind her coffee cup, potentially sensing Ali was about to ask her for something.
"And I need a car."
Enjoy tonight's episode! One more chapter and an epilogue left.