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"And I'm lost for words, when thoughts don't compare, write this down."
5 years later...
"Em," Alison gently tugged her girlfriend's hand to wake her up. She and Emily cuddled on a comfortable Parisian bed, "Wake up, we're going to the Eiffel Tower today!"
They had been planning their trip to Europe for a year, with Hanna recommending they stop by Milan before going to Paris. And they've been there two weeks ago. Milan was a dream: they bought each other expensive and warm clothes and shared spaghetti kisses. But Paris was something else, much because it had a special meaning for them. And Emily only planned on making it even more special. That's why she couldn't sleep at night in spite of having Ali's body pressed against her own.
"Pour me a cup of coffee. Black, please," Spencer asked as she arrived at the Brew. The bags under her eyes made it clear that the White House haven't been letting her sleep.
"Sure," Emily fetched the drink, her hands shaking in doing so.
"Where's Ali?" Spencer asked
"She's not meeting us today," Emily told them, "I'm gonna propose to her. For real," She pulled out a flashy ruby ring and showed them.
"Woah!" Aria gasped.
"Wait," Hanna frowned, "But aren't you married yet?"
"Not officially. She just proposed and gave me this necklace," Emily fidgeted with the chain that has never left her body during those five years, "We decided not to get married because it was too soon."
"Okay, how are you planning to do this?" Spencer asked.
"That's where I need your help," Emily replied, "I'm gonna propose to her on top of the Eiffel Tower."
"Oh my God!" Aria gasped, "She's gonna love it, Em!"
"I don't know," Emily shook her head with her lack of trust, "She's already been married and it kind of didn't work out."
"But you're different," Spencer pointed out, "And she loves you, Em!"
"I know. I just don't know how I'm supposed to ask her!"
"Just speak from the heart, Em," Hanna advised.
"I can't!" Emily let out a frustrated sigh, "I just want it to be perfect for Ali."
"Then, let's do it like this," Aria said. She was used to writers freaking out when they hit a major block. Therefore, she knew how to deal with Emily, "Write everything you feel about Ali on a paper and then you can think of what to say."
"Sounds like a good idea," Emily wasn't so sure about it, but it was better than nothing, "W-Will you be there for me?"
Spencer arched one brow, "In Paris?"
"Of course!" Hanna ignored the smart brunette, "I wouldn't lose an Emison proposal for anything!"
"Count me in!" Aria promised.
"Well, I'm not gonna lose that either," Spencer said.
Emily smiled in gratefulness, "Thank you, guys!"
"Em, I know you're awake!" Ali insisted, "Your mouth is closed and you sleep with your mouth open."
Emily tried to ignore her, hoping she would give up and take a shower or something. But Alison had a very naughty mind.
"I know something that will wake you up," Alison slid underneath the sheets, finding Emily's naked core. They had ravished each other through the night, leaving scratches and purple bruises before their flame quietly extinguished with Emily holding Alison like she always did. But the blonde was insatiable when it came to her Mermaid.
Underneath the sheets, she licked Emily, making the brunette jolt in surprise.
"Oh!" It wasn't the first time Ali woke her from her sleep but, whenever she did, it was always a terrific experience. Alison was incredibly soft with her tongue, which excited Emily for it wasn't too rough or demanding.
Once her girlfriend was half awake, Alison prodded her tongue inside of her, making Emily quiver. The brunette's hands found the sheets covering the blonde's head and, oh god, how Emily longed to feel Ali's hair under her fingertips. Alison increased her rhythm, brushing Emily's clit with the tip of her nose only enough to tease her.
"Ali," Emily breathed heavily as her loins were on fire, but Ali gave her no release. The clitoral stimulation wasn't enough, "Please!"
The teacher's laughs echoed through Emily's folds as the brunette tried to forcefully pull her closer. With a final lick, Alison finally complied, wrapping Emily's clit in her gentle mouth.
"Yes!" Emily writhed, arching her body into Alison, "There!"
Alison hummed and the vibrations rippled through Emily, making the barista hold the head in between her legs desperately. Then, Alison flicked her clit up and down, slowly driving Emily insane with this little passionate dance.
"I'm close!" She whined, prompting Ali to suck her clit and finish her off. The waves of the orgasm hit Emily gently. When she less expected, Alison was back on the top of her body.
"You are a terrible liar," She whispered.
"Why?" Emily stared at her in confusion.
"You're so much quieter when you're really sleeping," Ali pointed out. After spending five years with Emily, she had grown used to her quirks and habits, "And you don't tug my hair that hard."
"Sorry," Emily felt bad about pretending, but she had been so anxious about having to propose to Ali. She didn't even know what she was going to say! Well, she had taken Aria's advice and written all her feelings about Alison. The only thing was: her scribbles weren't even coherent. How was she supposed to propose to an English teacher like this?
"I've got a good punishment for liars," Alison smirked and plunged two fingers deep inside of Emily, who shook in pleasure.
"Ali!"
"Good morning, my love," The taste of herself on Ali's tongue was enough to make Emily completely forget what she was anxious about.
"Em, look at this view! It's amazing!" Ali beamed as they reached the top of Eiffel Tower, her smile wide and childish, just like Emily had pictured. Alison ran closer to the parapet and Emily just stared at her in awe. This is it. Paris was their dream come true. The ruby ring on her back pocket weighed and Emily itched to give it to Ali straightaway. But a million questions ran through her head. What if Ali didn't want to get married? What if she didn't like the ring? What if-
"Emily, come here!" Alison urged and she obeyed mechanically, thinking about how she was going to propose. Was she supposed to kneel and ask? What if Ali thought she was ridiculous? Oh, why didn't she think of proposing at home, where no one could see such humiliation?
Alison tugged her hand, calling her back to reality, "Baby, are you okay?"
Emily took a deep breath. There would be no better place or time. This is now, "Ali, I-" She was at loss of words and Ali just frowned in worry. Emily couldn't put into words all the beautiful things she thought when she was with her girlfriend. She cleared her throat awkwardly and dug her hand into her front pocket. That's when she found a folded sheet of paper – the one where she wrote what Aria told her to, "I-"
"Em?" Alison squeezed her hand, prompting her to say something.
The brunette let go of Ali's hand and pulled out the sheet of paper. Great, this was supposed to help, but was she really going to propose looking at a scribbled note? God, she was awful. Nevertheless, she began to read:
"Alison Lauren DiLaurentis, there are so many things that I want you to know. I like the way you tickle my face when you wake me up in the morning. I like the way you stare at the mirror and ask me if you look okay. I always say you look beautiful. No, I'm not lying," She chuckles, "You're amazing when you dress up for me, but you look more heavenly when you lie in my arms, naked and tired of all the lovemaking we had. But you're also beautiful when you're preparing your classes, when you come back from work and even when you crease your forehead while we're fighting."
Alison laughs, giving Emily the courage to continue, "But the most beautiful thing about you, Alison, is your soul. You are the light that saved me from my deepest darkness. Ali, I hurt you so many times, but even so you forgave me and gave me the chance to be the one who holds your hand. These five years we spent together are the best I've ever had. I can't live without you. My Queen, I promise to be fully devoted to you," Emily tossed the paper into the wind and found Alison's eyes. Her favorite jewels were shimmering with tears and feelings and Emily knew she was doing the right thing. She pulled out her ruby ring, smiling as Ali gasped in surprise.
"I know you already proposed five years ago, but I want to make this official. So, Alison Lauren DiLaurentis, will you marry me?"
Alison muffled her squeals with her hands and cried in joy.
"Yes, Emily! Of course, I'll marry you!" She jumped on her Mermaid and wrapped her arms around Emily's neck . Her soon-to-be wife spun Alison around in the way she loved.
Click! Click! Click!
"Finally! I thought Emily wasn't going to make it!" Hanna and the other girls went out of their cover.
Still in Emily's arms, Ali frowned, "Emily, what are they doing here?"
Aria took another shot of them, "Photographing."
"And giving Emily that amazing moral boost," Spencer smirked, making Emily blush.
"I-I was afraid you'd say no, Ali."
The blonde just rolled her eyes, "How could I say no to your face? I love you, Emily!" She giggled.
Emily laughed, "I love you too, Ali."
5 years later…
Emily took a break as she got ready for the rough afternoon shift, when high schoolers and college students bought their final cups of coffee to get through a night of studying. She was barely done when someone burst through the door.
"Mommy! We're home!" Henry sprinted and jumped into Emily's arms, making Emily spin him around and place him on the counter.
"It's good to see you, big boy!" Emily kissed his cheek. Henry was probably the most important person in her, except maybe for Alison. After all, he was her son. Their son. Five years ago, as soon as they got married, Ali talked to her about wanting a baby. Emily wanted a child as well but had never brought it up because family was a complicated issue for Alison. That's why Emily had been careful about her desire to be a mother, always waiting for the right time to drop a few hints.
Surprisingly, she and Alison were compatible even in that. Alison kindly offered to carry the egg, claiming that she was going to nurture their baby with the love her family should have nurtured her. Emily supported her decision and they chose a donor based on her looks. The pregnancy was okay for Ali, as Emily stood by her every time she needed (even when it involved buying exotic food in the middle of the night). Nine months later, a little boy was born, named Henry Edward Fields-DiLaurentis. He was the most adorable thing in the world and Emily was glad he looked a lot more like Ali than her. Henry had blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, pretty much like Alison. Even so, they found some traces of Emily (or the male donor) in the shape of their baby's face and nose. But, above everything, Henry was healthy and beautiful. Recently, though, Alison approached her with the idea of having another baby. It surprised Emily even more that Ali wanted another baby and, this time, she offered to carry the egg. They chose a blond and blue-eyed donor and repeated the fertilization process. And Ali didn't know yet that it had worked.
"Mrs. Woods talked about the sea, Mommy!" Henry squealed and slid out from his backpack a teddy dolphin – the same one Ali had won Emily ten years ago. Henry loved that toy, almost as if he knew that it meant something to his mothers, "It's where Mr. Dolphin comes from, right?"
"That's right, big boy!" Emily popped a kiss on the top of his head, "You're very smart!"
"Can we go to the Aquarium later?!"
"Henry, let your mother breathe!" Alison interrupted as she walked through the door. It was incredible how Emily got butterflies in her stomach whenever Ali came into view, even though they've been together for almost ten years.
Henry ran to his other mom and tugged the blonde's hand, "Mama, can we go to the Aquarium, please?!"
Alison smiled softly. How could she say no to her baby boy? Henry's heart was as pure and caring as Emily's and he loved water as well. She would do anything to make him happy, even though she also knew that she had to be strict at times. She feared he might get out of control like she did in her teenage years. However, it's not like she and Emily were dysfunctional like her old family had been.
"Of course, you can, my love!" Her heart swelled when Henry grinned widely, "But only after you do your homework!"
"Yes, Mama!" He nodded happily and ran upstairs.
"I'm feeling so ignored right now," Emily whined, making Ali laugh at her fake pout. The blonde detoured around the counter slowly, never breaking eye contact with her wife. She stood next to Emily, so close that the brunette could feel Ali's breasts brushing against her back.
"Good afternoon, my wife," Alison whispered lovingly and leaned in to kiss Emily, dropping her hands to the barista's waist. Emily seized the opportunity to slide Ali's hands forward onto her stomach, where a small bump was growing noticeable. Alison noticed the bump and understood Emily's gesture, breaking their kiss to grin like a fool.
Emily smiled too, "I'm pregnant!"
And now... a sneak peek of the first chapter of 'Take me to church'
Going to church on Sunday has always been a part of Ali's routine. Her mom used to take her on her chest when she was barely a baby. She could remember going to church in the morning and then her parents would take her and her brother, Jason, to a picnic. Alison knew all the songs and most verses from the Bible. When she became an adult, Alison volunteered for teaching girls how to play soccer. Under the pastor's watch, of course. And now, as a married woman ready to begin a family, Alison still went to church and prayed that God give her a child - the only thing she needed to become a complete woman. Elliot, of course, was a Christian man as well. In fact, they met on a church event, which means that this church was a special place for the both of them.
"Alison, my dear, here you are!" Her mom, Jessica, guided Kenneth, her father, to the bench she was sitting with Elliot. Even though she left her home, Alison always met her parents at church and they seldom had lunch together afterward, "Good to see you too, Elliot."
"It's always a pleasure, Mrs. D!" In spite of their age gap, her parents have been supportive of their relationship. In fact, the whole Rosewood community has.
They stopped chattering when they heard the pastor's voice, always clear and soft. Alison, as many Christians, respected the pastor's words and would not speak until allowed so. When Mr. Woods preached, no one dared to talk.
"And, now, I must say something, my friends!" Woods began, "We, as Christians, cannot and must not stand and watch as our country treats homosexuality as if it was a normal thing. It isn't! God made the man and the woman, Adam and Eve."
"And, as Christians, how should we solve the problem?" A voice Alison had never heard broke the silence. She turned her head and watched as a woman rose from her bench as if she would dare to defy the pastor. Alison had never seen her, yet she looked so familiar. She was tall and slim, her hair was black, long, and wavy and her eyes were as hard as an oak. She was beautiful, Ali concluded, but there was something dark about her.
Mr. Woods seemed taken aback by the sudden question, but he cleared his throat and answer, "We should spread the word of Jesus, teach our kids what is right and what is wrong, and pray for the adults. God has shown us so many times that there is a way out of homosexuality."
The woman's eyes hardened, "So, you think we should get rid of homosexuality, right? That means we have to kill them!"
The people sitting on those benchs gasped in horror. Alison sat in shock as she tried to take in what that woman just said. Another woman, who was sitting right beside the one who stood up, tugged her friend.
"Emily, this isn't the place-"
"As Christians, we do not support murder of any kind," The pastor tried to explain, "But we also have to fight against sin."
"You fucking hypocrite!" The woman spat, "You're saying we should get rid of gays, but then you don't want to compromise with the blood on your hands!"
She - Emily was her name, Alison guessed, burst out of the church. The older woman followed her shortly.
"That woman seems quite disturbed," Elliot commented and squeezed her hand, "I don't want you anywhere near her."
"I don't even know her," Alison replied absent-mindedly. Whoever that woman was, she had caught her attention.