A/N: Ima back! Sorry for the wait, but I did not feel like writing at all last week! But today I'm in a surprisingly good mood, considering that I'm super stressed lol. It probs has ta do with PMSing but yeaaah lol sorry that was prob TMI but ya know me!

I edited this, and then my computer spazzed and got rid of my edits so mistakes are mine. Bleh.

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"Emily..." Paige's eyes were wide, but Emily was sure that her own eyes were wider. She glanced at Ali for a moment and saw the half awkward, half pissed off expression painting over her face. "Emily, I need to talk to you."

Emily took a deep breath. "I can't do this Paige." Trying to hold in her emotions, Emily slid past Paige and Ali stepped to the side, allowing her to enter the apartment.

"I'd say see you later, but I don't think I will," Emily heard Ali say to Paige, before the door closed. Emily set down her purse on the counter and took a deep breath. She turned around and saw Ali leaning against the door and looking at her with concern. "What'd she say?"

"Just a bunch of shit," Ali answered, and Emily saw her bite the inside of her lip.

"Like what?" Emily asked, prepared for what Paige probably said to Ali.

"She wanted to talk to you and tell you that she still loves you," Ali answered quietly, nodding slowly.

Emily sighed, letting her eyelids slide down over her eyes. She wasn't going to cry, because she knew that she really had nothing to cry over. It wasn't like she still loved Paige, because she didn't.

"Em?" Ali whispered.

Emily opened her eyes and met Alison's blue ones. "Hmm?"

"At first, it sounds like a really bad idea to talk to her at all, especially because she'll probably want you back and because she cheated on you and whatnot... but she's not going to rest until she talks to you," Ali said, to the point.

"You think I should talk to her?" Emily asked.

"Yes," Ali answered, but then she hesitated, "but I don't trust that bitch."

"I'll think about it," Emily said with a sigh, sitting down on one of the barstools. About twenty silent seconds later, Ali sat in the one next to her.

"Are you angry?" Ali wondered. "That she cheated on you?"

Emily nodded. "I don't love her anymore, but it still hurts that she would do something like that to me just hours after she said that she loved me. You know? It makes me mad that she thinks that I can just look past that. She should know that I'm not that kind of person."

"I have no idea why the hell anyone would cheat on you," Ali admitted. Emily's lips turned up into a small smile. She leaned forward and captured Alison's lips in her own. They kissed for a moment, but then Ali pulled away suddenly. "Um, Emily?"

"Yeah?" Emily asked, now concerned about Ali more than herself.

"Am I... am I your type?" Alison asked. Emily furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly. Why did Ali care about that stuff? Emily wasn't even sure that she had a type.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because uh, Paige told me that I'm not," Ali admitted, frowning. Emily reached her hands out and took Ali's hands into her own.

"I've only really dated three girls ever, Ali, and they were all different. You, Paige and Maya all have different appearances, and personalities and interests... I'm even sure that I have a type. Paige made that up to make you upset," Emily promised.

"Yeah well, it might be working," Alison muttered.

"Ali, you don't need to be upset. You are my type, because I'm not interested in anyone else except for you," Emily promised.

"Okay... so what did she mean when she said that you would never date someone like me?" Ali asked.

Emily sighed. "Alison, Paige has always been the jealous type. When she found out you were my girlfriend, she probably just got jealous over how beautiful and amazing you are, and how perfect you are for me, and started to lash out."

Ali chuckled, smiling. "Fine, let's stop talking about Paige then."

"That sounds like a good idea," Emily agreed, smiling and pulling Ali off of her barstool and closer to herself. She pulled the blonde onto her lap and joined their lips together in a fiery kiss. Emily got lost in the kiss, forgetting all about Paige and any of the drama she was causing. Everything was Ali and Emily and the heat between them.

Ali's hands moved from around Emily's neck to down to the small of her back. Her nails dragged over Emily's shirt, making the brunette shiver. Emily's hands were firmly wrapped around Ali's waist, keeping her up on her lap, but she carefully grabbed the bottom of Ali's shirt and pulled it upward swiftly. It bunched up under Ali's arms, and then the blonde pulled back a little to pull it off completely. She then pulled Emily's off of her.

Their lips joined again, and their bra-enclosed breasts bumped together in between them. Emily's hands trailed over Ali's exposed back until they found her bra clasp. She felt Ali fumbling with hers as well, and a few moments later, their bare chests merged together into one, causing both girls to moan. Emily was about to suggest that they move into the bedroom, but then there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Emily called, as Ali moved her lips down her neck. Emily tried as hard as she could to keep a loud moan from escaping her lips.

"Spencer," Spencer's voice announced, "I went home, but Toby was still out so I thought I'd come over here."

Emily groaned quietly, because she really didn't want Ali to stop sucking the skin on her neck, but they couldn't just reject Spencer. "Tell her to go away," Ali whispered against Emily's neck, before sucking again on the skin under her lips.

"One sec!" Emily called to Spencer, instead of what Ali had suggested. She wasn't just going to kick Spencer out.

Ali pulled back, pouting. Emily pulled her face close and they shared one more kiss before hopping up and putting their bras and shirts back on. "Safe to come in now?" Spencer asked, and Emily could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

"Yes," Ali called. Spencer entered the apartment and glanced between Ali and Emily. Emily blushed, because she knew that their lips were swollen and their lipstick was slightly smeared.

Spencer just shook her head and started to talk, "I saw this crazy, fuming redhead pacing in the lobby when I walked in."

Emily snapped to attention and glanced at Ali. Right when I'd practically forgotten the whole thing.

"She freaked out when I walked in and bolted."

"That's Paige," Emily explained. "My ex girlfriend. There was a bit of a dramatic situation with her when she was up here."

Ali just shook her head. "Let's order pizza."

Spencer left after they all had pizza, because Toby had finally finished working. As soon as she was gone, Emily saw Ali lock the front door. The brunette knew what was going through her girlfriend's mind.

Hardly a minute after Spencer left, Emily and Ali were laying on their bed, their skin burning with every touch to each other's skin. There was a certain urgency to it, but there was another emotion behind each touch and each kiss and each moan. Emily was sure that she knew what it was, but she'd already promised herself not to say that world to Ali until the blonde said it first.

The last thing she needed was to somehow scare Ali away.

Although, she had a feeling that it wouldn't be as easy as it sounded to do that, which was good. Emily was in so deep with Alison already; she wasn't sure that she would survive if she lost her. It was just something about her, something that made her so much different than any other girl that Emily had known.

It was about ten o'clock when they finished their activities, and they laid curled up together in the bed, stripped of all their clothes. Emily had her arms wrapped around Ali, so that her hands rested protectively on her stomach. Neither of them were speaking, and Emily was just about sure that Alison was asleep.

But then, the blonde's phone went off from the bedside table. Ali groaned. "I don't wanna move," she muttered. Emily chuckled and hoisted herself up onto her arm, reaching for Ali's ringing phone. She read off the contact name.

"It's your mom."

Ali took the phone and answered it. "Hey mom."

Emily could hear her mom talking on the other end of the line. "Hey, sweetie! How are you?"

"I'm great," Ali answered, scooting backwards and further into Emily's front. Emily smiled and tightened her hold around her girlfriend.

"Good to hear! So, I think I can dinner with you and Emily on Wednesday."

"Wednesday works," Ali agreed, smiling.

"Great! So, you two can come here at six on Wednesday, sound good?"

"Sounds like a plan. I can't wait for you to meet her," Ali said, and Emily could hear the grin in her voice.

"I can't wait to meet her," Jessica DiLaurentis promised, chuckling. "Goodnight, sweetie! See you Wednesday!"

"Goodnight, mom!" She hung up the phone. "Wednesday is good, right babe?"

Emily smiled. "Yep, it's perfect." She placed a soft kiss on Ali's shoulder, causing the blonde to shiver. She felt herself getting suddenly sleepy. "Goodnight, Ali."

"Goodnight, Em."

Oooh ooh ooh! Em is gonna meet Ms. Di! :D Exciting!

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