Welcome back to the chapter you've all been waiting for.

Was that number count correct? Is this chapter really this long? 'Tis is, my friend.

Now, last chapter was preeeetty heavy, I cannot deny. And truth be told, I feel kinda bad giving you guys the long, awaited smut, just for it to be overtaken by the tragic story. However, now you see what makes Alison who she is. You've all had theories about Alison's past and what she's been through and now you got the real deal answers. Now what happens after and how Emily deals with everything is the next question. Something you will see in this chapter. I hope you're somewhere comfortable because this right here? This right is a long trip.

Fun fact: this chapter pretty much has a "soundtrack" so to speak as I noticed. For best reading experience, lay/sit somewhere quietly, plug in your headphones and listen along to the selected music at the time played. Now you ain't goooottaaa but I feel that it'll put you directly into the story while you read along.

Does this mean I have to put a disclaimer, thingy?

DISCLAIMER: None of these are my songs. I do not own them. If they were, I wouldn't be on this site. (yes i probably would)

Alright homies, I'll see you all at the end where I have some pretty interesting news…

OMG THEY SAID THE THING VVVV

CHAPTER #29: Trouvaille

Italics means thoughts, emphasized word or action. Bolded is a flashback. (….) is an indication that time has passed.

"All of this hype about the Royal Wedding makes me wish I lived in England. It's literally the only thing you see on TV now!"

"Have you seen Kate's dress? Alexander McQueen with a nine foot train? God, I damn near had an orgasm when she stepped out of that car."

Aria and Hanna go back and forth as they lounge in Spencer's kitchen along with Spencer and Emily with their eyes stuck to the TV. They snack on whatever food was available to them as Spencer slowly spun around in her stool, scrolling through her Facebook feed.

"And she's gorgeous." Emily adds onto the round of compliments as she watched the live coverage of everything Royal with a half-eaten kiwi in her hand, "Prince William is so lucky to get a woman like that. Princess Diana would be so proud."

"Hey, be careful. You don't want to get Spencer riled up with her theories again." Aria nudges Emily non-secretively, keeping her eyes on Spencer as she mocked her with a smile knowing that her words were going to get a reaction out of her.

"Shut up, Aria." Spencer glances up from her phone briefly to snarl back in response, feeding right into Aria's game, "Don't act like you and I both didn't sit there for an hour watching that Princess Diana documentary."

Aria pouts her lips, bouncing her head from side to side in thought, "…..You're right. I just find it so sad that-"

"Holy shit…" Spencer cuts off Aria's statement with her mouth dropped in pure and utter shock. All girls shift their attention to her with the news broadcast becoming background noise as she lifted up the phone closer to her face almost if she couldn't believe she was reading what was right in front of her.

"What?" the other three girls collectively ask as they separately tried to read and decipher Spencer's facial expression.

Spencer takes a moment to peel herself from the phone before she slowly turned her face to look at her friends. Her eyes drop for a second, glancing all over her floor as she tried to process all this new information that was starting to overwhelmed her.

"Spencer, what happened?" Aria pushed, now getting out of her chair to walk over to the lost brunette.

"Did you find out that your favorite actor was short again?" Hanna cocks her head to the side with a small smirk as she took a bite of the last chocolate donut Spencer's mom had dropped off before she left to run errands.

Spencer's eyes sadly drift back up to Hanna's smug smile and Emily's concerned face as she feels Aria gently pulling her phone out of her hand, "…Mrs. DiLaurentis got into a car accident."

"Really?" Emily gasps on beat after, instantly putting her fruit on the empty plate besides her. She reached for the remote across from the kitchen island and put the TV on mute so that Spencer had the complete floor to herself to explain what the hell she was saying.

"Where?" Hanna's face falls a bit after finding out the situation was more serious than a joke she thought it to be.

"Is she okay?" Aria looks between Spencer and her phone as she quickly scrolled up and down Spencer's feed to find the source of the news she had just inquired.

"…She died…"

The room suddenly became quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Too quiet, too fast.

Aria gradually lets her hands fall down to her sides as she and the rest of the girls stared at Spencer. Nobody knew what to say. What do you say when you find out a well-known woman, mother, and member of the community has passed away? It wasn't as if Mrs. DiLaurentis was some stranger, everyone knew her. Everyone knew all of the DiLaurentis'. Whether or not you liked them, you knew who they were. Becoming incredibly restless now, Spencer gets out of her chair and begins pacing in front of her kitchen. The girls continue to stare at her in silence as the brunette began biting her nails out of anxiousness.

"You're bullshitting." Hanna becomes the first to say something, however, her choice of wording makes Emily, Aria, and Spencer snap their necks in her direction with vexation, Emily and Aria calling out her name for such remark.

"Why would I wish death on somebody's mother, Hanna?!" Spencer shakenly barks back a little harder than she wanted to. She throws her hands at Aria who still held onto her phone, "It's all over Facebook!"

"Oh my god…" Emily whimpers out as she checked her own Facebook feed. Spencer wasn't bullshitting. Mrs. DiLaurentis was in a fatal car crash with two other vehicles. There was even photos of the scene. Her stomach churned unlike anything else as she scrolled to see all the comments and posts people were currently making towards the accident.

"She's my fuckingneighbor." Spencer muttered to herself as she began pacing uneasily again, still not being able to let the news sink in, "They-they-they live right next door to me and sh-she fucking died!"

Emily blinks as the recollection of that fatal Sunday played over in her head for the 163rd time. With the sun high in the sky and its rays pouring into Emily's whole 1st floor, she lies awake on her couch as Alison lays facing her, her hands securely around Emily's neck as she nuzzled her face into the brunette's chest. There was a blanket over the two but Emily had it mostly covering Alison's naked body that was still covered her light robe, probably retaining zero body heat. Throughout the night, with her chin resting on top of Alison's head, Emily slipped her hand inside the blonde's garment and caressed her fingers in small shapes on her warm back. Their legs intertwined within each other and bodies snuggled with Emily's mind continuing to run rampant from their last conversation to now early in the morning. She did not sleep a wink. How could she? She wasn't even able to take in the fact that she made love to the girl of her dreams without her mind drifting off to the bombshells of the night. To know that Alison has been walking around with that burden on her back, those memories seared into her mind, her regret that crippled her every move was overwhelming to Emily. The fact that she didn't notice is enough to make her kick herself. All this time. Not just here but years ago, as well. She saw how dark and down Alison had become and not once did she consult her. She could have made a difference somewhere if she had just….talked to her. She had many of opportunities to do so: at the funeral, in classes, passing periods, when school ended, she had way more than enough chances.

And Jason.

How fucking dare he?

Yes, he lost a mother too and was just as devastated as Alison and their father, but how fucking dare he? The mental and emotional abuse was over the line, tremendously. And if she was being honest, if she wasn't in her right mind, she would hunt him down and kick his ass to give him a dose of abuse that was more physical. From the depressed breakdown to medications and psychiatrist visits, Emily tries to remember any moment, if there was any at all, when Alison didn't seem like….herself. Just then, a moment came into her head that she was surprised that she completely disregarded. She reaches behind her where her phone laid and unlocked it, quickly going to the internet as she tried to make the least amount of movement to prevent Alison from waking up. The brunette types in the URL of a particular website she frequents from time and time and started typing in key words within its search bar.

BLOOD

To dream that others are bleeding signifies an emotional cry for help. If blood is squirting everywhere, then the dream implies that you are experiencing some deep emotional stress. You are literally bursting.If you dream of blood on the walls, then it is a warning of sorts. There is a situation that you need to confront. You cannot avoid it any longer.

BEHEAD

To dream that you or someone else is being beheaded signifies poor judgment or a bad decision that you have made and regretted. You are not thinking clearly and are refusing to see the truth. You need to confront the situation or the person despite the pain and discomfort you might feel in doing so.

DEATH

To dream about the death of a loved one suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies.

CREATURE

To see a faceless creature in your dream indicates a situation you are refusing to see or confront, but are aware of it in some passive way. This dream also suggests that something in your life is bringing up feelings of fear and insecurities.

PARALYZED

Symbolically, dreaming that you are paralyzed means you are feeling helpless or pinned down in some aspects or circumstances of your waking life. You may feel unable to deal with a situation or change anything. Alternatively, the dream suggests that you are feeling emotionally paralyzed. You have difficulties expressing your feelings.

Emily contemplates all of the acquired information that she researched from Alison's big night of horror. With a dream as vivid with symbolisms everywhere as she had, Emily figured that it could possibly mean something…

At that moment, Alison begins moving, causing Emily to put down her phone and glance at the blonde who was starting to flutter her eyes open. Adjusting to the light and where she was, Alison blinks several times before she looked up at Emily who gave her a soft and warm smile.

"Hi, baby." Emily whispers as she stroked the top of Alison's head, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Alison tiredly responses back in a meek voice. She flickers her eyes a few more times until she fully came to grips that she was lying on the couch, still naked but covered and cuddling with Emily. It wasn't long before the memories of the night prior come flooding back quicker than she had wanted to. She felt almost instantly draining just from the thoughts of it. Alison's shift in her body position made Emily stir a bit as well, thinking that the blonde was going to get up. Emily changes from laying on her side to rolling onto her back to give Alison her space, however, all that Alison does is move with Emily. She gets in closer to her, laying on top of half of her body with her leg sliding between Emily's legs and her face nestled into the crook of her neck, right up against the side of her face. Emily follows Alison's lead fairly quickly and allows her to get cozy. No words are exchanged, no signs of discomfort, just them on the couch embracing one another. Alison's arm rests on Emily's chest, her fingers lightly trailing along the bottom half of Emily's face as Emily rubs her hand up and down Alison's back, touching all of her. Resting in silence as the muffled sounds of Philadelphia's already busy streets created ambience, Alison places a small yet lingering kiss on Emily's neck before she closed her eyes again and nuzzled deeper into the brunette like a kitten burrowing into a warm body, trying to get as close as she physically can. And it was at this moment, Emily finally allowed herself to shut her eyes as well, already feeling enough sense of ease to temporarily drift away.

…..

Alison towel dries her hair with one lasting fluff before she put her things away and zipped up her overnight bag. Throwing the straps over her shoulder, Alison takes a second to admire the room she stood in. Starting from the stairs that she teasingly lead Emily up; to the by the closet where she and Emily kissed and was disrobed; to the bed where Emily picked her up and set her down on top of, starting their passionate love making. The bed was still unmade with the indentation inside the sheets that showed where their naked bodies once laid. Alison tilts her head to the side as she loses herself in thought, remembering different moments of that time. She couldn't tell you how long they lasted for but to her, it felt like hours with each second stretched out to long minutes. The blonde drops her head with a small smile before she turns her body towards the stairs to leave.

Emily sees Alison walking down her stairs with a bag over her shoulders, clean clothes, and damp hair that fell down her back. She flashes her a smile as she placed down the takeover boxes from earlier that morning on the dining table, reheated and scent filling the whole apartment.

"There she is. All fresh and clean."

Alison chuckles as she pulls out a chair and sets her bag by her feet, "Totally forgot we had this leftover."

"Yep. Fried chicken for breakfast. Very nutritious, if I may add." Emily lets out a small laugh as she sits down besides the blonde with her own plate already prepared and orange juice to accompany.

Alison starts picking out the contents of food from the available boxes to feed a stomach that didn't have much to eat earlier, "While I was uhm…getting myself together, I noticed something." Alison moves her hair to the opposite side of her neck and leans her head to the right to an Emily curiously bending in, her eyes narrowed at the exposed flesh.

"Ah…" Emily exhales as she goes back to her food, scooping her fries into a dollop of ketchup, "yeaaaah….see," Emily chews, looking back at Alison with a certain head nod, "That's what the kids would call a hickey." she leans her head back, brushing her hair to the side to show the front of her neck to the blonde who also inspects, "You gave me a pretty fair share, as well. And really visible, no less."

Alison shyly giggles as she peers her eyes away from Emily. If there was no proof of how much she crazily desired Emily last night, there was now.

Emily nods as she took another bite of her food, "Luckily for you, makeup is one helluva miracle worker."

Alison's smile slowly begins to fade as she stared down at the table. Without her realizing, she was sitting in the exact same chair she sat in last night when she broke down her walls for Emily. Although a touching moment, it was something she secretly found herself regretting. "I….I wanted to say sorry for last night." Emily's attention was caught with the blonde's words, making her look up at her to notice her soft and sadden appearance, "The random attack, the crying…. I really hate how I did that."

"No, no don't apologize." Emily instantly speaks up, reaching over to place her hand on top of Alison's, reassuringly, "Don't ever apologize for that. It doesn't make me look at you any differently. You're still the girl who waltzed in my apartment with some…incredibly sexy lingerie, whipping me around like you owned the place."

Alison's face lights up a shade, finding her way back to Emily's playful eyes and warm smile. It never ceases to amaze her how easily Emily could turn an insecurity of hers to a potential strength. Ever since she met her again, Emily would not tolerate any self-negativity that came out of Alison. Just another reason to add why she's falling for her.

"Thank you," she bows her head to look down at Emily's hand rested over hers. She watched the brunette rub her thumb smoothly over the back of her hand as she tried to get all of her thoughts in one place, "It's just….it gets hard, you know? Some days it's more overwhelming than others."

"I completely understand that. I can't even imagine what that burden feels like." Emily's head tilts to the side, carefully watching over Alison. She wanted her to feel comfortable and express her feelings but, at the same time, she didn't want a continuation of last night where angry tears are streaming and breathing becomes a challenge.

"I just wish I could talk to her again….just to say hi…"

Emily pushes her plate forward a few inches and turns her body to face Alison. Now reaching for both of her hands, Emily directs Alison to face her as well as she scooted to the edge of her seat to get closer to the blonde, "If there is one thing I know, it's that your mom might be gone but she has never left you." Emily softly begins as she holds Alison's blue eyes in her gaze, "One random day you're going to be going about your day and will look in the mirror and you will see her. You'll see something within you that will vaguely look like your mother. And then that's when you will realize that she was with you this whole time, helping you shape into the beautiful young woman that you've became." Emily stretches out a hand to hold onto the side on Alison's face, causing her to lean into Emily's warm touch as she kept her sad, longing looks on her.

"Besides, I know she's proud of you. I know it." Emily softly smiles,"There's no mother in the world that wouldn't be ecstatically proud of their daughter's accomplishments, like getting into fashion school as you did. Doing what you like to you, I know she's satisfied that she raised such a smart and respectable DiLaurentis. And with that, she can rest knowing that she doesn't have much to worry about."

Alison slowly nods in her in agreement, not only understanding what Emily was telling her but with a notion that she probably was right. Even though she has spent years thinking of this exact topic, of whether her mother was proud of her, just hearing Emily say it made it all the more realer. It didn't hurt that her touch comforted Alison more than she expected. So much so that she started feeling the sting behind her eyes as tears started to form at the brim of her bottom eyelids. Alison mentally scolded herself repeatedly to not cry, to not do this again, but other than Dr. Elliott, she's never had the outlet to talk about her family's situation and all of this support was getting overwhelming for her.

"I swear you are something else." Alison smiles gently as she reaches her own hand to cover Emily's. Both their hands entangle and fall down into Alison's lap where she spend some time staring at, "This…." she shakes her head with a inhale of air, trying to find the words-any word she could to describe how she was feeling.

"Trouvaille..." Alison whispers to herself in a low murmur of her best imitation of a French accent.

Emily raises a brow curiously, not sure if she heard Alison correctly, barely making out what she said, "Trouvaille?"

"It means something awesome, discovered by chance or stumbled on. Like when you walk in an unknown neighborhood, take a few wrong turns and bam..." Alison slowly turns to face Emily, rubbing her thumb on Emily's hand as she gazed into the dreamy brown eyes she grew to lose herself in, "You discover a beautiful park no one has ever told you about…Trouvaille."

…..

Coming down her stairs freshly showered and dressed up with all of her things that she needed for the day, Emily walks over to the couch to set her bag down, making sure everything was in there for her classes this morning.

"So when should you be done-when are you coming back?" Alison asks as she patiently sits on the couch beside Emily, casually watching her double-check over her things.

"Uhm…..First class starts a 9 today…." Emily flips her hair out of her face as she pulls out her phone and unlocks it, "I should be done around 1 if my professor lets us out early. Then I have some time to kill before my shift at 4."

"Oh, okay…" Alison nods to herself as she kept her eyes on Emily. Her hands find themselves smoothing over her jeans like an iron, going over her thighs over and over again with the tapping of Emily's fingers on her phone in the now quiet apartment. After a few seconds pass, the silence became increasingly noticeable.

"What about you?" Emily speaks up, briefly glancing down at Alison who was already looking at her before she went back to her phone screen, "What about your classes?"

Alison changes her sights to her hands, nodding accordingly, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I have classes today too. Starts at 11."

"Okay." Emily responds with her attention fully set on her phone still, "Good, good…"

The apartment sits silent once again…

"So, I'll drive you over to your place." Emily sighs as she locks her phone, sliding it into her back pocket before she goes into her bag again. This time, she pulls out one of her class binders.

"Okay." Alison absent-mindedly taps away at her leg, lost within her own thought clouding her mind. She leans over and picks up her bag that sat her feet and placed it over her shoulder, knowing Emily was moments away from getting ready to leave, "What happens if you…don't go to classes today?" Alison looks up at Emily to read her reaction.

"Well, firstly, I'll miss whatever lesson was taught today, I'd miss labs which is guaranteed work," Emily flips through a few pages of her notes, skimming the words on each sheet quickly with her eyes, "There would be a lot of catching up for me to do for skipping just one day. Especially a Monday."

"Well, you wouldn't want to do that, huh?" the blonde's voice carries on for a bit before trailing off back into the quiet. Emily hums out her response as she read something silently to her herself. It wasn't long before she closed her book, putting it back into her bag and zipped it up. She peeked a glance at Alison who had just taken her eyes off the brunette as soon as she turned her head.

Emily narrows her eyes at her oddly behaved girlfriend, feeling like something was off, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah-no I'm fine." Alison quickly nods her head, waving her hand dismissively with small smile, "Just wondering."

"Alright, well," Emily yanks up her bag and tosses the strap over shoulder as she swipes her keys resting on the seat of the couch. She turns her body to face Alison, keys jingling in hand, "Let's go."

…..

Crawling her vehicle to a stop at the front of Alison's apartment, Emily pushes her foot onto the break and uses her idle hand to unlock the doors, "Here you go. Safe and sound in only two minutes." Emily's eyes check the time on her dashboard monitor with a small sense of humor, "I think it's a new record. Last time took two minutes and twenty-four seconds." she smiles as she looks over at Alison in the passenger seat, staring outside her window quietly. Emily smile wipes away as she takes in her overall attitude. Out of nowhere, something seemed off with her. They were fine this morning during breakfast, even sharing a few laughs, but ever since Emily went to take a shower, it's as if something happened. Either she heard some bad news or was still sad about everything, Emily just couldn't pinpoint where this was coming from. The brunette shifts her car into park, turning herself completely towards the passenger seat. "Alison, are you sure you're okay?"

Alison turns around to meet Emily's concerned eyes, almost as if she was snapped out of a daydream, "Yeah, I'm fine. Still kinda loopy from the small sleep I had, I guess."

"I'm sorry about that." Emily grimaces a bit, knowing that it was a long night. After everything they did and went through last night, they only got about three hours of shut eye. Ah, correction. Alison got three hours of shut eye, Emily only had about 20 minutes, "Well, you don't have to go until 11 so maybe you could sneak a quick power nap in."

Alison nods and looks over at time, 8:35am, less than half an hour until she has to be in class. She's going to have to start leaving like right now.

"Next time, we'll make a rule," Emily taps on her steering wheel, declaring with a new idea, "nothing past 2am on a school night. That way w-"

Alison lunges herself out of her seat just to grab Emily's open jacket mid-sentence and tug her body into hers, sealing whatever she was about to say with a kiss. Emily stares at Alison with wide eyes, trying to understand what's happening as Alison has hers closed. The moment Alison's lips started moving against hers, taking in her bottom lip with steady eagerness, Emily relaxed her suddenly tense body and eased herself to kiss Alison back. This impulse and unexpected move reminds Emily of their theater experience where Alison mostly led while she followed close behind. She doesn't quite know what causes these bursts but she is certainly not complaining on any level. Letting go of Emily's jacket and raising her hands to cup her face, Alison leaves one last slow kiss, keeping her lips pressed against Emily's for a few seconds before she gently pulled back, letting a sigh escape her with her eyes still closed. Her hands holds Emily's face still while she collected herself, taking her time to open her eyes to see the opposite pair of brown ones staring back at her, almost curiously.

"I'm sorry…." Alison mumbles cautiously as she gazes back at the brunette, lightly stroking her cheek with every word, "I shouldn't have cut you off."

Emily shakes her head within the blonde's warm, small hands, "No, it's okay." she whispers back a little too quickly, "I…I wasn't saying anything anyway."

Alison securely holds Emily motionless within her car. There could have been a person standing right in front of the hood of the vehicle, witnessing everything nosily and neither of them would have noticed. They were so lost within each other -something they were starting to do often- that if they were synced in a moment, the world could be burning all around them and they wouldn't see the fire.

They wouldn't smell the smoke.

They wouldn't hear the screams.

The only thing they could do is hear the light beating of each other's hearts with the color of their eyes painting a picture of their future. Although it's only been a few months, Alison has never felt so connected to someone before. Not this fast. Not this deep.

"Be safe at school, okay?" in furrowed brows and a lightly wilted demeanor, the tips of her fingers caress the skin right underneath Emily's ears as she pulls her in closer to the point Emily could almost feel the letters of Alison's words on her lips. Alison gazes at her, waiting for Emily's answer as she if she needed reassurance that she was going to be safe when they separate from one another.

"I will." Emily whispers as her eyes involuntarily fell to Alison's lips that basically hovered in front of hers. Her eyes raise back up just as Alison leaned into her once more, only settling for a single kiss. Nothing too sexual, no tongue, just her lips rested against the pair of full, soft ones that she really felt comforted by. When the kiss ended, Alison lets go of Emily, goes back into her seat to bend forward for her bag, and unlocks her door all in one swift motion. Without looking back, Alison hops out the car and closes the door behind her on her way to the double entrance doors of her apartment. Emily watches Alison leave her in what seemed to be a rush into the building, disappearing behind a couple that had exited just as she entered.

Emily sits there for a second, making sure she's in safely –as she always do- but instead of just taking off, she sits there quietly for a moment, taking in everything that just happened. Something was off, she felt it.

….Did she…?

Was…something off?

Their last minute faintly reminded her of their first kiss, how Alison was a bit hesitant a few seconds before she leaped in and made her move. She had to keep telling herself that all of this was still new to Alison so she's not going to be 100% all the time with her emotions. But yet again, Emily will never complain about being kissed.

"Like a sports team, the brain is created with various parts that all have separate jobs to provide a healthy, fully functioning brain. With each their own role, the brain is divided into three different components: the forebrain, the midbrain, and the hindbrain. The forebrain is the biggest part of the brain and also the most complex being so highly developed. It's holds one half of the cerebrum and the inner brain sitting underneath it. The forebrain is responsible for everything intellectual. This is where you would have all of all your stored away memories, information retention, imagination, thinking process, and allows you to identify people…"

The sound of Emily's professor's voice drowns out between her ears as she keeps to herself inside her notebook. From first glance, Emily appears to be listening, taking notes of her professor's lecture, however, if you were able to get into her forebrain, you would see that she was just scribbling away pointless shapes as she lost herself within her own imagination and thoughts. All day she has been thinking about Alison so much so that it was distracting her studies. But, she refused to hold herself accountable. Not only did they get extremely close during Alison's opening up, they had sex. Although their blissful intimacy was overshadowed by some very depressing story-telling right after, the fact still remained.

They had sex.

Classes or not, Emily was going to recollect her memories and drift off in a daze thinking about it as she continued to draw swirls in the corner of her current note-taking page.

…..

"Okay so…I have a question. Well, more like concern."

"And I may have an answer or solution. Lay it on me."

Alison fidgets with her fingers a bit as she took in a wisp of air. Dr. Elliott waits on her with an inviting smile, encouraging to speak her mind.

"The most weirdest thing happened recently. After the long awaited, heavily anticipated moment," Alison tilts her head to the side, trying to find the right words as she felt all a huge heat wave swarming all over her face. She softly chuckles to herself, tongue pressed in cheek, as she looked down at the floor, "Emily and I…"

"Had sex?" Dr. Elliott attempts to finish Alison's sentence with a small grin now spreading out.

Alison soft chuckle turns into a bashful smile as she feels as if she was a little girl telling her friends that she finally kissed her crush with everyone 'oohing', 'aahing' and just genuinely cheering her on. She nods her head still smiling, looking back up at her psychiatrist, "Yeah."

"That was an anticipated moment!" Dr. Elliott leans forward in her chair, excited for Alison and her accomplishment, "Almost like the main event at a pay-per-view boxing match, congratulations." Everything coming out her of her mouth was sincere. She's been on this road since the beginning and to see Alison turn from this broken, dark grey girl to a bloomed, radiating person she deserved to be. Watching the transformation was something entirely remarkable and she's not only happy that Emily was able to be there for her and support her but that Alison allowed herself to be pleased with life again.

"Yes, well what a main event it was." Alison raises her eyebrows in agreement before she brought them back down to narrow them, letting a thought she had let take the place of her initial contentment, "But…there was something that happened that I don't know what to make of it."

Dr. Elliot shifts slightly in her chair, with pen and notepad in hand, she gets ready for any serious concerns Alison may have, "Okay, what was it?"

"Well," Alison clears her throat as she straightens her body posture, "for starters, while we were….in the middle of it, out of nowhere I just felt overwhelmed and started tearing up." the blonde begins her story-telling with a heavy sense of uncertainty and confusion, "Now I felt it coming for a good second but no matter how much I tried to hold back, it wasn't going away. And because of that sudden feeling, I just started crying randomly and I know it freaked Emily out because of how random it was. But around that time, when we both finished, the most….massive wave of….euphoria hit me. I just needed to kiss her." Alison emphasized, remembering flashes of that night and exactly what she was feeling, "Anywhere. Everywhere. But….oddly said during one moment, I was almost sad when she….pulled out of me?" she closes her eyes and shakes her head, knowing she was sounding like a crazy girl just rambling on, knowing every word she speaks goes as a point against her.

"It was the craziest thing I've ever experienced. Then after everything was completely done and over with, the next morning-" Alison scoots forward to the edge of chair in means of clarifying herself before she continued, "firstly, I'm not a clingy person. I've never been that type of girl."

"Right." Dr. Elliot confirms as she unclicks her pen and sets her pad on her lap.

"But that morning, she was getting ready for classes and I knew she was going to drop me off at my place but I felt this….this…." Alison glances up towards the celling, trying find the next set of words that she knew was going to make her sound ludicrous, "I felt this fear of separating, like I didn't want her to leave my sight as if I knew something bad was going to happen. Something like that?" Alison squints her eyes with doubt as Dr. Elliott slowly nodded her head back in response to her situation.

Great. I'm a freaking loon. She sees me as a basket-case now, way to go.

"So, I tried to stay around as long as I could." Alison still pushes on, "I actually think she noticed how I was just oddly lingering around but I just didn't want to leave her. I didn't want her to leave me." she lets out a ridiculing laugh as she shakes her head, biting the corner of her bottom lip with her eyes drifting back up to the celling, "I seriously almost cried when she went to drop me off. Is this one of the major side effects of the meds you gave me? Clingy woman syndrome? Because this shit is preposterous."

The redheaded psychiatrist lets out a good-spirited laugh, setting her tools on top of the small coffee table besides her. Out of all the reactions Alison expected, laughing was not one of them and it threw her back a bit. She knew she seemed crazy but she didn't expect to be laughed at. Not by her long-trusted help.

Dying her chuckle down to a cheerful beam, Dr. Elliott sighs as she leaned back into her seat, eyeing Alison for a brief second. "Sounds like you caught a pretty intense wave of oxytocin."

"Oxytocin?" the blonde repeats with a side-eye, more confused than she was ten seconds earlier, "You didn't prescribe me that…"

"Oh no," Dr. Elliot passively corrects her as she sits up, "Oxytocin is a hormone, a chemical release in your brain."

The look of perplexity on Alison's face didn't change at this information. Only intensified.

The doctor nods her head with a raise of her hand, ready to dive into her weekly explanation of science, "Acting as a neurotransmitter in the brain, when we hug or kiss a loved one, our oxytocin levels increases. All you need is the simple act of bodily contact -romantic or not- and it will cause your brain to release low levels of oxytocin in both parties. It's a near-instantaneous way to establish trust. Even pets have oxytocin releases. When a person is away for the day and finally comes home, you notice how dogs typically sprint to their owners? Wagging their bodies in all different directions as they tackle them?"

Alison nods, never having a family dog but knowing how they get whenever she came across one.

"They released levels of oxytocin that made them happy and safe. But oxytocin is also called many things like "love hormone" because it's usually associated with helping couples establish a greater sense of intimacy and attachment. When you're sexually aroused or excited, oxytocin levels increase in your brain significantly, especially when an orgasm is happening." the change in Alison's face softened, now getting intrigued as she hears words that she wasn't too familiar with but very interested in knowing what the hell was going on with her. "During the orgasm itself, which sometimes can be quite strong, the brain is flooded with oxytocin. The euphoria, pleasure, and the warmth you felt were the result of release of the various neurotransmitters."

Emily swiftly climbed up Alison's body, just for her face to be grabbed in Alison's hands and brought down for a feverish kiss. She felt out of control. Her hands ran down Emily's hot cheeks, down her neck, and onto Emily's body now, begging to be held, to be touched. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the fears and apprehensions she previously possessed. Then and there, it was about feeling good: nothing more, nothing less. She used this time to regain to her senses from the immense, overpowered shock she just endured. But throughout this whole time, she had the weirdest combination of emotions. She wanted to prologue this experience as long as she could and she was going to do anything and everything she could to do it.

"Now the crying could be a couple of things," Dr. Elliott crosses her arms, spewing out information as if she had the internet attached to her glasses, "the release, the inner-feeling of being vulnerable, the overwhelming feeling of you being closer to your partner….and in large doses, right after an orgasm, it causes attachment, imprinting, and instant bonding for a couple. It's responsible for making you feel attached to another person. That feeling is such a great and wanted emotion that they've recreated it so you can have that large wave at any time." she leans back with almost a satisfied smirk on her face, "like ecstasy."

"Really…" Alison's eyes drift off to the side as she completely drowns herself in the overload of facts that she has been hit with. So she wasn't crazy or having these weird obsessive like feelings. It was just her brain being….happy.

The psychiatrist reads the blonde for a moment, allowing everything to sink in. The room sits quiet for a long five seconds before she decided to speak up again, "Do you remember when I first asked you if you liked Emily and you said yes?"

This sudden inquiring causes Alison's bowed head to lift back up to a more serious and focused doctor. "Yes." Alison recalls. After her and Emily have been seeing each other almost every other day, Dr. Elliott questioned Alison's feelings. At first she denied any kind of emotion towards her but after a while, the word 'no' became harder and harder to say.

"Remember a few weeks later I asked you if you trusted her and you said yes?"

"I do."

"That right there, that alone is something." the doctor drives her idea home with a point of her finger, "As a growing teen, Alison….you didn't trust anybody. And now, as you come into adulthood, your establishment of trust? Excluding me?" Dr. Elliott held up two fingers. Not saying anything immediately after, the office became silent again as she kept her hand up. Alison stared at the woman's index and middle finger, unknowingly what to make of it as Dr. Elliott stared back at her, "It's only within two people….and neither of them are your father nor Jason." Dr. Elliott pauses again, letting the constant silence between the two of them speak words of realization into Alison. "Two people in this entire world you trust….. Two people….That's it. Amy and Miranda."

Alison chews on the inside of her bottom lip as she began to gently bounce her leg. The all too familiar stinging behind her eyes made her uneasy as she had her sights locked onto her psychiatrist's two fingers. As Dr. Elliott then dropped her hand back into her lap, Alison eyes didn't move. All she can could do this blink. Blinking herself into another place, those words linger in her ears although no one was talking. Dr. Elliot gave Alison this moment to herself to ponder over.

"But you trust Amy and Miranda as if they were your sisters." Dr. Elliot's voice comes in softer than before, studying Alison's meditative face still a bit lost, "In a romantic way, you said that you trust Emily, correct?"

Alison slowly nods her head with her eyes finally moving up to meet the older woman's.

"Well….now your body is backing up your words." the doctor smiles with nothing but hope for the blonde, "You're now becoming emotionally and physically connected to Emily."

3 Weeks Later…..

With loud music surrounding their every move, happy exclamations coming from both younger and older souls, and the smell of fresh concessions engulfing their senses, Emily and Alison excitedly walk to an open table with a pair of shoes in their hands.

"Okay, I could do a lot of things," Emily slides her feet out of her boots and loosens her blue and black rentals to change into, "But roller-skating is not one of them."

"You're a swimmer. Your legs are your strength." Alison causally responds as she unties her own shoes with her white and pink quad skates beside her.

"Yeah, in water. I have wheels underneath my feet that I do not have full control of." the brunette ceases all movement as she turns to Alison with a guarded and wry face, "This is actually very dangerous. Why are we here again?"

Alison rolls her eyes with a brief laugh, now tightening her securely fitted skates, "Oh, stop it. It's not hard. Just how you push yourself in the water, all you gotta do is push yourself. In both occasions, you're gliding."

"Do you know how to skate?"

"Eh, I know how to balance and move up and down. When I was younger, I would go down south to my grandma's house and skate here and there with my cousins." With her skates on, Alison stands up from their table and swivels around to face Emily who was struggling to stand comfortably on her feet.

"Well, you're gonna have to help me because I'm going to busting my ass." the brunette reaches her arms out to hold onto Alison's shoulders as she slowly rolled closer to her. Alison giggles and gradually leads Emily out to the skating rink where the music played loud and the people flew fast.

…..

"Got a feeling that I'm going under, but I know that I'll make it out alive!
If I quit calling you my lover. Move on…You watch me bleed until I can't breathe!"

"Oh my god." Alison cracks up with her eyes squinted so tightly that she could barely see out of them as Emily held a hawk grip on both of her wrists, keeping her eyes on the floor of the rink, "You look like a frozen little squirrel right now. Like Scrat from Ice Age." Alison giggles as she continued to roll backwards, guiding Emily. Not getting in the middle of the floor for everyone to see, with the current airwave hit, Stiches from Shawn Mendez giving them something to train with, Alison kept Emily in the far back corner where it was just them practicing. They decided to wait to come to the rink towards the night where it would be dark and the strobe lights would be in full effect. Plus, when 8pm hit, the floor was going to be reserved to ages 18 and up and they wanted to be a part of that crowd. However, as it started getting dark and all ages were still on the floor, Emily regretted their timing since the moving lights started getting her dizzy.

"They're all laughing at me, I know it." Emily mutters with her stiffened body and wobbling legs, occasionally glancing up at the random crowd of people skating all around them, floating effortlessly.

"Nobody is laughing at you."

"Yes, they are. Those kids are making fun of me because I can't stand up straight."

Alison turned her head to survey the party-goers, looking for anyone in particularly who looks like they're watching and/or mocking Emily. She doesn't see anyone that that fit the brunette's description but went to tend to her anyways. "Don't pay attention to them. Look at me." Alison lifts up Emily's chin so that she could stare at her and not the glowing floor, "Look only at me." Alison's soft smile lightens Emily's anxiety, making her smile back. Alison rolls closer to Emily, resting her hands on Emily's waist as leans in and whispers lightly into her ear. "I got you. Try not to look down at the ground. Just trust your legs and your feet will follow. Keep your eyes up here on mines." giving Emily the encouragement she needed, she places a kiss on her cheek before she pulls away to lead the brunette once again.

Emily takes a deep breath and start sliding forward, holding onto Alison as they start up again. Now, Alison doesn't know if Emily caught on or not but she used the same words Emily used on her to calm her nerves when they were dancing at the park. Words spoken with such naturalness and composure that made her fully trust her, Alison wonders if she could do the same for Emily.

"Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head!
Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead!
Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head!
Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead!"

"If you panic, you will fall, baby. Trust yourself and just go slow." Alison coos gently so that only Emily could hear her, "There is no rush, you're not racing anybody."

Emily nods her head as she straightens her posture. Doing so, she almost trips over her own feet, stumbling a few times while she frantically grabbed onto Alison like a scared kid. Alison tightens her grip on Emily's arm as she tried not to fall herself.

"Why are you so scared?" Alison asks as she decides to interlocks her and Emily's hand and advances them both to the closest wall railing, "I'm right here."

"Because one second I'm good then the next I'm buckling towards the floor!" Emily responds back with built up irritation in her voice. Being the athlete that she is, she knows all about discipline, practice, persistence, and dedication, but with every step, turn, or air she took in, she was hitting the floor as if it had some gravitational pull attracting her to it.

Alison clicks her tongue with pouted lips, "Come on, grumpy bear. Let's take ten." Emily rolls closer behind Alison and bends down, wrapping herself around Alison's hips with her face resting on the small of the blonde's back as Alison sways from side to side, skating them to the promise land of the floor's exit.

After taking a quick breather so that Emily could get herself together, Alison spends that time sitting there, giving Emily all of the encouragement she needed to retry again. She was determined to not leave this establishment until Emily was able to skate without her for at least 30 seconds. Getting back onto the floor with promises of food afterwards, if Emily accomplished her goal, they both work hard at trying to get Emily to balance with the wheels under feet. No matter how many kids spun past them and how easy they made it seem, Alison kept reminding her to focus only on her.

"Alright, alright, alright. I think we're getting close to the time for the groooown folk to hit the floor." a deep, crisp voice belonging to the skating rink's DJ for the night speaks through the speakers that could be heard throughout the whole building, "Yes, you might be 18 and your parents tell you that you ain't grown, but let me be the one to tell you….under the eyes of the government, you're grown. If you're grown enough to get a life sentence, then the rink is opening up for you!" the man laughs at his own joke, getting some chuckles from the paid attendees for the night, "But before we send the children off, we're going to play one more light-hearted feel good. This right here is "The Girl Is Mine" by 99 Souls. Skate your heart out everybody!"

The indeed light and energetic song thumps on as the lights over the rink dims just a few shades darker than earlier, gradually putting the 18+ crowd in the mood for their private night.

"Take a minute girl, come sit down.
What's been happening? What's been happening?
Take a minute, take a minute girl."

Showing mass improvement since their prior failed sessions, Emily confidence increases more and more as she is able to stand perfectly straight up and move in one solid direction with just one hand being held rather than Emily clenching Alison's wrists like tight handcuffs. After a good minute of this progression, Alison feels that Emily has finally gotten the hang of it.

"I'm going to let go now." Alison warns as she loosens up her hold with the brunette. From everything they just worked towards, all it took was one sentence from Alison for Emily to hulk-smash the minor anxiety button.

"Nonononono, not yet-not yet!" Emily throws out her other arm to lunge for the blonde. She stutter steps and almost slid herself into an unprepared split before she flailed and slammed herself into Alison's body, causing both of them to do a small half spin.

"Okay, okay I'm right here." Alison soothes Emily's arms with up and down strokes, looking out into the crowd of people all around them, seeing if anyone was staring or lingering their eyes on them for longer than a blink. Separating themselves, Alison takes a handful of the back of Emily's shirt, placing her this time in front to lead, "I'm going to hold onto to your back. I'm going to support and lead you from behind here."

"How?" Emily shakes her head bewilderedly as Alison disappears from her sight for the first time tonight, "How is that helping?"

"Stop questioning and just move." Alison gently pushes her girlfriend forward with her hand. One way or another, Emily will skate without her.

"You're my girl, you're my-you're my girl!
You're my girl! You're my girl!"

A brief case of wobbly knees makes Emily lean over to the side before she auto-corrects herself, "Shit." she hisses under her breath.

"It's fine. Keep moving, record-breaking, gold championship winner Emily Fields."

"Oooh, how much I wish I was in a pool right now!"

With Alison steering Emily's moves and catching her before she made a mistake, the feeling of ease came back over Emily as she glided on the open floor away from the heavy trafficked areas. Although she may look like a wimp from the eyes of others, Emily slowly took the sense of pride that she's not bobbing like a women in heels, standing on a stick of butter. But, within that same thought, a voice creeps up Emily's side, flowing into her ear.

"Hello." Alison smiles devilishly as she rides side by side Emily. Noticing that Alison had let go of her and that she had no support, Emily's surprise granted her to lean back, wind milling her arms to stop herself from falling even though the very action makes everything worse and off-balanced. Emily reaches for Alison's hand as she fell backwards, bring the blonde down to the floor as well with a sharp thud in a total wipeout. Instead of feeling angry or annoyed, both Alison and Emily burst out into laughter, realizing what just happened.

"Damn, you need training wheels." Alison giggles as she groggily stands back up, lending a hand down for Emily.

"This is probably what Peter felt like the moment he realized he was walking on water." Emily dusts herself off in her own chuckling fit, gripping Alison's warm hand firmly to support herself up before she embarrassed herself anymore.

….

Emily tiredly huffs herself to their empty table close to the rink's floor like an old man with a bad back. Having enough rolling around experience to last her 20 years, she loosens her skates to give her feet some room to breathe. Instead of following her lead, Alison watches Emily discharge while she still stood on her feet, leaning on the railings that separated the lower floor and the upper, elevated floor that Emily was on.

"You're done?"

"I'm starving." Emily groans while she swaps the hell on wheels for her comfortable and always still boots, "All that tumbling worked me up an appetite."

"Now, ladies and gents, the floor is now changing from all ages to only ages 18 and up." the DJ's voice speaks over the fading lastly song, making parents grab their kids and other younger skaters off the rink, "And just to start this party off right, I'm about to take you guys back 10 years ago with this joint right here. Yes, this was 10 years ago. Where the hell did the time go? Where the hell did music like this go? Where the hell did my hairline go? Questions we'll never get answers to, people. Y'all remember what you were doing when this song came out in the summer of '06. This is "Me & U Bad Boy Remix" from Cassie featuring Yung Joc and Diddy…P. Diddy, Puffy, Puff Daddy, Sean Combs, whatever the man wants to be called, hell! You guys know how we do! Get on the floor and move!"

A few pleased shouts come from a crowd of young 20 year olds as the main floor was completely ridded of the younger children and now only filled with the movers and shakers of the night. Alison looks at everyone happily rolling as she bopped her head to the clap of the beat and thumping bass that was flowing through the air.

Emily stands up with a sigh as she looks over at Alison still standing in place, "Come on. Let's get something to eat." the brunette stretches out her hand to help Alison off the floor so they could go to the concessions and scan the menu to see what they were offering. However, instead of taking Emily's hand, Alison allows herself to roll backwards with a small smirk on her face and her scheming eyes narrowed at her. Emily cocks her head confused as she watched Alison skate farther away from her. With the look she had on her face, she didn't know what Alison was trying to do.

Was she trying to make Emily get on the floor to come get her? Because if that was the plan, Alison was going to stand out there until the doors locked and lights shut off with all the employees leaving for the night.

When the first verse began, Alison bowed her head and pushed herself to begin her gradually speed of skating with the rest of the crowd. Emily drops her extended hand by her side as she interestedly watched Alison skate with the beat of the music, swaying her upper body from side to side as she started getting faster and faster. The blonde goes all around the large, full sized rink, staying on the outer side so that Emily could see her.

So that Emily could have her eyes on her.

Which was definitely something she was doing.

"'Iller to Illinois, the Bad Boys. Keep a couple toys then I'm bad to fill a void.
So much swagger get a style and run with it. The game'll pick up whatever I'm done with."

Making eye contact with the brunette from across the arena, Alison turns her body around and starts gliding backwards confidently as she slowly criss-crosses her feet in a smooth and clean manor. Emily's eyes widen with her mouth nearly dropping to the floor. Alison never mentioned that she knew how to skate! Especially when she clearly asked when they first arrived if she knew how and she responded with, "Eh, I know how to balance and move up and down."

That's what this was. Alison was going to put on a show for her.

As Alison started making her way back towards Emily's side, she twisted her body around, causing her to spin into quick, loose circles before she slowed down with a foot extended out, wheeling herself into one large circle until she was back on path. With Emily now leaning against the railing in awe, she watches Alison seemingly float, as if she was weightless, kicking out her feet with the clap of the drums in a two-step.

"I've been so busy, but I've been thinking 'bout- what I wanna do with you..."

Now standing in front of Emily in the open space she had, she moved in her hips, swiveling her feet, in a way that made it look like she was doing the backwards running man in place. With their eyes locked and Alison only having her attention on Emily, she decided now would be a great time to show Emily how it's done. Arms lifted above her head, Alison does a dramatic slide to the right just to raise onto the toes of her skates, balancing on the first two wheels under both shoes. She glides her way back on just the front wheels, shimming her legs back and forth as she concentrated on keeping her balance.

Emily stares at Alison and her moves as if she was the only person on the floor and nobody else existed. It was just her, Alison, and the music. Her eyes caresses the blonde's every step, watching her casual dancing become electrified with the sophistication of her feet skimming the floor under her. Out of everything and anything in this world, Emily would never have guessed that Alison could work a pair of skates. She may not be at a professional level, however, the way she moved definitely incited you to watch, just to see what she's going to do.

While Alison moved, she mouthed the words of the song to Emily with heavily flirtation behind every breath. Right then and there, Emily had a firsthand realization how attractive lip syncing can be with the right person, the right song, and in the right mood. Just alone never seeing Alison move like this, not only did her throat became dry all of a sudden, so did her eyes from the lack of blinking. Was she starting to get turned on at this very moment?

Yes.

Could she help it?

No.

Did Alison know what she was doing?

She sure the fuck did.

Alison swears she saw a glint in Emily's eyes, the subtle turn that changes her from the out-going Emily Fields to the dangerously lustful Emily Fields. It was quite humorous how much of a tease Alison was causing. She was just skating. Where was the sexual tension in that?

Alison rolls herself into a small circle, still staying in her area, as she rocks her upper-body from side to side, biting her lip to keep from smiling too hard. Normally she knew she wouldn't do this. She had a problem dancing in a park, for Pete's sake. However, ever since her informational meeting with Dr. Elliott, Alison could say without a shadow of a doubt that she now felt different. She felt liberated, she felt free whenever she was with Emily. Even with Emily gone Alison would find a small spring to her step and a subtle smile in her voice, something she wouldn't have able to do by herself. Yes, Alison is extremely grateful for what Emily has done and even luckier to have her as a girlfriend so, because of that, she felt a little dance wouldn't hurt anyone.

Unless you're already combusting from the inside. Then it'll hurt like hell.

"You do it and you do it so well. If you kiss, promise I won't tell. Damn, you make daddy wanna' rock your bell. Turn off the lights, let my ship set sail."

Alison kept her knees slightly bent as she snaked her hips back and forth, making her leg movements silky smooth with every nice and slow stroll she did, winking at Emily as she kept with the pace of the music.

Emily looks over her shoulder to see if anyone else was taking a peek or paying attention to the performance Alison was putting on for her. Fortunately, everybody else were so wrapped up in their own world and fun that Emily was in the clear to drool if she wanted to. Having second thoughts about eating, Emily swiftly turns around as she attempts to kick off her boots. Dammit, she might not want to skate after falling so many times but all of a sudden, she caught the motivation to learn and master the art of roller skating.

…..

In the brightness of a clear and hot Friday where no classes had to taken and no shift had to be punched in, Alison sits on Emily's couch as she skims through her television channels, specifically the music choice channels. From being desperate enough to check every channel to find something interesting to watch, she ended up in the last bunch of channels that played only music. She bypasses the pop and hip hop stations, skips over the rock and country stations just to land on the Smooth Jazz channel that was playing this soft ballad that caught Alison's ear right away. The timing of the combined instruments made Alison feel at peace.

"Did you find anything to watch?" Emily asks as she jogs her long legs down her stairs in track shorts and a sports bra, throwing a tank over her head.

"Nope." Alison groans and she tossed the TV remote to the side with a huff, "Everything on right now sucks. Everything except this Jazz channel right here."

"Well, maybe we have to create our own form of entertainment, don't we?" Emily growls as she dives herself into Alison, forcing Alison to fall back into the couch with Emily on top of her. Emily's mouth immediately latches onto her girlfriend's neck, hungrily ravishing her as Alison giggles at the sudden tickle Emily's lips had on her skin. When she goes to push Emily off of her, Emily grabs both of the blonde's wrists and pins it above her head without skipping a kiss. Alison tries to wiggle her way out of Emily's clutch but the swimmer uses that rarely used, untapped strength to keep Alison exactly where she is. Exactly where she wanted her.

"Why are you such an animal?" Alison heavily sighs out as she stretches out her neck, giving Emily more space for her liking as Emily's body pressed against hers.

"Do you blame me? Your scent is mouthwatering." Emily travels up Alison's neck with her tongue leaving a trail of where she's once been. She crawls her way up to her favorite pair of pouty lips, stopping there to just nibble on Alison's bottom ones. The slight tightness of Emily's teeth holding onto the soft flesh causes Alison to breathe out a low moan, shutting her eyes as she feels Emily tighten her grip the more she squirmed. The brunette snaps her lip back, releasing it with a small moan of her own before she inhales a great deal of air, "I swear I can smell you from miles away. And when I do….I just get so hungry."

Giving into her appetite, Emily leans back down to give Alison a slow and desired kiss, really pressing the fullness of her lips against hers before the gentleness began to diminish with more feverish and craved kisses. Although sometimes can come with no warning, Alison very quickly within their relationship caught onto the signs and symptoms of a horny Emily Fields.

* All of a sudden, she starts becoming distracted.

* If she's sitting or anywhere that requires to be still, she'll begin getting restless.

* Her touch is heightened. That means even a hug could make her body cave in a bit.

* Her breathing slows down a few paces.

* Her voice drops a few octaves and the rasping of her throat becomes more apparent.

* There is a smile. But not just any smile. It's Emily's smile. The only thing a shameless, sly smile could be described as.

* Inappropriate words will be said.

* She will start touching you. Not always sexual but her hands will have needs to be somewhere on your warm body. Preferably skin.

* Depending on the rush, sudden aggressiveness.

* Whining, groaning, and complaining kicks up about three notches more than normal (just because she's usually complaining to begin with).

* Hints and cues will be dropped. And then dropped. And then dropped some more.

However, everything starts off as a tingle but, the longer time goes on, a tingle turns to an ache.

Rising up, Emily lowers Alison's hands from above her head and pulls her forward, "C'mere." she pants eagerly as she takes a seat on her couch. She taps her legs to signal what she wanted next, "Come sit right here."

Doing the ordered command, Alison stands up and throws a leg over Emily's thigh, now straddling her as she looked down her into dark brown eyes. Emily rests both hands on the roundness of Alison's ass, poking her lips out needingly. Alison leans forward, cupping all of Emily's face inside her palms and kisses her with a long, passionate kiss, allowing Emily some brief tongue.

"Pull down your shirt." Emily groans in Alison's mouth with her eyes closed, relishing in the moment.

"Why?" Alison questions back with a brow raised, teasing the brunette from giving her instant rewards when she asks.

"Because. Just do it."

"Why don't you do it?"

"Because I might just rip it off you and end up destroying the whole top." Emily eyes stay the blonde's exposed collarbones, wearing a large, worn out, over the shoulder blue sweater of the local sport team, the Philadelphia 76'ers. She squeezes Alison's ass in encouragement with a yearning lip bite, "Plus, I want to see you do it….come on," her voice drops down to a whisper has she verbally directs Alison's hands to her chest, "slide it down for me, please?"

Alison gradually places her fingers on the fabric of the sweater, tugging on it seductively as she carefully watched Emily's anticipated eyes staring at her upper body, waiting. The Smooth Jazz station that continued to play in the background only fed into Alison's energy as she reached up and pinched a part of the shirt and slowly brought it down, uncovering her visibly aroused perky breasts. The moment of the unveiling made Emily sigh out in appreciation as she sucked in her bottom lip, leaning closer and closer.

"Mmmm. Thank you." the brunette mumbles before she consumed her awaited, salivating mouth on her left breast. She sucks on the warm flesh with gratitude, causing Alison to throw her head back and part open her lips to sound out an exhale of a moan. Her hands hold onto Emily's head as she feels her tongue sliding across her nipple, flicking in any which direction before she closed her lips around it again.

All Alison could do is talk in deep breathing as she felt her nipple harden under the attentiveness of Emily's hot tongue. One of Emily's hands are removed from behind Alison only to creep up towards the front of her lounging pants. As Emily played with the upper half of the blonde, she planned on multitasking with the lower half as she slipped her fingers past the waistband-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Both girls immediately cease all movement as their heads jerked towards Emily's front door where they both heard what sounded like someone on the other side.

"Did you invite company over?" Alison whispers breathlessly with her confused eyes narrowed at the entry way of the apartment.

Emily slowly lets Alison's breast fall from her mouth, "No…" she trailed off as her mind did a supersonic quick scan to see if she told anyone to swing by. Alison quickly jumps off Emily's lap, wiping her chest with her hand before she lifted her sweater back into place with hurry. Emily cleans the corner of her mouth as she pushed herself off the couch. She made herself look presentable, thinking who the hell could be at the door as she approached it. With the clicks of the locks being unlocked, Alison slides off to the side of the living room, lowering down the speakers of the television when she hears a surprised gasp from Emily.

"Miranda! Amy!" the brunette unexpectedly greets with a smile holding many mixed emotions towards the girls at her door, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, we were just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by and say hello." Amy grins happily with some sort of plastic bags in her hands. Emily nods happily, matching Amy's brightness, with her wide-still stunned-eyes.

She clears her throat, remembering her manners as she stepped to the side, "Come in, come in!" Amy and Miranda smile at her as they pass the threshold into her apartment for the very first time. Upon entering, Miranda sees Alison standing in the living room, equally flabbergasted at her best friends' presence but easily hid her astonishment.

"Alison! What a surprise! Didn't think you'd be here." Miranda innocently grins. A grin Alison saw right through.

"And you guys would be if I wasn't?" Alison responds with a snarky, knowing comeback through the smile of her own.

She knew. This was it. They didn't come to say hi. They've came to scope out Emily, just as they said they would.

Here we fucking go.

"I hope we're not interrupting anything." Amy asks as she walks towards Emily's dining room table, with Emily following behind her.

"Nonono, everything is fine. You guys are good." Emily dismissively shakes the blonde off with a lie. Yeah, you guys did interrupt, thanks. I was just about to demolish your friend over there but looks like she was saved by the bell by you two. But nonono, you guys are fine.

"Great!" Amy cheers as she sets down the heavy bags with a small clang, "We brought some house-warming gifts!" Emily's interest was immediately caught when she heard the weight of the 'gifts' they've brought, wondering what it could have been.

"Miranda….now? Really?" Alison whispers quietly as she stood beside the tanned girl with her arms crossed, watching Amy unload whatever she brought in.

"What?" Miranda raises her shoulders, harmlessly, "We were in the neighborhood."

"And you just so happened to go shopping for gifts while you were in the neighborhood?"

"Oh lighten up, tiny one. You look cute today. Glowing, in-fact." Miranda arches a brow as she takes a quick peep of her friend up and down, "Hm, I wonder why."

"Holy shiiiiit..." Emily's voice cuts through the apartment as she raises a large bottle of Green Apple Vodka, both large and mini Grey Gooses, and various others drinks -both alcoholic and juices- along with different packs of candy, "What the fuck is all this?" Emily laughs as she separates everything Miranda and Amy brought.

"I sure hope you can mix these, bartender Em," Amy nudges Emily with a satisfied smirk before she reaches for the expensive bottle of Grey Goose and shakes it, turning to face Alison and Miranda, "because we're about to get FUCKED up."

…..

After a good twenty minutes passing of Emily putting on her bartending hat on to show the girls how to mix different kind of drinks with all the materials they had, the kitchen starts looking similar to Emily's bar at work with everyone moving around getting cups, ice, bottles, and the sort. Emily and Alison forget about their interrupted session and become good hosts to the girls who didn't seem like leaving anytime soon. In the midst of working, Alison changed the TV from the Smooth Jazz station to the Hit List, putting up the volume to allow Music Choice to become their little party's DJ.

"I have some medium-sized bowls over in that cabinet next to the fridge." Emily points out to Amy as she fills up four cocktail glasses with cubed ice, "Matter fact, take two bowls out so we can separate everything. Put the gummies in one bowl and the sour worms in another."

"Why can't we just mix them together?" Amy questions as she reaches for and pulls out two glass bowls from the said cabinet, placing them down on the counter.

"Because you're going to infuse them with different flavors." Emily explains, walking off to the far corner of her open kitchen to her mini home bar that held all her alcoholic needs, she pulls out a couple of her own bottles and nozzles to go with them. "The same drink we use with the regular gummies won't taste the same with the sour ones. You have to balance things out for the best palate."

Amy stares at the sealed large bag of gummies in her hands for a second, taking in what Emily said, "Damn, you're right." she commends as she ripped open the candy. She looks over at Alison walking towards the stairs with an approving pout, "Looks like you picked up a smart one, Ali."

Emily lightly smiles to herself at the compliment, glancing up at Alison disappearing upstairs before she sets her drinks down on the counter and walks over to Amy with one still in hand, "Now when you're filling it, make sure you pour just enough that its sitting right on top. Any more will ruin it." the brunette places her half-filled, light blue Pinnacle Pineapple Vodka bottle in front of Amy, "Pineapple for the regulars, Green Apple for the sour ones. When you're done, put it in the fridge. Normally, it's supposed to sit overnight but we're gonna let it soak for a few hours."

"Ay, ay captain!" Amy turns to give her a military salute before she bursts out in a small giggle. Emily gently bumps her with a smile then turns around to see the other half of the double-trouble duo humming along to the music, eating some skittles as she tends to her phone.

Emily slides over to one of her lower cabinets and pulls out four clear plastic cups along with the Sprite already sitting out. "Miraaaaaandaaa…"she sings as she approaches her dining room table.

"Yeeeeeesss…" Miranda sings right back without diverting her eyes from her screen.

Emily walks back into her kitchen, opens her fridge to pull out two containers of cranberry and grape juice, "Wanna make some slushy drinks for us?" She asks as she elbows the doors closed and bends down to her freezer to pick up a bag of crushed ice.

"Hell yeah," Miranda locks her phone and places it in back pocket, grabbing some more skittles from her opened pouch and throws it into her mouth, "that's why I came."

Emily chuckles, sitting everything down on the table in front of them, "Okay. It's very simple." she begins to instruct as she separated the cups. She opens her bag of ice and pulls out the scooper she already had placed inside, "You're gonna fill each cup with some ice, alright?"

"Right…" Miranda nods as she watches Emily scoop a decent size of ice and pours it into one of the cups.

"Take some Sprite," she adds the soda into the cup afterwards, "take some cranberry juice…or grape juice-doesn't really matter. Switch it up." Emily cracks open the jug of cranberry juice and mixes it into the drink, "Now, you can put some jolly ranchers in here, skittles, whatever we have and stir it," Emily digs into the bag of goodies Amy and Miranda brought and drops a handful skittles, sour path kids, and some Willy Wonka nerds into the cup before she quickly skips into the kitchen, opens a drawer, and grabs her cocktail stirrer.

Walking back to the table, she notices Alison walking back down the stairs this time with one of her t-shirts opposed to the large sweater she had on. Emily looks back down and begins stirring the concoction together, motioning Miranda to grab one of the mini Grey Gooses, "Then you're gonna let this bad boy hang off the edge of the cup like this…" she takes off the cap and quickly turns the bottle upside down into the cup, placing the tip of the vodka into iced filled drink and balanced it so the miniature bottle could stay up like a cocktail umbrella.

"This way, it's going to slowly add the vodka in. When you're all done, pop them in the freezer and we're gonna let them sit until it turns into slush." Emily dusts off her hands, turning to Miranda post-demonstration, "You got it?"

"Yep." the brunette nods with certainty, "Everybody is gonna get their own Miranda exclusive drink, each with something different."

"Put mines with only red and yellow skittles." Amy spins around as she lightly wobbled a bowl of colorful gummy bears underneath a layer of vodka, "Oh! And the blue jolly rancher. Anything else I don't care."

Alison walks past Emily in path of going into the kitchen to see what Amy was working on when she felt her arm being tugged backwards, sending her back pressed against Emily's warm body.

"Mmmm…c'mere." Emily whispers into her ear as she wrapped her arm around her waist, "I got something for you to do." The brunette waddles with Alison into the kitchen where she directs her to far opposite side from Amy that held all of her taken out supplies. "While those drinks are going to be freezing, we're going to make something for us to drink right now, alright?"

Alison silently nods her head with a small smile, causing Emily to spread a smile of her own. As they stand in front of four already iced up glasses, Emily rests her chin on the blonde's shoulder, "Grab the Rum and put the nozzle on it."

Alison reaches for the clear bottle of Rum that's almost nearing completion, opens it, and screws on the stainless steel bottle pourer as Emily leaned forward behind her to grab two bottles of her own: Apple Pucker and Blue Curacao

"We're gonna pour it at the same time on my go," she notifies Alison. Getting the okay from the blonde, Emily softly countdowns from three and pours both her drinks inside the cocktail glass with Alison following. Letting the alcohol flow freely into the glass for about three seconds, Emily pumps the breaks.

"Aaaaaand stop." they both immediately upturn their bottles and finish pouring. "Let's do it again for the other three." she nods her head, motioning Alison to move their current glass to the side to repeat to the others. When finished, they set down the drinks as Alison stretches her hand back and caresses the back of Emily's head as the brunette grabs her Coconut rum and begins adding it to the four glasses. They stand silently together, feeling one another's breathing bodies with the music playing in the background and Amy's voice singing along.

Emily finishes with her Coconut, places it to the side, and starts taps her hands mindlessly on Alison's belly. "Take some blueberries and pop them in there." Alison keeps her hand behind Emily's head as she uses her other to open the small case of blueberries and pick up a handful. She drops a considerate amount of the small rounded fruits in each cup as she's told then reaches back into the container to take a few extras. She places some into her mouth to chew on before she gently turned her head to pop a couple into Emily's. Without any hesitation, Emily opens widely just for Alison to throw in. Munching on the sweet berries, Emily thanks her by nuzzling her face into Alison's neck, nibbling on her while she squeezes her tighter to make Alison giggle out loud from ticklish assaults.

Pulling away, Emily lifts her head away from Alison to look back over her own shoulder, "Can I borrow the Sprite really quick, Miranda?"

"Here you go. I'm done with it." Miranda walks over to the couple with the litter of Sprite in her hand, passing it over to Emily. She thanks her and hands it over to Alison to hold.

"Okay, now pour some of it in, leaving still some room at the top."

Alison does just that, adding a bit of Sprite to each glass that are almost filled to the top.

"Then we're gonna finish this off with some club soda." Emily leans forward against Alison's back as she adds a splash to the drinks. When she's done she extends her hands as if presenting their nicely created blue potion.

"And there you have it. A simple cocktail." Emily removes herself from behind Alison, still keeping her hand on her hips as she went into one of her nearby drawers and grabbed four different colored straws. She places each straw in a glass and beckons Alison to one of them, "Taste it."

Alison grabs her glass and takes a sip with Emily carefully watching her –along with Amy and Miranda who also eyed her for her reaction. She smacks her lips for a moment, taking in all the flavors before she pleasantly nodded her head in approval. "Wow, this is actually good."

"Mic drop. Boom." Emily blows out the imaginary smoke from both of her finger guns and shoves them into her imaginary holster.

"Oooh, gimme mines." Amy slides over and snags a glass to taste for herself as Miranda follow behind as well, taking her glass. They both take a mouthful, also mirroring Alison's expression just seconds later.

"This is good." Amy swallows, nodding her head.

"Here." Miranda walks over to her purse on the dining table and pulls out her wallet. She waltz back to Emily, fishing out the money she had, "You deserved this. Keep it for your troubles."

Alison tilts her head at her friend with her eyes squinted, hiding the amused smirk, "A dollar? Really?" Everyone begins laughing as Miranda takes another sip of her drink.

"Hey. Acts like that should never go unnoticed."

Emily grins happily, stretching the dollar like a small kid receiving money from their grandparent, "Now I can go buy a box of used gum with this dollar. Thanks, Miranda." The laughter increases as Emily folds up the paper and sticks it inside of her bra.

Four Hours and Many Glasses Later….

With the music lowered nearly all the way down to just background noise, the apartment is filled with laughter, jokes, and many stories as everyone bonds and, ultimately, gets to know Emily. Cocktail after cocktail has been consumed and everyone is feeling a bit looser. However, Alison remembers who she's surrounded by. She knew that this wasn't some social hangout but a secret test for Emily. Although the brunette doesn't know it, Alison does and because of that, she consumed the least amount of alcohol. She still had a buzz, though, but she wasn't on Emily's current feel good level.

"Yeah, Amy's last boyfriend, Evan?" Miranda shakes her head as they all discussed the topic of relationship, "That motherfucker was a crook, honestly. Not only did he steal anything and everything, he was a cheat too. Ugh "he disgusted me." she groans in repulsion before she turned to Emily, "You're not a cheater, right Em? You've never cheated on any of your girlfriends?"

Wow. Way to just slide that in there, Dani. So nonchalant.

Alison knew they were setting Emily up to hang herself seeing that she's in a state of weakness. She can see why they're doing it: She's their friend and they want to make sure she's dating someone that deserved her, but it didn't stop her from feeling a certain way about it. Emily's past relationships was never something they really talked about and she wanted to stop her from answering but she would lie if she said she didn't want to know as well.

"Cheated?" Emily repeats with a drawn-out sigh. She squints her eyes and she slowly shook her head, "…Nooo."

Unfortunately, the sound of Emily's answer sounded as if she was uncertain. This raised eyebrows, especially Alison's. "No, I didn't cheat because we technically broke up." Emily goes on to clarify herself as she held Alison close with her arm over her shoulder as they sat on the couch, "We were separated so, no, it wasn't cheating."

"How many girls have you been with?" Amy curiously asks as she hides behind her blue drink, wanting to know Emily's answer.

"You mean as girlfriends or just girls I've messed with?"

"Both."

Alison goes to stop the questioning but, yet again, deep down within she wanted to hear the answer.

Emily leans back into the couch cushions comfortably, not at all catching the sudden interrogation she was the center of, "I've only called three girls my girlfriend. Alison being the third."

"And the other girls you were sexual with?" Miranda chirps in.

"What does sexual mean?" Emily cocks her head to the side as she tried to understand the question, "Like…like kissing and stuff?"

Miranda nodded her head with a calculating twinkle in her eye, "Yeah."

"Oh, well there's about…." Emily lifts her head to the celling as she softly counted to herself, mumbling numbers of all her flings before Alison, "1…2…3…3 from back home and about….2 here?"

"So, two girlfriends and five separate girls you've hooked up with?" Miranda asks again to confirm the brunette's answer.

Emily nodded, thinking over it again, "Yeah…yeah that's about right." she confirms as she raises her glass to her lips.

"Well, how many guys have you two been sexual with before your last boyfriends?" Alison fired right back in response to their slick questioning. She raises an eyebrow at the blonde sitting in a chair across from her, "Amy?" changing her sights to the brunette, "Miranda? Care to share your number?"

"I'm just asking." Miranda defends herself from Alison's heat, raising up her palms to surrender, "I mean, Emily is a very pretty girl. I know before you, there were girls throwing themselves at her."

Alison goes to say something when Emily speaks up after taking a swallow of her drink, "I don't mess with every girl that flirts me with, though." her words start to sway out of her mouth as she felt the need to explain things, "Because if that were the case, my number would be much higher than seven. I mean….for a second, I thought I had a number eight with Amy."

Miranda and Amy's neck jerk in reflex, both exhibiting utterly shocked, scrunched up faces at Emily's statement. Amy narrows her eyes at the tipsy brunette, pinching her eyebrows in confusion as she leaned forward in her chair.

"Emily-" Alison muttered with a tap on Emily's thigh but she cut her off and kept talking.

"The night after my championship meet. I thought I fucked Amy."

Alison clenches her drink in her hand tightly as stares at Emily with her lips pressed inward and her eyes wide. This was going downhill fast and all she could do is blink soundlessly.

Amy's mouth hangs open, still dazed, as Miranda turns to face her best friend in crime.

"Uhm….Amy? Would you like to clarify what Emily is saying?"

"I have no fuckin idea…" she claims as she stares at Emily with one squinted eye. Emily looks back at her unaffected as she took another sip of her drink. However, just then, a thought bubble pops into Amy's head, "Unless…." she ponders the thoughts of her seriously drunken nights, trying to remember if she ever did hop in bed with Emily. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Please tell me I didn't.

"Emily didn't hook up with Amy." Alison finally finds her lost voice to speak up. Emily turns to Alison with the veins in her eyes starting to stain pink.

"Yeah but I thoug-"

"She didn't. It was Emily and I that hooked up that night and because I left, Jack told her that she left the bar with Amy." Alison clears up the miscommunication, looking both at her friends, "That's where she made that connection."

Amy's mouth drops in revelation, finally putting the missing puzzle she's been searching ever since that night, "That's why you ran up on me at my job!" she points at Emily with a gasp, "It makes sense now!"

"Soooorry." Emily laughs in an imitation of a Canadian accent. To her, this was just a bonding session with two new friends she's never spent actually time with. She could get used to this.

"Uhm, Emily shouldn't those drinks and gummies be done?" Alison softly pushes Emily to quickly change the subject to prevent any more questions.

"Oh yeah! I think we can have them now." Emily groans as she lifts herself off her couch, downing the last remains of her cocktail as she shuffles herself to the kitchen.

Alison turns to the other brunette, still pushing things along, "Miranda, since they're done, can we finally play the game?"

…..

After the turn of events that was dying to go left, the questioning stopped as everyone admired the alcohol gummies and drinks. Not only were the candy and mixed drinks looking delicious, the gummies have slightly grew in-size as they soaked up the vodka they sat in. Wanting the rest of the evening to be mellow, in secret, Alison pulled Miranda to the side while Emily and Amy were preparing something for the next activity they had planned coming up.

"Look, I know you want to make sure Emily is right for me and will do anything to prove that, I appreciate you guys looking out. I really do, Miranda, but can we fade out of that, please? I just want to enjoy the rest of the night without having to be cautious and made uncomfortable."

Miranda immediately apologized. In no way did she intend on making Alison feel the way she felt; that is something she not Amy would never do. Alison is like a little sister to them and with that role, they'd do anything to protect her. She was right. They wanted to make sure that Emily wasn't some girl who was interested in the benefits of a relationship instead of actually being in one; caring and supporting the other person. But from that moment on, Miranda promised no more funny business and that they will have a carefree night dedicated to having fun and enjoying each other's company.

And that's when Alison finally allowed herself to get on Emily's level of feeling good.

"Okay, we're gonna do it like this." Amy announces as they all stood at Emily's dining room table. Everything was removed -except the drinks and candy- and all chairs were placed somewhere else so they all could stand at each of their own side of the table. "Amy and I are one team, you and Emily are on another. We'll go through…..what, 6 rounds?" she nods her head as she looks onto everyone for approval, "We're gonna go through 6 rounds. Losing team from each round gotta hit up those nasty ass shots Emily and I made." Amy points to the middle of the table to yet another drink other than their slushies. Just to make the game more entertaining, Emily and Amy created the strong shot that Emily knew as Liquid Cocaine. With a kind of name like that, everyone knew that they better not lose…or else.

"Ok, I just wanted to tell you both that you're not gonna win not a damn round so…." Miranda clicks her tongue with a mocking sad face as she chewed on a fat sour worm, "We're pretty much pros at this kind of shit."

"If you mean you're pros at failing and being number two at this kind of shit, I believe it." Alison claws right back, gaining a cheesy grin and a high five from Emily.

"That's right." Emily stuck out her chest, "Alison and I? We're nothing to fuck with."

Amy loudly sighs with a roll of her eyes, flicking her wrist at the cocky brunette, "There goes that damn athlete's trash talk. You're going to end up catching a serious ass beating if you keep yapping out the side of your neck like that."

"Who's beating my ass?" Emily aims her weary eyes at the blonde talking crazily, leaning forward against her side of the table, "Exactly. Nobody is." she shakes out her arms and legs, jumping in place as if she was about to jump into the water at a swim meet. "Come on, let's start the game already before I end up hurting people's feelings."

"Hmmmm...She just doesn't know, Miranda! She doesn't know!"

Standing across Emily on the longer sides of table, Alison waves to get her girlfriend's attention, "Emily, look at me." she snaps, making Emily raise her head, "Focus. I need you to really focus."

"Oh, I'm focused. We got this." she pouts out her lips, picking out a sour path kid from her slushie, "We got this. I'm not even worried."

Miranda turns to her teammate at the opposite head of the table from her, pumping her up for battle. "Amy, you better get this."

"I will, bitch, stop putting pressure on me!" Amy anxious shakes as she looks at the electronic in Miranda's hand. The apartment gets completely silent as everyone takes a deep breath. Amy gives Miranda the nod to begin, starting their game.

Beep…Beep…Beep….

Miranda reads the term on the circular device, giving her something that she has to describe so that Amy could guess it. "Gooble! Gooble!" the brunette flaps her arms like a bird.

"Thanksgiving!" Amy shouts out.

"No!"

"Turkey!"

"Yes!" Miranda slides the toy to Emily who immediately picks it up and presses the button for a new term as the beeping timer continues.

"Ok uhm!" Emily quickly thinks as she bounces side to side, "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got-"

"Jennifer Lopez!" Alison calls out the phrase before Emily finishes her clue. The device slides again this time to Amy.

"You get paid to watch kids!"

"Baby-sitter!"

Amy to Alison.

"Uh-basketball…You jump in the air…Michael Jordan!" Alison starts blurting out random expressions to give Emily the clues she needed.

"Jordans!" Emily snaps, certain that she got it.

Alison quickly shakes her head, "No you-"

"Nike!"

"No! You run and jump in the air and then…" Alison hops and pretends to slam a basketball inside a hoop.

"Dunking!" Emily shouts out almost frantically as the beeping on the timer starts getting faster.

"Yesyes!" Alison jumps excitedly and nearly throws the toy at Miranda.

The brunette starts rubbing her belly, "Hohoho-"

"Santa Claus!" Amy wildly points at her.

Miranda grits her teeth as she tried to come up with another example on the fly, "I don't want a lot for-"

"Christmas! Merry Christmas!"

"Christmas, yes!"

Miranda to Emily.

Emily smashes the button for her catchphrase, "Oh!" she exclaims as she places the toy down on the table. "Dundun duuuuun…." Emily sings as she jogs in place, pretending as if she's jogging up a flight of stairs."

"What?" Alison holds her hands out, shaking her head as she watches Emily mimic something she had no idea what it could possibly be.

"Popular here in Philly…" Emily continues to jog up her imaginary steps, "he's a fighter…"

Alison lets out a long groan of uncertainty which makes Miranda and Amy bounce up and down with excitement as the timer picks up an even faster speed, now making both Emily and Alison anxious.

"Fight like a butterfly-wait no, wrong guy." Emily corrects her foolish mistake as she stares at Alison nervously, hopping she'll guess right. She goes back to jogging her mimed stairs.

"I don't know!"

"Alison!" Emily stops and throws her hands onto the table to stare directly at her, "He's a fighter! From Philly! Running up stairs!"

"Uhhhh?!"

"Sylvester Stallone!"

"Rocky!" Alison yells out suddenly, finally getting what the hell Emily was doing. Emily tosses the toy to Amy as she gave Alison a fat sigh of relief.

Amy looks at the new term briefly, letting her brain come up with something, "Uhm…Ok, they listen to your problems."

"Psychiatrist!" Miranda claps loudly.

"Wait! Nononno uhhh…the other one! The other psych."

"Psychologist?!"

"Yes!"

Amy to Alison. The beeping is now racing, signaling the end of the round is near.

"This is on the walking dead!" Alison practically jumps with the timer making her squirm. They can't lose this round, they have to win!

"Walkers!"

"Uhm-Walkers have…"

"Disease!"

"Nono-you don't want to get bit from them because you'll…!"

"Die!" Emily screams.

"No!" Alison yells back, beginning to physically shake as Miranda and Amy watch on with eager grins on their faces.

"Turn!"

"No! You'll catch an-"

Emily pounds her fist on the table, "INFECTION!"

"YES!" Alison shrieks ecstatically and instantly throws the electronic at Miranda, who tries to get in one more phrase.

"UH! UH! H-H-HE TELLS LIES!"

Beeeeeep! The timer runs out with the Miranda being the last one still holding it.

"BITCH!" Emily pumps her fist in the air as Alison jumps up and down, running over to Emily's side and flying into her arms in celebration. Emily bends her knees with her arms extended wide as she catches Alison, spinning her around in a circle as they laugh and revel in their victory.

"What did we tell you?!" Alison cockily jabs her finger at Amy and Miranda who watch them rejoice with bitter looks on their faces, "What did we fucking tell you?!"

"Drink that shit!" Emily adds on, pointing at the shot glasses filled with the notorious Liquid Cocaine.

Amy grunts as she stares at the tiny glasses while Miranda sourly nods her head, "Okay…okay. You guys wanna play hardball? We got you."

"We've already been playing hardball. You guys need to wake the fuck up." Alison keeps up with her adrenaline rush (and liquid courage) as she clings her arms around Emily's neck. Miranda and Amy grab a shot glass each and brace themselves to throw it back even though they really didn't want to. Still laughing, Alison turns back to look at Emily with an open, wide smile before she leaned in and kissed her. They share a few giggly pecks, hearing the straining sound of Amy in the back, sticking her tongue out as she just completed her first straight shot.

"Alright!" she claps with her face still pinched, "Round two. We got this shit this time. That was just a warm up."

…..

10:12pm.

Emily lounges on the couch with one arm extended along the top, the other in Alison's grasp, and her head thrown back while Alison lays on her back, her head resting across Emily's lap and her feet propped up on the armrest. The six rounds they, Amy, Miranda endured was thrilling to say the least. Unfortunately, Alison and Emily equally lost three rounds as did the other two. When people said that Liquid Cocaine will knock you out on your ass, they certainly were not lying. The shots mixed with the candy slushie and their previous cocktails had the room spinning for just about everyone. Plus, the way Alison was laying across Emily, fiddling aimlessly with her hands, was just intensifying the previous aching she had before Amy and Miranda came over.

"Dani! Jack is downstairs!" Amy weakly calls out as she leans her shoulder against the wall and tries to put her shoes on.

"Coming!" Miranda's voice was heard from upstairs in Emily's room.

Emily lazily raises her head when Miranda went from jogging to nearly tripping down the stairs as she went a little too fast for her feet to calculate. If she would have fell, Emily thought to herself, she would have been stuck because she didn't plan on getting up.

"I'm never coming over here ever again." Amy groans, tossing her hand at Emily and Alison on the couch as she tottered towards the dining table to pick up her purse and her candy slush that she didn't completely finish.

"Come say bye, guys." Miranda waves over the dazed couple, unable to keep steady on her feet. "We're about to leave."

Alison huffs out as she rolled off the couch, getting dizzy the moment she rose to her feet. She gives herself a few seconds before she trotted towards the front door with opens arms. "Bye, bitches." Alison smugly grins as she gave out hugs.

"Bye, babes." Miranda embraced Alison, giving her a kiss on the cheek before she pulled away and walked towards Emily who also approached them.

"Bye, Em," Miranda tightly hugged the loaded brunette, "Thank you for having us over."

"Thanks for coming." Emily smiles a clown-like smile with her lips seeming like they stretched across her face. Finishing her hug and kiss with Alison, Amy scurried her way through to give Emily a great, big bear hug.

"Thanks for inebriating us!"

"Oh no…thank you for allowing me to inebriate us."

Amy rubs Emily's back as Miranda unlocked the front door. They giving their last waves to the girls before the disappeared behind the closing door.

"Ugggggggh." Emily stretches out her limbs, walking towards the door to securely lock it, "Today was fun, don't you think?"

"Mhmmm." Alison hums as she walked across the living room towards Emily's stairs.

"Wait, waaaait." Emily calls out as she jogged wobblingly after the blonde who wasn't slowing down for her. With a few strides of her long legs, Emily caught up to Alison and grabbed her hips as she trailed behind her up the stairs. "Ahh, I see you already know the deal," Emily slyly comments as they reach Emily's room. She pushes Alison onto her bed and crawls on top of her, staring down at Alison's low, droopy, yet still adorable blue eyes looking up at her.

"Drunk or not," Emily sighs as her fingers begins to lift the ends of Alison's shirt, "you're still so fucking sexy to me…damn." she leans down to kiss Alison but is catches her off-guard with a push that easily knocks her off-balanced.

"Na uh. I already tooold yooou." Alison wiggles out from under her and hops off the bed, catching a slight case of wooziness, "I'm…I'mnot staying the night."

Emily sits up on her bed, watching the blonde grab her things, "What do you mean you're not staying the night?"

"I told you this earlier today, don't act like you don't remember." Alison grumbles as she tries to find her charger, swaying around the walls of Emily's room to see where she had plugged it.

"Well…I'm too drunk to take you back." Emily lays back on the bed with her hands propped behind her head, smiling boldly, "Looks like you're stuck."

"I'll walk."

"No the fuck you won't."

"Yes the fuck I aaaam."

"Okay then. I'm coming too." Emily lunges herself off her mattress and stumbles towards her dresser, bumping into it as she pulls out one of the drawers and yanks out a black and white cotton fleece track pants. She trips over her feet a few times as she tries to put her legs through but eventually she puts it on over her shorts and tugs it halfway up her hips, not being completely on all the way. "I'm gonna have to walk you home. You think I'm gonna let you walk at this time in the city like this?" she questions as she opens her closet doors and skims for a jacket.

"You're just as drunk as I am, dummy." Alison scoffs and leans against Emily's bathroom door as she shakes her head.

"Well, we're gonna be two dummies walking to your apartment." Emily mocks her, throwing on a bomber jacket.

…..

Walking out of Emily's apartment and literally down the street to Alison's, the small adventure they had within those ten minutes would make any sober citizen shake their head in pity. Stumbling and giggling every five seconds, how they made it inside the apartment building was nothing short of a miracle. Taking the stairs to Alison's floor, Emily leans on Alison for support, laughing in her ear as they travel the hallway late at night quite nosily. On their way, Emily's vision decides to tunnel as she tried to walk straight, using Alison as a barrier. Her feet wrangles from underneath her and she accidently bumps into a guy coming from the opposite direction. The blond checks Emily up and down with almost a disgusted look as Emily clears her throat.

"S-sorry, bro. I didn't see you there." she rocks back and forth, giving out her apologizes as Alison continued to tug her hand in direction of her apartment. Emily leaves the guy shaking his head as she stumbled to keep up with Alison's pace.

"Come oooon." Alison sang as they finally approach her door, shuffling with the keys, trying to get them into her lock. A few long seconds pass until Alison finally gets the door unlocked and tugged on Emily some more.

"Oooh, eager." Emily wiggles her eyebrows as she walked into her apartment, closing and locking the door behind her.

Alison throws her things carelessly wherever they landed before she turns around to face Emily with her hand on her hips. "Okay. Time for you to go."

Emily laughs tickled, kicking off her shoes and walks past Alison farther inside, "Nope. I lied. I'm staying here."

"You said you were gonna walk me back."

"Yeah, but then who's gonna walk me back? I need assis…assistants too."

"Ugh." Alison rolls her eyes disgustedly as she plopped herself down on her floor just to slip off her own shoes, "You're a liar."

"Yezzz." Emily bounces herself onto Alison's bed on her back with a big, dopy grin on her face as she looked in Alison's direction, "Now…come, be a good girl and take these off me." Emily wiggled her hips to signal what she wanted removed.

After tugging off her shoes, Alison slowly stands up and stares at Emily with her arms crossed.

Emily wiggles her body harder with a let out playful moan, "Take these off me, Alison."

That feeling…the feeling of weakness…and also horniess appears into the blonde, knowing it's been inside of Emily for some time now.

Alison takes her time and saunters towards the brunette, still keeping her composure. "You can't touch me, though."

"Oh, I will." Emily voices drops to a deep husks as she locks eyes Alison getting closer, "I will touch you. I'm going to touch you everywhere."

Alison twists her lips to the side as she hides the gulp she just took. She stands right in front of Emily who doesn't let her out of her light red, glassy-eyed gaze as she sat up, propping herself on her elbows.

"You're going to take these pants off me…..Then you're going to take yours off…." Emily growls lowly, making Alison begin to throb, "And then you're gonna crawl on this bed where I will devour you for the rest of the night."

Alison loses all self-control at that moment and skips the two steps by jumping on top of Emily, landing her lips on hers, still tasting the fruity sweets of her drink. Emily greedy hands begin caressing Alison's side as she climb further up her bed, their tongues swirl greedily for each other.

Knockknock! Knock! Knock!

Alison's ears perk up as she stop her movement and sighs, lifting her up head to look over her shoulder at the door, "How much you wanna bet that's one of the girls?"

"Fuck that that shit." Emily stretches up and grabs the back of Alison's neck, kissing forcefully underneath Alison's chin and down her throat, "They're not gonna interrupt for a second fucking time."

As much as Alison wants to say fuck it, she pushes herself off Emily to go check the door. The brunette, clearly unsatisfied, groans loudly at her decision like a child about to throw a tantrum.

"Stop it, Emily." Alison shush her as she unlocks her door. Swings the door the open and instantaneously freezes in place as she locked eyes with the knocker on the other side of her threshold, not believing her drunken eyes.

"….Jason?"

There in the flesh stood her brother in a beanie with this lengthy dirty ash blond hair hanging down his forehead and scruffy beard that he had grew out. He doesn't say anything at first but just stare back, trying to find the right words to say 'Hi, it's me, the brother that you haven't talked to in years'.

Alison starts giggling, soon turning into full blown laughter as Emily stands up and walks over to the door to see who she was standing in front of.

"Is…is that Jason?" Alison cracks up in real hilarity as she turns around to face Emily who immediately realized who it was. The same guy she bumped in the hallway was actually Jason, he was just unrecognizable from her stupor and his new look, "God, I must be really fucked up because there is no way that's Jason." Alison laughs her way back into her apartment as Emily takes her place at the door.

"Can I help you?" Emily greets him with hostility in her voice. Suddenly the drunk haze she once had started clearing up really fast the moment she put two and two together.

"Emily, tell me that's not Jason." Alison still giggles her denial away in the background.

"Emily?" Jason's voice comes out with a low gruff, deeper than Emily remembered, "Emily Fields?"

"What do you want?" the brunette narrows her trained eyes on Alison's brother, not allowing him to ask her any question when the only questions being asked and answered shall be her own.

"Jason…" Alison appears from behind Emily with her laughter now gone and replaced by a serious appearance. It was as if Jason was a human instant sobering tool, wiping away any alcohol from their system the moment he arrived. "Jason, wh-what are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you."

"Talk about what?"

"….Can….can I come inside, please?" Jason asked Alison although his eyes were on Emily blocking his way in. Alison softly pulls Emily backwards, giving Jason the opportunity to step into her apartment. He thanks her and closes the door behind him before he turns back to see two displeased girls: Emily more peeved with Alison on the confused spectrum.

"I…" Jason begins but stops before he could say anything. He bowed his head for a moment then glanced back up at Emily with a tentative look, "I'm sorry, can I talk to my sister in private, please?"

All of a sudden, Alison's eyes widen at a thought that popped into her head, "Did dad die?!" she gasped, holding Emily's arm tightly, hoping that Jason didn't come bearing that kind of news.

"What? No. No, god no." Jason quickly dismisses her idea, giving Alison the chance to calm herself down, "I just need to talk to you about something…..Alone….Please. It's kinda family business."

"Family business?" Emily scoffs out amused as she crosses her arms, getting Jason's eyes back on her, "That's funny you say that because you're not Alison's fa-"

"Emily." Alison cuts the brunette off before she had the chance to finish her sentence. Emily looks back at her just to see Alison's face wilted, her eyes now droopy but not from the drinking. Alison glances at the door then back to Emily, trying to give her a subtle hint.

She shakes her head defiantly, not taking Alison's suggestion, "No. No, why should I leave?"

"You don't have to leave, just…right outside the door." Alison whispers to her to calm down the nerves she can already tell are being worked up. Emily still defied the blonde's wishes, making Alison reach out and touch her arm, this time begging her. "Please, Emily."

Emily stares down at Alison, gritting her teeth behind her lips as she gets caught in her sad looks. Her breathing slows down, actually taking in what Alison wants and finally accepts it only because it was Alison's choice. Emily turned back around to Jason, eyeing him aggressively as she bypasses him, opens the door, and closes it while she stands out in the hallway.

Making sure she was out, Jason points his thumb in the direction of the door, "When did Emily Fields become your guard dog?"

"What do you want, Jason?" Alison ignores his question and goes right to the point of why the hell he was standing in front of her. He sighs, releasing a deep breath as he begins to explain his appearance.

"…I was wondering if you can give me a place to stay. I fell on some serious hard times and…I have nowhere else to go."

"Why can't you go home?" Alison indifferently shrugs, unmoved by the pity story.

Her brother scoffs with near amusement, shaking his head at her, "You know I'm not talking to dad."

"You weren't talking to me neither so what's the difference?"

"I know but…Alison I was healing."

"I was fucking healing too, Jason." Alison felt her body heating up as all her anger she had for her brother started bubbling up all over again, "So I ask again, what's the difference?"

"Look," Jason steps in closer to Alison who doesn't move nor back down from him, "I know you don't want to see me, I get it. But I'm asking you for help. I'm really on my last leg."

Alison pinched every movable part of her face together, narrowing her eyes at Jason and his audacity, "All the times I needed help, you never came through for me." Alison steps into Jason's personal space, enough to make him step back with each movement she made, "You never called me. You never responded to my texts. You didn't give a flying shit about me."

"Alis-"

"The last time I saw you, you threw at plate at me!"

"I didn't throw it at you, Alison, stop it." Jason's voice rumbled out in protest to cease Alison's dramatics. He turns his body away from, sucking in a sigh as he rubbed his face in contemplation before facing Alison again, "You know what, I'm not gonna fight with you, okay? I just need to know if you can help or not so I know whether I can make it to the shelter. I got someone holding a bed for me and if I don't make it back in the next 20 minutes, I'm going to lose it."

Alison's stone-hard face soften instantly upon hearing the words that came out of her brother's mouth. With her lips parted open in disbelief, she searches deep into his eyes, scanning over his face and even his casual, dark clothing when it really hit her to what he just said. "Sh….a-a shelter?"

"Yes..." Jason nods almost embarrassingly, keeping his dejected green eyes caught with his little sister's blues, "I'm homeless, Alison."

Oh, sugar honey ice tea. What…just…happened?

The all-time Trouvaille fan favorite has made his way from conversations to being in the flesh. After everything you just read in the chapter, and ultimately from Alison's storyline, there was a lot of different emotions flying around. Now Jason is back and he's asking for help? What is Alison going to do? Is she going to take him in or will her anger for the past get the best of her and tell him to hit the road? What will Emily think? So much to theorize on!

Alright. What's the interesting news I have for you guys? The fic is finished! I decided to end things right now instead of writing the other chapters. We did it guys. Trouvaille has now been completed and I've couldn't have done it without all of you. :)

Don't look at me like that, I'm juuuuust kidding. We still have a few more chapters to flesh out. However, now it's going to get a tad bit interesting.

What's the real news? Alright, this is what I plan on doing. Emisonians, hold onto your wigs. So, remember when I told you guys that there are two prospect stories that have an opportunity of being born in the land of Emison? Well, scratch that. I decided to not have two choices….

There are three possible choices. And, yes, this is where you come in. In a few days, I will update this story again, however, it will not be a Trouvaille chapter update. In the next update, I will give you a summary of each story and a small excerpt of all three so you can read and get an idea of what you're working with. Now, the excerpt may be vague. It might have Emison already interacting. It might not. It might be focused on one character. Either way, you will get a snippet of the story that is constructed in a way that won't spoil any key things that will make the story. So, when you read and soak in each three stories, with the information that has been given, in the review section I ask that you drop in your vote. From there, I will leave the extra update up for about a week or so, therefore there is a chance for all of you guys to have a chance to choose.

The next story is in your hands! I urge you to vote if you want your voice to be heard! Even if you've never left a review before, if you like something that you see, make it known! I will even allow personal messages to count as a vote. When I believe that the update has been up for long enough, I remove it and will tally up the total of votes for each story and will let you guys know the winner of what's going to be next to be published and read.

Sound like a deal? Can you guys handle that? I sure hope so :)

Please, let me know your thought on this marvelously long chapter. Just a quick recap if you forgot:

They cuddled the morning after. Alison felt a bit weird and didn't know why. Emily didn't know why either. Dr. Elliott tells Alison that she's started to bond with Emily on an emotionally and physical level. They go roller-skating three weeks later. That following weekend, they were about to get it on. Then they were cockblocked by Amy and Miranda. A small party ensues with drinks, drinks, and more drinks. Everyone gets wasted. Alison and Emily go back to Alison's place. A wild Jason appears.

Whew! That was a lot.

What did you like reading? How are your feeeelz? Let me tell ya, this is the longest single chapter I've ever written with 20k words in one sitting and it was a paaaaaain to produce but luckily I don't mind too much because I live for the cute fluff just like you do! :D

Alright, loves. Until next chapter…