A/N: Wow, I don't think it's ever taken me THIS long between chapters before (not counting the outtakes I still have left from "Matters of the Heart" which are still sitting and staring at me screaming "edit us!"). Sorry for the delay. Life and the inner critic and all the things. Didn't really have many questions for a Q&A, so I've just answered in the reviews. Take a peek if you'd like. Otherwise, enjoy...
Epilogue
Emily put her palm against her right side, her muscles throbbing underneath her ribs. She could still feel where she'd been hit by the bullet sometimes. She took in a deep breath and then hopped up the last few steps to catch up with her wife.
Alison saw the strange look on Emily's face and then her eyes darted down to the hand on her side. Alison's face tightened in concern. She reached out and softly put her hand on Emily's other side.
"Did you take something before we got here?" Alison asked.
"Yeah." Emily nodded. "It's just…a lot more stairs than I remember." She glanced down, averting Alison's gaze. "And I pulled something yesterday during the gondola ride." Her lips pinched together, more out of fear of her wife blowing her top than out of pain.
"Babe," Alison put her other hand on Emily's palm on her side. "We could have taken the lift. Why didn't you say anything?"
Emily flipped her hand over to grasp Alison's palm. She smiled softly at her.
"I knew you wanted to see the view."
"Em, you're more important." Alison rolled her eyes. Leave it to her wife to completely disregard herself for her wife. "You are so bull-headed. Why do you always insist on doing things the difficult way?"
"Because…" Emily moved them closer to the edge of the viewing platform. She moved her head up, motioning with her chin for Alison to look out at the city of Paris.
Alison glanced to her side and looked at the looming sunset. The purple and pink hue of the clouds was reflecting off of the river below.
"God, it really is beautiful." Alison smiled.
The look on Alison's face was one of pure awe, like she was experiencing a once in a lifetime event. It was a look that Emily treasured seeing.
"That's why." Emily wrapped her arms around Alison's waist, eliciting a giggle from the blonde.
A satisfied sigh slipped from the Alison's lips. Her mouth formed a perfect "O". She was like a child seeing something new and exciting for the first time. And Emily absolutely loved it.
"It's even more breathtaking than I remember." Alison smiled, slowly turning to face Emily, who was unsurprisingly watching her and not the view. "You're missing a gorgeous view."
"No." Emily replied. "I'm not. I'm looking right at it."
"You sap." Alison smiled, leaning in for a kiss. She pulled back. "What do you remember about it?" Alison asked curiously. She wrapped her arm around Emily's and linked their fingers together. "About our last trip out here?"
Emily's memories of their last trip to Paris were hazy after the shooting. Her brain had been muddled and fuzzy about the months following the wreck, including their impromptu trip to France.
"Um…" She closed her eyes, something she'd taken to doing when she was trying to pull out specific memories.
Alison watched her.
"Fireworks." She remembered the fireworks because they sounded like explosions. She remembered gearing herself up for them because she knew Lily wanted to see them. "I remember fireworks."
"What else?" Alison slid her fingers up Emily's arm, leaving goosebumps in her wake.
She moved in closer to Emily's face and Emily smiled.
"Flowers. You looked beautiful wandering through the flowers at Luxembourg Gardens." Emily opened her eyes to find Alison's deep crystal colored irises just inches from hers.
"And?" Alison's hand slipped against the side of Emily's neck. Her other hand was against Emily's hip.
"And this." She moved Alison around to look at the view. "Holding you in this very spot."
"Anything else?"
"Mmm, remind me." Emily smirked. She knew damn well what Alison was trying to get her to remember.
Alison moved her hand against Emily's inner thigh and Emily's face flushed with passion. Alison could see it in her eyes, could tell she was thinking about it.
"Somewhere in this city there is a rental car with your bra still in it." Emily grinned against her lips.
"Hmm, do you really think they clean the cars that little?"
"I bet they have a box of lost and found items at the dealership full of bras and underwear and a whole mess of other things."
"Kinky." Alison lifted her brows.
"I'll show you kinky." Emily grasped her hips and pressed her fingers into the thin skin near the bottom of her ribs and tickled her.
Alison squealed in surprise and then laughed.
"You are so going to pay for that." Alison gripped her outer thigh and dug her nails into the side of her skirt.
"You're going to have to catch me first." Emily lifted her eyes mischievously. She dropped her hands to her side and took two steps back.
"What are you doing?" Alison laughed.
Emily didn't say a word. She just slowly started backing away while Alison looked at her like she was crazy. She was like an animal that was getting ready to run from a predator in the wild.
"Emily DiLaurentis-Fields, you better not…"
But she was already around the corner and dashing away before Alison could stop her. The blonde immediately started chasing after her.
"Hey, foul on the play. You're in the starting line-up with an injury!" Alison shouted out, then cocked her head in confusion about how she even knew sports terminology since she hadn't played anything since high school. And she sure as hell never watched sports.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" Emily teased, running backwards.
"Seriously, Em, stop before you hurt yourself."
"God, you are such a mom." Emily snorted.
"That must make you daddy then." Alison teased.
Emily almost tripped over her feet. Had she seriously just said that? Emily burst out in laughter.
"Shit, Ali…" Emily gawked through her laughter.
"Got your attention, didn't it?" Alison caught up with her.
But despite the fact that she'd caught up to her, Emily didn't stop moving. She had a destination she needed to get them to.
"What are you up to?" Alison finally wised up.
Emily just smiled and rounded another corner. Alison shook her head with a laugh and followed. She stopped when she got to a cordoned off area. Emily was on the other side of it grinning mischievously.
"I don't think we're allowed to go that way." Alison pointed to the "closed" signage.
"Oh, come on." Emily goaded her. "Since when have you ever followed the rules?"
"Are you calling me a lawbreaker?" Alison lifted one of her brows with a smirk.
"I have a pair of handcuffs and a nightstick that says you are." Emily gave her a sultry look.
"We are far from Rosewood." Alison walked around the cord. "What, did you pack up our entire nightstand and bring all the toys with you?"
"Getting it through security was fun." Emily replied jokingly.
She disappeared around another corner and Alison continued to follow her. Because she would follow the woman anywhere.
When Alison rounded the corner she found that Emily had finally stopped walking. She was in front of a tiny little table with two chairs that looked like they were from the restaurant on the second level of the tower. On the table there was a bucket with a bottle of wine chilling in ice. There were two vases with roses and two plates with some kind of dessert.
"What…" Alison was surprised.
She hadn't expected anything like this. She didn't know it was even allowed. How much trouble had Emily gone to in order to make this happen?
"Okay, so maybe I had another motive to get you up here." Emily took her hand and walked her over to the table.
Alison's jaw dropped as she looked out over the table and saw the view of her favorite Parisian city, the twinkling lights fluttering in the beautiful sunset.
"Emily, what is this? How…" She stuttered.
"I have a confession to make." Emily smiled. "I'm not just sore from the gondola ride. I…may have come up here early this morning and talked to a bunch of people about setting this up."
"How…how did you even…do they even allow this…is it like…" She glanced at Emily, her brows tightening. "Emily, who did you kill to make this happen?"
It was less of who she killed and more how her connections in the states hooked her up with the right people. She wanted tonight to be special. She wanted to make up for everything bad that had ever happened to them, everything she'd been the cause of. She owed Alison this and so much more.
"A magician never reveals her secrets." Emily replied.
"No, but a mob wife better." Alison looked at her with a jokingly stern brow. "Tell me this is on the up and up. Because the last thing we need right now is an angry French gang flying around that corner with sharpened baguettes and a bunch of angry men singing about a bloody revolution."
Emily chuckled and Alison smiled. She couldn't help it. When Emily smiled she just melted.
"There will be no re-enactments of Les Mis tonight." Emily promised. "Madame."
Emily put her hand out, palm up. Alison reached out and put her hand on top of Emily's. Emily closed her hand around Alison's and led her to the table.
"Em, this is too much." Alison swallowed a knot of budding emotion in her throat.
That Emily still cared to put this much work into their love after all these years was overwhelming.
"This was long overdue." Emily pulled Alison's chair out for her. "You're worth it, Ali. You've always been worth it."
"I love this." Alison reached out to take Emily's hands as she took her seat across the tiny table. "But just so you know I would have loved anything you wanted to do, even if it had been something simple that didn't require you to basically kill yourself to get it done." She somehow complimented and scolded Emily at the same time, which is something she'd done for years.
Emily secretly loved it. But she'd never let on that she did, because she liked to keep Alison guessing. She reached out and grabbed the chilled bottle of champagne and popped the cork. She poured them each a glass.
"To surviving another year of marriage." Emily raised her glass. "May we make it another fifteen years."
They both took a sip. The wine was sweet and delicious and chilled to perfection. Emily had outdone herself.
Fifteen years. They'd been married for fifteen years. It had been two years since they'd lost Grace. It still felt like just yesterday, or at least the grief still felt like no time had passed all. That's just the way grief worked. But they were still steadily moving forward. They were living with Grace in their hearts every day.
Despite everything, they'd made it fifteen years together. Fifteen years worth of fights, make-ups, children, loss, trauma, and most importantly, fifteen years of love. It had not been easy getting their footing after all of Emily's secrets came out. Despite the fact that she had lied and endangered herself, her family stood by her. Alison kept her promise that they would get through it together.
When Emily was at her worst, when she didn't believe she deserved help from her loved ones, they stood by her. Alison had kept her word about weathering their troubles as a family.
They'd been going to therapy for nearly a year and a half now. And it made all the difference.
Lily was thriving. She was top of her Junior class. She'd been going out with Eli for almost a year and a half. They'd started seeing each other around the time that Ben had tried to kill them. They'd gotten really close. Eli looked out for Lily and Lily made sure that Eli stayed out of trouble. And while they were good kids, they had the hormones of raging teenagers, so Alison and Emily had asked their friends to watch them closely while they were gone. Not to mention that Lily's moms wanted her to call once a day to check in.
That call came in just as they were enjoying their dessert of Crème brûlée.
Emily grabbed her phone from her purse.
"You brought your phone on our romantic getaway?" Alison licked a bite of her dessert.
"Hey, would you rather Lily be running around freely with Eli and his new car?"
"It's a pick-up truck." Alison corrected her.
"Yeah, and do you remember how many times a pick-up truck was a total open bed for us to…"
"Okay, point taken. Answer the child." Alison moved over to the other side of the table.
"Hey, Lily." Emily hit the video chat screen.
To her surprise she saw Eli staring back at her. His hair was a little shaggy, but he was otherwise well groomed. It was trippy to see their children turning into teenagers. Eli had the smallest hint of a mustache and some chin hair. He'd grown several inches. All of the kids had really grown into their own in the past year and a half. They seemed to be past their awkward teenage phases and were becoming little adults.
"Hey, Lily is in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on her outfit for tonight." They were going to a charity dance at school. "But I was ordered to call and tell you that she's in good hands tonight."
"That better be metaphorical, Eli." Alison warned.
"Of course." Eli laughed.
He moved the camera around the room, revealing that they weren't alone. All of the kids were hanging out doing various things, playing games, chatting. They all acknowledged the camera, some of them smiling and waving while walking by and doing things, and others…Levi…shouting "wuddup la France?". He'd grown about a foot. It was insane how fast the kids were growing. Eli stopped the camera on the couch, where Caleb and Ezra were sitting. Caleb was typing something on his phone. Ezra was scanning a newspaper like an old man.
"Chaperone city. I promise." Eli smiled.
"I don't know. They look more invested in their stocks than their children..." Emily said jokingly.
Ezra and Caleb looked up, both giving the camera a smarmy look.
"Yes, well you see our stocks make money, where-as our children take it." Caleb smarted back.
Alison and Emily laughed.
"Hey, how's France?" Ezra waved.
"Magnifique." Alison answered.
"The kids behaving?" Emily asked.
"We run a tight ship." Caleb assured her. Then his attention was captured by something that was happening across the room. "Levi, get away from that!" He dashed off screen.
"Totally tight ship." Ezra nodded, smiling, trying to pretend everything was normal, which Alison and Emily knew it never was with their kids.
There was a loud crash.
"Throw it outside!" Iris exclaimed somewhere in the distance.
"Would you just excuse me for one moment…" Ezra laughed nervously as he got off the couch. "Kai, just put the pan down and get the fire extinguisher!"
"We should have just ordered pizza." They heard Harper say dryly off-screen.
"This is why I don't let him in the kitchen at home." Fiona replied. "Kai, stop, that's going to make it worse!"
"Levi, don't use that! That's an accelerant!" Iris shouted.
"Our kids are going to blow up Rosewood," Emily said in certainty.
"Well, at least we're halfway across the country." Alison glanced at the city of Paris.
The camera turned back around and Eli had been joined by Lily.
"Just as I promised. One safe and sound Lily."
"Hi moms." She waved, reaching out to take the camera from Eli.
"Sweetheart, you look beautiful." Alison gushed.
Lily was wearing a teal top that Alison had helped her pick out. She had eye make-up on that accentuated her naturally beautiful brown eyes and long lashes.
"What did I tell you about gushing?" Lily warned.
"What are you going to do about it? We're all the way across the sea." Alison smirked.
"So, mom…" Lily glanced at Emily to address her. "How is Operation Amour going?"
"In process." Emily replied, trying not to reveal too much. "Ex-nay on the omance-ray alk-tay."
Alison looked at Emily, wondering what she was up to and then she glanced at Lily.
"I speak pig latin, you know. You told our daughter about this?" Alison looked at Emily in surprise.
"I helped." Lily grinned. She seemed way too excited. "It's been in the works for like weeks. I can't wait for…"
"Lily, we're still on dessert. Just chill out. Game face." Emily interrupted her.
"You mean there's more?" Alison's jaw dropped.
What else could she possibly have planned? Other than sex, which she most certainly wouldn't have told their daughter about.
There was a loud clanging noise on Lily's end of the phone and Lily looked over her shoulder. She laughed.
"I gotta go. This place is a madhouse." Lily turned and faced the camera again. "Love you. Have fun." She grinned at Emily. They shared a secret little wink.
They said their goodbyes and then Emily put her phone up. Alison found herself basically shoveling the rest of her dessert in her mouth because she couldn't wait to see what was next.
"Babe, it's not a hotdog eating contest…"
"Done." Alison smiled, putting her fork against her plate.
Emily laughed and sipped on her wine. Alison did the same. When they were finished Emily stood up and reached out to take Alison's hand to lead her to their next adventure. They walked to the other side of the tower, where a small area that said "reserved" had a little carpeted walkway that led to a makeshift dance area where a string quartet was waiting. Alison stopped in her tracks and gasped.
"You set this up?" Alison gaped in surprise.
"Mmhmm." Emily nodded.
They walked over to the little dance floor that was overlooking the other side of the city, the sunset still looming, the area below twinkling off of the river. Emily looked at the band and nodded and they started playing.
"Care to dance?" Emily smiled at her, holding her hand out.
"Do you even have to ask?" Alison laughed with tears in her eyes. She loved this woman more than she could say. She reached out, but then stopped and her face flashed in trepidation. "I don't know if I remember this waltz though."
"It's okay. I'll lead."
Alison smiled and leaned into Emily.
"I'll follow you anywhere."
Alison curled her body against Emily's and followed her motions through several songs. The feel of her arms around her was an even more fulfilling feeling than standing on top of the Eiffel tower and dancing with her. She didn't care where they were as long as they had each other. The last slow song ended and Emily smiled and then nodded at the band and they walked off to give them some privacy.
"God, I can't even imagine what you're going to do to top this." Alison hummed happily.
"Maybe top you." Emily winked.
"Oh?" Alison bit her lip and smiled. "We'll see about that..."
"The night is still young." Emily grinned.
Emily led Alison over to the edge of the walkway overlooking Paris.
"You remember when we were kids in high school and you said you wanted to run away with me forever?" Emily questioned.
"How about forever?" Alison nodded with a smile.
"Well, I think we've figured out that the 'running away' part is not for us." Especially not since their family was grounded in Rosewood. Especially not with Grace there. "But there is something else that I can give you." Emily put her hands against the railing.
Alison thought she saw sweat building up on her palms. She put her hands on top of Emily's and found that they were shaking.
"Em, are you okay?" Alison put her palm against her wrist in concern, squeezing it gently.
But Emily's face showed no signs of distress. She looked happy, serene.
"The last time we were here you told me that even though things were rough that you knew we would come through. You said you didn't just marry your wife, but your best friend. That you loved me no matter who I was and where we were."
She remembered that. Though many of her memories were hazy she remembered every gesture and word of love. She'd held on to that, somehow. She turned, moving to face Alison. Her eyes were glistening with tears.
"Alison, you believed in us. You fought for us even when the chips were down. And after everything we've been through it just made me realize I am so happy that we have our forever. I am so happy to have my best friend with me for our forever."
She leaned down, planting her knee against the ground, pulling something small and reflective out of her blouse pocket.
Alison's eyes widened.
"I know we already have our forever, but I want to give you more than forever. Because not even forever is long enough for me." Emily replied. "Would you do me the honor of making it forever and an eternity? Will you remarry me?"
She held out a small thin engagement ring that matched her wedding band. Lily had helped her pick it out. Right off the bat Alison could see that there was an inscription. It took her a moment to realize that it was all of their initials. A & E, each side flanked by a heart. There was a G by the heart on Alison's side and an L by the heart on Emily's side.
Alison's jaw dropped. She squeaked in surprise. She couldn't say anything for a few seconds.
"Are you kidding me right now?" Alison blurted out.
Not a yes. Not a no. Just a typical Alison response.
"Um…not exactly helping my confidence here." Emily laughed. "I mean, we're already married and your first reaction isn't an immediate yes?"
"No, it's just…" Alison shook her head with a laugh, tears threatening to spill over her eyelids. "I mean, yes, of course! Of course!" She said enthusiastically. "I just…this was not what I had in mind tonight."
Alison had a plan of her own tonight. And this had really kind of thrown her idea out the window. She bit her lip nervously and reached into a small pocket on the side of her dress and moved down to Emily's level and revealed a small box. She lifted the lid and exposed the ring inside.
"Oh, Alison…" It was beautiful.
"Uh," Alison nervously wiped away a tear from underneath her right eye, "…since I didn't get to do this right the first time." She took Emily's free hand in hers. "It was always my dream to propose to you in Paris, but it just never happened…with the girls and everything. And I wouldn't trade that for the world. I wouldn't trade our time with them or the look on your face that night when I asked you for anything."
She was rambling, and Emily laughed tearfully at how nervous she still was after all their years of marriage.
"I wanted to do something special for you to show you how special you are to me. I thought that we could renew our vows."
Something Emily had also clearly been thinking about. She looked around at the setup that Emily had put together and she felt small in comparison.
"I wasn't planning anything nearly as elaborate as this. I just planned to take you to the top of the tower and get down on one knee and propose to you as the sun was setting. I didn't even think to do the romantic setup like you did. You always have to out-do me, don't you?" Alison laughed with tears in her eyes.
So that's why she'd been so bitchy about Emily going all out.
"Alison, it's perfect." Emily slipped the ring she'd gotten for her on Alison's finger on top of her wedding ring. "You're perfect."
"I had…I had this whole speech planned, but now all I can think about is how much I love you and how much I was afraid I'd screw this up, and I…I…we…you are my best friend, Emily. And I got so lucky to marry my best friend." God, why was asking Emily to marry her a second time more nerve-wracking than the first? "I know after everything we went through…"
She forgot what she was going to say. She tried to remember what her speech had entailed, but all she could think about was the beautiful evening that Emily had given her.
"I love you, Em. You mean so much to me and I…we…I want…will you…"
Just like she'd done the first time when she proposed she started tripping up over her words because she was getting too emotional.
"Ali…" Emily grabbed her cheeks, tears in her eyes. "Alison, yes. Of course. A million times yes." She mirrored the exact same thing she'd said to her all those years ago after Alison had proposed to her the first time.
"I love you." Alison laughed tearfully.
"I love you, too." Emily pulled Alison's face towards hers.
Their lips met in a hard embrace. Alison pulled back, her hands trembling as she put the additional ring on Emily's finger over the top of her wedding band. They smiled at one another again and then they met in another crashing kiss, their hands gripping each other's cheeks. Emily tilted her forehead down until it met Alison's.
They stayed together, holding each other for several minutes. It was only when Alison could see a look of discomfort on Emily's face that she stood up and forced her to her feet. She knew when Emily's stomach was tense, and most of the time it was positional.
"Come on. Let's go watch the sunset from the top deck." Emily suggested.
They went up to the top viewing deck, still buzzing in euphoria from the dual proposals, the wine, the dance, and in Emily's case…her pain meds. They walked by several other lovers watching as the sun disappeared behind the city, leaving various shades of orange and red hues gleaming over the tops of villas and buildings.
Emily wrapped her arm around the small of Alison's back and Alison leaned against her, resting her head on Emily's shoulder. She reached across their joined bodies and took Emily's free hand, looping their bodies together in the front. All at once, Emily felt a warm surge come over her. She felt fuzzy-headed, but in a good way. Suddenly, the sunset seemed brighter. Alison's touch seemed more exotic. She felt like the sunset, like Alison's touch, was in her.
"I probably should have taken it easy on the wine." Emily mumbled with a smile on her face.
Alison turned to face her, finding her face flushed. She felt warm. Alison let go of her hand and reached up to stroke her cheek, which did not help Emily's libido.
"You feeling your pain meds, baby?"
"Mmmhmm." Emily nodded.
Alison grinned, a seductive smirk on her face. Because she knew there was no way they weren't going to have mindblowing sex tonight.
"Good."
They stayed in their embrace for a few seconds and then Alison moved to try and get one last view at the disappearing sun. She stood on the tips of her toes and leaned near the railing. Her firm round buttocks stuck out and Emily discreetly moved behind her and put her palm against it giving it a gentle squeeze. Alison glanced over her shoulder at her and smiled. She loved handsy Emily.
Alison moved so that she was partially in front of Emily, the back of her thigh was touching the front of Emily's. Emily moved her until she was fully in front of her and then wrapped her arms around her front to hold her in place. Alison put her hands on top of Emily's.
"Mmm, this is nice." Alison sighed, staring out at the view.
She felt one of Emily's arms moving, her hand sliding down over her hip and against her thigh.
"Emily Catherine DiLaurentis-Fields," Alison hissed, knowing exactly what she was doing. "There are other people up here."
"No one is watching us." Her hand slipped underneath the front of Alison's dress.
Alison moaned quietly. They could be caught at any moment, but somehow that turned her on more. It was the trolley in wine valley all over again. It was like a chemical reaction with the two of them. They couldn't stop themselves when all the different romantic factors, like the ones of tonight, had come into play.
Emily blew against the tip of her ear and then nipped at the sensitive skin as her fingers danced into dangerously sexual territory. Alison pushed her ass back against Emily's front, eliciting a quiet moan from the brunette. She kissed the side of Alison's neck and rubbed her fingers against the lacy fabric of Alison's underwear.
Emily whispered quietly against her ear, kissing the top of her jaw, her tongue pressing against a soft spot Alison had. Alison shuddered. She felt Emily grin against her skin. She just had to hope they were being discreet.
Being discreet flew out the window when she felt Emily slip a finger into her. A quiet satisfied moan came out. She thought she saw a man's head turn their way, so she stiffened up. When she looked over she saw that he was chatting with the girl he was with as they took in the view of Paris. Alison and Emily moved slightly to the right where they were partially obstructed by a beam. Alison bit down on her lip to keep from making more noise, but Emily didn't make it easy. She wanted to hear her.
"Feel good?" Emily pushed her hair aside and started pressing kisses along the back of her neck down to her exposed shoulder as she moved her finger in and out in a slow rhythmic pace.
"Uh huh," was all Alison could utter in response.
She couldn't believe Emily was doing this with people like ten feet away from them. Alison felt her hips moving in short small thrusts against Emily's motions. She had to fight to control herself, which made it more erotic to her. She felt Emily push another finger in and press the knuckle of her third finger against her clit.
Alison cinched her eyes shut and concentrated on not shouting. She very carefully moved against Emily's motions, rubbing into her touch, trying to push her swollen bundle of nerves into Emily's knuckles.
"Still want me to stop?" Emily asked teasingly, massaging her neck with her lips.
"You better fucking not." Alison huffed out through her breaths.
Emily reached up with her free hand, massaging her breast and Alison almost embarrassed herself with the sounds of the short loud breaths that slipped from her lips. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge. Emily curled her fingers and Alison moaned softly as her body stiffened, her motions becoming less controlled. Emily hit something inside of her and she saw stars.
"There," Alison huffed out a shaky breath.
Emily drew back and repeated the same motion. She could feel Alison tightening. She was so busy working on her that she barely even noticed that Alison's hands had drifted away from her arm and were moving backwards. Alison reached down, her fingers stroking Emily's inner thigh, slowly moving up as she tried to control her own breathing. She slipped her fingers underneath Emily's panties and could feel that Emily was as wet as she was.
Emily hit a spot inside of Alison that made her vision go white. She moved her fingers against Emily's engorged slit.
"Again." Alison whispered, so close to release.
Emily was having a hard time concentrating with Alison touching her and lazily slipping a finger in and out of her entrance. Alison added a second and then started playing around in her erogenous zones, her movements becoming more calculated. Alison curled her fingers in her wife and she felt a hot shaky breath against her shoulder.
"Ali…" Emily muttered with a quiet groan.
"Shh." Alison warned her.
Emily nodded and then started moving in Alison again. She knew exactly where Alison needed her and she meticulously worked that area until Alison was shaking against her.
"W-wait," Alison said quietly. "Wait, I want…" She breathed heavily, "I want to wait on…you." Her body started to tense. And she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. So she pushed into Emily and curled her fingers, vigorously drawing circles between her legs. Emily bit down on her lip.
Alison threw her head back against Emily's shoulder as her walls tightened. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming. Emily bit down on Alison's neck to contain her cries of pleasure and that sent an entirely new kind of pleasure coursing through Alison's body.
As they both shuddered and then let go there was a certain euphoria that washed over them. The air felt so different, so thin. The twinkling lights of the city were like a rush of dancing fireflies leaving behind slow trails of stardust in their wake. It was a high neither of them had ever felt before.
When they were finished they both quietly slid their fingers out of one another and went back to their loving embrace, looking at the view, quietly panting and waiting for the feeling to return to their limbs.
"I can't believe we just did that," Alison said breathlessly, turning to face Emily.
"Happy anniversary." Emily smiled, kissing her. "We can cross that off our bucket list."
"Screw crossing it off." Alison shook her head, her face red and hot. "I wanna do it again."
Alison pushed against her, ready for round two, her hand reaching for Emily's ass.
"Should we take this back to our hotel room?" Emily suggested.
Alison answered with another feverish kiss. Emily pulled away.
"So, is that a yes…or…"
"Don't fucking toy with me." Alison growled with a hint of husk in her voice.
It turned Emily on in all kinds of ways. Alison grabbed her hand and led the way. Her body was aching with want. She yearned for Emily's touch so much.
They had barely made it back into their room before Alison spun around and leaped up against Emily, wrapping her legs around her waist and throwing her arms around her neck. Emily nearly fell back against the wall, but managed to move them around so that Alison's back was against the door. Emily had flashes to the last night they'd been in Paris together.
Alison didn't have to tell her to go to the bed this time. Because Emily was already moving towards the mattress. She crawled on to the bed, Alison still attached to her body. Alison automatically let her legs go slack while keeping their upper bodies connected. She felt Emily's fingers sliding against her back as she pulled the zipper down on her dress.
Alison worked open the buttons on the front of Emily's blouse, her warm hands sliding against her toned skin. Emily pulled back to shake the blouse off and then went back to suckling Alison's neck. She continued to work the dress off of Alison's body until the garment hit the floor and their lacy bras met. Emily pulled away from Alison's neck and kissed the top of her chest as she popped the clasp of her bra and pulled it off of her. She wasted no time diving in and kissing all along her chest while simultaneously pulling Alison's panties off. Alison lifted her hips up to help her get the underwear off.
Emily continued working both of Alison's breasts. Her mouth moved with the rise and fall of Alison's quickened breathing. She heard Alison whimper out a cry when she took one of her erect nipples in her mouth. Alison's back arched against Emily's face and she momentarily stopped her movements in between Emily's shoulder blades where she was trying to unhook Emily's bra. She couldn't help herself as she tangled her fingers into Emily's hair and pushed her further against her bosom.
Alison moved her other hand against Emily's side, her fingers tracing the pattern of one of her scars. She felt Emily tense at the touch, as she often did. The blemishes left by her brushes with death often made her feel exposed and insecure. Alison always tried to make her feel loved, whole.
She pushed up, meeting Emily's lips and unhooked her bra, releasing Emily's breasts from their containment. Her delicate fingers rolled over her nipples as she pushed her tongue through Emily's lips, their mouths rolling together in both a strangely coordinated, yet still sloppy, motion.
Alison reached down between their bodies, sliding her hand up against Emily's inner thigh. She felt Emily's wetness before she even got to her panty line. She loved that she could still make her this aroused. She slipped her fingers underneath her underwear and Emily gasped against her mouth. Alison moved her fingers back and forth, a strong desire to just plunge right into her. But she wanted more first. She wanted all of her. She moved forward, pushing slightly to the side so Emily was forced to roll over. She never broke their kiss.
The blonde moved her fingers down, hooking her thumbs against Emily's skirt and panties. Emily wiggled to help her get them off and then Alison moved back down and pressed a soft kiss to one of the most sensitive areas on Emily's abdomen.
Alison took her turn exploring Emily's body, kissing her breasts and then delicately sliding her lips along her scars. She saw Emily turn to look away, something she had done since the wreck. But Alison stopped her. She reached up with one hand and forced her cheek back towards her.
"Hey, you're beautiful, Em," she whispered, kissing her healed wounds. The woman was gorgeous inside and out. She moved up and pushed her lips against Emily's. "Don't ever turn away from me. Don't hide. I want you to see the beauty that I see."
Emily pushed her lips against Alison's again and lovingly raked her fingers through her hair. Alison pulled back and peered into her eyes, watching her adoringly for a moment. Then she moved down again, her lips lingering, leaving imprints of her lasting warmth in their wake. And Emily did something she usually didn't do…she watched as Alison's fingers and lips rolled against her scars. It opened her eyes to something she'd never seen before. Alison didn't care about her mistakes. She didn't care about the past. All she cared about was her. Emily watched in wonderment as Alison loved her, all of her. It didn't matter what she'd done, who she'd become. Alison loved her.
Alison kissed lower, teasing her entrance with her tongue. She heard Emily groan and she moaned against her center, which added to Emily's pleasure. She pressed her tongue against the tight aroused nerves near her entrance and then slipped a finger inside of her. Emily's thighs tightened in response and she started to shake.
Alison slowly moved up against her body, moving back to Emily's stomach, pressing hot kisses there before taking her right breast into her mouth and swirling her tongue along her nipple. She sat up and pushed another finger into her and moved her thigh against Emily's pelvis as close as she could get to her center. Her fingers moved in and out, curling with each thrust. Emily lifted her hips to match Alison's pace.
Emily's orgasm hit her fast and hard, and because of the lingering effects of her pain medications she felt it in a deeper part of herself than normal. Everything slowed down. She could feel every molecule in her body trembling in delight. It was overwhelming to the point where she had to grasp the sheets in her fingers to make sure she wasn't really floating away.
Even though she'd peaked, Alison didn't stop. And Emily couldn't find her words to tell her she needed to breathe before coming again. And she didn't get the chance because Alison played her like a beautifully practiced instrument, her fingers hitting all the perfect notes. Alison liked watching the expressions on her face as she pleasured her. She rolled her thumb against her sensitive clit and Emily cried out.
Unable to take it anymore, Emily pushed herself up on her elbows and moved up to meet Alison's lips. She pushed until she was sitting up. She grasped Alison's thighs and pulled her into her lap, making Alison's fingers move even harder inside of her. As her body curved against Alison's she reached down and moved Alison's legs, pulling against her knees until Alison got the hint and unbent her legs so she could curl them around Emily's waist. She wrapped an arm around Emily and pulled her closer so that their breasts were touching. It was a tighter - more intimate position. With their pelvises firmly connected and Alison thrusting against her, the blonde was able to reach deeper inside of her wife.
Emily panted heavily against her face, her eyes locked on Alison's. Their lips moved together softly, but assuredly. Emily moved one hand between their joined centers and pressed against Alison's arousal. Alison groaned into her mouth. She felt Emily brush her fingers against her cheek just as the fingers of her other hand pushed into her slick center. Alison used the movements of their bodies to pull her closer as she dug her nails into Emily's back.
Soon they found the perfect tempo. Just like their dance, Emily set the rhythm and Alison followed. She wrapped her legs tightly around Emily's hips and bucked against her motions, because now Emily was hitting spots inside of her that were making her entire body shake. She was feeling things she'd never felt before. She kept her pace up inside of Emily, but she was already almost at her peak.
"Jesus." Alison huffed, biting down on Emily's lip. She felt her motions out of her control as her hips moved up against Emily to meet her fingers' thrusts.
Seconds later she was done, her body completely at the mercy of her wife. She tightened around Emily's fingers and threw her head back and as soon as Emily pressed her lips against her collar bone she cried out her name and a hot liquid spilled out between them. Emily wasn't far behind as she helped Alison fall into the pleasure of her orgasm. She felt Alison's fingers curl inside of her towards her stomach and she managed to slam her pelvis with the motion and it hit Emily in exactly the right spot. She felt Alison's hand slip up to the back of her neck as she let go, more wetness pooling between them.
As their bodies writhed together their lips met in a soft embrace, their faces centimeters apart, their chests pressed together gently. Their eyes never strayed. Alison cupped Emily's cheek with her free hand and Emily pushed forward to capture her lips. Alison pulled away, exhausted, still gasping for air. She pushed her forehead against Emily's shoulder and pressed a kiss against her salty wet skin. She tightened her hold on Emily, their bodies quivering together, both of them barely containing the stamina to stay sitting up.
They pulled out at the same time and their centers naturally fell together, skin against skin. Emily wrapped her arm around the small of Alison's back to pull her closer, both of them still trembling and breathing hard.
Alison stared at her with an exhausted smile. The brunette's bronze skin was glowing with sweat in the aftermath. Her eyes were still dark with desire. Her cheeks were bright red. Her hair was slightly messy. And Alison loved it.
She felt Emily moving them and somehow she ended up with her back against the mattress. Emily pressed a kiss against her forehead and smiled at the dreamy blonde beneath her. The irises of her blue eyes were fully dilated with lust and passion. Her chest was still moving up and down erratically. Emily placed a trail of kisses down her body, stopping at her pelvis and looking up at her with a devious smirk. Alison's eyes widened in surprise.
"Em, I can't…not again." She was still so sensitive.
"We'll see about that." Emily disappeared between her thighs.
One of the advantages of being married for so long was just how well they knew each others' bodies and Emily knew just how much her wife could withstand. And she intended on pushing her to that limit tonight.
Seconds later Alison felt Emily's hot tongue delving in between her folds and she let out something between a cry and a moan.
"Em…" She could barely speak. "Emily…I…it's…ohmy…fuuuck."
Despite her protests she instinctively moved a hand down and placed it against the back of Emily's head, curling her fingers in her hair and pushing her further against her center, her hips jerking uncontrollably again.
Her back nearly arched off of the bed completely when Emily slid two fingers in and pushed her thumb against her still sensitive clit. Her legs fell open wider for her wife and she moved her body in waves against the penetration. She felt Emily crawling on top of her, their bodies sliding together. Emily leaned down to kiss her, pushing her body flush against hers while still moving her fingers in her. She could feel Emily smirking against her lips. She was always so cocky when she was buzzed.
Two can play that game. Alison thought to herself as she moved her fingers down to Emily's core again.
Emily's mouth fell open in a perfect "O" in surprise when Alison worked two fingers into her. She quickly added a third.
Neither of them lasted long. Their bodies shuddered. Alison grabbed the back of her neck and pulled Emily's face down until their foreheads met as they hit their highs together.
The room was quiet except for the sound of their heavy breathing. It was Alison who spoke first.
"You're amazing," she said between pants as she stroked Emily's cheek softly.
"I could say the same for you." Emily smiled back at her, her breath still uneven.
"No. I mean it, Em." Alison brushed her hair behind her ear. "You are my whole world. I love you. I love you so much."
The words felt like a warm burst of air encompassing Emily's entire body. She knew it. She'd always known it. But hearing Alison say it still made her feel like she was hearing it for the first time, every time.
"I love you, too," Emily said with tears in her eyes.
Alison saw the tears, but she knew they were from joy. Because she knew her wife better than anyone. She had always been able to see into her soul. Emily couldn't hide anything she was feeling, because all Alison had to do was look into her eyes, and she knew.
After they came down from their euphoric bliss, Emily collapsed on top of her. Alison buried her chin into Emily's shoulder and lightly kissed her slippery skin. Emily rolled over, Alison moving with her as she did. She wasn't ready to let her go. She held her and Emily automatically wrapped her arm against Alison's waist, their bodies still connected, their heat still radiating off of them. Alison reached down and put her hand on top of her wife's. She curled her fingers into Emily's, her thumb drawing mindless patterns along her skin. Emily watched her, a sweet droopy smile on her face. Emily looked down at their joined hands. She played with the rings on Alison's ring finger.
"I'm so lucky I have you." Emily looked back up at her, placing a soft kiss on her lips. She pulled back, fighting a yawn, barely able to fight the exhaustion any longer.
"You look tired, baby." Alison ran her index finger along her jawline.
She'd definitely had a long day. She'd been all over France and up and down the Eiffel Tower numerous times, and now this. How she was still awake was beyond Alison. It's like she was superhuman. Alison's beautiful perfect superhuman.
"Why don't you rest, sweetie? Just rest." Alison smiled.
Emily didn't say anything in response. She just smiled back and looked at her. She wanted to stay awake as long as she possibly could because she could never get enough of seeing her wife. Her body had other ideas though, and soon her eyes were drooping closed. Alison stayed up for a little bit longer, watching her face, making sure it didn't show any signs of distress. Alison tried to make it a habit to make sure Emily fell asleep in her arms, hoping that it would keep her nightmares at bay.
She watched her dream, noticing the serene look on her face. Emily was dreaming about Grace, but not about the wreck. It was common. She dreamed that her daughter was safe and happy and loved. Alison watched her sleep, lightly threading her fingers through Emily's hair and up against her cheek.
"I love you, Alison," Emily muttered in her sleep.
Alison smiled, looking down over her. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her forehead.
"I love you, too, Emily," she whispered back. "Always."
Emily smiled in her sleep and clutched her wife tighter. Alison was content to let her hold her for the rest of their lives. Not just for forever, or forever and a day. But forever and an eternity.
A/N:
Me: *writes happiness*
Also me: *side-eyes the hell out of that happiness, because I know me and I don't trust me*
Seriously though, not counting the alternate ending (which is going to take a while to finalize and post) this is where we leave our beloved Emison. Happy. In Love. In Paris. Hope it lives up to every expectation and more (you have all more than earned it for sticking with me on this insane ride). I still fret over the love and the bedroom shenanigans. All I ask is that you're nicer to me in the reviews than I am to myself when I'm editing.
Love you all for the continuous support.