Alison pushed herself out of Lorenzo's hands and past Spencer. There was no way in hell she was letting Emily leave like that. She wasn't going to disrespect Alison in her own home and walk away like she did nothing.

Spencer watched as the blonde stalked past her, "where are you—,"

"Don't follow me," Alison cut. She stopped to bring her eyes to Lorenzo, a bit softer than just a second ago. She did feel bad for leaving him this way, but right now she had a one track mind that was centered on another brunette. "That includes you too."

Lorenzo opened his mouth to respond but before Alison could give him the chance, the blonde stepped outside leaving him in the kitchen. "What just happened, Spencer?"

The youngest Hastings sighed and wrapped her arms around of herself, her eyes focused on her boots, "years of built up emotions. Don't take it personal."

"She's going to pick Emily, isn't she?"

"What?" Spencer brought her eyes up to meet Lorenzo's. He looked defeated. Like he was in the last quarter of a game and he knew he was about to lose.

"If I make Ali choose between me or Emily, she's going to choose Emily, right? I need to know because I feel exhausted fighting for her attention already, Spencer. I want her, I would give my all for her, but something tells me that I've already lost before the competition even started."

"Their history is complicated," Spencer tried, "things between them are—difficult."

"They make difficult look like a walk in the park. Whatever that was, it's more than complicated."

Lorenzo sighed as he walked from the kitchen to the living room to grab his keys on a table. "I would move mountains for her, but the problem is she wouldn't even see me if I did it. She would only see Emily on the other side."

Spencer felt sorry for the man standing in front of her. She knew he would never say it out-loud, but he loved Alison. He was an absolute fool for her. Like a teenager falling in love for the first time. Spencer truly believed that if Alison wanted a mountain moved, he would spend his days pushing the rock and spending his nights praying to God for super-human strength that allowed him to do it.

But Spencer also knew the love that he held for Alison would never be returned. Alison may have let Lorenzo kiss her and hold her hand, but those were simply drops compared to the ocean that was reserved for Emily.

Lorenzo's keys jingled in his hand as he found his car key. "If I don't hear back from her tonight, I'll know my answer." He walked to Spencer to give her a hug and a quick peck on her cheek. "I'll see you around, Spencer. You and Toby get back to Washington safe."

Spencer squeezed Lorenzo's shoulder before letting him go, "you're an amazing guy, Lorenzo. You will find someone who loves you as much as you love them. They will be such a lucky girl."

The smile on Lorenzo's lips were sad, but Spencer knew it was a true smile. One that understood. "I know."

"C'mon, I'll walk out with you," Spencer stated. She may as well go home too if Alison and Emily left her alone in her neighbor's house.

—

"You had no right to talk to me like that," Alison growled after catching up with Emily. Sometimes Alison forgot how damn athletic Emily was. That she was literally paid to play a sport because of her athleticism.

Emily kept walking, almost making her way to the DiLaurentis/Hastings property line. She needed to get as far away from Lorenzo as she could. The image of him putting his belt on looped in her head over and over and over. "Leave me alone, Alison."

"Leave you alone? Do I need to remind you that you're the one who walked in my house tonight?"

"Yeah, well, don't worry, it won't happen again. I won't set another foot near you anytime soon."

Anger flushed through the blonde. She grabbed Emily's arm and stopped the swimmer in her tracks, turning her around so she was facing Alison. "Don't touch me," Emily said, pulling her arm from Alison's hands. "There's no telling where your hands have been."

"Okay, see this is exactly what I'm talking about. Don't talk to me like I'm some whore out on the street. You have nerve coming into my house and talking to me that way. How dare you? You don't get to disrespect me like that and then run away with your tail tucked in-between your legs."

Emily scoffed and turned to keep walking. Part of her was on fire that Alison followed her outside and the other part wanted Alison to leave her alone because each time she looked at the blonde, she saw Lorenzo. Lorenzo shirtless. Lorenzo's erection. Lorenzo's hand on Alison's hips. Lorenzo's lips on Alison's lips. Lorenzo's hand holding Alison. Each interaction that Emily witnessed between the two flashed through Emily's head on replay.

Emily ignored Alison's rant until she reached the Hastings barn-renovated in-law suite in the backyard. She marched her way inside with Alison following behind of her, the blonde still firing off a mile a minute, "and you just think you can—," Emily turned to face the blonde, stopping Alison mid sentence. The intensity in Emily's eyes was enough to halt any thought running through Alison's mind.

"You asked me if I thought about you while I'm with Victoria, do you want to know the answer to that?"

Indecisiveness fell upon the blonde. She didn't know how to respond. Not really. Not when she didn't know which answer she was going to get. That's the thing about knowing something, you can't ever unknow it. It was something Alison always told her friends when they were teenagers. Pick and choose what you want to actually know, because sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Alison watched as Emily took off her jacket and tossed it on the couch before taking a step towards her. "Do you want to know if I thought about you when I was touching her? Feeling her? Kissing her?"

The blonde felt paralyzed under Emily's gaze. Suddenly the arguments on her tongue were reduced to silence as she watched Emily take steps closer to her. Emily with dark eyes and, what was that, a smirk pulling at her lips?

Emily was only a step from Alison when she reached forward with both of her hands, pressing them against the wall as Alison stood in-between her arms. Alison pushed herself back against the wall. She immediately started to become lightheaded at Emily's proximity. Her senses were on overload. All of them except one was being flooded by the brunette. Taste. Alison's eyes flickered down to Emily's lips.

Emily tilted Alison's chin up, "my eyes are up here."

When Alison shot her eyes to Emily the swimmer felt desire pull deep in her core. The way Alison was looking at her with those expressive blue eyes set Emily's nerves on fire.

She brought her lips to Alison's ear, the warmth sending rushes of goosebumps down Alison's arms. "Answer me."

The blonde fought with herself until she decided this was it. Against all better judgement, she was going to let Emily break her heart this one last time. She needed to hear this. She needed to hear Emily choose Victoria over her. Alison had never actually heard Emily pick another woman over her, but now that Emily was dangling it in front of her, Alison was taking the bait. God, her therapist is going to be pissed when she calls her tomorrow.

She shut her eyes and allowed herself this one last moment being between Emily's arms. She could hear the brunette's breathing in her ear and feel Emily's hands brushing against her shoulders. In that moment Alison almost hated herself for where she and Emily were today. How did they go from two seventeen years olds with doey eyes and wondering hands to twenty-six year olds who couldn't stop hurting each other. What happened to them?

Alison was brought back to one night five and a half years ago. It was a warm summer night in August , just a week after classes started back at UCLA. Emily was in town for the weekend, visiting Alison in Los Angeles to celebrate the start of their senior year. Alison remembered that weekend like it was yesterday. she dreamt of it from time to time. The way Emily kissed her, how she fit in Emily's lap almost too perfectly, the feel of Emily under her tongue. It was a weekend they both needed. They hadn't been able to spend much time together that year and any time with Emily that Alison could get, she lapped it up.

The weekend ran perfectly until Sunday night, when Emily pulled a ring from her suitcase and asked Alison the question that has defined their relationship for the next five and a half years. And maybe, Alison thinks, maybe she is to blame for where they are now. Standing in Spencer's barn with the taste of Lorenzo still in Alison's mouth and the storm brewing in Emily's eyes. Maybe she is the reason for their dysfunction. Their broken hearts and saddened eyes. Maybe she deserves this, to hear Emily choose someone who will say yes to her, like Emily said Victoria would. "Tell me."

The words were so soft that for a moment, Emily couldn't be sure that Alison had said them. She pulled back from Alison's ear to look the blonde in the eyes. She wanted to see Alison's face when she told her. She needed Alison to know.

"I thought of you every time."

Alison's eyes widened as she had to make sure she heard Emily correctly and this wasn't some fucked up fantasy that she was having. She stood in shook for just a second before Emily continued.

"I've thought of you every day. I've wanted you every day."

Emily's eyes dipped to Alison's lips before quickly coming back to her eyes. "When you saw the me the restaurant, I had just gotten back from the airport."

Alison's eyebrows scrunched in confusion before Emily continued. "I took the first flight to Dallas this morning."

"Dallas? What were you—,"

"Victoria's from Dallas."

"Oh." Alison's eyes fell from Emily to the floor. She had completely misread Emily's message earlier because what possible good come to Alison from Emily visiting Victoria in—

The brunette once again lifted Alison's chin, bringing her eyes back to meet Emily's. Except Emily's eyes weren't teasing this time. There were no signs of attack. Whatever storm that laid in those brown eyes seemed to calm as Emily left her fingers on Alison's chin, her thumb rubbing against the blonde's jaw.

"I went to Dallas today to end my relationship with Victoria."

Emily saw the slightest gasp come from Alison's lips. It was silent but Emily saw the breath Alison took in. How Alison's eyes danced back and forth from each of Emily's eyes to occasionally dropping down to her lips before racing them back up again.

"When I left Spencer's house last night, I went home and bought a flight to Dallas. I knew that even if you didn't want me, I needed to break up with Victoria because it wasn't right. She deserved the truth."

"You told her about me?"

"I told her everything."

Emily brought her forehead to lay against Alison's, causing the blonde eyes to close as Emily's lips were just a stretch away, "who do you want, Ali? I need to know if it's me or him. I have to know. Please."

Alison sighed against the wall, "Em."

The brunette brought her lips back to Alison's ear, her fingers trailing the blonde's neck to wrap her fingers around the skin. "I want you."

Alison shuddered against Emily's breath. She had been able to keep her hands by her side until that moment. When Emily's lips danced on Alison's ear lobe, sending her first wave of arousal tonight straight to her underwear. Alison could feel the different in her body now versus just half an hour ago with Lorenzo. Her underwear alone could testify for that.

Just as Alison brought her hands to Emily's hips, the brunette pushed herself off the wall to create distance between the two. Alison's eyes opened at the immediate lose of contact. She saw Emily take another step back while she kept her eyes on the blonde. "Who do you want, Alison?"

Before Emily could brace herself, Alison quickly filled the gap between the two and knocking Emily into the wall. Her hands found Emily's face and pulled the brunette down to finally, finally, crash Emily's lips against her own. Alison moaned on contact. Fuck. Emily felt so good against her.

Emily groaned as she grabbed Alison's hips and pulled the blonde closer to her. She was positive there was a bruise coming in on her back from Alison pushing her against the wall but that could be treated tomorrow. For now, Emily lost herself in the woman in her hands. The woman she would forever be in love with.

Alison brought her hand to Emily's chin, opening the brunette's mouth enough more so Alison could run her tongue along Emily's, all taste of Lorenzo immediately falling off of her buds.

Alison pulled back from Emily only to lean upwards to her ear. "You. I want you."

Emily gripped Alison's hips to spin them around, Alison's back now against the wall with a hard thud. "Say it again."

Alison's hands left Emily's face to fall down to her own jeans. The brunette watched Alison unbutton her pants and slid them down her legs, leaving the blonde in just her lace underwear from the waist down as she kicked off her heels. Alison stepped out of her jeans and lifted herself on her toes to reach Emily's ear. Her lips kissed the lobe just before her tongue circled around, "I want you."

Emily's eyes fluttered with Alison's warm, wet tongue hot on her ear. She brought her lips to Alison's and reached under the blonde's legs to lift Alison in her arms, throwing her against the wall for support. Alison wrapped her arms around Emily's neck and her legs around her waist and she just let the words slip from her without a second thought.

"I only want you." She slipped sentences between each kiss. "It's you, Em. I want you."

With each word Emily felt herself opening up for Alison. Like the pain over the last few years would smooth kiss by kiss, endearment by endearment. She pushed herself against Alison, the blonde moaning against her mouth. Alison felt so good in her arms. She would hold the woman forever if she would never get tired.

Alison's hand slipped into Emily's hair, pulling on the strands with one hand as the other found support on Emily's shoulder. Alison wanted Emily to take her right there. Against the wall with her legs off the ground, held in Emily's arms. She wanted Emily to get impossibly closer to her.

Emily's lips left Alison's to trail down the blonde's neck, peppering open mouth kisses on the skin until she used swirled her tongue on a particular spot and began to suck, pulling at the skin with her lips. Alison's head fell back to give Emily the access she wanted.

The taste of Alison's skin was enough to make Emily see stars. How she lived without Alison so long after having her before was beyond Emily's understanding.

Emily sucked on Alison's neck until she was sure there was evidence of this moment. When Emily pulled her head back to see her work, she brought her lips back to the red patch and kissed the skin.

"You don't have to do that, you know?" Alison shifted in Emily's arms, the brunette putting her back down to touch the ground. Alison took Emily's hands in hers and brought them to her lips, "I'm yours."

Emily watched as Alison kissed each of her finger tips before leaning forward to kiss her lips. "I only want you, Emily."

When the blonde lifted her shirt over her head, Emily was brought back to the scene she walked in on at Alison's house. She tried to push the thought out of her mind but when Alison approached her to lean in for another kiss, the brunette took a step back, "Ali.."

Alison watched as Emily knelt to pick up Alison's shirt, offering it back to the actress. Rejection hit Alison like a train. She didn't understand. "What's wrong? Do you—do you not want me?"

Emily took a deep breath as she sighed, "no, trust me, it's not that." If Alison reached in her jeans she would know that's not why Emily stopped her.

"Did you—have you and—," Emily started but for some reason it wouldn't come out. Even though she witnessed the two together earlier this evening, she couldn't the words to come out of her mouth.

"Did I what?" Alison offered, taking her shirt from Emily's hands and covering her chest. Alison was used to being half naked in a room full of people. Rather it be a photoshoot or a scene, nudity didn't bother her. But suddenly standing in front of Emily, she felt bashful. Exposed.

In the smallest voice, Alison heard Emily. "Did you sleep with him?"

Alison took Emily's hand back in hers and shook her head, "no, Em. I didn't."

"But you were going to?"

Alison hung her head. She needed to be honest with Emily. If this was the start to something, she needed to tell Emily the truth. "I was going to, yes."

Emily pulled her hand from Alison's. She needed physical space from the blonde. If She hadn't walked into Alison's house, it would be Lorenzo with Alison now, doing unGodly sins to the body she just had in her arms.

"I didn't know that you had broken up with Victoria, Emily. I know what you said last night, about fighting for me, but until you were single I wasn't going to entertain the thought. That had already failed once for us in Bora Bora. I wasn't reliving that again."

Alison slipped her shirt back over her head. "What you walked in on.. I'm sorry that you had to see that. If I had known you and Spencer were going to barge in my house I—, I just wouldn't have allowed you to see that. I was going to sleep with him. Or I was going to try to anyway."

Alison chuckled as she straightened out her shirt over her body. But Emily could tell it wasn't a laugh from humor. It was sad. It was empty.

"Maybe I'm not the person that I thought I was. I was going to use him to feel something again. How fucked up is that? I was going to use a guy who genuinely likes me so that I could physically move on from someone else. From you. It wasn't fair to him. It wasn't nice."

Emily understood Alison's guilt. She felt the same way with Victoria, except she actually did love Victoria back. Which in Emily's perceptive, made it even worse. She knew what it was like to kiss someone else while imagining a past lover. It was vile. The lowest of insults. So Emily understood Alison's rationale, even if she wished things happened differently.

"You're the last person that I've slept with, Emily."

Emily's eyes shot from her hands to Alison's eyes. She didn't expect that. She was sure that Alison had been with others in the last year and three or so months. I mean, she was Alison. The most stunning woman in Hollywood and she hadn't been touched since… Bora Bora? Since Emily last touched her?

The feeling of desire rushed through Emily again. There was something about being the last person to touch Alison that pulled at the muscles in her core. Emily wouldn't have judged Alison for it if she had been with other people, but the fact that she hadn't was…oh God.

Alison must have registered the look in Emily's eyes because one second the blonde stood six feet from her and the next Alison was just an inch away, grabbing at Emily's hands again.

Alison intertwined Emily's fingers with hers and pulled them to her stomach, trailing them down her tummy to the lace band of Alison's underwear. Emily could hear her own heart pounding in her chest as the blonde dipped their fingers in Alison's underwear and Emily nearly became lightheaded at how wet Alison was.

Alison dragged their fingers in-between her folds with one hand and brought her other to the back of Emily's neck. The brunette leaned forward and rested her head against Alison's. "Fuck, Ali."

Alison throbbed with need as she lead them between her folds, feeling Emily's fingers against her. She brought her lips to Emily's for a long, slow kiss. Alison started to remove her fingers from Emily's, tracing up the swimmer's hand until she latched on to her wrist, pushing Emily's hand harder against her. Alison moaned into Emily's mouth from the friction, making the brunette move her fingers independently in Alison's underwear. "Do you see how wet you get me?"

Emily felt her own underwear soak. She connected her lips with Alison's again as she circled her clit, extracting another moan from Alison's mouth.

Emily dipped a finger in Alison, on fire from the warm, wet flesh surrounding her fingers. It wasn't the most desirable position, but Alison couldn't stop. Not when Emily was a finger deep in her, her lips crashing over and over against her own.

Emily swiped over Alison's clit with her thumb as she moved her finger in the blonde with one hand and holding her grip on Alison's waist with the other. She needed more. The swimmer need more of the woman in her arms.

Emily's hand dropped to Alison's bottom, squeezing the flesh with her fingers before making her way to hook the side of her underwear. Before Alison could help her, Emily broke the kiss and sank to her knees, pulling down Alison's underwear with one hand and fingering her with the other.

Emily had Alison step out of her lace underwear and tossed them to the side just before she turned Alison around, her back now against the wall, and brought her mouth to meet Alison's sex. "Oh, Em."

Alison moaned the second Emily's warm tongue made contact with her clit. Her hands found ground in the brunette's hair, fingers digging themselves in the strands.

Emily flicked her tongue against Alison's swollen clit, the taste and scent of Alison flooding her senses. Emily could have stayed like this forever. Between Alison's legs with the blonde making almost painfully pleasuring sounds above her, feeling Alison's walls tightening around her finger. It was heavenly in a way Emily could only describe as pure bliss. "You taste so good, Ali."

The swimmer kept her tongue dancing on Alison's clit, wrapping her lips around the bud. She could feel Alison body shaking beneath her. Like at any moment the blonde would fall apart.

Suddenly, Alison pulled Emily up and crashed their lips together. Alison could taste herself against Emily and it charged the blonde. Her fingers fled to Emily's pants, unbuttoning her jeans while Emily slipped a second finger in Alison.

Alison pushed her fingers past Emily's underwear and through the brunette's folds. "I need to feel you."

The blonde moaned into Emily's mouth once she felt Emily's arousal between her legs. "I guess you want me to feel you too." The brunette could feel Alison's smirk against her lips as Alison pushed a finger into Emily.

How Emily had forgotten that Alison could turn into the hottest sex kitten Emily had ever seen, she didn't know. Sometimes Emily would get so caught up in wanting Alison herself that she forgot that Alison also loved watching Emily come undone beneath her as well.

Emily had just shut her eyes, Alison now two fingers deep into her, when she heard a knock on the door.

"Are you fucking kidding me—no! Do not come in here!" Alison yelled from the wall. The two stood nearly ten feet from the door and she swore to God if someone else walked in on her today half naked, except this time with the love of her life in her arms, Alison would pop a blood vessel.

"Oh no, I'm so not doing this again! Goodnight Alison!"

Emily bellowed a laugh when she recognized Spencer's voice. She could only imagine the red flush on her friend's face realizing what she was about to walk into again. Alison brought her lips back to Emily's, "I wonder if she knows—,"

"Goodnight to you too, Emily," Spencer said on the other said of the door just before the two could hear her walk away.

The girls laughed as Alison wrapped her arms around Emily's neck and the brunette gripped Alison's waist. "Oh, it's going to be a good night," Alison purred, just before her lips melted against Emily's.

—

The next morning when Emily and Alison had woken up for breakfast, they went into Spencer's main house to find all of their friends in the kitchen.

Ezra was smiling behind his newspaper with Aria drinking a cup of tea beside of him. Toby was eyeing Emily with a mouthful of toast in his mouth with Caleb smiling down at his plate. Spencer's eyes were latched to the red spot on Alison's neck while she hid a smile under her coffee mug, and Hanna didn't even bother to hide her smirk. "About time."

Alison and Emily looked at each other before the blonde slipped her hand in Emily's. "Yeah, we thought so too."

The group welcomed their friends with hugs and coffee as everyone congratulated the two on finally rekindling their relationship. No one thought it would take almost six years, but they figured six would be better than never.

They knew they were only just starting back, but there was a good feeling about this relationship. Like everyone in the room was exactly where they were supposed to be. With each other. The way they were.

"So," Hanna said, nudging the pair, "is it too soon to try another honeymoon with everyone again?"

Hanna flashed her left hand, and there on her ring finger, stood a diamond that made all the girls squeal.

"Oh my God!"

"Caleb!"

"You're getting married!"

"He proposed!"

Alison squeezed her blonde best friend. She was pretty positive that if it had not of been for Hanna, Alison wouldn't have only lost her sanity, but the woman of her dreams too.

"Rivers finally proposed. Who would've thought?" Alison winked, earning a playful pinch from Hanna. Emily wrapped one arm around Alison's waist and one around Caleb's shoulder, "so, where are we going?"

Hanna pulled brochures out of her back pocket, "paradise."

Emily slipped both arms around Alison's waist as Caleb kissed Hanna. She pulled Alison against her, kissing the blonde's forehead before looking back down at her. "Do you think we can do this trip right?"

Alison shot Emily a smile that made Emily's chest flutter like she was a teenager all over again. The power of Alison DiLaurentis was astronomical.

"Let's give it a try."

And with that, Alison leaned forward to catch Emily's lips with hers. Lips that felt like she was in paradise already.

—

And after four torturously long years… The End :)