A/N: Another chapter, enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Chapter 9

"This really isn't fair, the point of these girls nights is to not be in couples," Aria complained lightheartedly.

Emily made to move from Alison's side but her girlfriend pulled her back.

"I was away for two years, if you think I'm wasting any time with my girl, you're dreaming," Alison smiled.

Emily kissed her cheek.

Aria shrugged, "Yeah, yeah, fair enough."

"I like when you say my girl," Emily whispered into Alison's ear.

Alison squeezed her shoulder, "Well, you are my girl."

"Sure am," Emily grinned, "I'm gonna get a drink, anyone else want one?"

"Coke please!" Hanna piped.

Emily smiled as she reluctantly untangled herself from her girlfriend and headed into the kitchen. She'd barely opened the fridge when she felt two hands snake around her waist and light hair tickle her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Emily smiled as she turned around.

Alison shrugged, "Mm, I don't know. What am I doing?" she murmured, her lips brushing against Emily's collar bone.

"Ali…" Emily breathed a weak protest as she arched her head back.

"Baby," Alison traced her lips further up her girlfriend's neck and to her jaw.

Emily couldn't supress a moan before she turned her lips to Alison's engaging in a heated kiss. Emily's hands cupped Alison's face as their tongue's danced urgently together.

"Would you guys stop kissing in my kitchen and bring the drinks?" Hanna's voice rang from the lounge.

Alison turned to snap back a retort but Emily stopped her, kissing her quickly.

"Don't," she murmured.

"Can't blame me for wanting to kiss you," Alison growled.

Emily bit her lip, "I want to kiss you too," she said softly, "You're beautiful," she played with the ends of Alison's hair, "and cute and sexy and so, so tempting – "

"Tempting," Alison echoed, quirking an eyebrow as a smile curled over her lips.

Emily blushed, "Yeah, you're so – "

"I swear to god if you're having sex in my kitchen – "

"Oh, shut up, we'll be there in a sec," Emily snapped, causing Alison to break into laughter.

Emily sighed and re-opened the fridge, grabbing the drinks.

"Well, that was torture," Alison said dramatically as they left Hanna's the next morning.

Emily frowned, "I thought you'd be all for the traditional sleepover's coming back. Wasn't that like your favourite game?"

Alison chuckled, "That was the old days," she shrugged, "But what I meant was…" she smiled coyly as she took Emily's hand, "It was torture being so close to you and not being able to kiss you," her voice lowered, "or hold you, or touch you…" she smirked at the way her girlfriend's body tensed, "So incredibly frustrating," she said slowly.

Emily looked at her, feeling the blush creep up her cheeks, "Yeah, I know," she replied quietly, "But we've got the day to ourselves now, right?" her eyes lit up.

Alison grinned, "I love it when your mum goes to Texas."

Emily bit her lip, "So do I," she pulled Alison along a little faster, making the blond laugh at her eagerness.

Alison kissed Emily's bare stomach before tracing her lips up her girlfriend's chest, peeling her shirt open. Emily let out a deep breath, making Alison smile. Ali rested her hands on Emily's hips as she grazed her teeth over Emily's collarbone, eliciting a quiet moan.

"I love you," Alison's lips tickled her girlfriend's ear.

"I love you more," Emily whispered.

Alison rolled her eyes, "Don't even try and start that, you," she pinched Emily's hip.

Emily giggled, "That tickles," she pushed at Alison gently.

Alison wriggled her fingers up Emily's sides, "That's the point, silly."

Emily laughed as she jerked away from the touch, "No fair, you know my ticklish spots."

"If I wasn't meant to tickle you, you wouldn't look so cute when I did," Alison teased, not relenting on her attack.

Emily continued laughing, "Have some mercy, won't you?"

"Hmm," Alison thought aloud, "Maybe you should try bargaining."

Emily pushed hopelessly at Alison's hands, "Bargaining?"

Alison grinned, "Sure, like maybe if I stop you'll give me something."

"Okay, okay," Emily squirmed, "Anything."

"Anything, huh?" Alison smirked as she finally stopped the tickle attack.

Emily groaned, "Great, what have I got myself in for?"

Alison opened her mouth to reply when they both heard a noise downstairs and looked towards the door.

"Emily?"

Her mums voice floated up the stairs.

"Oh my god," Emily panicked, grabbing her shirt and putting it on, "Get dressed," she hissed at Alison.

Alison found her blouse on the floor and threw it on, "Wasn't she meant to be in Texas?" she whispered.

"Maybe dad got called away – "

"Emily?"

Her mum asked.

"Coming, mum!" Emily tried to sound normal as she smoothed out her hair.

Alison snorted at her girlfriends panic.

"You're adorable," Alison laughed.

"Shut up," Emily grabbed her hand and tugged her out of her room, "Come on."

When they got to the bottom of the stairs Emily heard her mum talking to someone.

"Hey, kiddo."

"Dad!" Emily threw her arms around her dad, "I didn't know you were coming!"

"I missed you," her dad smiled, "Hi, Alison."

Alison smiled sweetly, "Hey."

"I thought we could all have dinner," her dad said, "We haven't really had the chance…since you two are dating."

Emily smiled, looking from Ali to her dad, "That would be great! Right, Ali?"

"Sure," Alison nodded, "We were going to order in anyway, why don't we go pick up something?"

"Chinese?" Emily asked her dad.

"Perfect," her dad handed some cash, "And uh, Emily?"

"Yeah?"

"Before you go out, you might want to put your shirt on the right way… you're inside out," he smiled.

Emily blushed furiously, "Oh, I was just… um… we were…"

Alison took her hand, pulling her towards the door, "Just stop talking, Em."

Emily grumbled as she followed her girlfriend to the door, "But I have to change my top."

"Don't worry, I'll go in, change it later," Alison laughed, "Plus, I like it like that," she winked.