A/N: Just some cutes moments and hints of smut, but really just a fun chapter =]]
Chapter 11
"Mm, alone at last," Alison dragged Emily through the front door.
Emily bit her lip, "Sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't think you minded."
"I didn't," Alison insisted, "But you know how much I like my alone time with my girl," she started up the stairs.
Emily giggled, "I know," she tripped up the steps, "Jeez, slow down would you?"
Alison rolled her eyes and pulled her girlfriend over to the bed. She rose a hand to Emily's cheek.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked softly.
Emily smiled, nodding, "Yeah."
"I'm glad," Alison whispered before kissing Emily's lips softly.
Emily kissed back slowly at first and then more passionately. She lay down as she pulled Alison over her.
"Mm, you must be feeling better," Alison murmured.
"Much," Emily agreed, "You're so sexy," she ran her hands underneath Alison's shirt, circling her arms around her girlfriend's waist.
Alison chuckled, "Thanks, you're not so bad yourself."
Emily giggled, "But really," she continued, "Your hair is so soft," she ran her hands through it, "And it smells sooooooo pretty. And your lips," she ran her fingers over them, "are the most yummy things ever."
Alison laughed, "Yummy, huh?"
Emily nodded, "I don't know how you do it, they always taste like… heaven. Some girls wear too much gloss and it's just sticky and wet. But you always have such a good amount of tasty gloss on, just enough to be delicious but not enough to – "
"Em?" Alison interrupted.
Emily frowned, "What?"
"Shut up," Alison laughed and kissed her.
Emily giggled as she pulled Alison's top over her head, "And you always have really sexy bra's," she grinned.
"Okay, okay," Alison shook her head, "Please, no lectures on how sexy my bra's is and other girls wear lame bra's and blah blah blah – "
Emily blushed, "Hmm," she thought, "I think I have to give a lecture…unless…"
Alison squinted, "Unless?"
"Unless there's nothing to give a lecture on," Emily grinned, running her hands over Alison's spine until she expertly took her girlfriend's bra off, tossing it to the floor. She quickly shifted her weight and landed on top of Ali.
"You know you're very good at that," Alison noted, "I bet you could take it off one handed."
Emily grinned, "I can," she said proudly, "I'll show you next time."
Alison bit her lip, "Hey, Em.. can I ask you something?"
Emily pulled her lips away from Ali's neck, "Sure, what is it?"
"Does it bother you… that I haven't exactly been with any other…girls?"
Emily's brow furrowed, "What?" she asked surprised, "No, of course not. I never even thought about it really."
"But you're so experienced and I'm so…not," Alison said nervously.
"Well, you wouldn't guess it," Emily replied, "Seriously, you have nothing to worry about in that department, you know that, right? I mean, you're like a… a sex goddess."
Alison's eyebrows shot up before she laughed, "Is that a compliment?"
Emily nodded, "The highest," she paused, "Does it bother you that I have been with other girls?"
Alison hesitated, "No, not really. I mean, it's not my favourite thing," she admitted, "But I think the important thing is who you're with now…and that's me. I just wondered if you ever like…compared…"
"No!" Emily shook her head, "No way. I mean, sex is different with everyone… sometimes its not like it's better with one person, it's just different," she shrugged, "But trust me, I waited years to be close to you like this and you never, ever disappoint me. Ever. You rock my world."
"Did you just say that with a straight face?" Alison teased.
Emily shrugged, "Yup, cause it's totally true."
"Um, does it bother you I've been with guys?" Alison asked.
Emily frowned, "I never really thought about it," she said honestly, "When I'm with you, I really only think about you, about us… the past is just that. Right?"
"Right," Alison nodded, "You're right. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Emily kissed her cheek, "I'm glad you can be honest with me if this is what you're worrying about. I like that you bring this stuff up."
Alison paused, "On the subject of honesty…"
Emily tilted her head, "Yeah?"
Alison hesitated, "Well, you might not be the only girl I ever kissed."
"Really?" Emily was intrigued, watching her girlfriend curiously.
Alison nodded, "I might have…maybe… um…" she sighed, "Cece," she said quietly.
"Cece?" Emily repeated, "Really? Were you guys – "
"No, no," Alison shook her head, "It was just a one time slightly drunk in a weirdly dependent friendship thing."
"Oh," Emily nodded, looking thoughtful.
"What are you thinking?" Alison asked nervously.
"Well," Emily smiled coyly, "You got the video?"
Alison laughed in surprise, swatting her girlfriend's arm, "You!" she shook her head, "You are so…"
Emily giggled, "Oh come on, you and Cece? That would be totally hot."
Alison quirked an eyebrow, "You like Cece, huh?"
Emily shrugged, "What can I say? I have a thing for hot, confident blondes."
"You are hopeless," Alison rolled her eyes.
Emily grinned, "And you are beautiful," she murmured before re-attaching her lips to the sweet spot on Ali's neck. She ran her tongue over Ali's collarbone before nipping it gently. She could feel Alison's fingers tangled in her hair.
"Damn girl," Alison breathed.
Emily laughed softly as her tongue swivelled around a taut nipple before pulling it between her teeth. She revelled in the moan that fell from her girlfriends lips. She traced her lips over her breast slowly and softly, taking her time. She felt a soft hand squeeze the back of her neck. Emily smiled as she made her way back to her nipple, biting harder this time.
"Em," Alison groaned, pulling her girlfriend up by her neck, "Come here."
Emily complied and licked her lips as she bought herself to eye level. She smiled. Alison lent up and kissed her softly. She brushed her fingers over Emily's cheek before breaking the kiss. She could feel Emily's hands on her waist.
"Mm," Alison hummed against her cheek, pulling Emily down beside her.
"You okay?" Emily mumbled.
"Fantastic," Alison replied, leaning her head against Emily's chest, running one hand over her bare stomach. She felt Emily's muscles relax under her hand and closed her eyes as her fingers traced patterns. She could feel Emily's hand doing the same on her lower back, "That feels nice," she murmured.
"Ditto," Emily murmured back, "How long do you think we can just lay here for?"
Alison's lips curled into a smile, "How about forever?"