A/N: I just wanted some cuteness!
Chapter 12
"You wanna come over for a movie tomorrow?" Hanna asked as she picked at her fries.
Emily bit her lip, "Um, I can't tomorrow. It's Ali and mine's two month anniversary," she explained, "How about Saturday instead?"
Hanna smiled, "Oh, that's cool, what are you guys doing?"
Emily bit back a smile, "Well I'll tell you but only if you promise not to spill, okay?"
"Ooh, juicy, tell me!"
"You know how much I hate surprises, Em," Alison groaned.
Emily smiled, "You'll like this one, I promise."
Alison looked wary.
"Trust me?" Emily widened her eyes and stuck her bottom lip out.
Alison laughed, "Of course I trust you, you adorable dork."
Emily grinned, "Great, then I'll see you tonight," she kissed her girlfriend quickly.
"Should I bring anything?" Alison asked, "How should I dress?"
"Just your gorgeous self and dress um however you like," Emily shrugged.
Alison raised an eyebrow, "Is that code for it's going to end up on my bedroom floor anyway," she smirked as Emily blushed.
"That is not what I meant!" Emily cried indignantly, grumbling, "I just meant I want you to be comfortable and you look great whatever you wear."
Alison kissed Emily's lips, lingering momentarily, "Thanks, babe. I'll see you tonight."
Alison was curious about the surprise Emily had planned and watched the clock tick by the hours painfully slowly. She knew Emily was a hopeless romantic so it was sure to be something cute. She couldn't help feeling a little giddy as she finally made her way to Emily's house that night.
"Hey," Alison grinned as her girlfriend opened the door.
"Bonjour," Emily beamed as she let her girlfriend in.
Alison smiled and then gasped as she entered the house. The dining table was set with candles and she could smell a delicious inner. Next to it was a champagne bucket with two glasses to match. There was a beautiful solid model of the Eiffel tower on the mantel above the lit fire with various other French décor colouring the room.
"Oh my god," Alison breathed, taking in her surroundings, "Em…"
Emily bit her lip, watching her girlfriend nervously, "Um, you like it?"
Alison quickly closed the gap between them and crashed her lips against Emily's hard. Emily's hands fell to Ali's waist as she responded, stopping only due to a lack of oxygen.
"I guess that's a yes," Emily giggled.
"You are so amazing," Alison said, "This is so… it's beautiful, Em. You're beautiful."
Emily was pleased at Alison's reaction, she took her hand, "Now, sit, I have to check on dinner."
"You're cooking?" Alison sounded impressed, "It smells great."
"I hope it tastes okay," Emily mumbled, "I have take out menu's just in case," she admitted.
Alison laughed, "I'm sure it will be great. What are we having?"
"Um, it should be ready! Wait here," Emily rushed into the kitchen.
Alison looked around the room again, committing every detail to memory, the smells, the fire, the pictures of paris, the Eiffel tower, the flowers, the champagne… How did she ever get so lucky?
"First up," she screwed up her eyes as she spoke, "Moules Marinieres… or something. Mussels in a white wine sauce!"
"Thanks for the translation," Alison grinned, "You made me mussels!? My favourite!"
Emily beamed, "I know, I hope they're okay, I just found a recipe on the internet," she bit her lip nervously as she sat down, "Bon appetit!"
Alison smiled, "It's the effort that counts, Em," she reassured her as she started her meal and Emily poured some champagne for them both, "Is that a good idea, babe? You know you can't handle your liquor."
Emily blushed, "I'll just have a little bit," she mumbled.
"Maybe that's your plan," Alison thought, "Maybe you're trying to get me drunk."
Emily looked aghast, "Never! Though I've never seen you drunk," she frowned, "I bet you're flirty as hell."
Alison rolled her eyes as she laughed, "These are really good, by the way," she gestured to her plate," Who knew you could cook?"
Emily grinned sheepishly, "I'm glad!"
"But you know… now that I know you can cook you're going to be doing it all the time," Alison grinned.
Emily groaned, "I knew there'd be a down side to this," she joked.
"Ah, Paris," Alison sighed, "I really did want to run away with you, you know."
Emily smiled, "You made my stomach flip when you first said that," she admitted quietly, "I couldn't help picturing us on the French riveria… nobody to bother us, nobody to steal your attention away from me. Just you and me…" she bit her lip, shrugging.
"I pictured it too," Alison took Emily's hand, "But then I told myself to get a grip," she sighed, "I wish I'd just let myself feel back then," she shook her head.
"It doesn't matter, Ali, we're here now," Emily squeezed her hand, "You and me in sweet Paris…" she looked around, "or as close as we can get for now."
Alison laughed quietly, "Your cheeks turned so red when I said that," she remembered, "And you got that little twinkle in your eye… that shy but hopeful smile… you were such a cutie," she teased.
Emily blushed, "Were?" she pouted, "You don't think I'm cute anymore?"
Alison chuckled, "You're the absolute cutest," she lent across the table giving her girlfriend a quick kiss.
"Good," Emily smiled happily, "Dessert?"
"Wow, you are spoiling me," Alison swept a hand through her hair, "At least let me help you clear."
Emily swatted at her hand, "No, no! You can't come into the kitchen."
Alison withdrew her hand, "Okay, okay," she laughed.
Emily smiled as she took the dishes into the kitchen. She reappeared a few minutes later.
"Okay, I admit mum mostly made these but I helped! Or at least I tried to," Emily giggled sheepishly as she placed dessert on the table.
"Oh my god, crème brulee!?" Alison exclaimed, "Are you kidding me, Emily Fields? Maybe I do like surprises."
Emily laughed, "You haven't tasted it yet… though mum is kinda known for her crème brulee's so it should be safe! But I used the torch thingy!"
Alison cackled, "The torch thingy, hey?" she tapped into her desert and placed her spoon in her mouth, closing her eyes, "Damn girl. Maybe I should marry your mum."
"Hey!" Emily grumbled, "I helped! She's teaching me, okay?"
Alison giggled, "I'm glad cause this is freaking delicious."
Emily ate her own, "It really is," she agreed before taking a sip of her champagne, "Uck, that's what champagne tastes like? Is it meant to taste like that?"
Alison cracked up, "You've never had champagne?" she took a sip of her own, "Yep, that's champagne alright. It's good."
Emily took a sip of her water, "No way, that's just gross," she stuck her tongue out, "I was trying to be elegant, ugh."
"Champagne is elegant," Alison smiled, "But choking on it and spitting ugh…not so much," she teased.
Emily screwed up her face, "I don't get it, it tastes funny. But you would like it," she rolled her eyes, "Classy girl, classy drink."
Alison laughed, "Thanks, babe. I think. I'm not sure if that's a compliment."
"It totally is," Emily claimed, "I like your classiness, it's hot."
Alison beamed, "Glad to hear it. Now can I help you clear?"
"If you insist," Emily agreed reluctantly.
"I was going to get some French movie but I know how much you subtitles," Emily shrugged, "So I got this one instead, is it okay?" she handed the case to Ali.
"Serendipity," she read, "That's like fate, right?"
Emily nodded, "Yeah, fate. I know it's probably cheesy but – "
"Sometimes cheesy is romantic," Alison cut in, "It sounds good. Anything would be good right now, really," she lent back on Emily's bed as she put the dvd in, "Thanks so much for tonight, Em. This has really been amazing. I'm so lucky to have you. I don't know how I'm so lucky… Fate, maybe?"
Emily smiled as she crawled in beside her girlfriend, "I think we're both really lucky," she murmured, "to have each other. I think it was fate," she mused, "We've known each other so long and we just kept reconnecting… until the universe got its way."
Alison rested her head against Emily's chest, her hand resting on her girlfriend's leg, "Well said," she whispered, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Emily whispered, kissing the top of Ali's head and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "Forever."