Chapter 16

"Mm, you do look good in a bikini," Emily crept up on her girlfriend, placing her hands on her waist and her lips to the crook of Alison's neck.

Alison turned around with a smirk on her face, "I know," she said smugly before eyeing the other girl, "So do you," she murmured.

Emily bit her lip.

"Come on," Alison tugged her hand and led her towards the deserted swimming pool.

Emily followed her and dove into the pool.

"Show off," Alison muttered before she dove in herself, albeit it not quite as gracefully as Emily.

"I can't help my natural talents," Emily pouted as she swam up to her girlfriend.

Alison rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah," she murmured, pulling Emily close, "You do look hot with all wet like this."

Emily giggled, "Dirty."

Alison laughed, "I did not mean like that," she exclaimed, "You have a dirty mind, Emily Fields."

Emily blushed, "Do not," she muttered.

Alison snorted, "Bull. Now go swim."

"Bossy," Emily grumbled, "I'll race you!"

"Oh, well I wonder who will win that race," Alison said sarcastically.

Emily grinned, "Please," she begged, "It's fun."

"You just think it's fun because you always win," Alison laughed.

Emily giggled, "Ready?"

Alison huffed, "Fine, fine," she took her spot at the wall to appease her girlfriend.

"Set."

"I get a head start," and with that Alison pushed off from the wall.

"Hey!" Emily yelled before taking off after her and catching and overtaking her girlfriend easily. She swept a hand through her hair as she waited for Alison to join her, "You cheated."

Alison shrugged, "You still won."

"Yep!" Emily smiled proudly, "Don't I get a congratulatory kiss?"

Alison laughed and pushed the brunette against the wall, her hands on either side of her. She pressed her lips to Emily's, one hand making it's way to her cheek, then tucking her wet hair behind her ear as she deepened the kiss. She pulled away.

"Why did you stop?" Emily pouted.

Alison laughed breathily as she continued treading water, "My lungs aren't good as yours, Em," she claimed, "It's hard to kiss and tread water at the same time."

Emily grinned, "Is it? I didn't notice."

Alison pushed at her girlfriend gently, "Shut up, you jock."

"I have a solution," Emily took Ali's hand and began leading her through the water, "That's why they have a shallow end," she smiled.

"That's why they have a shallow end? So people can kiss in the pool?" Alison giggled.

Emily giggled too, "That's exactly why."

"One for you," Cece handed Alison a drink, "And one for you," she handed Emily a drink.

"Thanks," Emily smiled, taking a sip.

"Take it slow, Em," Alison warned, sipping on her own drink.

Cece looked between the girls, "Someone a light weight?" she grinned at Emily.

"I am not a – "

"Yes she is," Alison rolled her eyes, "And she doesn't know when to stop."

Emily pouted, "We don't go out very often, I'm allowed to have a drink or two."

"God, you guys are like a married couple," Cece claimed as she scanned the roomful of people, "I'm going to dance. Are you coming?"

Emily downed the rest of her drink and grabbed her girlfriend's hand, "We're coming."

Alison gave in and followed her girlfriend out onto the dance floor. Emily was a good dancer and Ali couldn't keep her eyes off of her. Her hips swayed perfectly to the beat of the loud music. Alison pulled her closer.

"You are so sexy," she whispered in Emily's ear.

Emily grinned, her hands on Alison's hips, "Right back at you," she swept a hand through blonde hair, "I am loving this dress on you," she claimed.

Alison laughed and moved a hand to Emily's chin, tilting it up, "You're such a boy sometimes, face Emily."

Emily blushed, smiling sheepishly, "Sorry, it's just your legs…"

Alison laughed again and pressed her lips to Emily's, lingering.

"Ladies."

The two broke apart when interrupted by a widely smiling young guy.

"Hi," Alison said shortly, more preoccupied with her girlfriend.

"So, uh, you want to take this party somewhere a little more private?" he grinned, looking both girls up and down.

Alison quirked an eyebrow, "Are you serious? Rack off," she turned her back to him.

"Come on babe, don't be like that," he got back in her face, "I just wanna watch you and your… friend," he bounced his eyebrows.

"Hey."

All three turned around to see a steely faced Cece glaring at the guy.

"Well, hey yourself," he said smarmily, "Jeez, this place is just crawling with hot – "

He was cut off by a hard hand to his cheek.

"Bitch," he wiped his hand over his cheek.

"When you see two chicks kissing, it's the same as when you see a guy and a girl. They're both taken. Have some respect and leave them in peace," she growled, "Now crawl away, you immature little boy."

He thought about replying but ended up thinking better of it and skulking off.

"Thanks, Cece, but I had it handled," Alison said.

Cece shrugged, "This place has gone downhill," she claimed, "Too many smarmy bastards."

Alison smiled, "Maybe you're the one who's changed, Cece. Matured."

Cece rolled her eyes, "Maybe," she looked at Emily, "You okay?"

Emily nodded, "Uh-huh, you were…"

Cece quirked an eyebrow.

"Kinda scary," Emily said, "I mean, you slapped him really hard."

Cece shrugged, "But did he die?" she asked nonchalantly.

Emily scratched her head, "Well… no," she answered, "I mean, he did deserve it. I hate guys like that. I don't understand why they think they have a chance…"

"I'm gonna get another round of drinks," Cece turned and flounced away.

"You really okay, Em?" Alison asked, placing a hand on her face.

Emily smiled, "Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, if Cece hadn't hit him, I probably would have."

Alison bit her lip, "I can't imagine you ever hitting anybody, Em."

Emily shrugged, "Sometimes I wish I wasn't so…nice."

Alison frowned, "I don't! You're my sweet Emily. Cece's different, she's – "

"A bitch?" Cece interrupted, handing them their drinks.

Alison rolled her eyes, "When you need to be."

Emily smiled, "Well, I think you were great."

Alison rolled her eyes again, "You would," she muttered.

Emily glared at her, relieved that Cece hadn't seemed to have heard.

"I guess I should get you girls home," Cece yawned.

"Cece Drake turning in so early?" Alison mocked.

Cece fixed her with a glare, "I have work in morning. Something you little girls would know nothing about."

"Not that little," Alison shot back.

"Don't grow up too fast, Ali," Cece warned, "And look, your girl didn't even get drunk. She can't be that much of a lightweight."

Emily smiled proudly, "See!?"

Alison laughed, "Well done," she said, a touch patronisingly as she took Emily's hand, "That means I can make you a nice breakfast tomorrow."

Emily grinned, "I'll hold you to that."

"Well, how cute," Cece drawled, "Let's get out of this shit hole then. Next time, I'll take you somewhere classier. Your girl scrubs up alright," she grinned at Emily.

Emily blushed, "Thanks," she smiled.

"She sure does," Alison beamed, kissing Emily's cheeks, "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you more," Emily claimed.

"Okay, adorable, but can you save the who loves who more fight for when you're home?" Cece laughed as she unlocked her car.

"I still say I love you more," Emily pinned Alison down on the bed.

Alison rolled her eyes, "You have no idea, baby," she rolled them mover so she hovered over Emily, "Did you have fun tonight?"

Emily nodded, "Yeah, I did, despite that dickhead. Plus like I said this dress really, really works on you."

Alison laughed, "Hopeless."

"Shut up," Emily giggled, her fingers playing with the end of Alison's dress over her thigh.

Alison fought a yawn but it won.

Emily smiled, "Sleepy girl," she ran a hand through Alison's hair.

Alison smiled crookedly, "Sorry, babe," she crawled off Emily and lay next to her, one hand moving her stomach.

"Don't apologise, babe," Emily whispered, "At least let me help you out of that dress and into your pj's."

"You just want to undress me," Alison murmured sleepily.

Emily laughed softly as she slid Alison's dress over her head, "Got me," she whispered, "Like you said, hopeless."