AN: Thank you for your comments, please keep them coming.
I'm planning on putting out the next chapter on Christmas day.
Chapter Fifteen
Emily tried to be quiet when entering the house, Alison was usually asleep by this time. The blonde was angry with her, like usual it seemed. She didn't want to talk about Noel, she didn't want to talk about what happened at dinner. Emily couldn't force her to talk so she'd just been leaving the blonde alone for the most part. That's why she'd eagerly accepted Paige's offer of drinks, Emily was tired of walking on eggshells in Alison's house. As soon as she entered the living room her good mood evaporated.
"Get out of my house."
Emily squeezed her eyes shut briefly, sighing heavily as she regarded the blonde sitting on the couch, "What?"
"Did I stutter?" Alison growled.
"Ali, why are you so angry?"
"Don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you."
"I'm not playing, I don't know why you're mad now," Emily walked towards her, plonking onto the love seat.
"You slept with Paige," Paige's name dripped from the blondes mouth like poison.
"What?" Emily frowned.
"You're back late!" Alison spat, "I know you were with her so don't pretend-"
"I'm not pretending anything," Emily sighed, "I just don't know what your problem is! Besides, what do you care who I sleep with?"
"Because," Alison pursed her lips.
"Because?"
"Ugh," Alison huffed, "I'm sitting here like a beached whale, I can't go around screwing people left and right and-"
"Left and right?"
"I'm the one who needs it! Not you!" Alison finished with an angry look directed at Emily, the blondes nostrils flaring.
"What do you need?" Emily raise an eyebrow.
"Sex."
"What?" Emily's eyes widened in surprise, "Ali-"
"You don't understand!" The blonde spat, "You don't have these hormones-"
"You're mad because you're horny?" Emily raised an eyebrow, "We can solve this problem."
"What?" Alison's eyes widened, "Just forget it."
"No," Emily shook her head, "So far I've gotten you everything you've wanted. I can figure this out too."
"What?" Alison pulled a face, jumping up from the couch and backing herself into the wall leading to the stairs, "Just forget I said anything."
"Is doing it yourself not doing it for you?"
"I said forget-"
"Ali!" Emily cut off the blushing blonde.
"I can't do it myself," Alison looked down, her blush reddening.
"Oh," Emily frowned, "Have you got any guy friends that could help you out?"
"I'm not sleeping with some random," Alison scowled.
Emily stood up, "Then I guess I'll sort this one out myself."
"What?" Alison's mouth dropped open.
The brunette smirked, stepping towards the blonde and grabbing her thighs. Hoisting Alison up the wall and trapping her there with her body.
"It's my responsibility to make sure you have everything you need. To take care of you," Emily paused, "I want you to be happy."
"You're going to take care of me?" Alison's breath hitched.
"Yeah, I am," Emily licked her lips, "Do you have a problem with that?"
Alison's eyes flickered between Emily's and her mouth. She shook her head 'no' and Emily's lips immediately slanted over her own. It wasn't the first kiss you'd expect, it was erotic. A fight for dominance Alison's wanted to win with her demanding mouth but Emily definitely wasn't going to let her.
Emily couldn't help but to moan when Alison practically suckled on her tongue, her hands made their way up soft, supple flesh to find handfuls of the ass that hadn't left Emily's mind, or sight, since she'd met the blonde. She groaned as she palmed it, especially when she pulled back to find Alison's heavily hooded eyes and swollen lips.
"We need to get upstairs," Emily husked, her voice not sounding like her own.
The blonde shook her head immediately and grabbed Emily's hand, sliding it around her hip to her lower abdomen. Emily wasn't going to argue with that, she kissed the blondes jaw, nipping the soft skin. Her fingers had a mind of their own and dipped into the blondes shorts, finding short, course hair. As soon as she made contact Alison's teeth found her shoulder, making her hiss.
"You bite?" Emily raised an eyebrow but lost her train of thought as soon as Alison started to wiggle her hips, trying to find some friction.
Emily let her fingers graze the wetness they found, burying her nose into Alison's neck and breathing the blonde in. That scent drover her crazy. Alison hummed in pleasure, her body rocking in rhythm with Emily's hand. Two long fingers entered her, making her hiss.
"Fuck," Emily groaned, immediately stilling her movements, "Sorry...I didn't realize you were so-"
"Stop talking," Alison hissed, "Just...give me a second to...adjust."
Emily nodded, letting her lips travel up the blondes throat. Trying to distract her, to relax her. Had Emily known how impossibly tight Alison would be she'd have been a lot...slower. Her thumb circled Alison's clit, drawing a whimper and the blonde slowly started to move again. The blonde letting out little breaths that went straight to Emily's core.
"You feel...amazing," Emily breathed out, moving her fingers in time with her still circling thumb.
Alison threw her head back onto the wall, letting out a load moan and squeezing her eyes shut. Giving Emily more access to her throat, which the brunette took full advantage of, she nipped her way down Alison's throat and nuzzled her cleavage. Suckling on the flesh she found there while she felt the blonde fluttering around her fingers.
One more sharp thrust and the blonde let out a guttural moan. Alison's teeth bit into her shoulder, surely drawing blood. Emily's eyes widened.
"That was quick," Emily smiled, carefully removing her hand.
Alison rested her head against the wall, breathing heavily and staring at Emily with blown pupils. She shrugged, "It's the hormones."
Emily chuckled, "I didn't sleep with Paige by the way."
"More."
For the past seven hours that was pretty much the only thing to leave the blondes mouth and Emily was exhausted. She loved making Alison feel good and she loved being allowed touch her body but apparently once Alison started she didn't stop. To say she was sensational would be an understatement. Emily needed rest and sleep and maybe a gatorade or like five.
She looked over at the blonde who's heavy panting was making her chest look delicious through her oversized shirt while she was spread out on the bed. Still somehow requesting 'more' even though she was still recovering from what Emily thought must have been her one hundredth orgasm.
"More?" Emily groaned. Alison nodded, "Fine, just...sit on my face so I don't have to move."
Alison's head turned towards her, her nose scrunching as they made eye contact, "That's gross."
"What?" Emily raised an eyebrow.
"That...stuff," Alison pursed her lips.
Emily turned to face Alison more fully, "Have you...has someone..tried-"
"No," Alison cut her off, "No one's ever done...that."
"Well," Emily licked her lips, "It's ten times better than these," She wiggled her fingers in Alison's face.
Alison bit her lip, "But doesn't it taste...weird?"
Emily shook her head, "Everyone tastes different but usually...I mean everyone I've...it's always tasted good."
Alison pondered this for a minute, her eyes flicking between Emily's eyes and mouth, "What if I don't?"
"I'm pretty sure you do," Emily let out a breathy chuckle, Alison raised a questioning eyebrow, "You smell good.."
"Oh," Alison pursed her lips, "Is it something you'd want to do to me?"
Emily swallowed hard, her eyes running over Alison's tanned skin before she licked her lips and let her eyes meet those baby blues, "Duh."
Alison's eyebrows shot up, "Really?"
"You know I'm doing this to take care of you but Alison," Emily rolled her eyes, "You must know how absolutely gorgeous you are."
"Hm," Alison's eyes left hers to fix on the ceiling, "People have said that once or twice."
"One or twice?" It was Emily's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Fine," The blonde rolled her eyes, "I've been complimented about my looks all my life but it's never...it doesn't...I-"
"You don't have to explain," Emily paused, regarding Alison carefully, "I get this stuff is hard for you."
Alison's eyes flicked to hers, a small smile playing on her lips, "Just because people say it doesn't mean I believe it."
Emily nodded gently, grabbing Alison's hand, "I wish you did because it's true."
"Hm," Alison hummed again, biting her lip and her eyes turning a shade darker, "More."
Emily giggled, gently rolling on top of the blonde and propping herself up on her elbows, "You know," Emily tucked a strand of hair behind Alison's ear, "You might not believe me when I tell you but maybe I could show you?"
Alison grinned, "You're such a cheese ball," Alison wrapped her thighs around the brunettes hips, "How about you fuck me before I puke all over you?"
"Emmy!" Pam squealed as soon as Emily opened the door. The brunettes eyes widened and mouth dropped open.
"Mom! What are you doing here?!" Emily hugged her Mom while eyeing the luggage on the doorstep.
"Well you mentioned Alison was going through a hard time and I thought she might need some support, you know, some motherly support," Pam grinned.
"That's-" Emily gulped, "That's- Mom it's so nice of you to come, I'm sure she'll appreciate it-just, Mom, Alison is really-"
"Really what, sweet pea?" Pam smiled, "Help me with my bags and point me towards the kitchen."
"Mom," Emily put her hands on Pam's shoulders, "Please just remember that Ali's hormonal, don't take it personally if she's a bitch. Okay?"
"Oh Emmy," Pam rolled her eyes with a smile, "Alison and I are on great terms."
"Alright," Emily huffed, grabbing her Mom's bags, "I'm just warning you."
Half an hour later Pam's luggage was in the guest room and Emily was making pancakes and bacon while her Mom was chatting from the kitchen island while sipping coffee.
"Hola bitches!" The front door swung open to reveal Hanna and Cece.
"Hey!" Emily grinned as the blondes came through the door, "Mom, these are Ali's friends, Hanna and Cece."
"Oh how nice to meet you," Pam hugged each girl, "Alison has told me a lot about you, she said that you were like a big sister to her, Cece."
"That's me," Cece grinned, grabbing a slice of bacon and started munching.
"What did she say about me?" Hanna asked grabbing the orange juice.
Pam just stayed silent with a smile for a moment, "So how are you all doing this morning?"
Emily and Cece burst out laughing while Hanna scowled, "Hey!"
"Where is my little one anyway?" Cece asked.
"She's sleeping, she was up most of the night," Emily explained, "Grab those plates."
Hanna did as told before hopping up onto the counter, waiting for her share of pancaked.
"Poor Alison, pregnancy doesn't seem to be treating her well at all," Pam mused.
"Life doesn't treat her well," Cece shrugged.
"Maybe this is payback for high school?" Hanna snickered before getting elbowed in the ribs by the other blonde.
"EMILY!" Alison's voice shouted down the stairs.
"WHAT?" Emily called back, flipping pancakes onto Pam's waiting plate.
"COME HERE!"
"I'M JUST COOKING AND MY M-"
"COOKING? WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT FOOD? I NEED YOU-"
"ALI-" Emily tried to cut her off, knowing that tone while her cheeks heated up.
"EMILY FIELDS! YOUR FUCKING BABIES ARE THE REASON I'M SO HORNY SO GET YOUR ASS-"
"ALI, NO!" Emily gasped while her three guests mouths dropped open.
"UP HERE, BEND ME OVER THIS BED AND FUCK ME LIKE YOU'RE MAD AT ME."
Silence.
Emily couldn't speak after that, she couldn't even breathe and she definitely couldn't raise her eyes from the floor to see any of the three people in the room. They heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Why the fuck are you ignoring me? Are you an idiot or do you want to fuck me on the kitchen island like yesteda- holy shit," Alison's eyes widened as she rounded the corner.
Except for Hanna hopping down from the counter with a quiet, "Ew," No one made any sound or movement. Three faces stared at Alison with open mouths while the blonde just stood their in shock and Emily squeezed her eyes shut while wishing the ground would just swallow her up.