Chapter Eighteen
Emily couldn't help herself when she got home to find Alison bent over the kitchen counter, she'd pushed the blondes jeans down, got on her knees and had her face between the blondes legs for the next twenty minutes. She could not get enough. Afterwards, when the blonde had turned around and practically suckled the taste of herself from Emily's tongue, she had a thought. A thought she wasn't supposed to be having so she pulled up Alison's jeans, kissed her once more time, patted her on the ass and made her way out the door. She needed some advice.
"Dan?"
"Hey babe, did you only just remember my existence?"
"No, I'm sorry. I've had my hands full. I need to talk to you."
"What's up Em?"
"I have a problem, I think I...I think I like her-"
"Duh, she's all you've talked about for-"
"Dan! It's bad, liking her is bad."
"Alright."
"So what do I do?"
"I don't know? Bang her?"
"I...am actually. I've been helping her out with her hormones."
"Mhm and does the hor-mone?"
"Dan, please?"
"Alright, look the babies are the most important things right?"
"Of course?"
"So the rest doesn't matter. Just...do what Alison wants until the babies are born and think about the rest then, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah you're right. Thanks Dani."
"You're welcome, now I need to get back to doing inventory but ring me later."
"Actually is Jon there? He's been avoiding my calls-"
"I know," Dani cut her off, "Em, this whole thing with Noel has really messed him up. He knows the position you're in but his brother-"
"His brother sexually assaulted my pregnant-"
"Babe, I know but Jon's confused. He talked to Noel about it and Noel said that Alison flirted with him so he doesn't know what to think."
Emily frowned, "I guess I just thought-"
"He wants to buy us out Emily."
"What do you want?" Emily swallowed thickly.
"I want to let him. If he bought us out we could buy one of Ezra's businesses and we could both be permanently in Rosewood."
"And Jon?"
"Jon would be happy with his bar and my sister," Emily could practically hear the eye roll.
"Why do I feel like he's breaking up with me?"
"He's not Em but he is finding this difficult and I think he seriously wants to separate business and friendship."
"Then do it, if it's actually what you both want then do it. I want to be here with Ali but I want you two to be happy too."
"More," Ali panted.
Emily groaned, "You always want more."
"Is that my fault?" Alison snapped, "If it's that difficult for you to touch me then don't bother anym-"
"Al," Emily cut her off, "I love touching you," Emily licked her lips, her eyes trailing down the blondes beautiful body, "Seriously. I'm just tired, you're kind of a sex fiend."
"A sex fiend?" Alison raised an eyebrow.
"Yep," Emily sighed, "I love it but I need to work on my stamina."
Alison giggled, twisting her body towards Emily and pressing her chest against the brunette's arms, she slid her lips over Emily's ear, "Are you sure you're too tired?" She purred.
"Damn," Emily moaned, "Come here and ride me"
"Huh?" Alison cocked her head to the side, making Emily chuckle.
Emily pulled the blonde into a straddling position on top of her and rested her fingers at the blondes entrance, her other arm looping around the blondes waist.
"Oh," Alison blushed, pushing herself down and impaling herself on Emily's fingers.
"Fuck," Emily moaned, pulling the blonde closer to her, "You're so incredibly sexy."
"Mom," Emily shut Alison's bedroom door and made her way to the kitchen, "I cannot talk to you about this."
"Emily Catherine Fields, you tell me this instant."
"It's literally too inappropriate to talk about," Emily pleaded, putting coffee on.
"You have been grumpy for ages, either you tell me what's wrong or I'll ring Alison and ask her."
"Jesus, don't ring Ali," Emily scrubbed a hand down her face, "I'm just exhausted Mom, okay?"
"Why are you exhausted? I though you were only working a couple of nights at the bar?"
"I am, it's...it isn't work."
"Emily."
"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm about to have this conversation with my actual Mother," Emily cringed, "Uh...with Alison's pregnancy hormones she's been uh...worked up and um...I've been helping her...with...that."
"What?"
"I've been helping release her tension," Emily explained, grabbing an apple.
"That's great Emily. You've been giving her massages and making her herbal tea, perhaps even a bubble bath or two-"
"Mom! It isn't that sort of tension."
"I knew what you meant, I was just teasing you," Pam chuckled, "Doesn't sleeping with her make things confusing?"
"I'm not sleeping with Ali, I'm getting her off."
"There's a difference?"
"Yes and it isn't complicated either, Ali has needs and she can't satisfy those needs with anyone else because she's pregnant."
"I understand the concept Emmy but tell me how that'd make you exhausted?"
"Mom, she doesn't give me a break."
"Oh my."
"I'm so tired, all the time and I can't do much about it."
"You use to sneak girls in all the time, you're hardly a stranger to regular-"
"Mom!" Emily cut her off, blushing, "It isn't regular...it's not the same as when you're into someone and you're all over them."
"No?"
"No, it's every second she isn't busy with something else. Over and over and ov-"
"I think I get it," Pam chuckled.
"Great, so can we stop talking about this now?"
"Sure, how was the ultrasound?"
"Amazing, Alison got you a photo and we found out what we're having."
"How exciting, are you going to tell me?"
"One of each," Emily grinned from ear to ear, turning and noticing Alison making her way down the stairs.
"That's amazing, is Ali excited?"
"Ask the yourself," Emily shoved the phone into Alison's hand.
"Hi?" Alison frowned.
"Good morning Alison, how are you feeling today? I just heard the exciting news."
"Pam," The blonde smiled, "When are you coming back?"
"Soon, I promise."
"You look so hot in your pyjamas," Hanna said, wide eyed. Emily smirked.
"Thanks, Hanna banana," Emily sent her a wink.
"Doesn't she look hot guys?" Hanna enthused turning to Cece, who raised and eyebrow and then Alison who was pouting.
"How gay are you right now?" Cece smirked, leaning against the kitchen island.
"Hey! My lesbian fantasy dream girl is too pregnant to drool over," Hanna pouted, pointing her finger towards Alison.
Emily's eyes snapped to Alison, who was looking at her bare feet, seeming to sink further into her stool.
"Tell us about this guy then?" Cece asked.
"He's amazing, he's gorgeous and sexy and smart and," Hanna sighed dreamily, "Did I mention hot?"
"Right, great description," Cece rolled her eyes, "I'm so glad I asked."
"Where did you meet him?" Emily asked.
"At the grocery store," Hanna smiled, "We both reached for the mint chocolate chip ice cream at the same time."
"Romantic," Cece rolled her eyes.
"So are we going to meet this Caleb?" Emily smiled.
"A few months ago I would've said hell no but now Ali's preggers all guys won't be led by their boners around her so yes."
"What?" Cece frowned.
"You know, the old Ali D charm has worn off since she's obviously eating for three-"
"Hanna," Emily warned quietly.
"Come on Hanna, I'll drop you off on my way home," Cece nudged her friend.
"Alright, see you love birds later."
"Ali?" Emily said quietly when the other blondes were gone but Alison wouldn't meet her eye, Emily frowned, "Come here," Emily stepped between the blondes legs and tipped her head upwards.
"I'm not sexy anymore," Alison whispered..
"Yes you are," Emily insisted.
"Clearly not."
"Who are you going to believe? The straight girl or the lesbian?" Emily cocked her head to the side.
Alison shrugged.
"Do you want me to show you just how sexy you are?"
"How?" Alison's eyes met hers.
Emily smirked, her hands running up the outside of the blondes thighs as she stepped closer. Leaning down to capture Alison's lips. The brunette's hands made their way up to the stool Alison was sitting on, grabbing fistfuls of the blondes plump ass. Alison whimpered into Emily's mouth, suckling on the brunette's tongue and fisting her dark locks.
Emily pulled away from the kiss, resting her forehead against Alison's and taking the blondes hand. She placed in on her abdomen and slid it downward, Alison's baby blues flickered between their joined hands and Emily's eyes. She pushed Alison's hand below the waistband of her pyjama shorts.
"Em-"
"Just feel," Emily whispered. Alison's mouth fell open when her fingers found just how incredibly wet Emily was, "That's how sexy you are, just from kissing."
"Oh," Alison swallowed thickly. She stroked her fingers into the wetness experimentally, surprised by how smooth and warm it felt but she wasn't prepared for just how turned on she'd get from the guttural moan that left Emily's mouth from the brief contact, "Em?"
"Yes?" Emily panted, pressing her face into Alison's neck.
Alison pulled her hand away and looped her arms around Emily's neck, "Fuck me?"
"My pleasure," Emily grinned, swooping down for a heated kiss.
"I'm having twins," Alison sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.
"You are?" Doctor Sullivan raised an eyebrow, "The twin gene must be incredibly strong in your genetics."
"I guess," Alison shrugged.
"How do you feel about it?"
"I don't know," Alison looked down at her hands, "I'm kind of excited, I mean Emily makes it hard for me not to be," She smiled, "It kind of rubs off. But I'm also scared, really scared."
"What are you scared of?"
"History repeating itself," Alison said quietly.
"It's just that Alison, it's history," Doctor Sullivan stressed, "You aren't going to make the same mistake that your Mother made-"
"I know," Alison cut her off, "Emily wouldn't let me, I just remember once my Mother saying that having kids made her crazy. Something about changing the chemicals in her brain."
"There's a difference between your Mother's pregnancy and yours,"
"What?"
"Your Mother didn't have the support system you do. Jason, Cece, Hanna, Emily-"
"Pam and Pam," Alison said with a nod.
"Exactly," Doctor Sullivan smiled.
"I get it," Alison smiled, "Emily would probably notice if I went crazy or something."
"Well that and if you start feeling bad or out of control then you can share your feelings with your friends and family," Doctor Sullivan said, "Can you tell me more about Emily, you've talked about her quite a lot each session. Is she majorly impactful on your life?"
"I guess she is," Alison bit her lip, "She kind of makes up fifty percent of my babies DNA."
"Oh?" Doctor Sullivan looked shocked, Alison explained the situation, "Is your relationship purely platonic?"
"Yes," Alison said too quickly, "No," She sighed, "I've been sleeping with her."
"You have?"
"Yeah but it isn't romantic or anything, I've just been hormonal and I can't exactly get laid looking like this," Alison said bitterly, motioning to her protruding stomach.
Doctor Sullivan raised an eyebrow, "I take it you've overcome a few of the intimacy issues you had in high school?"
"I..." Alison swallowed thickly, "Haven't. It's different with Emily."
"How so?"
"Everything is different. I'm not shy, I feel comfortable with her, I don't feel bad about myself afterwards and it actually feels good."
"Has being intimate with Emily made you question your sexuality?"
"No," Alison snapped, "I'm not gay, I'm just pregnant."
"Okay," Doctor Sullivan said carefully, "Would you be opposed to me speaking to Emily?"
"No, I guess not," Alison frowned.
"Great, if you could tell her to call me I'll get her in the diary for this week."