A/N: And the chosen guy is…Noel Kahn! Seriously, why couldn't he have had a twin? He's already the evil one, so twinny could be gorgeous and a non-murderer. He could take over Noel's life, if he weren't already dead, and make everyone think Noel turned good. Then Noel escapes, attacks Byron, cause he deserves it, and frames "No"el. Oh, and Wren doesn't get turned into a necklace, cause he would have kicked ass as A.D. Why ya gotta play him like that, PLL?


Chapter 3

Ezra slowly drove past the Hastings Manor and turned the corner. He pulled to a stop several houses away from Spencer's and shut-off his engine. He was still unclear about the situation he was going to walk into. Aria had called and explained that the sleepover hit a few snags and she and Hanna had Spencer's house to themselves for the night. She might have told him how that was possible, but Hanna grabbed the phone and informed him that his presence was demanded. She told him to bring a swimsuit of all things and started to tell him he'd only wear it for a little while. Aria took the phone back and told him he wasn't going back home till morning. She started giggling and sounds of splashing water told Ezra that Hanna was likely tickling his girlfriend. He threw a bag together in nothing flat and forced himself not to speed over there. Now that he was here, he was no less enthusiastic, but he was a lot more nervous. The scenario was fairly surreal. He, Ezra Fitz, was planning to have sex with his barely legal girlfriend and her equally nubile best friend. This was apparently going to happen in the hot tub or pool of another of the girls' friend's house, with nary a homeowner present. His entire relationship with Aria was a series of leaps of faith. He was never certain where he would land, or in how many pieces. Just a few years ago that would have terrified him. But with Aria, Ezra could fly. Time for another big jump.

Ezra grabbed his bag and casually walked up the street to the small gate that led to the Hastings' backyard. He couldn't imagine that the girls were in the pool, it was freezing outside. Ezra opened the gate and was relieved that it wasn't locked. Just inside, Ezra was confronted with a stool that had a full shot glass and a note perched on top. Ezra smiled when he read the short message. DRINK ME, Ezra smiled wider when he sniffed the glass and knew he would be drinking tequila, of course. He downed the shot and set the glass down and continued into the yard. Another stool was topped with a thick robe, slippers, and a note reading WEAR ME. In much smaller print it said "And your trunks. Change inside." Ezra was grateful to not be asked to change out in the cold. He entered the house, changed in the bathroom, and tried not to think that the robe and slippers most likely belonged to Spencer's dad. Across the room from where he entered there was another stool positioned by the other set of French doors. There was another shot of tequila and a longer note. It was a poem, which meant Aria wrote it. After Ezra read it, he neatly folded the paper and put it into his bag. He always kept everything she wrote for him.

The stars piercing the black with light

Are for we creatures of the night

Drink fire to burn from deep inside

Seek heat that winter won't abide

Find maidens hidden in the steam

Try to suppose it's not a dream

This chance delight, passion unplanned

Come join us in our Wonderland

Ezra marveled over the short verse. He knew that the girls were in the water when they called him. That meant they had braved the cold, wet, to set up this Wonderland path. He was also sure they had been drinking, he knew the subtle changes in Aria's tone and inflections after a few drinks, but long before she could be called drunk. And she'd managed to write a decent poem really quickly. He sent a thank-you to heaven for Aria, and a thank-you to hell for tricking both girls into thinking he was worth all this trouble. Downing the second shot, Ezra opened the door before he could think about it. The air beyond the doorway was like ice on Ezra's exposed skin. He was impressed by how protective the robe was, when he tried to hurry the robe opened a bit around his legs, and he decided it was worth it to take his time to avoid letting more frigid air attack his skin.

Ezra had been to Spencer's for a pool party the previous summer, so he knew where to go for the pool and hot tub. A strange orange glow was emanating from that direction, and Ezra wondered what the four friends planned to do before it became the two, now three. Ezra approached the pool and discovered three things at the same moment. The orange glow was coming from stand heaters set around the pool, a ring of protection against the cold. There was, indeed, steam rising from the pool. The girls had turned the pool into a gigantic bathtub. The third discovery was that the girls were back in the water and they weren't exactly waiting on his arrival. Hanna had Aria pressed against the side of the pool, in fairly shallow water so both girls were standing. This left their hands free and they were using them. Aria's were fondling Hanna's breasts, Hanna's seemed to be gripping Aria's rear end based on where they disappeared under the water. Of course, the girls weren't just touching each other, though that would have been enough to make Ezra fully aroused. The girls were kissing passionately, and they must have been enjoying every moment because they were exchanging as many moans as they were kisses. Ezra considered remaining quiet and watching for a while, but both girls still had their bikinis on, so perhaps they were waiting on him for some things.

"This is a Wonderland, absolutely, but I am not convinced it isn't a dream. By what signs, sexy nymphs, could you prove to me that you are more than the fevered desires of my mind?" Aria startled at the sound of Ezra's voice. She'd been sure that they would hear him coming through the gate, or at least coming out the French doors. She and Hanna tried to keep their make-out session light, so that they would have Ezra there to watch, and participate, when they entered new territory. But Hanna was like a sinfully rich dessert. It wasn't possible to stop after just one bite. If Ezra had arrived much later, Aria knew she would have given into temptation and tasted every bit of Hanna's sweetness. Looking up into Ezra's smiling face made her so glad she'd held out. He was so damn gorgeous. The thought of being with both of them at the same time made Aria hornier than she'd ever experienced. She returned her attention to Hanna long enough to kiss her and whisper her intentions into Hanna's ear. Both girls waded over to the steps and walked seductively out of the water and over to Ezra.

Ezra licked his lips as they approached. Neither had said a word to him, yet, and they moved like predators set on surrounding their prey. They were dripping wet, both in sexy bikinis that Ezra had seen in pictures, and their nipples were hard and protruding through the swimsuits. The air was much warmer within the orange ring, but there was still enough bite to it that the girls' skin was covered in goosebumps. Ezra thought he might pass-out, his breathing was so rapid and shallow. He forced air in and out of his lungs and waited the long, torturous seconds before Aria and Hanna got to him. Aria stood in front of him and began to toy with the belt of the robe. Hanna came up behind him and stood close enough that he could feel her hot breath against the back of his neck. Aria gave him the look that could make him drop whatever he was doing and beg to ravish her.

"We're very excited that you could join us. Do you still need proof that we're truly flesh and bone?" Aria emphasized the word flesh and Ezra lost it. He dropped to his knees and licked the wet skin of Aria's abdomen. She giggled, he knew she loved his tongue trailing over her skin. The Hastings had a saltwater pool, so she tasted good and Ezra kissed and sucked on her smooth stomach until she began to moan. Suddenly, Ezra felt a pair of lips on the back of his neck. Oh dear God, Hanna was kissing him. It was why he'd come, but it still shocked him. Her lips were like pillows against his skin. It was so erotic, especially since he was holding Aria in front of him. Hanna stood back up and Aria tugged on Ezra's hand. He reluctantly got back on his feet. Aria grinned and caressed his face. "Save the rest for nude body shots, k?"

Those were the greatest words anyone had ever uttered, in Ezra's opinion. "All right, well I see you ladies have made plans. What would you like me to do?" Aria immediately untied the robe and Hanna pulled it off his shoulders. He was now in just his trunks, on par with the girls.

"The first thing that has to happen is you and Hanna have to have your first kiss. And neither of you hold back, I know exactly what you're both capable of, so I'll know if you don't really go for it." Hanna's heart was racing. So many things were running through her head. She had fantasized about kissing Ezra since the first day of class, junior year. Her fantasies only grew more intense and complex after she learned that Aria was living them out. She watched his mouth move while he taught and then played those memories back at home while she masturbated. Even though she knew he belonged to Aria, her fantasies belonged to her, and "Mr. Fitz" was right up there with Ryan Gosling and Channing Tatum. All of those thoughts were put aside once she met Caleb. For months, the only fantasies she entertained were of Caleb and Aria. That turned into fantasies about Caleb and Aria at the same time. Then came the first time she saw Ezra in a bathing suit in this very backyard, and it became necessary to put him back into rotation. Some of her favorite fantasies were coming true, tonight. She was excited, scared, and horny, very horny. Hanna wrapped her arms around Ezra's neck and brought him to her. She was leaning in to initiate the kiss, when Ezra put his hand up and stopped her.

"Wait"


Why did Ezra mess up the kiss? Is he having second thoughts? Why is the mean lady giving us another cliffhanger? Are we being punished because this story only has two reviews? (well…) Why is this chapter short and late? Yeah, about that: Tragedy, death, not kidding, wish I was. Writing is my escape and a good distraction from the shitstorm. But there are so many things to do, so not much available time. I will keep up with my stories as best I can, "Into the Moonlight" has a few more chapters already done, and I will do this one because I'll forego some sleep for a little fun, especially now. The craziness will settle down in a couple of weeks, till then this story may come to you in shorter segments, sorry. Treat your family with love and respect, you will "win" every argument with them after they're gone, now is the time you can still hug them. Blessings to all.