Roadtrip Part 1
A/N: I will definitely upload part 2 this weekend, and Refuge by Tuesday- sorry I skipped a week of Refuge, I'm graduating in May and things have suddenly knocked me off my feet. I'm actually applying to jobs which is why I'm breaking this into two parts- write part 1, and then apply to jobs, and then part 2. This prompt was for InLoveWithEmison, I hope I did it justice.
"With the taste of your lips I'm on a rideee, you're toxic I'm slipping under," Hanna and Aria sing out loudly, Spencer cringing at Hanna's off notes as she grips the wheel tightly, speeding down the highway.
"Oh relax," Hanna says nudging Spencer from the passenger seat. "We're not that bad."
"Tell that to my poor ears," Spencer quips teasingly and the other girls laugh.
"Hey Em, Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera?" Hanna asks from the front, still dancing carelessly in her seat to Britney.
"Uh," is all Emily says, before a few moments pass.
"Em?" Aria pipes up. But Emily can't think straight when Alison is sitting in the middle of the backseat with her hand halfway up Emily's thigh under the blanket they're sharing. Her eyes flutter open and shut as the blonde uses her nails to draw tantalizing circles on her legs. Alison's body faces forward, but Emily can see those blue eyes watch her like a hawk on the side.
"B-britney," she stutters and she's glad the music is so loud because none of them are truly paying attention to her. Nobody but Alison.
They still have another seven hours to go until Chicago and Emily is beginning to regret letting Alison sit in the middle. The blonde smiles wickedly at her, her lips curling into a smirk that can only be described is charmingly devilish.
"It's okay," the queen bee whispers into Emily's ear teasingly as her lips suck lightly on Emily's earlobe, causing a sharp intake of breath. How has nobody caught on to Ali's ways by now? "I know I'm your favorite blonde."
How is she going to last seven more hours?
This was all Hanna's fault- the girls had all agreed to take a roadtrip to visit the art and fashion institute in Chicago so Hanna could see the school she just got accepted into. Spencer volunteered to drive, Aria cleared her schedule, Emily took off work, and Alison had shrugged and said, "Sure, sounds fun."
But Emily hadn't realized that being stuck in a car with Alison for 12 hours straight would entail the blonde screwing with her endlessly. It had been innocent at first, Emily thought. Alison had brought out a blanket and said she was cold (which was valid, it was the middle of winter). But the blonde had draped it over Emily's legs too, and started resting her hand under the covers between her thighs, which made Emily nervous. Within the last twenty minutes, Alison had definitely been trying to get her all hot and bothered.
And all Emily can think is that god someone needs to distract Alison from her little game, now, or Emily's going to embarrassingly blow it. The two aren't dating, no, but Emily's been sexually frustrated by the blonde for four years. That's four years of wickedly teasing smiles, batted eyelashes, wandering fingers, hushed words dripping with lust, and one night recently where Emily hadn't been able to hold back and kissed Alison- and Alison had kissed her back. She doesn't understand why. Alison is straight. She knows that Emily is gay. She knows that Emily finds her attractive.
They haven't talked about that moment, they both fell asleep shortly after. If any of the girls knew what was going on, they would never have let Alison sit next to poor Em. This is so typical of Ali, Emily thinks. To the brunette, the blonde is just playing a seductive game of cat and mouse, a game of captivating Emily's attention as much as possible to the point of near torture. Emily wouldn't put it past her- Alison has established that she is the queen of flirting.
"Six more hours," Hanna calls out from the front seat as she looks at the GPS and Alison rolls her eyes.
"Can someone else control the music for the last half of the trip?" Spencer pleads, tired of Hanna's crazy pop binge.
"I will!" Aria quickly volunteers from the backseat.
The car is filled with silence as they change the phone that controls the music.
"Em, you're being awfully quiet," Alison drawls slowly as she turns her head to face the brunette who stares at her with narrow eyes. Half of her wants Alison to just back off, the other half wants Alison to do whatever it takes to get her off right then and there.
"Are you still upset about the Talia thing from last week?" Hanna quips from the front seat and Emily is about to answer the annoyingly personal question when her breath hitches as Alison grips tightly, her nails almost digging in to Emily's thigh. Emily can feel her irritation radiating.
"No," is all the brunette replies, her breath catching in her throat.
"I told you that she was hiding something. Like, good thing her husband walked in on you guys when he did or who knows how far you guys would have gone."
"Hanna!" Emily yelps angrily as she sees Alison's head turn sharply to look at her, blue eyes flashing with anger and irritation- and, possibly, hurt?
"Woah, like Talia from the Brew? Like your boss? Like you hooked up with her?" Spencer jumps in, her jaw dropped.
"Em you never said anything about that," Aria adds. "You just said she admitted she was bi."
"Yeah, and that she wanted in Emily's pants," Hanna snorts.
"I'm going to kill you," Emily growls. She feels that the hand on her thigh has stopped moving, as if Alison has lost her spirit for the game. "We didn't do anything serious."
"When were you going to tell the rest of us?" Alison asks dryly, but Emily can tell that she's hurt, probably because she told Hanna first. The way she's looking at her…god why does Alison have to have such telling and expressive eyes?
"I don't know, but I was," Emily insists. She's not lying, she meant to tell the others besides Hanna. It's just that, it had all been sudden. One night Ali and her had been kissing. The next morning, Alison had completely disregarded it like it never happened. Emily had been hurting, wondering if it meant anything to the blonde. So when her hot boss at work had tried to seduce her, well, it hadn't really taken that much convincing. She did it out of spite, out of the need to feel wanted. And a week later, here they are on a roadtrip.
"Wait she's married?" Spencer continues and Emily sighs leaning back in her seat.
"Guys if she doesn't wanna talk about it it's fine," Aria comes to her rescue. Eventually the chatter dies down but Emily is acutely aware of how Alison has withdrawn into herself. She's taken her hand away and her jawline is hard as she stares ahead. The brunette sighs and she's not sure what's going to feel longer- being ignored for six hours, or being teased torturously.
After another two hours they stop at a restaurant. Emily jumps out of the car, happy to stretch her legs. But as she hops out, she feels a cold shoulder knock her and she sees Alison brush right past her, having shouldered her on the way.
She rolls her eyes at how childish she is, but now isn't the time for a confrontation. The girls are here, and they don't know a thing.
x-x-x
Except, apparently it is the time for a confrontation. Emily slips away and goes to the bathroom after ordering her food. She exits the stall to wash her hands and is met with Alison standing there, arms crossed, and blue eyes staring right into her.
"Ali, what-"
"Were you ever gonna tell me that you played tongue hockey with that slutty boss of yours?"
"Why do you care?" Emily finally argues back, her brown eyes challenging the blonde boldly.
"Because," Alison says but she can't finish her sentence. She shifts uncomfortably but is unable to bring herself to say what she wants, her blue eyes filled with guilt.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Emily mutters. She tries to go around Alison to wash her hands but she gasps as tiny hands grab her shirt and slam her against the wall. Those guilty eyes flashed dark with desire as they stared at Emily for a split second. Ali's tiny body is suddenly pressed right against her and her lips crash against Emily's desperately.
"Mmm," Emily moans, completely caught off guard as Alison's hands soften their grip and slide down her chest, over her breasts possessively before she pulls back and flies backwards in a daze.
Emily's hooded eyelids flutter open and her mouth drops in shock.
"What was that?" she asks as she brings her fingers up to gingerly touch her lips, almost unsure that the moment had even passed.
"I…" Alison looks lost, like she doesn't know how that happened- like she lost control. And Emily wants her to just completely let go.
"You what?" Emily narrows her eyes because if this is just a game then Alison can't just go around throwing her against walls and teasing her in public.
"Oh don't glare at me like you didn't enjoy that," Alison says in a dangerously low voice but before Emily can answer, Hanna and Aria waltz into the bathroom.
"There you guys are, can you go sit with Spencer? She's whining cause we left her by herself," Hanna blurts out completely oblivious. Emily wants to rip her own hair out and Alison merely smirks.
"Ugh, I hate public restrooms," Hanna comments dryly as she goes in a stall and Aria goes in one next to her. "How did you even hook up with Talia in one? Gross."
And just like that, the smirk is wiped off of Alison's face and the blonde simply looks unimpressed. She turns on her heels and exits dramatically, leaving Emily sigh and follow her out reluctantly.
x-x-x
The rest of the ride was significantly uneventful. Alison had forced Hanna to give her the passenger seat, claiming her legs needed to stretch out. Emily began to grow nervous- what exactly was going on in Alison's head? She had no idea, she just knew that the blonde was being extra fucking bitchy and moody.
When they got to the hotel, the girls both were relieved at the sight- two full beds, and a small pull-out couch.
"I call not sleeping on the couch," Spencer immediately demands and nobody challenges her because there are dark circles under her eyes from her lack of sleep and exhausting drive.
"Okay okay, then I guess I have to take the couch," Hanna says as she flops down on the couch tiredly. "And I don't mind since you guys came here for me."
"I don't mind-" Emily interjects but Hanna waves her words away.
"It's fine, you guys all came to support me anyway," Hanna smiles. "You can share with Alison like always."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ali snaps angrily and Hanna looks at her funny, wondering what crawled up Alison's ass this time.
"Uh it means that at sleepovers you guys always share the bed, duh," Hanna retorts.
Emily hesitantly looks to the angry blonde but Alison won't even face her. And she's not sure why.
"Let's just get ready for bed," Aria breaks the tense moment and Emily wonders if everyone else can feel the confusing aggression radiating from Alison. But, she figures, it's likely that none of them are surprised. The queen bee has been having wild mood swings lately and has been taking it out on everyone around her.
Emily is grateful for the distraction and goes to change when she hears Alison announce, "I'll be right back, getting a phone call."
The queen bee steps out of the hotel bedroom, and Emily swivels around in frustration. It's going to be a long night.