Author's Note: I didn't expect people to ask for a continuation, and I wasn't planning to continue it anyway, because I feel uncomfortable at the idea of having Emily be unfaithful to Paige. But I thought I'd just write this as an epilogue to the last chapter to satisfy my emotions about Spemily. This is an alternate ending to the events of last night's episode. Enjoy!
"I wasn't leading him on. I was being charming!" Emily insisted indignantly.
Spencer huffed in disbelief, her eyes hardening as she snarled back, "Could have fooled me."
At that point, Emily, who was trying to be relatively amiable - as amiable one could be while verbally sparring with Spencer Hastings - threw "nice" out of the window. "You wouldn't know the difference," she told the shorter girl, venom in her voice. "You've never had to be charming. You get to act like a total snot-rag, 'cause mommy and daddy have a safety net of cash to catch your fall." Oh, her parents would be so ashamed of her. She tried to keep the apology bubbling from her stomach down.
Spencer appeared to have stumbled backwards at Emily's words. Snot-rag, really? She opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a group of picture perfect sorority girls singing a hymn as they assembled on the porch steps to welcome her and Emily.
Emily shot a confused look at Spencer. Spencer glared back at her. This isn't over, she tried to convey, before she turned her head to look at the sorority girls, her chin tilted in that dignified Hastings manner.
Spencer roamed around the sorority house before she realised that she hadn't seen Emily in over fifteen minutes. Her eyes scanned the room before spotting the petite girl with the teal cardigan that she saw Emily walking around with earlier. She tapped the girl on the shoulder. "Hey, have you seen my friend? Emily?"
"She went that way with some guy." The girl pointed vaguely in the direction of the staircase.
Of course, that guy could only be Brendan. Shit, Spencer thought. Hastily thanking the girl in the teal cardigan, she ran to the other end of the house and bounded up the staircase two steps at a time. All the doors in the hallway were closed. Spencer gulped anxiously, thinking that if Emily's father - or worse, Paige McCullers - ever found out about this, she'd be a dead woman.
She unceremoniously began turning doorknobs and opening the doors with no intention of subtlety. The first room, empty. The second room, empty. A couple - a guy with his pants down around his knees and the girl kneeling in front of him, hands on the waistband of his boxer shorts - yelped while they attempted to cover themselves up. "Sorry!" Spencer exclaimed, horrified. She opened the next door.
Brendan, in his dopey cardigan and pastel plaid shirt - even Spencer owned edgier plaid - was standing awfully close to Emily, his hands on Emily's hips. His back was to Spencer, and he didn't even notice that the door had been opened, so she bit her lip to keep herself from blowing up at him before he saw her.
Emily's face was stony, and her left hand was on Brendan's shoulder, ready to push him away.
Brendan leaned down, bringing his face closer to Emily's. Something in Spencer snapped. She flew at Brendan, grabbing him by the upper arms and pushing him to the side. "Do not touch her!" she screamed at him. She had the urge to kick Brendan's knees, and went to fulfil that urge, when she felt strong hands grab her around the waist.
"Spence, no!" Emily pulled Spencer away from Brendan and all but shoved her out the door. "We're going back to the hotel," Emily told Brendan, who looked shocked and embarrassed. "You can walk home." Her tone did not leave room for discussion. She left him standing alone and her and Spencer walked back to the parking lot in silence.
The drive back in Spencer's car was silent as well, but Spencer was surprised how comfortable it was, to think that she and Emily hadn't resolved that fight they had in front of the sorority house. She watched Emily distractedly swiping at her phone. "Is that Paige?" she asked.
Emily looked up. "No. Her parents took her to see Stanford this weekend, so she'd be busy."
"Oh." Spencer drummed her fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "I thought you were looking at Stanford too."
"Well, they offered to take me with them, but I didn't feel up to roaming a campus I won't be able to afford to live in without a damn scholarship," Emily said bitterly. "So I chose to look at Cicero this weekend instead."
"And you got stuck with me," said Spencer.
Emily turned her attention back to her phone, refusing to reply to Spencer.
They entered their hotel room, and Spencer was suddenly feeling stupid for getting a room with just the one queen bed for the night. She hadn't expected to fight with Emily, and they haven't talked properly in a while. She thought that tonight would be a good time to do it, but judging by the waves of anger emanating from her friend, she knew that it wasn't.
"I could have taken care of myself back there." Emily's voice was quiet, yet steely.
"He was coming onto you, Emily," said Spencer.
"I wasn't going to let him try anything on me," spat Emily. She was standing on the other side of the room, shoulders squared, her neck muscles tense against the lapel of her vest. "I may have a busted shoulder but I'm perfectly capable of taking him on. I don't need you to do it for me."
"He wouldn't be thinking of trying anything if you had told him straight up that you were gay!"
Emily ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "It wasn't his right to know about anything that doesn't have anything to do with me getting into college!" Her voice was much louder now. "He's just an admissions counselor. Your parents are paying him. I didn't think he'd do anything if he knew it would make him look bad in their eyes."
"When are you going to stop ragging on my family?" asked Spencer angrily. "You can't choose where you're born into."
"Don't I know it," Emily muttered. Her voice picked up volume again. "You can afford to be caught up in this mystery involving Alison and A and Mona and Toby, because let's face it, you don't need to work hard to move on from Rosewood - you're a Hastings! You could get into any college you wanted. You could go across the country to Stanford and be as far away as you could and your parents would write you a big fat check to do it. You're safe, Spencer. Some of us have to consider the future a lot more carefully than you do, and maybe that's a good thing. Maybe we shouldn't dwell so much on the past anymore."
"You don't want to know who killed Ali?"
Emily looked straight into Spencer's eyes. "I want to get away from whoever killed Ali before they get to me first," she replied. "I have dreams, all right? I have dreams of college, med school, marriage, kids... I have dreams of swimming at the NCAA, and that dream is no longer in reach. But you wouldn't how that feels, would you?"
"What the hell are you talking about? I have dreams too!"
"Yeah, but unlike everyone else, your dreams coming true comes at no cost to you." Emily left those words hanging in the air as she stormed past Spencer into the the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Emily came out of the bathroom still fully dressed. She dug into her purse. "I'm going to see if I can get another room," she told Spencer, who was sitting on the bed, occupied with playing with the ends of her hair. It was a habit she had when she was stressed or anxious.
"Em."
Emily waved dismissively. "It's all right. My dad gave me extra money so I can afford it." She made for the door.
Spencer watched Emily place her hand on the doorknob. "Emily, wait!" she called out. She waited until Emily faced her. In a quieter voice, she started speaking again. "I do know how it feels to have a dream that's out of reach."
The taller girl snorted. "You wish, Spencer," she said.
Spencer sighed. "No, I'm being honest here." She got up from the bed and approached Emily slowly. "Every day I think about how much of an idiot I am to have let this dream go." When she was close enough, she reached out to cup Emily's cheek.
Emily's eyes widened. She believed that they had forgotten about their tryst over the summer before she left for Haiti. "Spencer." A plea, not a warning. And yet, her hands darted out, grasping Spencer's waist and pulling her in. Their lips met softly at first, but when Emily opened her mouth a little bit more, the other girl followed her lead.
Spencer sat Emily on the edge of the bed and straddled her, holding onto Emily's shoulders for support. She grabbed the lapels of Emily's vest - god, Emily looked gorgeous in vests - and pushed it off the girl's shoulders while Emily's magic lips worked on Spencer's neck.
Emily's free hand caught the vest as it fell, and she chucked it aimlessly at some far corner of the room. Then Emily's hands moved to loosen the belt on Spencer's waist. She pulled away from kissing the top of Spencer's chest to focus on the belt buckle, but not before feeling the other girl's heart hammer against her mouth. Belt discarded, Emily responded to Spencer's rapid, begging breaths by snaking an arm around her neck and pulling her head closer, enabling her tongue to hungrily enter Spencer's warm mouth.
Her hand found the zipper at the back of Spencer's dress and pulled it down gently despite her desire, because she knew that this was one of Spencer's favourite outfits. Spencer got off Emily's lap - Emily whimpered lustily in protest - to take her boots off, then her socks, and finally, shimmying out of her dress. She stepped out of the pools of fabric and took Emily's hands, pulling the other girl to a standing position as her fingers curled around the hem of her dress and removed it. Without breaking eye contact with Emily, she carelessly tossed the white garment aside.
Emily surprised Spencer by wrapping her arms around her torso and shifting so she could lower Spencer onto the bed, and then positioned herself on top of her. Her hands found Spencer's bra clasp, and she gave the other girl a questioning look.
"Go ahead," Spencer said throatily. She moved her arms so that Emily could remove her bra. She almost chuckled as she recalled Emily's comment earlier that evening about her having to whip her bra off to get what she wanted, but instead, she distracted herself by reaching to remove Emily's bra.
Emily took her own underwear off, and Spencer did the same. They were both naked now, on top of the covers, so exposed to each other. Emily knelt between Spencer's thighs, her hands gently kneading both of Spencer's breasts. "Are you sure?" Her question was a whisper.
Gasping, Spencer pried one of Emily's hands off her breast and directed it to relieve the throbbing between her legs. "Yes."
Emily was close. Spencer could feel it as her pumping fingers were squeezed by her contracting walls. She was on top of Emily, her right hand thrusting between Emily's legs with the help of her hips. Having sex - making love - with Emily was different - better - than having sex with Toby. It wasn't about where what body parts go where, but it was the feel of all. Toby was the typical self-absorbed teenage boy when it comes to sex. Sex started and finished at the discretion of Toby's penis. But that wasn't the case with Emily.
She looks amazing, Spencer thought as she raised her head to look at Emily's face. She reached up with her free hand to brush some of Emily's long black hair away from her face, and used her thumb to trace the outline of Emily's slightly parted lips - from where the most glorious moans were rolling - and her closed eyelids. Spencer let a realisation wash over her. She looks amazing because I'm making her feel that way.
Suddenly, Emily's back arched, and her hands clawed at Spencer's bare back, and underneath her lust, Spencer could feel the skin sting from where the swimmer's nails dug into. "Oh god," she cried out. "Oh god. Paige! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Her grip on Spencer's back slackened and she fell limp, seeing stars from her orgasm.
Emily just cheated on Paige. Spencer felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. She allowed herself to kiss the smooth brown skin on Emily's shoulder one last time, before pulling her fingers out and rolling off her, then she pulled the covers on top of their bodies. Feigning sleepiness, she turned her back to Emily and forced her eyes shut. Then Emily did something completely unexpected. She scooted closer to Spencer, wrapped an arm around the smaller girl's waist and pulled her in.
The thoughts rang out in Spencer's head: Emily loves Paige. Emily has always loved Paige. Emily will never love me.
The other side of the bed was empty when Spencer woke up in the morning. She listened hard to check if the shower was going, but it wasn't. Then she noticed a pile of clean, neatly folded clothes at the foot of the bed. Her clothes, that Emily clearly picked out. She got out of bed, picked up her clothes from last night - noticing that Emily's discarded clothing had already been put away - and placed them in her suitcase.
Spencer took a long, hot shower, then took the extra time to wash her face and get dressed. Washing our infidelity away, she thought. Even at the pace she chose, Emily didn't return until Spencer was sitting on the bed, fully dressed and towel drying her hair.
"Morning!" Emily said cheerily. She was holding a massive, flat square box in one hand. "I brought breakfast."
"Pizza," said Spencer, inhaling the familiar smell as Emily lowered the box onto the bed. "You brought us pizza for breakfast."
"We're in a college town, so I figured that no one would think twice if I ordered pizza for breakfast. Besides, I asked around and they said this place was the best place to go to." With a tight smile, Emily opened the box, and the large half-cheese and onion, half-pepperoni pizza seemed like a "forget about last night" gift to Spencer.
Spencer observed Emily munch on a slice of cheese and onion. "Did you see Brendan at all this morning?" she asked her.
Emily swallowed what she was chewing before replying, "No, I didn't. I figured I didn't need his help anymore. He did get a bit sleazy," she said.
"I'll tell my mom, you know," said Spencer. "What Brendan tried to do."
"Spencer, no," Emily insisted, shaking her head.
"It's not right for an older guy to be coming onto underaged girls, especially when his profession involves having to work with them from time to time," said Spencer. "My mom will take care of it, okay?"
"Don't bring your mom into this," snapped Emily.
Spencer recoiled. "Look, you're probably not the first and not the last girl he came onto, Emily. You have to let me do something."
Emily took Spencer's hand, and spoke to her in a much gentler voice, "I don't need you to be protecting me all the time anymore, Spencer. I'm not that girl anymore," she said.
"I know." Spencer placed her other hand on top of Emily's. "But you're still kind and wonderful and sweet Emily Fields. These are the things that make you special, and they haven't gone away. And these things are worth protecting, so you can't stop me from trying."