A/N: Life is too chaotic for me, I'm sorry this isn't longer. :( This chapter wouldn't be up without kayweston's dilligence.
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Chapter 5 – I'll Be Watching You
Alison's bedroom is dark and still, and it's silent except for the steady sound of the two sleeping girls' breathing. The blonde wakes up in the dead of night, dazed and confused. To be honest, she's a little surprised she woke up at all- but she realizes she took the medicine pretty early on in the night. She's also pretty damn sure she hears some movement (a loud thud to be precise), and she's acutely aware of someone else's presence. Well, someone other than the peacefully sleeping brunette just inches away from her.
And she's not wrong – her eyes open sleepily and dart around the room, quickly looking to the glass doorway that leads out to her balcony. They focus on a figure climbing onto the deck– a dark silhouette - and her heart begins pounding furiously as she feels her whole body tense up with fear. Her breath hitches as she feels a fleeting sensation shoot through her, but she realizes Emily's hand is resting on her exposed hip, and her fingertips ghost over Ali's skin as they move gently. Quietly, without waking up the runaway, she gets out of bed cautiously and limps over to the balcony door trying to be undetected.
As she approaches the door, she sees the silhouette become slightly illuminated by the moonlight and she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding while her body relaxes slightly at the sight.
A smirk greets her through the glass, and she sighs shakily as she opens the door as quietly as possible and slips out (and she doesn't notice the brown eyes watching her warily from the bed).
"Cece, what the hell! What are you doing here?!" she whispers loudly after closing the door behind her. The older blonde merely smoothes out her night slip and sits down in the chair on the balcony.
"Hi darling. It's a wonderful night, isn't it?" Cece asks nonchalantly as she takes a deep breath of the night air, ignoring the question at hand with a devilish smirk and a knowing glint in her eye.
"Oh cut the crap, did you really just climb onto my balcony? What's wrong with you?!" Alison asks feeling caught, and she can't even stand the anxiety anymore- she needs to know Cece's intentions, and she needs to know them now. If the girl is taunting her and ready to run to the police now with this information, she has to know for the sake of protecting Emily.
"Your bedroom door was locked so I climbed over to see what you were hiding, no biggie. It's not that hard from Jason's balcony," Cece answers evenly, the annoying smirk still present as she eyes Alison carefully. "Come on now Ali- you've been different lately, why didn't you just tell me the truth?"
"What do you mean?" Ali furrows her eyebrows in fake surprise as she wonders what the hell to do. She hopes Emily doesn't hear any of this- the brunette is like a skittish animal ready to dart at any moment or defend herself if need be.
"Oh please," Cece snorts as she looks past the blonde into the room and raises an eyebrow. "Don't give me this dear in headlights look. Just tell me the fucking truth."
That damn smile is still on Cece's face and it has Alison subtly trembling uncontrollably.
"Cece, I-I didn't know how to tell you, please, please don't tell any-"
"Oh stop it silly, I'm not going to tell anyone," Cece says carelessly as a look of confusion crosses Alison's face. The older blonde waves her hand in the direction where Emily's sleeping.
"Wait, wh-what?"
"I just wish you told me before that you were into girls."
Oh. So that's what Cece thinks is going on, Alison muses to herself as she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Well, at least Cece hasn't figured out the actual situation. Figures. But, now that she thinks about it, it'd be hard for the older blonde to get a good look at Emily's face from the window. And she'd be surprised if Cece even paid attention to the news.
"I feel deeply hurt," Cece states in mock regret as she places her hand on her heart. "I thought I'd be special enough to know about…whatever this is."
"I don't even know know what it is," Alison sighs softly because now she isn't even sure what's going on between her and Emily. "It's complicated."
"Come on, I wanna know everything," Cece says wiggling her eyebrows playfully as she gestures once more towards the inside. "Where'd you meet her? What's her name? Is she sexy? Have you gone past first base?"
Alison laughs quietly as she shakes her head and looks at Cece who is staring at her expectantly.
"I can't tell you all that, a girl's gotta have her secrets."
"Come onnnnnn, one juicy detail and I'll let you get back to her," Cece begs playfully as she grabs onto Ali's hand.
"Um, okay," Ali says Cece holds her hand and plays with it cutely. What is she supposed to say? Is she into Emily? She hasn't had the chance to sit down with her thoughts and sort them out. What if she's just fascinated by the idea of the mysterious brunette. It doesn't help knowing that the brunette is into girls too, because Alison worries a part of her is just really attached to the exciting possibility of being into Emily like that, if that makes any sense. Because none if it makes any sense to her. Only the fact that she's helplessly drawn to her.
"We're like sisters, just tell me," Cece insists and Ali gives in and says the first thing that comes to her mind.
"Well, uh, she's got the body of a freakin' greek goddess," Ali speaks slowly, leaning against the railing so that she doesn't put pressure on her foot. Her mind wanders to thoughts of how wonderful Emily had looked in just her underwear, thoughts that Ali has never had about another girl before.
"Oh god so she's really hot?" Cece asks inquisitively with a smile.
"Yeah," and now it's Ali's turn to smirk. "And she's got this…this aggressive side to her that's covering up a really gentle sweet side."
"Oh now we're talking!" Cece says with a grin in a hushed voice as she fangirls for Alison, a teasing look on her face. "When do I get to meet her?"
"Uh maybe not any time soon, she's really shy and not really out," Alison says quietly, desperate to protect Emily's identity.
"Fine, but I'm getting the dirty details from you in the morning," Cece says with a wink and stands up, looking at the mini blonde beside her. "Hey."
Alison looks at Cece only to see a look of concern flash across her cheeky face, just for a moment.
"Be careful okay? I don't want you to hurt yourself. I know how those hot, flirty still in-the-closet girls can be when they're not sure of themselves, when they're hiding who they really are," Cece comments lightly. Alison almost wants to laugh because Cece has it all wrong. Alison isn't afraid of Emily hiding her sexuality. She's seen Emily's eyes on her, seen the way Emily intently focuses on her. She's either a psychopath, or strongly attracted to Ali (or both, but Alison tries not to think about that).
"I'll be careful," Ali nods.
"Alright, get back to your greek goddess, bitch," Cece playfully teases as she goes back to climb the balcony back to Jason's room.
"Goodnight Cece," Ali rolls her eyes as she returns to her room and opens and shuts the door quietly. The blonde limps over back to her bed as quietly as she can, sighing slightly as she approaches it. A wave of sleepiness hits her. The brunette looks so peaceful sleeping, she thinks as she climbs on to the bed. So serene and beautiful, so-
"What the hell was that?"
Alison is knocked flat on her back as soon as she climbs on the bed, a gasp escaping her lips as a weight is pressed down on top of her and it takes a moment for her to realize that Emily has pinned her to the mattress with her body on top of her and one hand pushing Ali's shoulder down hard. Her features are dark and distrusting, eyes leering over the blonde.
"Emily-"
"Who was that?" Emily asks in a menacingly low voice that startles the blonde.
"My brother's girlfriend was just worried because I locked my door-"
"She totally saw me," Emily freaks out, her nerves running wild. She shouldn't have trusted Alison. She shouldn't have agreed to come back to this house, how stupid did she get? Of course someone was going to see her and turn her in and-
"She couldn't even tell what you really looked like," Alison argues back, trying to ignore how close Emily's face is to hers. And the brunette simultaneously tries to ignore how Alison's chest rises and falls, her cleavage spilling out of her very thin, deep-v tank top.
"Then why did she keep gesturing towards me?" Emily asks in an accusatory voice, her brown eyes shimmering with confusion.
"She thinks I'm fooling around with you!"
A sudden awkward silence falls over the two of them, and Emily feels like she's just gotten the wind knocked out of her.
"Oh," is all she says as she blinks rapidly, a little more than embarrassed and slightly surprised. She wonders what the blonde thinks about that.
"You gotta have more faith in me," Alison insists lightly as Emily's eyebrows furrow together and she frowns- and goddamn she has just got the most adorable pout on her face. She watches Emily nod slowly and wince from the pressure she's exerting on her arm. The blonde brings her hand up slowly to brush the hair out of the brunette's face, a stunned look coming over Emily as she does so. "How's the shoulder feel?"
"Can't really feel it, I'm still a little high on the painkillers," Emily admits as she feels exhaustion taking over her body again and she relishes in the warm touch of Alison.
"Me too, I can kinda feel it," Alison whispers quietly. "It feels all woozy."
And suddenly, the two of them are intensely aware of their position. Alison, on her back, chest heaving slowly as she stares up at Emily whose face is just inches away from her own, her knees on either side of Ali's hips. The brunette's breathing is rapid, her heart pounding in her chest as Ali's fingers caress her cheek again for the second time that night. Is the blonde hinting at something? Emily tries not to get her hopes up, but the delirious part of her says fuck it.
There's no time to analyze anything, there seems to be no time at all and everything just happens on its own – Emily lowers her head, and as her lips connect with Alison's, she feels the blonde tremble and gasp at this sudden contact. It's warm, and it's slow – the air between them nearly hot and palpable, their bodies still, almost frozen, as if to make sure with this stillness that no sudden action will destroy this moment. She's waiting for the blonde to shove her away in protest, but that never happens.
Their lips begin to move against each other, warm breaths mixing and blending, and Alison is sure this dizziness is not from the painkillers, nor from the nearly drowning experience from earlier. Again, she feels as if she's drifting, waves swooshing inside of her brain and when Emily's tongue touches hers, a quiet whimper escapes her mouth, and she can't control this feeling in her abdomen. She wishes she could, for a moment, but Emily's tongue begins to circle and she inhales the brunette's breath, and then she really loses all control over her own aching body.
Two strangers. The thought swishes through her mind and to her own surprises she relaxes, her lips begging for more, more of this hot, desperate need for the brunette's closeness. She touches the nape of her neck and makes her lean closer as she sucks on her lower lip, and the groan, this moan-like sound that Emily makes, forces her to squeeze together her thighs in anticipation. It's too much to handle.
Alison breaks the kiss by gently pulling back, her chest heaving and her blue eyes shut as she tries to catch her breath. When she opens her eyes, they're dark with desire as she stares into those searing brown orbs above her.
Emily tilts her head, almost questioningly, but her gaze isn't any less intense. She brings a tan finger up and places it against Alison's lips, signaling for her to be quiet, and it reminds the blonde of the first encounter they had. Only this time, Emily kisses her way down her jawline, her lips making a trail as they go down her chin. She slowly and carefully kisses down her neck, slowly but deliberately, and Alison inhales sharply at the feeling of her lips sucking softly on her delicate skin.
She touches Emily's back gently at first, slips her hand under the thin material of her t-shirt, and she feels Emily gasp right into her neck causing her to shiver with anticipation. But when the brunette's warm tongue finally touches Ali's skin she is nearly on fire, writhing with pleasure under Emily's hot kisses. It's not that she hasn't been kissed this way before. It's just that this time it's so…different, and all her senses are on alert, ready to explode at any given second. She moans quietly when Emily breathes something undecipherable into her ear. The only sounds that fill the near-silent room are these tiny moans, heavy breaths and hot, messy whimpers.
When Alison feels her courage taking the best of her (or maybe it's dizzy foolishness), she manages to position herself in such manner with her arms stretched up above her head, back arched up, and it entices Emily to nearly rip off her top- but the brunette refrains. It's all a blur from then on, it's a sultry bliss as Emily lifts her shirt up slightly, kisses down her neck to her cleavage and touches her abdomen so delicately, with her fingertips merely skimming the soft, slightly sun-kissed skin. Alison's hands travel over the brunette's neck and arms and hair, pulling slightly at the feeling of Emily's tongue on her skin.
They kiss once more as Emily moves back up to connect her lips with Alison's, their moves more rapid and desperate with every passing second. Emily's hands travel to Ali's breasts, grazing just the bottom of them, and then one of them touches her lower abdomen, dangerously dipping into her shorts slightly, over her increasingly wet panties, and they both moan at the desirous sensation – but just as soon as it starts, Alison feels Emily's whole body tense up and the runaway pulls away quickly, panting, and Alison really cannot decipher what's going on in those warm, brown eyes that are swirling with lust. Emily manages a faint – and fake, Ali notes - smile at the blonde before she feebly gets off of her and lies down next to her, avoiding eye contact as she holds her head like it hurts.
"H-hey-" Alison manages to blurt out, but Emily's smile fades as she looks at her and Alison stops speaking, the wheels of her mind turning a hundred miles per hour to figure the brunette out. She wants to ask what's wrong, and why the brunette looks like she has just been burned by Ali. But she refrains because if there's one thing she's sure of it's that Emily is an emotional time bomb.
So the blonde waits patiently for an explanation, trying to catch her breath. Her nerves are still tingling and that ache between her thighs is a physical reminder of what just happened.
"I don't want to do anything you might regret tomorrow," Emily finally explains quietly, turning and looking into cerulean eyes. "Or any day."
The humanity and emotional vulnerability in those words catches Ali off guard. She momentarily forgets about their situation, about Emily's criminal status, about everything except those examining eyes gazing at her intensely with conflict.
"I won't regret that," Alison reassures with a whisper, wanting to soothe Emily's nerves. "Relax okay?"
Emily takes a deep breath and nods, rolling onto her back and burying her face in her hands for a moment before Alison peels them away gently and before pressing herself into Emily's side and tilting her head downwards to look at her.
"You're just gonna have to trust me," Alison says in a hushed voice, and Emily kisses her one last time, but Alison can feel her holding back- she can feel Emily's reluctance and hesitation and it drives her insane. She wants to know what the brunette is capable of, but that'll have to wait.
Tomorrow she'll work on convincing Emily to stay, she'll work on finding out more about Emily's history, and she'll work on winning over her trust and figuring out her own emotions as well- but for now she cuddles into the brunette, needing to feel close to her. And Emily lets her, because she has nowhere else to go. But, the brunette thinks as she falls asleep, it's also because she could really fall hard for this random, wonderful blonde girl. And that is simply terrifying.