A/N: Based on a prompt "Maybe you could do one where all the girls watching a movie and Em and Ali are just friends and suddenly Ali starts to text Em naughty things.. And in the night when everyone is asleep expect for Ali and Em, Ali makes Ems dreams come true ;)" !

The tv blared in Spencer's barn as the five girls lay around the room, watching a movie. Emily was tired but watched through heavy lids until her phone buzzed beside her. She picked it up. Why the hell was Alison messaging her from five feet away? Oh.

Enjoying the view?

Emily bit her lip, blushing as her eyes turned to the television, where an attractive woman was in very little clothing as she attempted to seduce her boyfriend. Or something. Emily had kind of lost track of the story line when the cute blonde had begun taking her clothes off.

I don't know what you mean.

She watched Alison read her text and roll her eyes.

Oh, my mistake. I thought you had a thing for cute blondes.

Emily ground her teeth. They hadn't even spoken about…the kiss in the library, why was Alison being like this now? She didn't even know what to reply. She was saved the trouble when her phone buzzed again.

I was going to give you a show later. ;)

Emily's breath hitched as she read and re-read the text, not even daring to look at her friend.

What kind of show?

Well, I'll give you a hint. It's not a puppet show.

Emily huffed in frustration and looked at Alison who had the smallest hint of a smirk on her lips.

"You alright, Em?" Aria who was next to her asked.

Emily stammered, "Um, yeah, just mum checking up on me," she lied.

"Don't you guys think phones are a bit like leashes sometimes?" Alison piped up, from the other side of Aria, "Like look at Em, as soon her phone buzzes, she has to pick it up."

Emily's cheeks burnt.

Sorry, Em, I couldn't resist. Are you worked up yet?

I don't know what you mean.

You have to stop saying that, people will start to think you're stupid. And you're not.

Well, maybe you should just be less confusing.

Am I confusing you? ;)

Emily would have growled if the others weren't in the room. She decided to be brave.

Yes.

I can un-confuse you if you like.

Emily was wary.

What are you talking about?

It's a test!

A test…

Yup. So, is your heart rate racing?

No answer.

I think it is seeing as your hands are shaking a little and your cheeks are red, so we'll call that a yes.

You are infuriating.

Thanks. Next question, have you ever thought about me naked?

No answer.

Ok, dropping your phone also equals a yes. Licking your lips is like extra points.

Emily decided to stop replying. She was only going to get herself into trouble.

Are you wet?

Emily picked up her phone. She bit her lip and shifted from lying to sitting.

That's so a yes. You pass with flying colours.

What was the test for?

You'll see. ;)

Emily shook her head and put her phone down. It didn't buzz for the rest of the rest. And she was kind of disappointed.

Emily was jerked out a light sleep when her phone buzzed next to the pillow she had laid out on the ground. She squinted in the dark and patted the ground until she found it.

Come to my place.

Emily frowned and it was only then that she looked around, realising Alison was missing.

Why aren't you sleeping? If the girls wake up they will wonder where we are.

Oh stop playing so safe, Em. I want to talk about the library.

Emily bit her lip. She slipped out of her makeshift bed and tiptoed out of Spencer's barn. It was cold outside so she ran over to Ali's and snuck in. Lucky her parents were away.

"You came," Alison grinned.

Emily nodded, "What did you – "

In three strides, Alison was inches away from Emily. She pressed her mouth to Emily's and placed a hand on her cheek. Emily responded enthusiastically, her knee's feeling weak all of a sudden. Her head swam. Why was Alison so damn intoxicating, she thought.

"You said you wanted to talk," Emily said breathlessly as they pulled apart.

Alison smirked, "Did I say talk? Must have been that damn autocorrect," she winked.

Alison grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her over to the bed. She lay down and guide the other woman over her. She could see the desire in her friends eyes.

"Hm, something's wrong with this," Alison murmured.

There. That was it, Emily thought. Just another secret for Ali to –

Then Alison switched their positions quickly.

"There, much better," she grinned, "I like being on top."

Emily's throat went dry as Alison's hands found her hips and snuck under her shirt to touch bare skin. It sent a shiver right through Emily's body. Alison pulled the shirt over Emily's head. Emily bit her lip; she should feel self conscious but all she could see was Alison. And then Ali took her own top off then. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh my god," fell from Emily's lips.

Alison laughed softly, "Oh, you," she cupped Emily's cheek, "I know you want to kiss me."

Emily felt like she was on fire as Alison hovered over her in only her boxer shorts. Alison rose a single eyebrow. Emily nodded.

"Yes," she whispered before pushing her lips to Alison's.

It wasn't like the library kiss at all. That had been hesitant. Slow. Nice. Sweet.

This was full of passion and want and desire. Of course it was Alison who eased her tongue into Emily's mouth before exploring every centimetre of it. Emily raked her fingers through Alison's hair, revelling in every sensation that was shooting through her body. Alison pushed her back down onto the bed. She attached her lips to Emily's neck, sucking and biting hard until she'd left her mark.

"Do you want to touch them?" Alison noticed Emily staring at her breasts.

Emily's confidence faltered, "Um, uh, I – "

Alison rolled her eyes, "Confidence, Em. How many times have I told you – confidence?"

Emily squirmed a little, "Yes," she whispered.

Alison laughed, "You're not really that sweet, are you?"

Emily blushed.

"Give me your hand," Alison demanded.

Emily complied, putting her hand in Alison's. Alison guided it to her left breast and lay it there, smiling as she felt Emily's hand shake.

"Wow."

Alison grinned, "I'm taking that as a compliment."

Emily nodded as she ran her hands over Alison's soft skin and then bravely pinched the nipple between her fingers, hearing a gasp slip from Alison's mouth.

"Does it hurt?" Emily asked, biting her lip.

Alison shook her head, "No," she answered, "It feels good."

"Oh," Emily giggled nervously.

Alison chuckled, "Give me your hand again."

Emily lay her hand in Alison's and her breath caught in her throat as Alison drew their hands over her stomach and down into her boxer shorts.

"I- I don't know what to do," Emily mumbled, feeling her heart beat frantically in her ears.

"Oh as if you've never touched yourself," Alison scoffed.

"It's different," Emily mumbled.

Alison just laughed.

Emily, feeling brave, dipped her hand into Alison's wetness. It was true, of course she'd touched herself, so she quickly located the sensitive bundle of nerves that always got her off and flicked it experimentally. Alison let slip a moan that had Emily squeezing her own legs together. This was too much, she thought, she was so wet herself and she didn't know if Ali was going to return the favour. She continued her exploration of Ali's folds, always returning that nub and then Alison's hand was on hers and preventing her from leaving that special spot. Emily giggled and rubbed that spot until Alison's hand went limp and her hips bucked up from the bed a few times before she moaned again and stilled.

Emily thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She couldn't help it. She kissed Alison's closed eyes.

"Bet you're worked up now," Ali smirked once she had recovered.

Emily shrugged, "Well, um, yes," she admitted.

Alison grinned and got straight to work. She only flicked Emily's nipples a couple of times before her hand dived between Emily's legs. She stroked along the length of her, raising her finger to mouth and sucking it as Emily moaned. Truth be told, by this stage she barely had to touch Emily to get a reaction and it wasn't long before Emily's body was quivering and she was moaning Alison's name again and again.

"Better than a puppet show, right?" Alison grinned.

Emily nodded wordlessly, her eyelids still fluttering as her heart tried to return to a normal pace. She didn't care if she had to keep this a secret. It was totally, totally worth it. Alison was intoxicating. Alison was her drug. And she was more than happy to be an addict.