prompt: fetus emison having a normal sleepover at Emily's house when her parents aren't there (and Ali knows of Emily's crush on her). And then they watch a film or whatever, and Ali pretends to fall asleep. So Emily carries her in her arms to her room. Once she lays Ali down she notices her shirt has ridden up a bit, and shes kinda turned on :P , but she instantly pulls her shirt down, and Ali finds it sweet that Emily would never take advantage of her.
Emily looked away from the tv screen to glance at her friend next to her. Alison's eyes were closed. She bit her lip; the blonde looked so beautiful just lying with her legs curled under her on the couch in Emily's lounge room. Her lips looked so soft, so smooth, so perfect. Emily shook the thought out of her head.
"Ali," she whispered, "Are you awake?"
Alison thought about opening her eyes but decided against it, she was really sleepy anyway.
Emily watched her friend sleeping until the movie finished. She wasn't even sure how it ended, more preoccupied with the sleeping woman next to her.
"Ali," she whispered again.
She knew this couch too well; it was pleasant enough to fall asleep on but she'd woken up too many times with cramps in her neck and shoulders to let her friend fall that trick.
She sighed, nibbling on her lip. She gently placed her hands underneath her friends' body and picked up the petite woman. Emily had no trouble carrying the light woman up the stairs. Alison was surprised but oddly comforted and didn't protest as Emily carried her to the bedroom. She could get used to this.
Emily lay her friend down on her bed. Alison's eyes fluttered but Emily didn't notice. Her eyes were drawn instead to Alison's stomach. Ali's top must have ridden up while Emily was carrying her up the stairs. Emily swallowed hard. Alison's stomach moved a little with each breath, it was so smooth and… Emily shook her head and pulled her friends' top down to cover her exposed skin. She sighed at the loss of the sight of her friends' pale skin.
Alison couldn't help the smile that spread over her lips. She groaned a little and let her eyes flutter open. She saw Emily slipping her own top off, with her back to Alison as she changed into her pyjamas. Alison placed her hand on her own stomach, still smiling. She couldn't ask for someone better to be crushing on her, really. Emily was so sweet. She hadn't even laid a hand on her when she could have. And the way the brunette would look at her… it was nothing like the boys at school would look at her. She didn't expect anything or look her up and down like she was an object or a prize to conquer.
"You're awake," Emily noted as she turned around and climbed into bed.
Alison smiled lazily, "Yeah," she answered, "How'd the movie end?"
Emily thought a moment, "Um, I'm not sure… I fell asleep too," she lied.
"Oh," Alison giggled, "You didn't have to carry me up the stairs and all, Em."
Emily smiled sheepishly, "That couch is terrible for your muscles," she mumbled, "I didn't want you to wake up all sore."
Alison grinned, "Thanks, Em," she leant forward and pressed her lips to Emily's gently.
"Wh-what was that for?" Emily asked in surprise.
Alison smiled, "Just for being you."