A/N: Established Emison. Desk. Sex. Need I say more?
Alison finished marking yet another test and took another one off the seemingly never ending pile with a sigh. She enjoyed her job, sure, but it was a Friday afternoon and she was ready to go home. Still, if she got it done now she wouldn't have to take any work home with her for the weekend.
"You look so good behind that desk."
Alison smiled as she looked up to see her girlfriend leaning against the door frame of the classroom, still clad in her coach jacket.
"Not as good as you'd look on it," she shot back.
Emily grinned as she wandered into the classroom and up to Alison's desk.
"Care to prove it?"
Alison smirked, "Well, I would but…" she tapped the stack of papers on her desk.
Emily groaned as she sat down on the other side of the desk, staring at her girlfriend with a pout.
"But I need your help, Miss Dilaurentis."
Alison rolled her eyes, smiling a little but keeping her eyes on her marking.
Emily begun to tilt back on her chair before landing back on the front legs. And again.
"You're worse than my students," Alison chuckled.
Emily smiled sheepishly, "You just look so hot when you're being all teachery. I mean, if I were your student – "
Alison stood up suddenly and pulled Emily close, "I think I could teach you a thing or two," she murmured.
Emily grinned, "You reckon? Because you know, I'm the – "
"Oh shush," she pushed at Emily's chest, "Little miss experience. You haven't had anything," she moved her mouth close to the brunette's ear, "until you've had Alison Dilaurentis."
Emily swallowed tightly and nodded.
Alison sniggered and touched Emily's face lightly. Emily's eyelids fluttered as she leaned into the touch.
"Teach me," Emily whispered.
Alison pressed her lips to Emily's, stroking her jaw lightly before squeezing the back of her neck and pulling her closer. Emily responded hungrily and sat on the desk, drawing the other woman between her legs and then circling them around her tightly.
"You taste so good," Alison murmured.
Emily licked her lips.
Alison placed a hand on Emily's chest and nudged her so her back lay across the desk.
"You are definitely my favourite student," Alison ran her hands underneath Emily's shirt. She let them roam across her girlfriends' smooth stomach. Then up to her breasts, squeezing gently before flicking her thumb against an already taut nipple. Emily let out a quiet moan.
Alison chuckled as she moved one hand down to Emily's crotch, teasing her with friction of her own jeans.
Emily moaned, "Ali, come on."
A smirk came over Alison's face, "You're cute when you're turned on."
Emily leant up on her elbows, "Right back at you."
Alison pushed her down onto her back again, "Down, girl."
Emily's eyes flicked to Alison's hand still resting on her crotch, "Okay, okay, get on with it."
Alison rolled her eyes, "Excuse me?"
"Please," Emily pouted, "I swear I'll be good Miss Dilaurentis."
"Of course you will," Alison purred as she delved a hand into Emily's underwear and smiling as the other woman groaned on contact. She could feel Emily was already wet. Very.
"Mm, Alison," Emily moaned, her head thrown back against the desk, "You're excellent at that."
Alison stroked her girlfriend slowly, teasingly, "You make it so easy," she leant her mouth to Emily's ear again, "So, so easy."
"I love you," Emily choked out between gasps.
Alison bit her lip and continuing her ministrations whispered, "I love you too, Em. So much."
Emily's hips bucked, leaving the desk momentarily when Ali's fingers flicked against her clit, repeating the action a couple of times in quick succession. Then she threw her fingers into her girlfriend, thrusting somehow gently and strongly at the same time. Emily's hips left the desk again as she moaned low and deep.
Alison pushed harder, deeper and at the same time grazed her thumb over Emily's clit. That was all the other woman needed to let out one last moan. Alison put a hand over her mouth when she started to scream and Emily bit into it to stop the sound escaping her.
She nodded when she was in control again and Alison took her hand away, while withdrawing her fingers at the same time.
"You good?" Alison murmured, a hand in soft, brown hair.
Emily smiled, a red tinge still in her cheeks, "You tell me."
Alison took both her hands and pulled her into sitting position, "Very good," she whispered, kissing Emily's nose, which made the other woman giggle.
"You're right," Emily spoke softly, "I hadn't had anything until I had you," she whispered.
Alison bit her lip and rolled her eyes, "You know I was just playing," she mumbled.
"It's true though, Ali," Emily insisted, "It was always you. Always."
Alison smiled, pressing her lips to Emily's, "You too, Em. I never loved anyone the way I love you."
Emily nuzzled into the still standing Alison's stomach.
Alison ran her hands through her girlfriends hair, "Why don't you give me a few minutes to finish this marking and we can head home… curl up on the couch, watch a movie, eat take out."
"Sounds perfect," Emily kissed Alison's stomach through her clothes before pulling away and standing up, fixing her clothes, "I'll wait in the car. Wouldn't want to distract you," she winked.
Alison grinned, "Too late, babe."