Seeing Alison
Part V- Spencer

As I slowly make my way down the corridor the floor creaks slightly under my feet. Before I make another sound I take off my slippers and continue barefoot.

The cold tile sends shivers through me, and when I reach the old Radley nursery I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I take a few more steps in, then stop, frozen in place at the sight in front of me.

Long golden curls fall midway down her back, which is covered by a long sleeved sweater dress. She's crouched over looking through a box of what looks like old records.

I stare at her for a few long moments; remembering when I saw her last, in my house, when we kissed.

I feel a blush rise in my cheeks as I think about the way she caressed my body, and how her tongue felt against mine.

Sure I still love Toby; I will always love him even after everything he's done. He's my soul mate, which is why I have to do this.

But then again, there will always be her too. Beautiful and graceful, sarcastic and quick-witted, no matter what happens or what truths I find, I will always have a special place for her, for Alison.

Another second passes as I shake myself out of the daze and reassess the situation.

Alison is here, at Radley, this is the second time I've seen her, and apparently I'm not the only one who has according to Hanna, Aria and Emily. That's how I know, know with certainty that she's alive and that this isn't some dream or hallucination.

My head is spinning in confusion trying to figure everything out, but before I have the chance, she turns and I hear her angelic voice.

"Didn't your mom have this?" She holds up an old record that looks vaguely familiar.

"Your mother…" I reply, still unsure of what to do.

"Really? I must've left it at your house and never got it back. I left a lot of stuff there." She says with an unreadable tone in her voice.

"Is it just me or was 6th grade the best year ever?" Ali says as she stands up and moves to an old record player.

I look at her curiously, trying to understand the meaning of her statement.

"I didn't even know you then" I finally reply.

She turns to look at me, "Oh honey, you didn't even know me when you knew me."

She turns back around.

After this, I stay silent, even more confused. It takes a few seconds before music fills the room and Ali turns to look at me again, this time with a small smile.

"Come on give it up Spence, let's pretend we're getting ready for your first boy-girl dance party."

She reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me closer to her. I feel her other hand fall to my lower back, lower than what would probably be considered appropriate. But I don't care.

I lean in to her and rest my palm against her waist, squeezing gently. I hear her let out a small sigh as we start to move together, our faces only inches apart.

"No one ever tells you that practice is so much more fun than the real thing."

Her voice against my ear sends a shiver through me.

I know that if I don't stop this, things might just start to happen, although I'm not sure if stopping is what I really want or not because I'd love to feel her lips again.

Before I can back out I say "Was it Toby that gave you the bloody lip?"

My subject change must catch her off guard a little bit because she pulls away slightly.

"Oh honey, girls fight much dirtier than boys. I'm lucky she didn't leave a scar."

"She? Who was it?"

She doesn't answer and instead tries to pull me closer.

"Spence, you stopped dancing." Her voice is still light but I hear the hint of disappointment hidden there.

I sigh, "I don't want to dance."

Slowly I start to pull away but she holds on firmly.

"Then what do you want Spence?"

Her question is so simple but I can't help but read more into it. I look up into her beautiful cerulean blue eyes. My heart jumps a bit and before I can stop myself I surge forward to capture her lips.

Instantly she responds, and tugs me closer, burying her hands in my hair.

I run my tongue along her bottom lip then bite down, needing to taste her. She grants me access almost immediately. Carelessly I yank her closer, griping her waist with one hand and the back of her neck with the other.

She tastes of strawberry lip-gloss, sunshine and heat. Her kisses are demanding but she lets me take the lead.

Our tongues battle and I pull her impossibly closer. She moans into my mouth and moves her hands lower to rest on my ass.

Ali doesn't stop there though and pulls my hips into hers, obviously desperate.

That same desperation creeps through me and I let my hands roam freely over her body, caressing her sides, her back, her breasts and everywhere else I can reach.

Soon, it isn't enough and I need more.

I slide my lips down to her ear and nibble on her earlobe before whispering

"I want you."

My voice is deep and husky and I feel her shiver. Without letting her respond I move my hands under her top and my lips to her neck.

Ali lets out little mewing noises as I play with her nipples through her bra, and it drives me crazy.

I nip and suck at her exposed neck and collarbone leaving little marks as I go. Slowly I notice that she's grinding her pelvis into me and my blood races.

I don't know when I got so desperate, when I realized that I had to have her. Maybe it was when I woke up from the last time we were together, perhaps before that even… All I know is that I want to take her body, that I need this to feel alive again, to be myself again.

I find her lips again and demand entrance. I nip at her tongue and explore every inch of her mouth as I continue to palm her breasts. Her leg slips between mine and I feel her thigh come into contact with my center.

The nightgown I'm wearing only hindering her slightly. Without conscious thought I slip my leg in between hers as well and push upwards.

She moans and tosses her head back in pleasure. Power and lust rush through me, and I feel something snap inside of me, an almost animalistic desire.

I rip the sweater from her body and it falls in tatters to the floor. Before she can protest I toss her bra aside too and am met with the most glorious sight.

Her breast are heaving from her ragged breathing, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

I bend down and capture one in my mouth, sucking greedily like a starving child. I use my hands to pull at her waist again as she lets out deep breaths.

Without warning I switch sides and she hisses out my name, it's the most enthralling thing I've ever heard.

Losing patience I drop to my knees and reach for the waistband of her leggings. I feel her hand in my hair. At first I think she's urging me on, but instead she tugs upward.

I look up to meet her eyes which are full of both arousal and concern. But in that moment I see into her heart, I swallow hard.

Slowly I stand back up and wrap my arms around her, the animalistic feeling subsiding as I breathe in her sweet scent.

Ali holds me tightly before whispering.

"I want you too Spence, but just not tonight. Soon I promise. Do what you need to do to make sure that Toby and the girls are safe. And I will make sure you're safe. Remember what I've told you."

With that she kisses me one last time, quickly replaces her bra and sweater and is gone before I have a chance to say anything.

I stand there for a long while, thinking, contemplating. With the taste of her still lingering on my lips, I know what I have to do.

"Soon Ali, soon." I whisper into the night before beginning my search for the star on Mona's gameboard.