December 2010

"My mom is going to be out all night," Alison said through the phone. Emily's eyes widened slightly at the thought that immediately popped into her mind. Yes, her make-out sessions with Alison had recently started to get more heated every time they occurred, but only over the last couple of days had Emily even considered the thought of going further with her best friend. And something told the brunette that Alison was thinking the exact same way. "So do you want to come over?"

"Of course," Emily answered, biting back a grin. "I'll be there in a few."

Emily's mom didn't question anything as Emily announced that she was going to Alison's to stay the night. Emily didn't even need to pack anything—she'd left a lot of stuff at Alison's house intentionally over Thanksgiving so that she didn't ever have to worry about not having clothes and things.

Emily biked through the cold over to Alison's house. The blonde was pretty much already waiting for her at the door when Emily arrived.

They heated up some food for dinner and then went up to Alison's room, where they first just talking about whatever came to their minds for a little while. Emily ended up in one of her favorite positions—her head laying over Alison's lap. Alison was twirling Emily's hair slowly, and scratching her short nails against her scalp. They were both unspeaking.

Finally, Alison spoke. "Emily…"

"Yes?" Emily asked, her voice soft.

"I just… want to make sure that you know how much I care about you," Alison said softly. Emily opened her eyes and looked up at Alison, smiling.

"I do know," Emily promised, before sitting up and pressing her lips gently against Alison's. "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

While Emily was in the bathroom, Alison took the time to gather the courage she needed to do what she really wanted to do. She got up off of her bed and, as Emily walked back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, Alison intercepted her with her lips. Emily immediately let out an involuntary moan at the suddenness of the kiss. Alison took complete control over both of them, pinning Emily up against the door.

Her hands dropped to Emily's midsection, and Emily's hands were desperately trying to pull Alison impossibly closer to her. Their lips fought intensely, and Alison kept up her state of dominance. Her hands dropped to Emily's ass and squeezed it, getting another moan from the brunette.

As Emily's hands got tangled into Alison's hair, the blonde took the liberty of grasping the rim of Emily's shirt and pulling it upwards. Emily didn't hesitate to help her pull it off, even though it required their lips to separate momentarily, because her skin was burning and she didn't want the fabric against it anymore.

Emily's black bra now completely revealed, Alison lowered her lips to Emily's neck, kissing and sucking gently down the skin in the crest between Emily's breasts—the only part of them that was currently exposed. Emily's skin was burning even more now, with Alison's lips and tongue against it. She hastily pulled Alison's face back up to hers, and their lips collided again. Taking dominance, the brunette pushed the blonde back away from the wall and toward her bed. She pushed Alison down onto the blankets and back against the pillows.

Alison, wanting desperately to be in control of this situation, managed to flip them around so that she was straddling Emily. Their lips disconnected as Alison sat up to tear her own shirt off. She rejoined their lips , and their bra-enclosed breasts bumped against one another as their teeth and tongues clashed between them.

As Alison fumbled with the clasp of Emily's bra, her thigh slipped naturally in between Emily's thighs, and the brunette gasped as it touched against her center. Emily had never imagined that Alison could make her feel so good—and she knew that this definitely wasn't over yet.

Her bra was gone in seconds, and finally—Alison hesitated. She was straddling Emily still, whose chest was rising and falling at incredibly speeds. Alison looked down at her best friend's bare chest, and wanted to touch it, but she hesitated.

Emily's eyes flickered open and looked up at Alison.

"Are we going too fast?" Alison asked, her voice small.

Emily could think of nothing else but the darkened blue eyes she was staring into, aware that her own pupils must be blown by now. Shaking her head she reached up and brushed some hair out of Alison's face. "I've never felt this good before, Ali."

Alison nodded, regaining her courage, and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Emily's lips. Their fast beating hearts didn't let the kiss stay soft and gentle for long, though, and soon they were back to making out, and Alison finally allowed herself to kiss her way back down to Emily's breasts. She first placed soft kisses around the bases of them, but Emily hands were tangling into her thick, blonde hair, pulling on it slightly, and encouraging Alison to continue on.

As soon as Alison's tongue flickered out against one of her nipples, Emily's eyes rolled practically entirely back into her head. Alison's lips encased the entire nipple, and simultaneously, Emily's lips released a low moan. Her body curved up into Alison's, and it was then that she realized that the blonde's breasts were still enclosed in a bra.

As soon as Alison released Emily's nipple from her lips, the brunette pulled Alison back up to her lips and then unclasped the unnecessary piece of clothing from the blonde, tossing it aside. Their naked breasts now bumped against one another, and Emily felt goose-bumps rising on her burning skin.

Emily's hands were all along Alison's body, over her abs for one moment and then to her ass, up to the middle of her back. She couldn't get enough to her body. Finally, she hooked her fingers in the belt loops of Alison's jeans, pulling them down. Alison wiggled her ass so as to get the jeans off, and then kicked them away and off of the bed. Emily felt Alison unbuttoning her pants almost immediately after, and the found themselves almost completely exposed to one another.

Neither of them had any intention of stopping at this point, and Alison was determined to lose her virginity tonight to her best friend—the girl she was falling in deep with. She was also determined, maybe even more so than the former, to take her best friend's virginity.

Her thigh slipped back in between Emily's, and this time she intentionally brought it up against Emily's center. As the brunette let out an immediate moan of pleasure, Alison noticed how damp Emily's underwear was. It only furthered her determination, of course, and she quickly slipped her thumbs into the edges of the panties, pulling them off of the girl and throwing them aside.

Emily was wiggling under her as Alison finally placed her fingers against Emily's core. Emily's emotions and feelings were all over the place as Alison touched her. She couldn't think of anything except for the way Alison was making her feel. Her heart rate was increasing by a tenfold, and she heard herself whimpering and moaning—felt herself squirming. Alison was determined enough to drive Emily up to climax, and so she did.

Emily felt her chest rising and falling faster than it ever had, but she felt her breathing evening out. Alison was laying next to Emily, her hand resting on the brunette's toned stomach and her fingers drawing invisible shapes against the skin there. "I…" Emily wasn't even sure that she had the words to describe how she was feeling.

Instead of trying to think of them, she lifted herself up and straddled the blonde, who looked honestly surprised. Emily didn't even hesitate as she dove for Alison's lips, then her neck, and then her breasts.

Alison gripped Emily's hair in her fists as the brunette sucked mercilessly on her nipple. The blonde felt her entire body igniting as Emily began to suck on her skin, down from her breasts to her abs. As Emily sucked intensely on one spot on Alison's abs, her hands made it their mission to remove Alison's panties.

Alison was astounded at how much braver Emily was than she had been, especially when Emily began to kiss lower and lower on Alison's body, until she was kissing Alison's center. Alison's breathing was getting quicker and quicker, and she knew that her pupils must be huge. She was moaning and arching herself into Emily, without even noticing, and then let out a whimper when she finally reached her maximum.

She felt Emily next to her, wrapping her arms around her protectively. "Emily," Alison breathed out. The brunette was gently dragging her fingers along Alison's beautiful, naked body. They stopped on her abs, when she noticed that she had accidentally marked them.

"Whoops," Emily said softly, and Alison looked down to see what she was talking about. She just felt happier at knowing that Emily had marked her. "I didn't mean to… sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Alison breathed out, pulling Emily even closer to her and burying her face into Emily's messy, post-sex hair. "Nobody could ever make me feel as good as you just made me feel."

"Well, that is because I am an Alison DiLaurentis expert," Emily whispered softly, still gently stroking Alison's body. "You are beautiful, by the way. In case I've never said it before."

Alison pulled her face from Emily's hair so as to meet her gaze. "Emily… I think that I'm falling in love with you."

"I think that I am, too," Emily admitted, her voice soft. Admitting that out loud was terrifying, but at the same time, it felt amazing to tell Alison that, because it was true. "You make me feel every good emotion there is, Ali."

Alison, feeling extremely tired by now, curled into her best friend, tangling their legs together. Emily maintained a strong embrace with the blonde, and they fell asleep entangled as one being rather than two.

December 2010

"So, what do you want for Christmas?" Emily asked the blonde as she entered Alison's room. Alison looked up from her phone and her face lit up.

"What do you want for Christmas?" she asked right back. Emily just gave her a pointed look, only to receive a sly look. "I don't know, Em. You don't have to get me anything."

"Seriously?" Emily demanded. "We always get each other presents for Christmas, Ali. Now fess up and tell me what you want, because you're not getting out of this."

Alison felt her heart fluttering, because Emily never failed to make her feel so incredibly special. "I really don't know, Emily. You could give me a rock for Christmas and I'd be happy with it."

"Okay, a rock it is," Emily teased, rolling her eyes and getting another smile from the blonde.

"You're in a good mood today," Alison commented, lifting her hand and combing it through Emily's hair casually. The smile spread over the brunette's face couldn't help but widen.

"Yep! So, back to presents…?" Emily continued to stare pointedly at Alison, willing her to answer. Alison, seriously not knowing what she wanted, finally decided on an idea.

"How about you completely surprise me, and I'll completely surprise you?" Alison suggested, quirking up her eyebrows slightly. "It'll be more fun anyway. Plus, it's not like we don't know what each other likes."

"Fine," Emily agreed, seating herself on Alison's bed. "What are you doing?"

"I was just sitting around being completely bored, like I always am when you're not here," Alison answered, leaning forward and stealing a quick kiss from Emily. "But you're here now, so I'm just enjoying the pleasure of your company."

"I really want to go swimming, but they're doing renovations on the pool today and tomorrow for the meet next week," Emily admitted, frowning.

Alison, immediately upset that Emily was upset, searched her mind for some sort of temporary solution. "Well, if you want, we can go make snow angels and build a snowman like we did when we were younger? The snow is getting pretty thick anyway."

Emily immediately smiled, because Alison always seemed to know how to make everything better. "That sounds like an excellent idea."

They escaped the house and went into Alison's backyard, where they threw snow at each other and acted like kids. They both got tired and cold though, and just collapsed into the white, slushy snow. "Em?" Alison called.

"Yep?" Emily questioned.

Alison didn't say anything for a moment, and Emily waited patiently. Finally, though, she started to turn her head to look at the blonde, and was met with a pair of soft lips gently pressing against her own. Emily immediately kissed her back, pushing slightly against Alison and climbing up and on top of her. Their kiss became intense and hot, completely switching their body heat from too cold from snow to hot and bothered.

Emily didn't stop kissing Alison until she realized that her hands riding Alison's shirt up, and she remembered that they were out in her backyard. Even though it wasn't openly visible, they were outside, and Alison's mom could walk outside at any second, or one of then neighbors could look out the window. She pulled off of the blonde carefully, and for a lagged second, she got a look at Alison's flustered face. Her eyes closed, her lips slightly swollen and parted, her skin flushed bright red, either from the cold or the kiss or both. Just looking at her made Emily want to kiss her forever and ever.

December 2010

Alison found herself waking up at much too early of a time, her phone going off loudly next to her. Groaning, she grabbed it and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Merry Christmas!" came Emily's cheery voice. It immediately brought a smile to Alison's face, and she couldn't help but feel incredibly happy already.

"Merry Christmas, Em," Alison returned, aware that her voice was low and raspy in the morning. Normally, it would make her feel slightly self conscious, but she knew that Emily couldn't care less. "Why are you up so early?"

"I convinced my mom to get up at what she considers and ungodly hour to open our Christmas presents. She's only going along with it because my dad can't be here, and she's trying to make Christmas awesome for me," Emily answered.

"What's so awesome about waking up at five in the morning?" Alison muttered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Well, she knows that I want to see you for Christmas. So we're about to open presents, and then I can come over to your house while you and your mom open presents. That way, I can give you mine in person and visa versa," Emily answered. "And then I'll come back and have Christmas dinner with my mom."

Alison smiled widely. She was more than okay with Emily coming and spending part of Christmas with her, but she was slightly concerned. "Are you sure you don't just want to spend it all with your mom? I mean, she's got to be pretty upset that your dad can't be here."

"Actually, I think she'd rather be by herself for a little bit. That's how she always is when he can't come visit us," Emily admitted, sounding slightly put out. "But it's fine. I'll be over there in a couple of hours. Don't start opening presents without me!"

Alison let out a light laugh. "Em, I probably won't even be awake in a couple of hours. See you later. Merry Christmas."

"See you, Ali," Emily responded, hanging up the call. Alison smiled to herself as she set her phone back down on the side table next to her. She laid her head back down on her pillow and let sleep consume her.

Two and a half hours later, Emily let herself into Alison's house, using the spare key that they had hidden on their porch. She wasn't surprised to see that neither Alison nor Mrs. DiLaurentis were up yet. It was still pretty early.

Making her way upstairs, Emily did her best not to make much noise. Alison's house felt as much of her home as her own house did, and it was never hard to find anything, especially not the big Christmas tree sitting in their living room. Emily placed her present to Alison under the tree, and then proceeded to make her way upstairs to Alison's bedroom. The blonde was sleeping soundly under her blankets, and Emily couldn't keep a smile off of her face.

She slipped off her boots and her coat and made her way to the bed, quietly slipping under the covers behind Alison and wrapping her arms carefully around her. Alison made a slight shift in position, but she didn't wake up. Instead, in her sleep, she seemed to melt into Emily's embrace.

Emily dozed off as she waited for Alison to wake up, but she woke up quickly as she felt Alison begin to stir in her arms. The blonde turned over, and by the time she was facing Emily, her eyes were open. "Hi," she breathed out softly.

"Good morning," Emily returned, smiling.

"It's a little creepy going to bed alone and waking up with someone's arms around you," Alison commented.

"Oh please, you knew that I'd be here when you woke up," Emily insisted, a smile growing onto her face. Alison nodded bashfully that she had known, and Emily pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. A second later, they pulled apart, and Alison rested her hand on Emily's cheek.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered. After a beat, she smirked and asked, "So what did you get me?"

"A rock," Emily deadpanned, before quirking her lips up into a smile. Alison grinned.

"Is it on a ring?" she teased, getting Emily's jaw to drop with surprise.

"It's under your Christmas tree," Emily answered. "You'll have to open it with all the rest of your presents."

"Fine," Alison muttered, pretending to sound upset. "What time is it?"

"Don't know, don't care," Emily answered, curling into the blonde. Alison let out a quiet chuckle and started to run her fingers through Emily's dark hair.

Suddenly, there was a knock on Alison's door. "Alison, honey. Time for Christmas presents. Then I'm going to run to the store for Christmas dinner."

"Okay," Alison called. Emily pulled away slightly to give the blonde a curious look.

"She doesn't sound like herself," she commented.

Alison gave a sad smile. "She's not really feeling Christmas this year. She thinks she has to put up a good front for me. Losing dad… and Jason not coming around anymore… it's all hitting her really hard. I don't really blame her. I mean what do you do after losing someone you've been around for over twenty years?"

"Are you okay?" Emily questioned, raising concerned eyebrows. "I mean, if you're not feeling up for Christmas you could've just told me."

Alison smiled at how sweet Emily was. "I'm fine, Em. I'm just glad that you're here. We should probably get up, though."

Ten minutes later found them finally getting downstairs after dragging each other out of bed. Jessica DiLaurentis looked slightly surprised at seeing Emily. "Emily, I didn't know you were here."

"I came in earlier," she told Alison's mom.

"Well, we're happy to have you join us."

They spent the next half hour exchanging presents—though Emily just spent it watching them open theirs. After they'd opened the ones they'd given each other—and the ones they'd gotten from relatives—Alison's mom claimed that she needed to run to the store and that she wouldn't be back for a couple of hours. She wished them a Merry Christmas, and then she left Emily and Alison alone in the house.

"Alright, so are you ready to open my present to you?" Emily asked, holding the neatly wrapped present in her hands.

"I guess so," Alison answered teasingly. "If it's a rock, I—"

"You'll what?" Emily snapped, her voice playful. "Don't worry, it's not. Open it!"

Alison actually felt herself holding her breath as she tore away the wrapping paper. She exhaled as soon as she saw what was under it. A leather bound journal. It was an off white color, but there was a pattern of black lines covering the entire thing. She couldn't tell if it was supposed to make a shape or not, but she could tell that it was beautiful. "Em, I love it."

"Good," Emily breathed out, as though she had been worried that Alison wouldn't have liked it.

"Now, you have to come upstairs to see the present that I got you," Alison said, grabbing Emily's hand and squeezing it tightly in her own. She led Emily back upstairs, her new journal carried safely in the hand that wasn't holding Emily's. As Alison went to her desk to retrieve Emily's present, she felt slightly nervous. "You're going to think its so boring."

"Doubtful," Emily argued.

"I didn't wrap it and put it under the tree because I didn't want to mess it up," Alison explained as she passed a small gift bag to Emily. Smiling to herself, Emily reached into the bag and retrieved a snow globe. It wasn't just a lame snow globe, though. No, inside of this one was a picture of her and Alison together. It was taken earlier that winter, Emily recalled. Their cheeks were pressed together, their noses slightly reddened with cold.

"I love it," Emily breathed out, before smiling widely at Alison.

"I just wanted to get you something special, and I thought that—"

"Ali," Emily interrupted, "I really do love it."

Alison relaxed a little and sat down next to the brunette. "Good." After a pause, she leaned toward the brunette and pressed her lips firmly to Emily's. Emily's hands immediately released their hold on the snow globe and attached themselves to Alison's waist. After gripping it firmly, she pushed and turned them so that she was straddling Alison at the end of the blonde's bed.

The sound of the snow globe hitting the floor only distracted them for a second, because as soon as they were sure it wasn't broken, their lips were reattached to one another. Alison was tugging Emily's t-shirt up immediately, but Emily didn't want to detach her lips from Alison's body to let her take it off.

Instead, she dragged her lips along Alison's skin and to her neck, sucking on bits of skin that she knew would make Alison let out soft moans. Over the past two months, they had become much more accustomed to each other's bodies, even if they had only actually had sex once.

Once was about to become twice, though, as Alison, giving up on trying to undress Emily, pushed the other girl off of her in order to tear off her tank—revealing a bare chest—and slid off her pants. Emily just stared in awe, before placing her mouth back on Alison's body, licking along her collarbone and down to her breasts as her hands squeezed Alison's thighs.

Alison let out a deep moan as she felt Emily's tongue and lips grip her nipple. She arched up against Emily, her center making contact with Emily's thigh. The temporary relief of Emily grinding her thigh into Alison was just that—temporary. Alison needed Emily to touch her.

"Em," she moaned out. Emily detached her lips from Alison's body and sat up slightly, tearing off her top and discarding her bra. And finally, as Alison scooted herself all the way back on her bed, Emily attached her lips softly to Alison's, and lowered her hand into Alison's wet underwear.

The blonde let out a gasp and a moan at feeling Emily slip inside of her, and she felt her eyes roll upwards. She felt her tension building and then, after what could have been seconds or hours—it felt all the same to Alison—all of it released as Emily brought her to climax.

Going limp under Emily, she let out a shaky sigh. Her breathing remained uneven as Emily pulled her hand out of Alison's underwear.

When Alison could finally breath normally, she curled into Emily, who was now laying beside her. "I wish my mom could just stay at the store all day," Alison muttered. She wanted to make Emily feel just as good as she now felt, but if she was being honest, she was suddenly extremely tired.

"If you want, I can come back tonight," Emily suggested. Alison raised her eyes to look at the brunette questioningly.

"Thought you were having dinner with your mom," Alison said.

"I am. Doesn't mean I can't come back after," Emily stated, shrugging.

"Will she let you?"

Emily quirked up an eyebrow. "Does she have to know?"