Emily Fields left her room feeling dizzy. There were endless thoughts fluttering through her head, but she could not get the image of Alison DiLaurentis closing her eyes, inviting her to kiss her to disappear. She practically leaped down her stairs to try and get as much distance as she could before she would be sitting in the same room with the blonde girl who drives her crazy for the entirety of a movie. She knew that even if they sat at the farthest ends of the room, she would be drawn to her, wanting to be closer. Emily can't help but smile at the thought holding Alison's hand as they watched a movie.
Right before she hits the last step and really lets herself fade into her fantasy her doorbell rings. Emily takes a deep breath and welcomes her friends into her home.
"Aria, did you bring the movie?" Emily asks with forced excitement.
"Yes! It's Charade. One of Audrey Hepburn's finest!" Aria Montgomery exclaims taking a step into the Field's residence, Spencer Hastings following in tow.
"Never seen it before," Spencer says sarcastically quietly so that only Emily can hear her. Emily giggles before she hears Hanna and Alison coming down the stairs and quickly hurries to the kitchen.
"I'll grab everybody drinks!" Emily shouts behind her. "Sit wherever you want in the living room!"
Alison stands in disbelief, arms crossed, as Emily basically sprinted away from her. That was the first time that Emily had been the person to pull away from a kiss and Alison hated it. She didn't want Emily to stop kissing her at all. Hanna's vodka was beginning to sound appetizing the more she thought about Emily.
"Hanna, let me see your flask," Alison says snatching the vodka from Hanna's hands. She takes a large swig, trying to hold back a wince.
"Hey!" Hanna squeals, "share some with us. And maybe get a chaser."
"Whatever," Alison retorts as she heads toward the kitchen, "dibs on the couch. I'm going to help Emily in the kitchen. I'll spike the drinks." She struts in and stands inches behind Emily pouring iced tea into tall glasses.
"Where is your mom?" Alison asks causing Emily to jump.
"Shit, Ali. You can't sneak up behind me like that," Emily says clutching her own shirt causing Alison to smirk a little bit.
"Well?"
"She went to a movie," Emily says turning around attending to the drinks again.
"Here, Em. Add some of this to the drinks. Sit by me, OK?" Alison says as she gracefully spins on her heel and heads to the couch. She reaches the hallway and needs a second to catch her breath. Usually she can put on any face with ease, but when she is around the tall, toned brunette she gets flustered. She clears her throat and heads to claim her couch.
Emily is holding the vodka that Alison just handed to her. She lets out a huge sigh and takes a mouthful of the liquid in the flask. The liquor burns as it slides down her dry throat. Emily tops off the teas with a good amount of vodka pouring all of the contents out of the flask, giving herself a little more than the rest of the girls. She needs a little extra tonight.
Emily picks up the tray and heads toward her TV room. When she walks in she notices that everyone has already set up their spots including blankets, pillows, and even a teddy bear with Aria. Her eyes wander to the only spot left open – a seat on the couch next to Alison – where there was even a pallet waiting for her. Emily distributes the strong drinks to her friends and takes her expected seat next to Alison.
"The cookies are in the oven so I will grab those when the timer goes off," Emily says putting the covers over her legs. "Also Hanna is that all the vodka that you brought?"
"Yes," Hanna begins reaching into her black studded bag, "Hope you guys still like gin."
"Hanna Marin, the girl with the booze," Spencer jokes.
"Spencer Hastings, the girl with the stupid quips," Alison teases, Spencer throws her a Hastings scowl as the rest of the girls all laugh. Alison brings her legs crisscross, her knee brushing Emily's, sending an unexpected chill down the brunette's spine.
"I bet your mom left because she knows that we always get drunk the first night of the first days of school," Hanna chimes.
"No way she knows," Emily responds.
"You never know, Em," Ali winks at her and Emily can feel that same feeling in her throat like the burn of the vodka. She takes a couple large sips from her tea and smiles back at her friends.
"Movie time!" Aria exclaims, popping in the movie and scurrying back to her teddy bear on the floor. The movie begins and the girls quietly sip on their drinks, Hanna doing more chugging than sipping.
Emily tries to pay attention to the movie as she can feel the heat of the girl that has so much power over her sitting dangerously close to her. Her hand finds itself next to her side, hoping that the other girl will mimic her action. She feels Alison fidget and her hand move slowly close to her. Her breath deepens as their pinkies meet. Emily's heart picks up a beat when Alison finally makes the move to intertwine their fingers together.
Emily gets the nerve to stray her eyes away from the TV and toward the blonde whose hand she is holding. She becomes entranced in her beauty. The way she smells subtly sweet, with a hint of cinnamon. How she can look strong and purposeful, even if she is just staring at a TV screen. The golden curls that cascade effortlessly down passed her sharp collar bones. She can't help but smile.
The timer for the cookies goes off. Before Emily can look away, Alison meets her gaze and smiles, flashing her dimples.
"Emily, want me to help you?" Alison asks with a knowing smirk.
"Yes. Want us to refresh any drinks?" Emily asks her friends. Hanna raises her glass and hands a water bottle of gin keeping her eyes glued to the TV. Emily grabs them as Alison grabs Spencer's cup and they head toward the kitchen.
Alison follows Emily as she watches the beautiful girl make her way toward the oven. Her leggings hugging her toned, long legs. Alison's body temperature rises when Emily leans over, sticking her firm butt out to take out the chocolate chip cookies.
"Never stop swimming, please," Alison says before she can fight it back.
"What?" Emily asks innocently as puts the hot tray on the counter.
"Nothing. Want me to make the drinks?" Alison asks holding up the cups and smiling.
"Please," Emily begins. "Make Hanna's a little less strong. You know how she gets." They both quietly continue to do their little jobs. Alison sneaks quick peaks at Emily, taking her in. Her exposed shoulders baring her tanned skin, her somehow muscular yet soft physique and the way she did everything like she was seamlessly floating. Alison wants nothing more but to close the distance between them and kiss her. Touch her. Feel her.
"Em. Do you want to-," she begins, suddenly getting too nervous to finish the conversation they had in Emily's bedroom, "take a shot?"
"Uh. Sure. Why not?" Emily responds reaching up to grab two small glasses from her cabinets. Alison notices her tank top inch up revealing more of her enchanting skin. Emily pours some gin into the glasses and smiles at Alison. "Now or never, I guess."
They shoot the gin down and both make sour faces. Laughing, Emily gestures to pour another one. Alison smiles at the sound of her laughter and nods. Taking another they fight back the faces, more used to the harsh taste.
"We better get back before you get me too drunk," Emily begins. Reaching to grab the plate of cookies across from them. Feeling the vodka and gin racing in her veins, Alison boldly grabs Emily's hand.
"Emily. I want you. I want to be with you." She says, looking desperately into the smoldering brunette's eyes taking a step forward, "That's what I wanted to say in your bedroom."
"I-," Emily begins before Alison interrupts.
"My turn. You know I missed you the most. I know I hurt you and I want to make it up to you. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met and I am an idiot for not realizing that all those years ago. I mean, I knew that. But I was scared and everything was different."
"Ali."
"You're too good for me. I get that. But I want to be the person that you see in me. Or used to see in me. I want to be that for you," she pleas.
"Ali, stop." Emily says placing her hands on her arms. Alison gulps as she gets lost in the moment. She reaches out her hand and softly runs her thumb over Emily's cheek. She can't help but feel jitters when Emily closes her eyes and leans into her hand. Damn, she is beautiful Alison thinks.
When Emily opens her eyes, Alison leans in and connects their lips together, placing both of her hands on her cheeks. Emily places her hands on Alison's hips pulling her closer. When their bodies flush together Alison wraps her arms around her neck, trying to get as close as possible. Emily responds with putting her arms around her waist. Alison places her forehead against Emily's breaking their kiss, keeping her eyes closed.
"I am sorry for everything," Alison says defeated.
"I know," Emily says as she pushes some of Alison's hair behind her ear. She breaks a hand free and pulls Alison's face up to look at her. She gives an engaging nod, as Alison leans in to kiss her again, this time with more force. She wants her. They breathe into one another as their lips start moving more passionately than before, their tongues moving together. Alison lets out a soft moan into Emily as she feels firm hands moving around her body, Alison pulling Emily's hair to bring her closer. Emily pushes her back up against the counter and begins to leave a trail of bites and kisses down the nape of her neck, leaving Alison breathing hard and uncontrollably.
"Where's the cookies!" Spencer shouts from the other room. They both freeze. Looking at each other, the both take deep breathes and smile. "And gin!" Hanna follows.
"Later?" Alison asks.
"Later." Emily smiles, giving her a quick peck of reassurance. They grab the plate of cookies and drinks and head back to meet their friends.
Shit. Emily thinks.
Hope you enjoyed! I will try and post one a week and hopefully more! Life is busy. Let me know what y'all think and if there is anyway you are hoping the story goes.