Sorry for the super long delay in writing a chapter, I have been busy as I bet most of y'all can understand.

Just to clarify the line breaks indicate a POV shift between Emily and Alison and the italicized words are their thoughts/texts. I'm sure y'all figured it out, but just making sure!

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Alison DiLaurentis' gaze drifts toward Emily Fields. Everything between them is so unfinished and unclear, but right now as they sit and watch a movie she can't help but put all of her focus on the present figure next to her. The heated kiss still lingering on her lips. She wants to taste more of Emily. She always has and can't ever imagine not wanting to. Even after being on the run for so long she thought she would be able to forget the swimmer and everything she did to her – that Emily would become a distant memory she could leave in Rosewood with all of the guilt and fear. Somehow, she always found herself back, no matter how dangerous. Emily Fields was a gravitational pull forcing her to return.

Alison remembered when she pleaded for her to stay, that she would protect her and that is all that she wants now. To be protected in the warmth of Emily's arms safe from their past and the scars that would never leave them.

Alison to be held by the her, so she devises a discrete plan to get her closer to her without distracting their best friends around the room.

"Em," she whispers holding up the soft fabric as an invitation for Emily to join her under her tope, plush blanket as she gives her most sultry smirk hoping the tanned brunette can't resist.

Shit. Emily thinks to herself again. Alison wants her to join her under the covers and she so desperately wants to as well. Everything that happened in the kitchen was more than she ever expected from the blonde that has crushed her before. She couldn't help but believe every word that Alison told her, especially when she could feel the raw, desperate emotion she put into that kiss. The thought of being so close to her right now, leaves her throat dry.

Emily wants to resist because they still need to talk and figure everything out, but she decides that all of that doesn't matter in the moment as she swallows down her fears and scoots closer minimizing the gaping distance between them. Her body courses with warmth when their bodies finally meet, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder. When Alison begins to lean into her draping the blanket over the both of them, Emily can't help but put her arm around her with a stupid grin plastered on her face.

Alison breathes a sigh of security as she nuzzles closer to Emily, swinging her legs up to the couch and placing a hand on one of her toned thighs. She hears the brunette's breath deepen at her touch and can't help but want to tease her as she slowly begins to bring her hand higher and higher up.

Just as she is about to reach the end of her thigh she is interrupted by Hanna.

"This is the best part!" she proclaims leaving Spencer to let out an annoyed, deep sigh and Emily's muscles to tense up.

"Yes it is," Alison softly breathes into Emily's ear as rubs up the inside of her thigh toward her center. She is pleased when she responds with a shutter so loud she knows her friends heard her.

"You alright, Em?" Aria asks, "This movie never scares you."

"Y-yeah. I'm fine," she says trying to redeem her loud interruption as she feels Alison's hand continually creeping up her leg. She feels Ali's hand bring her hand up and unexpectedly frowns that she stopped.

"Good things the lights are off and this blanket is covering where my hand is," Alison whispers, her sultry words filling Emily's ears with desire as she feels a warm touch on the seam of her leggings trying to find entrance as Emily lets out another loud shutter.

"OK. C'mon Emily!" Hanna says causing Alison's hand to race back to her side, and Emily feeling wakes of tingles from the spot where she was touched.

"Sorry," she responds with her flushed cheeks burning and breathe quick and heavy.

"Later?"

"Later.

The rest of the movie was uneventful as Alison decided that it was best not to tease the beautiful brunette next to her until they were alone. From the sounds Emily was making, she didn't think she could get away with much else without all of their friends realizing what was happening.

When the movie ends Emily quickly leans her up and is the first to her feet.

Ouch, Alison thinks assuming that Emily doesn't want their friends to see that they were cuddling.

"Let's drink the rest of the gin!" Hanna yells. Alison notices her eyes are a little glossy. Such a lightweight. The rest of the girls stand up to follow her, but she sits back and watches as the rest of them follow her to the kitchen.

I have to think of a way to get Emily alone again, Alison thinks before she stands up and follows her friends into the kitchen to presumably watch her friends drink too much.

When Alison walks into the kitchen, Emily can't help but follow her with her eyes. She watches as the blonde hoists herself onto the counter across from her. Alison lips devilishly curl at their ends as Emily gets caught gawking.

Shit, Emily thinks for the third time.

"What?" Spencer asks. Emily definitely thought out loud.

"Shots. I-I said shots. Let's do those shots," Emily fumbles trying to recover, but the damage was already done. Alison's eyes were dark. She gestures to her phone. Emily grabs her phone from the counter next to her and opens up a text from Alison.

Meet me upstairs in fifteen.

Emily swallowed hard, before she looked up to Alison and nodded.