PROMPT:
"They finally talk, and Ali gives Em a letter that she wrote to Em before she got kidnapped that expressed her mutual affection for Emily. Emily gets emotional and then they make out."
"Where are you going?"
Alison DiLaurentis' voice broke the silence that surrounded them as Emily Fields walked towards Alison's bedroom door. Stopping in her tracks, Emily let out an exasperated sigh.
"I'm leaving," A pause. "It's not like we're talking about anything important anyways." Emily could practically feel the blonde cringe even though she was facing the other direction.
Taking a step forward, Emily reached out to put her hand on the doorknob, doing it slowly on purpose to give Alison a chance to stop her. When she didn't hear the other girl make any motion to stop her, Emily let out another sigh, though this one somewhat disappointed, and turned the doorknob.
"Wait,"
That one word. It was what Emily had been waiting to hear. It was the one word that would always make her stay if Alison said it with as much sincerity as she had just said it with.
Emily's body snapped around to face Alison, an aggravated expression on her face; just because she was going to listen to Alison didn't mean she would make it easy on her. "Why should I?" She spat out. "It's not like I mean anything to you."
"Emily," Alison begged. "It's not like that-"
"Oh it isn't?"
"It's not-"
Emily crossed her arms across her chest. "Than what is it like, Alison? Please explain it to me because I clearly have no idea what it's like." Sarcasm dripped from Emily's voice, and the blonde cringed again, softening Emily's demeanour ever so slightly.
Alison turned to the dresser behind her, surprising Emily slightly as she rooted around in the top drawer for something. Shortly after Alison pulled out a letter.
The blonde stared at the letter with an unreadable expression for what seemed like years to Emily before she finally spoke again. "I wrote this for you," Alison explained, nodding her head at the letter in her hand as an indication. "Before I- before I left, I mean."
"I didn't really think that I'd ever send it, though. I could never say what I felt for you out loud; it made it feel too real. But writing, writing was something I was good at, so I figured that I could try that." Alison smiled slightly, as if she were remembering a fond memory. "Even in that letter I wasn't fully honest. My walls were still partly up, it wasn't like when I was- when I'm with you, when they're fully down."
"It doesn't seem like that," Emily protested, avoiding Alison's eyes.
"Have you ever looked hard enough?" The blonde questioned.
Emily shrugged Alison's question off, asking a new one. "What did the letter say?"
"It explained how much I loved you," Alison started. "How I wanted to feel your touch," The blonde took a step towards Emily and intertwined one of their hands together, placing the letter down on the bed. "How I wanted to caress your face," Using her free hand Alison brought it up to caress Emily's face, the brunette leaning into the touch. "How I wanted nothing more than to kiss your lips…"
Trailing off, Alison wrapped her arms around Emily's neck, leaning in to kiss her. They're lips connected, years of longing, years of bottled up love, it all exploded into the kiss. All of a sudden, nothing mattered, not -A, not the girls, nothing. All that mattered was here and now. All that mattered to Alison was Emily, and all that mattered to Emily was Alison.
In that moment there were no worries, and Emily and Alison were perfectly fine with that.