A/N: Enjoy!

Chapter 5

My eyes opened at the sensation of someone stirring, allowing my senses to awake in time to see Emily leaning up to get out of bed.

I reached my hand out and grabbed hers, startling her because she hadn't expected me to be up. Those gentle brown eyes took me in, a broad smile growing on her lips as she faced me.

She was gorgeous. Completely stunning.

Her hair was a rich shade of dark brown. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, bronze-like skin. Her face, framed by long lashes, were bright eyes that seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Even when she had no makeup on, and had just awoken.

"Don't get up." I managed, still feeling sleep falling over me.

"Ali, I look like shit." She whined softly.

"No, you don't." I smiled.

She slowly leaned back down, pulling me into her and allowing me to take in the warmth that had left me when she had began getting up.

I laid my head on her firm chest as her long, slender arms wrapped around my waist and held me closely.

"Did you sleep good baby?" I whispered, drawing small patterns on her bare chest.

I felt her steady chest vibrate when she spoke, "I did actually. Very good. Damn, I haven't slept like that in forever..."

I glanced over at the alarm clock to see it was already twelve in the afternoon.

Then she interruped her silence.

"Ali?"

"Yeah." I responded timidly. She sighed stressfully.

I was caught off guard but I shook my head, "No baby tell me."

She looked at me timidly, "Uh, I don't mean to like seem pushy or anything. I just wanted to know like what are we?"

"What do you mean?"

She sighed nervously, "Like are we a thing? We've never discussed it before. I just wanna know if…you're mine."

I smiled, "I'm yours."

I brought my hand up to caress her cheek, attempting to assure her further.

"You have me." I promised truthfully. "And I have you."

"I'm really happy to hear that." She purred passionately, placing a kiss to my jaw. A breathy moaned escaped my mouth. I took the initiate to slip my tongue in her mouth.

We pulled back with a wet smack several moments later, panting the air between our now swollen lips.

"You're an great kisser." I husked against her plump lips.

"Tell me about it. You're not so bad yourself." She chuckled lightly and kissed my full lips again.

She sighed quitely, "You're so different. I love that you're so you."

She smiled crookedly, not sure how to respond. "I'm only like this with you. That's because you don't judge me. You just let me be myself."

At a lost for words, I simply nodded dumbfoundedly.

"I don't know what it is about you. I've never felt so intensely about anyone." She shook her head unhurriedly, deep in thought.

Her phone rang and the muscles in her back stretched as she reached for the ground, grabbing her denim jeans.

"Em-"

"It's Caleb." She reasoned as she checked her cellphone.

I sat up pulling the covers with me, a knot forming in my stomach. I dropped to my feet scooting with the covers to the edge of the bed so that I could retrieve my scattered clothes. Her slim arms slipped around me, holding me in place.

"What are you doing?" She whispered against my neck, in between kisses.

I closed my eyes, the feel of her lips and body relaxing me. I didn't turn to check, but she obviously didn't answer the phone.

"I don't know." I shook my head cluelessly.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning my face, searching for something. "This was okay? You wanted this?"

I sucked in a breath and nodded my head as my hand traveled up her shoulder, into her messy hair, that need lighting in my core with that burning look.

"Great." She nodded timidly, her tongue sliding across my lips as she pulled my thighs back on the bed, so I faced her. "Because I know what I want. Alison DiLaurentis. I want you. Can I have that?"

I swallowed, wanting that. Wanting her to never stop looking at me how she was in that moment, like I was important. Wanted.

We melted into our kiss, sinking back onto the bed, and let all my questions and concerns disappear over her soft touch. Escaping in pleasure. Nothing else mattered.

That look soothed me, and I pulled her to me.

"I'm so lucky to have you." She kissed my neck once more.

"I'm all yours."

She glanced into my sapphire eyes and watched as the delicate skin of my neck shifted as I noticeably swallowed a lump in my throat.

"You're breathtaking Alison, do you know that?" She asked while leaning up and breathing across my cheek, placing a soft kiss to the warm skin that rests there. My breath hitched at the kiss and my eyes fluttered shut before I gasped when I felt her sharp nose nudge my cheek.

"And you're dangerous." I whispered. It sounded strained and choked, as if I never really intended to say it in the first place, especially with her looking up at me with such open acceptance.

"Only if I don't have anything worth living for." She whispered and started placing delicate kisses down my jaw.

"And you're more than worth living for." She husked into my ear. I shivered under her gentle touch. I was damaged goods. But she still wanted me.

"And you're all mine." She growled darkly, her lips sucked my skin harshly.

"Em, fuck." I moaned breathily as she continued to tease me.

"You're mine." She breathed out.

"I'm all yours baby." I proclaimed even louder, grabbing her by the back of the neck and crashing our lips together. I felt her hand travel down, settling between my thighs.

"Oh god, Em." I moaned encouragingly, subtly jerking against her hand trying to gain more friction in my desperate need.

I gasped loudly as she plunged two fingers into me roughly, and began to find a rhythm that has me rocking my hips in an desperate attempt to drive her slender fingers deeper.

"Please." I whimpered as she slowed down.

"Say my name." She husked in my ear and it sent shivers down my spine as her teeth pulled at my earlobe.

"Em, please. I need you to fuck me." I panted and her fingers begun to pump deeper. I threw my head back in complete pleasure.

"Who do you belong to?" She demanded in a low voice and I blinked at the question.

"Who?" She whispered seductively.

"F-fuck…Em, you. Only you." I cried as she slammed her fingers into me and used her free hand to tease my perky nipple.

"You feel fucking fantastic." She murmured into my ear as she thrust deeper inside me.

"That's it baby, come for me."

Her words were enough for me, my whole body tensing.

"E-Emily!" I moaned as I tightened around her fingers and then releases long moan a moment later.

My body began to shudder violently beneath her, a string of profanities leaving my mouth as I climaxed.

"Shit." I managed.

I groaned as she gently removed her fingers. She licked them, while staring me in the eyes.

"You're delicious." She smirked. I giggled cutely and shrugged.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" She raised a brow in concern.

"No, baby you were perfect." I smiled sweetly.

My hand came down to rest against my sweaty forehead. I can't believe how fucking amazing I felt right now. And well, fucking exhausted.

I wouldn't trade this feeling for the world. It sort of felt like me and Emily were meant to be together.

She brushed her nose against mine as she slanted her mouth, her tongue seeking out mine. A sigh from deep inside escaped me and her hand shifted from where it was next to my head to tangle itself in my hair, massaging my scalp.

Emily swiped her hair, pulling it over one shoulder, giving me a clean view of her back. She had a tattoo. A cross with the name Wayne Fields in it, and it has red roses, around the bottom of it, and then a banner through it that said in Loving Memory.

Was that her father?

"Is this new?" I said, running my index finger as gently as possible over what in reality appeared to be a well-healed tattoo on the side of her body between her waistline and her ribcage.

"That?" She said, looking down her own body. "No, I've had this for a good couple of months."

"Did you just notice it?" She asked.

"No," I giggled softly. "I knew about this one, and this one, and the one on your neck." I said, gesturing to various places on her arms.

"In Loving Memory of Wayne Fields. Was that your father?" I questioned lightly.

She nodded her head softly. Her eyes glistening with tears.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked timidly.

"No." She said sadly.

My heart broke at the sad look in her eyes. I hated myself for what I was about to say, but I so desperately wanted her to open up to me.

"Will you anyway?"

She sniffed, looking down in her lap. Slowly, she faced me. I tensed, wondering if she would he angry. As her eyes met mine however, all I saw was sadness.

"There's nothing to talk about, Alison." Her voice was soft, but full of emotion.

Not willing to let it go, I said, "Em, please don't shut me out. Tell me."

She took one of my hands in both of hers, bringing it up to her chest while playing with my fingers. She wasn't upset with me for asking, and the relief I felt was amazing, but she was still contemplating in her head.

I watched her gather herself before staring her story.

"Me and my dad were always really close. We always had this inseparable bond. It was the complete opposite with my mom. We fought constantly. I was sixteen when I first came out to my parents. I still remember my mom crying to me, telling me that I was going to burn in hell for choosing this lifestyle."

"It only got worst. I remember introducing her to my first girlfriend, her name was Maya. My father invited her over for dinner. My mom was so rude. I didn't even know who she was anymore. After dinner, I confronted her about how she acted. She ended up slapping the shit out me. And then later she just randomly started beating the shit out of me."

"My dad pretended everything was okay, but I knew he knew what she was doing to me. I was so pissed that my own father wouldn't do anything when she decided to use me as a human punching bag. I couldn't hate him through. I eventually left as soon as I turned eighteen, I had to." She finished, crying harder than ever.

"It's going to be okay, Em." She cooed in my ear gently.

"Have you talked to your mom since you moved out?" I raised an eyebrow in question.

"Well, we did talk when I came back for my dad's funeral. I left immediately after the funeral ended." I shook my head slightly.

"Have you thought about trying to repair your relationship with your mother?" I asked.

"Sometimes." She simply shrugged.

"You should go and see your mom Em. I think it would be much better for you. Get out of town for a bit." I honestly replied.

"I don't know. Maybe. If I went. Would you come with me?" She whispered softly.

A/N: Well, hope you guys enjoyed that. How do you guys feel about Emily going back to reconnect with Pam? Alison meeting Emily's mom. I have big plans for this story. It's the only story I've actually mapped out what's going to happen next. Anyway, leave your reviews.