Tears started forming in Alison's crystal blue eyes. She became quickly overwhelmed, strong emotions pulsing through her body. Alison hadn't been this close to Emily in almost seven months. Seven very long months which Alison had thought of Emily every single day.
Alison let her eyes take in all of the brunette standing in front of her. Emily had only become more beautiful since she left for college. Somehow she was even more breathtaking than before. Her features had seemed to become more dominant on her face, and she already looked as if she had matured.
A dirty blonde guy came up behind of Emily, placing his hand on her waist. Alison recognized him from earlier, noting that this was the same guy who she had seen with his arm wrapped around Emily at the beach just a few hours ago. Alison eyed the very attractive guy, looking at him from his messy but perfect hair, to the sharp angles on his face down, to his hand that rested softly on Emily's hip.
"I want to talk to you," Emily stated, making Alison slide her eyes back up to Emily's face. Chills went down Alison's body as she heard Emily's voice for the first time in what it seemed to be like an eternity. It was still the same sweet voice that Alison had remembered.
Alison stared back in Emily's dark eyes. Her heart raced in her chest as every second passed by. "Sorry," the guy stepped in, looking from Alison to Cece. His light brown eyes quickly flashing between the both of them, "I tried to stop her from coming over here but… well, it didn't really work."
"Obviously," Cece chuckled, crossing her arms and titling her head.
"Austin, it's fine," Emily said, turning to face her friend.
Alison watched the two and she could sense the care and love that floated between Austin and Emily. Just the way Austin looked at Emily, Alison could tell that he truly cared about her, but it wasn't a romantic type of care. It was more of a genuine human type of care. It made Alison happy to know that Emily had found someone that cared about her in Los Angeles. She had worried about Emily's safety in the large city filled with millions.
Austin brought his eyes back to Alison, scanning over the blonde's figure. Alison figured that he probably knew exactly who she was and what she meant to Emily. This guy probably knew everything about Alison, while Alison knew completely nothing about him.
While he was checking her out, Alison decided to eye Austin himself. He was a complete stud. If Alison hadn't known that Emily was gay from personal experience, she would have definitely assumed Emily was banging the guy. He was more than attractive to say the least.
"Maybe you two shouldn't talk here. You kind of have a thing for sneaking off to the bathroom and hooking up in clubs," Cece dryly stated.
Alison turned to Cece, shooing her a look while her cheeks started blushing a light shade of red. Austin slipped a chuckle, "you have a point."
"Where else would we go? We're in the middle of a club," Alison said, looking at Cece.
Emily looked at Alison's lips as she talked. They looked so soft.. so kissable..
Being this close to Alison made Emily want to jump on top of the blonde and press their bodies together right then and there. Alison had only gotten so much more beautiful than she had been in senior year and throughout the summer.
"Let's leave," Cece said, "it's already almost one o'clock. The club is closing in an hour. Our hotel is only half a mile down the road from here."
Austin nodded and agreed, "yeah, ours is too. We're staying in The Ritz down the street."
Cece let out a small laugh, "of course. We're staying at the same hotel. Go figure."
Austin ran his hand through his hair, "are you kidding me?"
Emily and Alison hadn't even paid attention to Cece and Austin's conversation. The two were quietly looking at each other, neither one of them saying a word. The silent gaze was broken when Cece tugged Alison's hand, pulling her forward.
"Where are we going?!" Alison snapped, whipping her eyes to Cece from Emily.
"We are going back to the hotel," Cece replied.
Alison tried to pull out of Cece's hold, "no, I need to talk to—,"
"If you would just calm down and look behind of you, you would notice they're coming with us. Maybe if you would have stopped eye fucking Emily for a few seconds you would have known that we are all going back to the room," Cece cut off.
Alison stopped fighting Cece's lead and glanced behind of her to see Austin holding Emily's hand, pulling her behind of Cece and Alison. Alison's eyes met again with Emily's and Alison felt her body tingle.
The blonde turned her head back around. This is going to be interesting.
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Emily stood tall, leaning against Alison's hotel bedroom wall. Her eyes were fixed on Alison who was standing on the opposite side of the room of her. Silence filled the room and it was deafening.
"How have you been?" Alison croaked, breaking the streak of quietness.
Emily cleared her throat, "fine."
Alison could feel her body vibrating from both the alcohol and from being in a room alone with Emily. She tried to talk as soberly as she could, but Emily could hear the drunken slur in some of her words.
"That's…good," Alison commented.
Emily nodded her head in response.
Another few quite seconds passed between the two girls. The only sounds were the very faint voices coming from the living room behind the closed bedroom door down the hall in the hotel between Austin and Cece.
"So what did you want to talk about?" Alison asked, her voice cool and collected on the outside, but on the inside she could feel her anxiety taking over her body. Emily shifted in her stance and crossed her tan arms, "I don't know."
Alison raised an eyebrow to Emily, "you don't know?"
Emily titled her head, "don't raise your eyebrow at me."
Alison's face fell straight, "well how else am I supposed to act? You approached me wanting to talk for the first time in months, Emily. I tried talking to you for a solid month after you broke up with me, but you wouldn't return anything… my phone calls, my texts, my emails. I even wrote you letters."
Alison let out a huge sigh. Her voice was no longer calm, it was angry. Emily could hear her hurt pour out more and more in every word that Alison spoke.
"You know why I didn't reply to you, Alison, don't try to play the victim," Emily harshly responded.
"Emily, I was the victim!" Alison said, her voice raising.
Alison's bright eyes had traces of pain laced in them as she continued, "it wasn't my choice. None of this was my fault or my choice."
Emily sarcastically chuckled, "you chose to deny me. You chose to deny us. And then you chose to fuck Noel. Seems like a choice to me."
Alison took a step closer to Emily and growled, "I did not fuck Noel."
"You sure did make out with him like it. Are you sure you did that only just to please your parents or were you doing it for yourself? Because it looked pretty damn real to me," Emily fired back.
Alison threw her hands up in the air and brought them back down to hit her bare legs, "dammit, Emily. You know I did that for my parents. I wasn't into him. I was only into you. I had to act like I was into him so my parents would believe me."
"Yeah, well, you're a pretty great actress, bravo," Emily clapped.
"I told you that I still wanted to see you and be with you," Alison stated.
"So I could be your dirty little secret? Sorry, I'm out of the closet. I'm not going back there, Alison. Not for you, not for anyone. I'm perfectly confident in being who I am," Emily barked, her dark eyes shooting bullets into Alison's light one's.
"My parents are different, Emily. My family is just different. We have a status to uphold in Rosewood. You know that. You know that it's harder on me because of who I am," Alison threw back, her voice growing louder.
A wicked sarcastic smile wiped across of Emily's lips, "sorry that I wasn't good enough for your little status quo, princess."
Alison picked up a book sitting on the table side and threw it across of the room. It hit hard off of the wall and fell onto the floor, "God, you're so fucking stubborn."
"I told you that I don't fuck with straight girls, Alison. I wasn't dating you in private so that you could be straight to the public," Emily snarled, her voice now starting to raise along with Alison's.
Alison bellowed a dark laugh, "oh, really? From what I've heard you fuck every straight girl you can find now-a-days."
"What the hell does it matter to you? You're fucking a guy who looks like he should be your dad. I know you attract older guys, but damn. Give it about another year and you will be shipping him off to a nursing home," Emily replied, her voice sharp and cold.
Alison's lips were pressed tight together. The thought of Emily on another girl made her feel as if she was about to explode. "You are no right to comment on who I'm sleeping with," Alison shot back, "you broke up with me, remember?"
"So you are sleeping with him?" Emily quickly asked.
Alison's eyes were burning, "so you are sleeping with random whores?"
"I'm single, I can do what I want," Emily spat back.
Alison darkly chuckled, "he's my boyfriend, I can fuck him if I want."
Emily's expression quickly changed. Her body got tight and stiff. Emily broke her gaze in Alison's eyes for the first time in their argument. Emily looked down at the ground. Suddenly the alcohol seemed to have lit up in her body to remind her of all of the liquor that she had consumed tonight. Boyfriend. The rumors were true.
Sadness pulsed through the brunette's body. Alison had a boyfriend. This wasn't just some random guy she was seeing or manipulating. This was her boyfriend. She was in a relationship, and Alison had once told Emily that she didn't do relationships with just anyone.
Suddenly Emily became angry once again. Alison had moved on.
Emily's eyes snapped back to Alison's, who stood only a few feet away from her. If Alison was going to fire hurtful shots at Emily, Emily was going to fire back.
"How's that going for you?" Emily asked, trying to hold back her slur from the alcohol flowing in her system. Alison tossed her golden curls over her shoulder, knowing that she was going to lie her ass off to win this battle against Emily, "perfectly."
A stab of jealously hit Emily's stomach, "hm. Good to hear." Alison nodded, "I'm happy." Emily smiled seductively, "I bet. Tell me, is the sex better with a guy?"
Alison titled her head, "depends on who you're comparing."
Emily took a step closer to Alison, "you're right. See, I had this girl last week, totally straight. She was insanely hot. God, I mean her body was to die for.."
Emily noticed Alison's eyes had narrowed slightly and that her jaw was clenching. Emily's smirk widened as she knew that Alison was starting to get mad.
"Anyway," Emily continued, "she told me that she had never come so many times while having sex with any of her boyfriends in the past ever than she had with me in one night."
Alison's jaw clenched tighter as her lips pressed more firmly together. Emily continued, "but that's just what I was told, that's why I'm curious to know with you." Emily could see the blonde practically fuming. Emily took another step closer to Alison.
Alison straightened in her stance, "so which slut of the night was that?"
"I know I have a list, but I at least don't see more than two girls a night. At least give me that," Emily innocently replied.
Alison felt rage and jealously building up inside of her. How many fucking girls had Emily seen? Was it that easy to get over her?
"You should really pick one girl and stick with her. It's way more special and hot when you just have that intense sexual bond with someone and they know exactly what to do to get you off," Alison said, her tone flirtatious.
Emily's mind flashed images of the guy Alison was with earlier on the beach today pleasing her. Emily's eyes seemed to have turned pitch black as she took another step towards Alison. "I don't need that type of connection to anyone. All I need is to hear a girl moan my name over and over again and that's enough for me," Emily replied.
The blonde wanted to punch a hole in the wall just picturing Emily going down on another girl. Alison knew that Emily was amazing in bed, and the thought of another girl feeling that pleasure that she had received multiple times made Alison's body burn in rage.
"Just how many whores have moaned your name," Alison asked, her voice shaking with anger as she was raising a blonde eyebrow.
"How many times has your fuck boy made you moan his? Because I'm sure I have him beat" Emily snapped back.
"I fucking hate you," Alison yelled, shoving Emily.
Emily stumbled backwards but quickly regained her balance. Alison had tears rolling down her cheeks, "God, I fucking hate you, Emily!"
Emily shouted back, "why Alison? Why do you hate me?"
Alison walked forward and shoved Emily again, her hot tears streaming down her face, "you fucking left me. I loved you. I wanted you. But you just fucking left me. And now you're here rubbing it in my face that you're sleeping with every girl in sight."
Emily caught her balance again and yelled back at Alison, "you have a boyfriend, Alison!"
"I don't want him! I think of you every fucking time I'm with him, Emily. I think of you. I still think of you. No matter how many times he kisses me, or touches me, or how hard he fucks me, I swear to God all I see is your fucking, stupid face."
Alison stumbled forward and reached out to push Emily again, but this time the brunette caught her arms and quickly yanked them down to the side. Emily let go of Alison's arms and grabbed the blonde's face, pressing her lips to Alison's hard and firm.
Alison fought Emily, trying to push her off of her, but Emily refused to let go of the blonde. Emily deepened the kiss and allowed her fingers to grip in Alison's blonde strands.
Alison stopped fighting Emily and fell into her kiss, closing her eyes and tasting the brunette for the first time in over half a year.
Alison grabbed Emily's waist and tugged Emily's body closer against her own. Alison and Emily's lips clashed together rapidly. The kiss was heated and angry and uncontrolled, but it was right. It all felt so right.
Emily turned them around and pressed Alison's body hard into the wall. The blonde softly whimpered in Emily's mouth and brought her hands to grip Emily's dark hair. Emily moved her hands down from Alison's hair and gripped the blonde's waist with force.
Emily hadn't felt this with any other girl she had hooked up with in the past seven months. No one in the world had ever given Emily the feeling that was running through her body right now as her lips were pressed hard against Alison's.
Emily leaned down and picked Alison up, holding the blonde up by supporting her thighs. Alison instantly wrapped her legs around of Emily's waist, deepening her kiss with Emily. Emily's fingers pressed into Alison's bare thigh as she held Alison's body against the wall.
Emily tore her lips from Alison's and buried her face in Alison's neck, kissing the skin. Alison titled her head back, giving Emily better access. Emily waisted no time finding a spot to suck on Alison's neck.
"Em," Alison moaned, feeling Emily's warm tongue trace over her skin. Emily ran one hand in between of Alison's thighs and slipped her fingers past the blonde's lace underwear. The brunette slid her finger to Alison's clit and the blonde buckled her hips and gasped.
Alison moaned in Emily's hear and Emily dipped a finger into Alison's heat, immediately pumping. "Oh God, Emily," Alison moaned, her arms wrapping around Emily's neck. Alison felt like her entire body was shaking under Emily's touch.
Emily quickly slid another finger into Alison and kept her fast pace pumping into her wet flesh. Alison buried her face in Emily's neck as she couldn't hold back her moans and whimpers. Emily needed to hear Alison moan. It was the sound she had been dreaming of hearing for far too long.
Emily could already feel Alison's walls tightening around her fingers. She knew when Alison was drunk, she came faster. Emily sped her fingers in Alison's heat, not wanting, but needing to her the blonde moan her name.
"Em," Alison whimpered breathlessly into Emily's neck. The blonde's nails dug into Emily's bare shoulder, but Emily didn't care.
Emily felt Alison's body trembling in her arms. "Emily, baby," Alison moaned. Emily knew Alison was seconds from climax. Just as Alison's body was about to release, Emily pulled out of Alison and set the blonde down.
A frustration expression washed over Alison's face as the blonde leaned against the wall while she struggled to try to catch her breath, "why did you stop?"
Emily's dark eyes were filled with lust and anger, "you have a boyfriend."
Alison slipped her dress over her head and tossed it on the floor leaving her in only a black lace bra and matching underwear. Emily's eyes ran down Alison's body and her throat went dry as she took in every inch of the blonde. Holy shit.
"Not when you're around," Alison said, grabbing Emily's hand and pulling the brunette towards the king sized bed.