Alison pulled Emily down onto the the soft sheets that were laid across the five star hotel's king sized bed. Emily fell on top of Alison and the blonde pulled the brunette down more to fall hard on top of Alison's body.
Alison's hands instantly went to Emily's dark locks and pulled her face down to meet their lips together again. Alison felt as if her body had been sparked. Touching Emily again made her feel more than alive. She had missed Emily so much and she dreamed of the nights when her mouth would find the brunette's yet again.
Emily pressed her hands against the bed around of Alison, holding herself up over the blonde. The taste of Alison on her lips were erotic. No other girl in the world had tasted even half as delicious as Alison did.
Emily reached below her body with one hand and grabbed one of Alison's legs, pushing it apart from the other. Emily slid her in between Alison's legs and pressed her thigh to Alison's mound. The blonde softly moaned feeling Emily's body against her heat. Emily could feel how aroused Alison was through her underwear. They were soaked. They were soaked for her.
Emily brought her lips down to Alison's neck and the blonde shuttered lightly while wrapping her arms around Emily's neck. Emily's hands trailed the outside of Alison's thighs while her lips moved in sync perfectly against her ex's, who she was still desperately in love with.
The brunette started to suck on the skin and Alison pulled her lips to Emily's ear, "you can't leave a mark."
Emily instantly pulled her body up and Alison's eyes fluttered open as she saw the anger flash in Emily's eyes. Reality hit the brunette all over again. Alison wasn't single. She had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who had his hands all over Alison's small body.
"Emily, don't go," Alison quickly stated, seeing the fire raging in Emily's brown pools. They were no longer brown, but now looked pitch black. Emily shook her head as she started to lift herself up off of Alison's body, "you're not my girl anymore."
Alison sat up along with Emily, "I never stopped being yours."
"I can't even kiss your neck how I used to because you don't want evidence that you're sitting here half fucking naked with me between your legs," Emily fired, standing up from the bed.
Alison stood and took a step towards Emily. Her voice was weak and broken, "after all of this time apart.. you don't want me?" Emily brought her dark eyes to Alison's as she sighed, "you are in a relationship, Alison."
Alison's eyebrows pulled together as she became frustrated, "I only want you." Emily bent down and picked up Alison's dress that was laying on the carpet. The brunette handed the dress to Alison who tossed it back on the ground, "no. I want you."
"Alison—,"
"No, Emily! God. I want you. I don't care how many times I have to say it. I don't want—," Alison started, but was cut off by Cece talking rather loudly in the living room.
The two girls looked at each other in confusion as they both silenced, trying to hear the dialogue outside of the bedroom door. Alison walked to the door and pressed her ear against it.
"She's busy right now," Cece firmly stated.
"What the hell could she possibly be busy doing? Is this a double date? Is she in there with one of his little friends?"
Emily didn't recognize the deep voice, but Alison certainly did. The blonde quickly walked over to the bathroom and pulled on Emily's hand, tugging her inside with her. Alison shut the double doors of the master washroom, locking them behind of her.
Emily shot Alison a glare once the blonde let go of her hand, "what the hell are you doing?" Alison turned the shower water on and hoped in the glass shower doors, still in her bra and underwear. The steam from the shower quickly started to float around the bathroom and fog onto the glass shower door and the mirror on the wall.
Emily heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Alison?!" the same voice called out. It was definitely a man, and Emily could hear his intoxication pouring out in his voice.
"Ali, baby, open the door. What are you doing?" he boomed questioningly from the other side of the double doors.
Emily slipped a dark chuckle. Baby. This was her boyfriend.
"I just got in the shower," Alison shouted from under the water. Emily's heels clicked across of the tile and Alison popped her head out of the shower and flicked her eyes to Emily, "can you not?" she whispered with a hiss.
Emily walked to the shower, "what's wrong? Don't you want your man to come in here and shower with you? He sounds a bit drunk, you're a bit drunk, the sex would probably be amazing." Emily's voice was heated and Alison could hear the jealously drowning in her voice.
Alison's blue eyes shot dark as she glared at Emily, "Emily, if you don't stop—,"
"Baby, open the door. I want to get in with you," Lorenzo pleaded, slurring. Emily threw a sarcastic smile at Alison, "yeah, come on, baby. Let him in with you."
The brunette turned to walk towards the door when Alison pulled Emily back by grabbing her arm and dragging her into the shower. Emily flashed an angry look at Alison, "my dress!"
"Well you shouldn't have fucked with me like that," Alison replied.
Emily quickly slid out of her dress and tossed it over to the counter across of the room, quickly bending down to take off her heels as well.
"Ali, baby. Hurry so we can go to bed, and not sleep if you know what I mean," Lorenzo flirtatiously said. Emily rolled her eyes at Lorenzo's drunken, horny wishes. The thought of Alison sleeping with him made her body feel as if she did really need to shower.
Alison peeped her head out of the door again to respond to Lorenzo, "alright, just go wait outside in the living room. Lock my bedroom door." Emily's eyes ran over the back of Alison's body as she was leaning out of the shower.
God why did she have to get so tone while they were broken up? Her body was perfect before but now…Alison's small toned muscles made Emily's mouth dry with desire as they softly flexed every time she moved. The water from the shower ran down Alison's body as Emily watched water swiftly flow down her back, to her ass, to her legs, to to the floor.
It reminded Emily of the times that Alison would sneak into the shower with Emily over the summer while they were at Alison's house and Emily would scold the flirty blonde until Alison's lips made contact with hers and Emily couldn't resist.
One time they had even almost gotten caught by Jason. Just as Emily was bringing Alison to climax with her tongue, Jason opened Alison's bathroom door to grab toothpaste because he ran out of his own. Jason noticed a Rosewood High School swim team t-shirt laying on the ground and called out questioningly for Emily, but Alison called out instead, just saying that she borrowed Emily's shirt from a sleepover.
Alison's voice was so uneven and worked up that Alison had to pretend that she had shampoo in her mouth so Jason would stop talking to her. Just as Jason shut the door, Alison hit her climax and moaned Emily's name in whispers.
Desire from her memories mixed with the anger of Alison being someone else's mixed with the alcohol that was turning in Emily's stomach hit Emily like a brick wall as she reached out to grab the blonde from behind the waist. Alison fell back into Emily's arms and Emily pulled Alison's body against hers, running her hand over the blonde's bare stomach.
Alison turned her body to face Emily and the brunette. The blonde reached up and pulled Emily's face down to hers, greedily needing Emily's lips. Emily reached behind of Alison's back and unlatched her bra, tossing it across of the shower.
Alison could have sworn her lips were bruised from Emily's firm kiss. Emily slid her hands down to Alison's bare breast as she pushed Alison against the wall. The blonde threw her hands in Emily's wet hair as Emily squeezed Alison's flesh. Her breasts were just as perfect as Emily had remembered them.
Emily rolled her thumb over Alison's nipple causing the blonde to moan in Emily's mouth. Emily reached down and gripped Alison's underwear, tugging them down. Emily's hands weren't gentle, they were soft and warm but Emily was rough with her actions.
Alison knew that Emily's kisses and motions weren't one's out of love, but out of anger. It was like Emily was trying to kiss and touch Alison hard enough that it wiped any trace of Lorenzo off of her body. So that Emily was all over her again.
It took everything in her will power, and God she didn't want it to stop, but the blonde pulled herself back from Emily. She wanted kisses filled with love, not hatred.
Emily opened her eyes and Alison could see the tears built up in them, turning her brown eyes into dark, muddy oceans. "Em," Alison said softly, reaching up to touch Emily's face. Emily yanked her face away from Alison, "no."
The brunette opened the shower door and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack on the wall. Alison stepped out of the shower following Emily, leaving the water running. Emily dried off her body and wrapped the towel around herself. Alison grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her wet body, "Emily, talk to me."
Emily turned to face Alison, tears streaming down her tan, beautifully structured face. Emily ignored Alison as the blonde walked closer to Emily. "Emily, please," Alison begged.
Emily threw her hand up, stopping Alison in her tracks, "it's not fucking fair. It's not fair that I loved you way before he even knew your name and he gets you. It's not fair that you're with him but you tell me that you love me. It's not fair that he gets you so easily and he gets to watch football games with your dad and sit across dinner tables with your mom and then kiss you at the end of the day."
Tears started building up in Alison's eyes as Emily continued, "you look at me with all of these feelings and speak to me with loving words but when our kissing and touching and heartfelt words are over at the end of the night and I walk away to go back to my hotel room, he gets you, Alison. He still gets you."
The blonde felt her heartbreaking all over in her chest again. So many emotions flooded through her sun kissed body. Alison knew that Emily was hurt, but couldn't she see that she was hurt, too?
"You have been with multiple girls since we have broken up, Emily. How can I compete with that? You've kissed the bodies of so many other pretty girls. I know you. I know you only hook up with the hottest girls that you can get your hands on. And you doing that…you touching them and making them feel good..," Alison's shaky voice stopped, trembling and unable to continue.
Emily ran her hand through her dark hair furiously, "none of them were you. They were all just random girls who never mattered to me. I prayed that each time I kissed one of them that I would feel something other than the void of missing you. But it didn't work. No other girl gave me what you did."
Alison broke her eyes from Emily's, unable to look at her while imagining her beautiful tanned girl under another girl's body. A few silent seconds passed by as neither girl knew what to say.
"All that it comes down to now is that you are in a relationship with someone who isn't me," Emily quietly stated, "you chose what you wanted in August." Alison's eyes slid back up to Emily, tears falling like rain from them. Alison knew that both girls were damaged, not only over only their breakup, but what they had been doing after the breakup.
The brunette reached for her damp dress on the counter and strolled to the bathroom door, opening it without saying a word. "Emily," Alison called out.
Alison wanted to hurl herself at the beautiful girl standing in front of her. She wanted to press her lips to Emily's and take her to bed and show her what she has been missing out on for the last seven months.
Emily turned her head to face Alison as the blonde felt tears rolling down her cheeks and a deep hole in her heart. Emily's eyes were broken and Alison knew that she couldn't really give Emily want she wanted. She couldn't be with Emily publicly because if her dad found out, he would disown Alison like she never existed.
"I love you," Alison mumbled through her weak lips. Tears fell from Emily's eyes as her heart shattered, knowing Alison was letting her walk away from her again.
"Goodbye, Ali," Emily replied. The brunette turned to leave Alison alone in the bathroom with the shower still running, but Alison could have sworn it wasn't running as hard as the water from her eyes.
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"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Austin asked, sitting on the couch in his hotel living room, handing Emily a bottle of water. "There's nothing to talk about," Emily blandly replied, taking the cold bottle from Austin's hands.
Austin settled into the couch, "what do you mean there's nothing to talk about? I saw the way you two looked at each other. That's nothing?" Emily took a sip from her bottled water and put the cap back down, "yeah, I guess so."
Austin shook his head, "that doesn't sound right, Em. Something happened."
"Well something is nothing," Emily snapped, "nothing matters, she's in a relationship. She's taken."
Austin's golden eyes softened at Emily's words. He could tell that this was eating away at her. When Austin laid eyes on Alison for the first time earlier today, he could tell that Alison was an very attractive girl. But when Austin saw Alison up close at the club and then in her hotel room, he quickly noted that Emily wasn't exaggerating the least bit when describing just how flawless the blonde was.
Alison was the prettiest girl that Austin had ever seen, apart from Emily is. He still believe Emily held superior rank over any girl in the world.
Austin put his hand on Emily's leg, "I'm here for you, Em. You know that. When you're ready to talk, I'm here." Emily returned a smile to Austin and scooted towards him. Austin lifted his arm and allowed Emily to curl up under his arm. "I love her and I hate her all at the same time," Emily sighed after a few moments of silence.
Austin rubbed Emily's shoulder, "I know. She loves you too. It's so obvious in her face. I'm surprised her boyf—," Austin started, but stopped when he realized what he was about to say. Austin could feel Emily's body tense when the word 'boyfriend' was about to slip from his lips.
The dirty blonde thought about his words carefully before speaking again, "he is an complete idiot if that guy can't see how much Alison loves you." Emily let out a small sigh, "no, I'm the idiot. He's the one that's holding her right now."
Thoughts of Lorenzo's drunken slurs played in Emily's mind. "Ali, baby. Hurry so we can go to bed, and not sleep if you know what I mean." Emily's chest felt so heavy as her heart seemed to have throbbed.
If Alison had wanted her like she said she did, she would be with Emily right now. Alison had the opportunity to walk away from Lorenzo, but she didn't. She stayed. Alison chose Lorenzo over her.
Emily suddenly got up off of the couch and grabbed her phone on the table. Austin stood up and looked at the brunette, "where are you going?"
"I'll be back in a few hours," Emily replied, taking the hotel room key off of the kitchen counter as she passed it. Austin raised his eyebrow, "buddy system, Em. Where are you going?" Emily faced Austin before she opened the door to walk out, "I'm staying in this hotel. I'll be in room 319 on the floor above us."
Emily quickly shut the door behind of her before Austin had the opportunity to change Emily's mind, which he would have if Emily had told him where she was going. But Emily had already made up her mind. She was hurt and she needed to feel wanted. She need to feel something.
Emily walked down the hall and into the elevator, pressing buttons taking the elevator up a floor above her. She scanned the room numbers on the walls as she passed each one. When she came across room 319, she knocked on the door without hesitation.
The door opened and a blonde opened the door, smiling seductively at Emily as soon as she realized who Emily was. The blonde stuck her hand out, "so you used my hotel number after all." Emily took the blonde's hand, "funny, I still don't know your name."
"You can call me whatever you want," the blonde from earlier on the beach stated, pulling Emily inside and shutting the door behind of her.