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Now, this was a stranger chapter. I was writing it like a lightning bolt and then... writer block!
On Monday, Emily woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating on the nightstand.
"I'm coming over" - Said the text from Hanna. As she actually worked from midnight to 8 am on Tuesdays, she had Mondays off, much because she seldom worked on Sundays also. This gave Hanna the perfect excuse to visit her whenever she could on her maternity leave. The blonde justified by saying that they were best friends and that Chloe needed to be close to her godmother.
Emily just rolled off her bed and looked at Ali's side, which was currently empty. Unfortunately, Alison had to work 9 to 5 on Mondays. But, when Alison got back, they would… This whole sex week thing was crazy, but Emily couldn't help but feel anxious about going to bed with Alison today. Never mind, Hanna was coming and she needed to get ready.
She went to the bathroom, threw some water on her face and went to the kitchen to have some breakfast. When she finished her bowl of cereals, the doorbell rang.
"Hello, Hanna" - She greeted the blonde woman, who carried an asleep Chloe in her arms.
"Hi, just let me put this little one on the bed" - Hanna whispered and Emily helped her friend put her goddaughter on her bed. She thanked God she and Alison had actually done in the shower yesterday because there was no way she would put Chloe in the same bed she had defiled.
"Okay, so now you can tell me what's wrong with you and Alison" - Hanna said as soon as they left the bedroom.
"Well, we were having some problems..." - Emily trailed off, but was forced to continue when Hanna glared at her - "We were both working late, stressed and I want a baby and she doesn't..."
"Okay… So why are you talking in past sense?" - Hanna asked and suddenly figured out the answer - "Oh my God, you totally did it yesterday!"
"We argued" - Hanna's face fell - "And then we did it"
"Should I be worried about Chloe sleeping on that bed?" - Hanna arched her brow.
"God, Hanna, we did it in the shower, fine?" - Emily snapped and then covered her mouth, realizing she had spoken too much.
Hanna burst out laughing and only stopped to focus her eyes on a purple spot on Emily's neck - "Well, looks like Ali got intense yesterday" - She smirked as her eyes traveled down her friend's collarbone, finding another hickey partly covered by her T-shirt.
"Hanna, stop it!" - Emily blushed.
"Fine, fine!" - The blonde laughed a little more and then went back to serious - "But did you talk about after you did it? I mean, rage sex is awesome, but it doesn't solve anything"
"We decided on… something" - Emily said shyly.
"On what?" - Hanna asked and the vet tried to hide away her face - "Come on, Emily, I'm not gonna judge you! What did you decide? Babies? An open relationship?"
"A sex week" - The brunette muttered.
"A sex week, Emily? Really?" - Hanna was skeptical about it
"We've had a civilized conversation after last night, so I thought it was worth the try" - Emily argued - "Besides, lack of sex was one of the problems in our relationship"
"Okay, I see your point" - The blonde seemed more convinced - "But only fucking around isn't going to get you anywhere. You need to build up the intimacy and the romance again"
Emily looked puzzled. Hanna was right - "And how do I do this?"
"Well, at what time does Ali come home tonight?" - Hanna asked with a sly smile.
"Around six, why?"
"You're making a romantic dinner to her" - Hanna grinned - "With wine, candles, roses on the bed..."
"It seems great" - Emily actually liked her idea. Having a pleasant dinner and then making love – not only sex – to her girlfriend could do wonders to their relationship.
"You need to text her" - Hanna instructed - "Ask her what she wants for dinner"
"But, Hanna, what about you? I can't just abandon you with Chloe here and go shopping" - Emily asked.
"We'll tag along" - The blonde smiled - "The sooner Chloe learns about loyalty, the better" - She winked and Emily smiled before sending the text.
Alison was writing an article about crowdfunding when she noticed someone staring at her back. It was Aria, Alison and Aria have been working together for five years now, the blonde as a journalist and the brunette as a photographer. Alison couldn't complain at all; journalists always had a hard time finding a photographer whom they trust, and Aria, besides being her friend, was much more than competent.
"Ali" - The small brunette softly called.
"Hey Aria" - Alison looked up from her text.
"How are you doing? I mean, we were all worried after you and Em left the meeting" - Aria asked with concern lacing her voice.
"I'm better now, thanks" - Ali didn't want to prolong the topic.
"Is everything alright between you and Em?" - Aria questioned.
"We've talked last night, so, yes, we're good" - Alison didn't like to talk to the other girls about her problems with Emily because she knew they were always bound to defend the brunette's side. Even though their reaction to them dating was supportive (with the exception of Hanna threatening to murder her in her sleep if she ever dared to hurt Em before hugging her tight), Alison always thought that they were kind of skeptical about her ability to make Emily happy.
"Does that scratch on your neck have something to do with it?" - Aria slyly asked and Ali's hand immediately flew to the back of her neck to cover that scratch. When she woke up this morning, she realized that Emily had left a trail of scratches down her neck, her shoulders and her back. That was pretty much the reason why she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with her hair loose today. She just didn't expect that Aria's watchful eyes would be able to notice that.
"Is it showing?" - Ali whispered.
"Only when you push your hair to the side" - Much to the blonde's rescue, her phone vibrated on the table.
"What do you want for dinner tonight? :)" - Emily had texted her and she unconsciously smiled.
"Is that Emily?" - Aria smiled too.
"Yes" - Ali nodded - "She's asking me what I want for dinner tonight"
"And what are you gonna say?"
"I… don't know" - Alison was seriously confused by that text. It's been months since they had actually cooked for each other. Only now did Ali come to realize how much they were missing on the little things. After they graduated from high school, Alison followed Emily to Stanford and they shared a room together, though they weren't dating yet at that time. When she came to think of it, Alison found it weird that she and Emily used to do more little things to each other when they were still friends than now, after years of dating.
Aria almost face palmed beside her - "Gimme that! I'll answer for you" - And she snatched the phone away from the reporter's hands.
"Hey!" - Ali whined as Aria texted.
"There" - The photographer handed her phone back after sending the text. It was written: Surprise me :P
God, Alison used to be the queen of flirting when they were younger, Aria thought, as she laughed internally.
"She answered!" - Emily squealed.
"Surprise me :P" - Said the text. Holy shit! Why couldn't Alison give her a straight answer?
"What do I say?" - The vet looked as lost as before.
"Oh my God, you're helpless!" - Hanna took her phone and wrote: You can bet I will :P
"But what do I do for dinner?!"
"What's Alison's favorite dish?"
"Well, I should take her to a French restaurant because..." - Emily trailed off.
"Emily, focus! Give me something that she likes and that you can actually cook" - They both knew the vet was a terrible cook.
"Hum… Spaghetti with meatballs?" - Emily answered, feeling ridiculous.
"It's perfect" - Hanna decided - "We can also buy a good tinted wine and the evening will be even more romantic"
"If you say so..." - Emily wasn't so sure about it, because she and Alison hadn't had a romantic evening for a long time. She was afraid that, somehow, they'd fall into the baby topic again and then they'd fight and everything would go downhill.
"You can bet I will :P" - Alison read the text out loud.
"Well, it seems that Emily is throwing a romantic dinner tonight" - Aria chuckled.
"I hope" - The blonde smiled too.
"You should also give her something" - Aria suggested.
"What?"
"Oh, come on, Ali, don't be a pillow princess!" - The photographer joked - "You should buy her flowers on your way home"
"That's actually a good idea" - She admitted - "Thanks, Aria!"
"You're welcome" - Aria said - "Oh, and Ali?"
"Yes?"
"Don't get a hickey" - Aria chuckled while the blonde rolled her eyes at her.
A few hours later, Alison and Aria were ready to leave when their boss called for them.
"DiLaurentis! Montgomery! Come here!" - He screamed through the office - "Do you know James Lee Smith? That popular novelist? Well, he died a few minutes ago. I want you to cover his death"
Alison looked at Aria apprehensively. Of course fate would get in her way when she had agreed to a romantic evening to her girlfriend. Alison almost laughed at the irony. Aria, on the other hand, just nodded sadly and spoke for the both of them - "We're going"
The blonde waited until Aria picked up her stuff before heading to the journal's car.
"She's gonna be pissed" - Ali said out loud, controlling her tears and her anger.
"No, she's not. She will understand" - Aria comforted her friend and ran a finger through her hair.
"No, she's not. She'll think that I bailed on her on purpose and that I'm opening my legs to someone else" - Alison spoke bitterly and didn't even notice Aria wincing at her bold expression. The photographer then noticed that there was something deeper going on between their friends… something deeper than disagreeing about babies. Aria wanted to help Alison, but she knew she should not interfere on their relationship.
"Ali, just call her!" - She tried to make a come back.
"I will… but she won't believe me" - The journalist looked out the window and a single tear escaped her eye. That did not go unseen by the small brunette.
"Call her. I'll say something too" - Aria offered - "There's no way she's not gonna believe you if she hears my voice"
"Thanks, Aria" - Ali smiled sincerely, dialed Emily's number and prayed that chance hadn't ruined their promise of a good night.
Emily was on the kitchen making dinner. She was almost dancing around, swaying back and forth to pick the objects, the pan, the ingredients… The smell of the sauce invaded her nostrils, reviving her and Alison's college memories.
Emily nervously scrolled through the Internet, looking for a simple and yet delicious dish that could sweep away even the picky Alison DiLaurentis. The blonde went through a difficult test week and Emily wished she could've been more helpful, but she also had tests herself. Even so, she had a free day while Alison was be on fire all afternoon.
This bothered Emily because, whenever one of them had a test or something, the other would do something to make it more enjoyable. Alison always cooked for her – having spent two years on the run, she was an amazing cook and could make almost anything. Emily, on the other hand, always bought Ali something special – clothes, necklaces, perfumes…
It was strange, though, to have such an intimate relationship with Ali. They swore to their friends that they weren't dating (and they weren't, really). But, as they lived together, they came to understand each other's peculiarities. Emily knew that Alison hated swimsuits. Alison knew that Emily was afraid of the dark. They both shared a room (but, of course, they had separate beds), and they often cuddled, as the two of them had recurring nightmares of their traumatic experiences (aka jail and dollhouse).
Emily's blinked happily when she spotted a spaghetti with meatballs recipe. Coming from an Italian family, Alison loved pasta, and Emily thought that, if she aced that dish, she could actually make Ali relax for a while. She scribbled down the ingredients and the instructions and rushed to the kitchen.
Forty-five minutes later, she heard the front door opening and Ali's footsteps echoed through the apartment.
"Hey Em, what are you doing?" - The blonde curiously asked. Emily turned away from the sauce pan to notice that Alison didn't have a purse. She had probably thrown it on the couch when she arrived.
"I'm cooking" - Emily answered as a matter of fact.
"Jeez, are you trying to blow up the place?" - Ali joked.
The brunette was slightly hurt by that comment and made a stern face - "I'm doing it for you" - It was true: Emily was hoping that she could seriously impress Alison with this dish and the fact that the blonde mocked about her lack of ability in the kitchen made her upset.
Ali's face fell when she noticed her friend's pout - "I'm sorry, Em" - And she hugged the vet student sideways, making Emily blush and almost drop her spoon.
"A-Ali" - She stuttered.
"It smells good" - The scent of bubbly sauce invaded her nostrils, but nothing could compete with Emily's perfume… at least that was what Ali thought as she buried her face on the crook of Em's neck.
A few moments later, Emily and Alison began to eat dinner. Alison was pleasantly surprised and impressed by how good this dish tasted. She was usually the one who did the cooking in their house, but she would seriously consider to switch if Emily committed to making spaghetti with meatballs every day.
"Do you like it?" - The brunette asked anxiously.
"No" - Ali answered and watched amusedly as Emily's face fell - "I loved it!" - She squealed as she got up and blew a kiss on Emily's cheek.
"Ali!" - Emily whined, rubbing the place that was currently marked with the blonde's lipstick.
"I'll be a good girl and study hard if you promise to make me that dish every time" - Ali winked.
And so Emily kept her promise.
"What are you thinking about?" - Hanna's voice called her from the doorway. The blonde was holding Chloe on her shoulder.
"The first time I made this dish to Ali" - Emily answered dreamily - "She was having a rough week and I wanted to make her happy"
"It must be a special memory to you" - Hanna said.
"It is" - Emily agreed, and then she felt her phone ringing in her back pocket - "It's Ali"
"Emily?" - Her girlfriend's voice rang through the phone.
"Hey Ali" - She greeted back.
"I'm sorry but… I can't make it tonight" - Ali spoke and Emily swore she heard her voice tremble. At the same time, a huge disappointment rippled through her body and she contemplated yelling at Alison, asking her why she had bailed on them this evening. Was she with someone else? Was it another of Alison DiLaurentis' lies?
"W-Why?"
"A famous writer died and… me and Aria were assign to cover it" - The journalist explained.
"Hi Em!" - Aria's voice chimed in and Emily felt worse than before. This meant that Ali wasn't lying, because there was no way that Aria would cover up for her. However, it made Emily feel guilty. She was supposed to trust Ali!
"I'm really, really sorry, I don't even know what time I'm coming home tonight" - Alison's apologies called her back to reality, but she dared not answer in case the blonde heard the anguish in her voice - "Em? Are you here?"
"It's okay, Alison" - Emily did her best to mask her disappointment - "See you later tonight?"
"See you" - They were both too upset and too uncomfortable to say something else. Therefore, Alison hung up.
"What is it, Em?" - Hanna walked to her.
"Alison can't make it for dinner" - She let her spoon fall on the ground - "A writer died or something. Aria's with her"
"I'm sorry, Em" - Hanna rubbed her shoulder in the best soothing way she could. She wanted to hug Emily, but the fact that she was carrying her daughter made it difficult. However, much to their surprise, Chloe seemed to sense her godmother's distress and extended her little arms to her, as if asking Em to take her in her arms.
Emily understood the gesture and hugged Chloe tightly. In the tiny embrace of her goddaughter, Emily was the one who felt like a baby.
When Alison arrived at their house, it was past 10 pm and Emily was already getting ready for work. The scent of sauce made her feel sad as she passed by the kitchen.
"Emily?" - She called by their bedroom door, carrying the wildflowers she stole from her neighbor in her hands - "I'm so sorry"
The vet was already in a long-sleeved fuchsia T-shirt and a jeans - "It's not your fault"
"I feel like it is. I ruined our evening" - Alison murmured as she stared at the floor. She didn't have the stomach to look into Emily's eyes and find disappointment and disbelief. Emily's words from yesterday were still ringing in her head, and Ali felt weak, contemplating if the brunette had inadvertently hit her weak point.
"Ali, it's okay" - Emily reached to her and cupped her face, noticing her distress. Of course she would've rather spent a romantic evening like that, but stuff happened and they needed to pass it through. Though, she still felt guilty about not trusting Ali in the beginning. Yet, she knew they had to take baby steps to rebuild their relationship and their trust in each other again - "Things happen. I could've been called at the vet hospital for an emergency too"
Alison took a shot and looked at Emily's sweet brown eyes to find comprehension, tenderness and, most of all, trust. Emily smiled and looked at her hands - "What's that in your hands anyway?"
"Oh, Aria told me I should buy some flowers on my way home but, as I got out of work late, I decided to borrow flowers from the neighbor instead" - Alison told her embarrassedly.
"You stole wildflowers to give them to me?!" - Emily quirked a curious eyebrow.
"I know it's lame but..." - Ali's chuckle was interrupted by the brunette.
"It's crazy" - She corrected - "And I totally appreciate the gesture" - And she took the flowers form Ali's hands, placing them on the bedpost.
"Well, I'm gonna take a shower" - Alison rubbed the back of her head awkwardly - "I don't want you to be late for work"
Before she could head to the bathroom, however, Emily grabbed her arm and pulled her close - "Alison, wait! - As the blonde turned around in her arms, Em decided it was time to be bold. No, she wouldn't let their evening go to waste because of an unforeseen situation. Ali has already taken the first step yesterday, so now it was her time to move - "I'm not giving up on you. I'm not giving up on us" - She declared before clashing their lips together.
Ali was so taken aback by Emily's eagerness that she stumbled back and her legs hit the mattress - "Em… wait… you'll be late to work" - She managed to speak between kisses as the vet tried to plunge her tongue inside her mouth.
"I don't care" - Emily held her face tenderly - "You're more important than that" - And she crushed their lips again, her hands beginning to unbutton Ali's shirts.
"Em" - Alison pulled away slightly when she felt the brunette's hands on her chest - "The lights"
Emily groaned softly. She had almost forgotten that Alison liked to do it with the lights off. This almost caused a standstill in the beginning of their relationship because Emily could only do it with the lights on. Eventually, they reached a midterm by doing it under the lights of a table lamp – it was dark enough for Ali and light enough for Em.
"No need to" - Emily could never understand why Alison was so self-conscious about her body. The blonde was the most gorgeous woman she has ever laid her eyes on and yet, since they went to college, she has never seen Alison in a swimsuit. Her girlfriend had also exchanged her skirts and sundresses for jeans and shirts with a higher neckline. In their moments of intimacy, Emily noticed a few scars here and there, but she has never asked Alison about. God, the journalist had snapped when she mentioned the scar on her right thigh once.
"But, Em..." - Alison begged softly and Emily could see the fear in her eyes.
"Trust me" - The brunette latched her lips on her neck and finished unbuttoning her shirt, revealing Ali's covered chest. Emily's hands moved to the small of her back as she pulled Alison closer, scattering kisses down her collarbone until she reached the valley of her breasts. Surprisingly, Ali didn't try to pull her away.
Emily looked up to find shining blue eyes watching her as Alison caressed her hair. In her gaze, the vet drowned in a hurricane of emotions: there was love, tenderness, desire, fear, anxiety… Sometimes Emily wondered how Alison could have such powerful eyes.
"Ali..." - She murmured against the blonde's chest and sucked the skin between her breasts, trying to mark her and avoid her bra at the same time, as Emily didn't want her to feel exposed.
"Hm" - Ali threw her head back and her knees faltered, making her fall on the bed. Emily shortly followed her and claimed her lips. It was overwhelming – her whole body was on fire and she desired her girlfriend's touch fully, but there were just so many layers of clothes between them. She knew she should take them off, but her mind had built a barrier against this and she couldn't trust herself with the lights on - "Emily..." - She grabbed her head and yanked her down on top of her, longing to feel the brunette's body pressed on top of hers. Emily gladly complied and Alison sighed to the fulfilling sensation of her missing puzzle piece molding against her.
Emily knew that the blonde hadn't got any release yesterday, so she planned to make it fast. She lowered her hands and pressed Ali's center through her jeans, making the woman beneath her tremble and shake. She massaged Ali sensually and moved her lips to her jawline.
"Em" - The journalist quietly cried.
"Let me take care of you, Ali" - Emily whispered in her ear and undid her jeans, pulling them down. Before Alison could say a word, the brunette hushed her by claiming her lips again, tracing the blonde's bottom lip with her tongue. The blonde allowed her to deepen the kiss and their tongues danced together in her mouth in a frenzied rhythm.
"Ah!… Shit!" - Alison moaned soundly and broke the kiss when Emily teased her clit over her underwear.
"I'm gonna take this off" - Emily announced what she was about to do so she didn't scare Ali. Her hands slowly dragged the blonde's underwear down as her brown eyes hypnotized Alison and stopped her from shying away. When that piece of clothing was off, Emily lowered her body and knelt on the ground, never tearing her gaze away as she pulled Ali to the edge of the bed.
"Do you want me to go underneath the sheets?" - Emily asked before placing a kiss on Ali's pelvis.
Alison looked down to find Emily's black head between her heads and that sight was so tantalizing for itself that she was unable to answer. All of her issues… they had no power against the pool of desire in her center and Emily's breathing against the most intimate part of her body. Helplessly, she threw her head against the mattress and tangled her hand in Emily's black tresses - "God, no!"
Emily smiled proudly - "Good" - And she leaned in to lick Ali's pussy.
"Em!" - The blonde's hips instantly reacted by jolting off the bed. God, it's been so long…! Alison was sure she wasn't going to last much tonight.
But the brunette wasn't on a teasing mood either. She knew that Alison needed reassurance and that she must've been terribly excited by their hot hook-up on the day before. Emily wasted no time and captured Ali's clit with her lips, sucking and licking vigorously that little bud of pleasure. It didn't take long for her woman to squirm and writhe beneath her.
"Emily!" - Alison chanted her name breathlessly and the vet pumped one finger inside of her steadily, only enough to push her over the edge - "God!" - She cried out as her orgasm rolled through her.
Alison sighed contently as she felt Emily hovering over her as she pampered her face with kisses. Only then she felt the fabric of the vet's shirt brushing slightly against her center - "Em… I'll stain your shirt" - She warned.
"Oops!" - Emily laughed, sitting on the bed so she could lay partially on top of Ali - "Not that I care about that much" - And she kissed Alison, wrapping their tongues together once again. Ali hummed against her mouth, probably relishing the taste of herself on Emily's lips.
"Thanks" - Alison smiled timidly as her thumb brushed her girlfriend's cheek.
"You don't have to thank me" - Emily replied and kissed her one last time - "I have to go now" - She said regretfully.
"I know" - Ali whispered sadly and Emily looked at those beautiful blue eyes and she almost couldn't find the strength to leave their bed.
"Tomorrow?" - Emily ran her hands through that blonde hair tenderly.
"Tomorrow" - Alison nodded and they shared one brief kiss. Emily couldn't leave the house without casting a chaste kiss on Ali's forehead and wishing her goodnight.
I know you guys wanted the baby talk, but Alison (and Emily, to some extent) has another issue that needs to be addressed first. But, don't worry, the baby talk is coming ;)
As for next chapter, I'll give you a hint: Emily will ask Spencer a favor ;)
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