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Emily was lounging by the pool as the blonde model was straddling her lap and nibbling at her neck as the swimmer sighed. She found herself wishing that a different blonde was the one kissing and sucking her neck. She gently pushed the blonde away and stood, the blonde followed and wrapped her arms around the brunette's toned abs. Alison use to always run her fingers over her abs and want would pool in her core at her touch. This blonde didn't have the same effect on her not in the least. She was a fill in, just like all the others. Someone to pass the time with and maybe have a little bit of fun with as well.
Emily had an idea, she playfully grabs the blonde and tosses her in the pool. The blonde squeals as she surfaces and giggles as Emily dove in and surfaces next to her. She swam up to her and the model wraps her arms around her neck bring their lips together in a heated kiss. Emily threads her fingers through the blonde's hair letting her mind wonder to who she wishes was kissing and touching her. Hands start to wonder as the water around them sloshes with their movements. The brunette slide her hand down the smooth skin of the models stomach her mind only on one thing when her phone starts ringing breaking her out of her hazy lust filled dreams.
"Let it go to voicemail..." The blonde says her hands grabbing onto Emily's ass and squeezing.
Emily had a gnawing feeling in her gut that she needs to get the phone. "It could be important.." She says trying to get away from the firm grip of the fiery blonde.
"More important... then this..." She whispers in her ear as she moves her hand to the swimmers core.
"Don't flatter yourself..." The swimmer says, as the shocked blonde gasps, she swims to the side of the pool and pulls herself out.
"Bitch!" She spat as she gets out of the pool and grabs a towel before walking out.
Emily saw a number she didn't recognize as she answers it. "Hello?!"
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Alison drove around for a bit before she decided to stop at a small little dive bar she saw along the way. She grabs her wallet out of her purse, checks her make up in the mirror, and gets out of the car. She enters and makes her way to a seat right in front of the bartender who looks up from her paper and smiles kindly.
"What can I get you?" She asks with sparkling brown eyes that reminded her of Emily's.
"Tequila and keep it coming..." She says, just done with everything.
"Rough day?" She asks sympathetically as she pours a shot.
"You don't know the half of it..." The blonde says downing the drink.
"Want to talk about it?" She asks pouring another.
"Not really..." She says looking at her tiny name tag. "Aubrey." She says shortly as she downs the drink in front of her.
After two more shots Alison starts to loosen up and spill her guts to the bartender. "And.. and she accused me of using her basically..." She says, her voice slurred. "She accused me of... of never telling her... I... I loved her..."
"Did you ever tell her?" Aubrey asks curiously.
"Not in... in some many words..." She says her thoughts a bit disjointed. "Another..." She says holding out her glass.
"I think you've had enough." She tells her firmly.
"Please..." Alison says batting her baby blues at her.
"No." She says firmly.
"Fine!" The blonde says as she attempts to grab her keys off the bar.
Aubrey snatches them before the blonde can grab them, "Nope, I will be taking those."
"How the hell... am I suppose to get... home?!" She yells, her anger bubbling up.
"Call someone." She says simply.
Alison starts looking around and checking her pockets of her shorts. "Shit... I left it... in my car. I need my keys!" She says in frustration.
"No!" She says as she grabs the phone behind the bar off the cradle. "Here. Call someone!"
She dials the only number she can think of and prays she would answer an unknown number. She was about to give up when a familiar voice answers.
"Em... I-I need you..." She said imploringly.
"Ok, where are you?!" Emily asks extremely confused.
"I-I'm not s-sure..." She says her words slurring more as she starts to feel woozy. "Hold on a minute." She says as she hands Aubrey the phone.
"Ali... Alison... Alison Lauren DiLaurentis..." She yells trying to get her attention.
"Sorry... your friend just handed me the phone." Aubrey said apologetically.
"And you are?!" She asks in frustration.
"Um... I am Aubrey, I'm the bartender..." She explains.
"And what bar do you work at?" Emily asks losing patience quickly.
"Moonlight Bar and Grill by the main highway." She tells the brunette as the phone goes dead.
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"Fuck!" Emily throws her phone across the patio in anger. Why did Alison have to call her of all people?!
"What?" The blonde model asks as she comes out through the sliding door in dry clothes.
"Oh... you're still here." She murmurs as she slips on her cutoff shorts over her bikini shorts.
"You didn't really want me to leave... do you?" She asks with a sultry tone.
"Fuck off!" She says her temper exploding.
"Fuck you... you were the one who had your tongue shoved down my throat half an hour ago!" The blonde says cuttingly.
"It was a mistake... obviously..." The swimmer says making her way into the kitchen to grab her keys.
"Like you could do better..." She huffs as she pushes past the swimmer to leave.
"Good riddance..." She says as she grabs her wallet and keys before locking the front door.
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Emily pulls up in the parking lot and takes a deep breath before getting out of the car to calm herself. She makes her way into the bar that is mostly empty and sees the giggly blonde at the bar arguing with the bartender.
"Please... j-just one more..." The blonde begs.
"I can't." Aubrey tells her apologetically.
"Pl-ease..." She says trying to flirt as she reaches to caress her.
Emily walks up and gently grabs the blonde's hand away from the slightly uncomfortable woman who smiles at her gratefully. Alison looks up at Emily with a bright smile.
"Hey... Em!" She says with a little hiccup.
"Hey... How about we get you home..." She says as she helps the blonde up.
"S-Sure..." She says as she stumbles and the swimmer catches her with her strong arms.
"Easy" Emily says as Alison wraps her arms around her neck.
Alison couldn't stop staring at the swimmers abs as her bikini showed off her amazing six-pack.
"Ali?" Emily asks trying to get her attention.
Alison looks up and gets lost in the brunette's chocolate eyes until Emily clears her throat and Alison giggles a bit. Then she looks concerned as she runs her fingers over a bruise on the swimmers neck.
"Who... who hurt you?" She asks concern in her ocean blue eyes.
"Huh?" Emily asks confused.
"Oh... it's nothing..." she says leading her towards the door.
"Em... i-is that a hickey?!" Alison all but yells.
"Come on Alison, lets go!" She says dragging the blonde out to the car.
After practically wrestling the blonde into the passenger seat Emily was finally able to get in and start the car. As they drive she realizes she has no idea where the blonde lives.
"Where do you live?" She asks turning to look at Alison for a quick second.
"No... I-I can't go back there... not when... no..." She says tears streaming down her face.
"When what?" She asks the broken blonde.
"D-Don't wanna talk about it..." She slurs.
"How much did you drink?" The swimmer asks in concern.
"I may or may not... recall the number of adult beverages... of which I have consumed!" She says with a giggle.
"Alison," She says firmly, "how many?"
"I-I had four or five shots..." She mumbles.
"Of what?!" She asks curiously.
"Tequila." She whispers.
"And you are this trashed?!" She asks confused. Alison can usually drink anyone under the table, well use to that is.
"My meds lower my tolerance..." She cuts herself off mid sentence.
"What medications?" Emily asks fearfully.
"I-I wasn't su- suppose to tell you that..." She giggles a bit as she says it.
"Do you I need to take you to the hospital?!" The swimmer asks panic setting in.
"N-No... I-I will be fine..." She stutters. "I... I just need to sleep it off." She says looking a bit green.
"Please try not to be sick in my car." The brunette says pleadingly.
"I won't... I just... need to lie down." She says as she reclines the seat.
Emily decides to take the blonde back to her house, at least the pool house was finished. She could put Alison in the guest bedroom and sleep on the couch or the floor if need be.
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Alison woke up in a strange bed with the sun streaming through a large window over looking a huge pool. She sat up, dread filling her heart and her head pounding as a huge hangover hit her like a ton of bricks. She needs water and Tylenol and to figure out where the hell she is. She hung her legs over the bedside and jumps when she almost steps on someone. She held in a gasp as she bent over the edge of the bed to get a better look at who it was. She carefully moved the blanket away from the sleeping form and was greeted by a mess of brunette hair and the soft sleeping features of Emily Fields. She looks around the room and notices a bottle of water and 2 pills on the bedside table. She pops the two pills and downs half of the water sighing as she feels a little better. She vaguely remembers yesterday after Camilla had left, she really left?! She thinks broken heartedly. She had gone to a bar, had a few drinks and then... dammit then I called Emily. Some how she needs to get out of here with out waking the sleeping brunette.
She eases out of the bed one leg on each side of the swimmer trying to sneak out when Emily rolls over and knocks her legs out from under her. She lands on top of the brunette who opens her eyes in surprise staring at Alison and they get lost in each others eyes. As they start to lean into each other, their lips just a breath away Emily's phone rings breaking the moment.
Alison pushes herself off the swimmer, "S-Sorry..."
Emily gets up quickly and runs out to the living room to grab her phone off the coffee table. Alison sits on the edge of the bed trying to remember what all happened the day before besides Camilla leaving. She remembers driving around for awhile and then stopping at a bar and drinking a lot of tequila. Obviously she called Emily at some point, so where is her phone and her car keys? She starts frantically searching her pockets and around in the bed and floor and finally the bedside table as Emily returns.
"Is everything alright?" She asks the blonde who was frantically searching around one of the bedside tables.
"I... can't find my keys... or my phone... anywhere..." She says in a terror.
"Well I have your keys but I don't know about your phone." She tells the slightly relieved blonde. "I can drop you off on my way to my training session... if you'd like.."
"Yeah... thank you..." The blonde says with a small smile.
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Alison sat in her car outside the bar thinking how it would be so easy to go back in and drink her feelings away again. She finds her phone in the seat next to her and decides to call Julie instead, "I need to see Rita... as soon as possible."
"Not a problem, she should be available in about half an hour." She says kindly, "Does that work?"
"Yes, thank you Julie..." She says in relief.
"See you soon!" She told the blonde happily.
After ending the call Alison decides to grab a quick bite and head to the counselors office, as she couldn't even remember the last time she had eaten anything.
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"So what brings you in today Alison?" Rita asks calmly from her seat across from the agitated blonde.
"Cam left me!" She blurts out.
"Tell me what happened." She says gently.
"She fucking walked out and is going to Madrid with her parents!" The blonde's temper flares.
"Start at the beginning, what happened after you left yesterday?" Rita asks carefully.
"It all went to shit when Cam got home from a shoot..." She says stopping.
"What happened that caused it to be 'shit'?" She asks curiously.
"The photo shoot was with Emily..." Alison mumbles out.
"I see." She says waiting for the blonde to continue.
"She was pissed that I didn't tell her that she and Emily kind of look similar." She says avoiding the truth.
"Alison." She says kindly.
"Fuck!" She says in frustration at being caught. "Ok... Fine! They do look a lot a like! Is that what you fucking want to hear!" She lashes out again.
"So what else was said?" She asks ignoring the outbursts for now.
"That I never told her I love you when she says it!" Alison explains in frustration.
"Well have you ever said I love you to her?" Rita asks bluntly
"We haven't gotten that far yet." She says dodging the question.
"Have you been intimate?" She asks simply.
"We've had sex!" Alison says almost outraged.
"Have you ever felt love for anyone before?" She asks curiously.
"Y-Yes…" She states looking at her shoes.
"For who?" Rita asks trying to push her slightly.
"I DON'T want to talk about THIS!" She says getting up as she huffs with anger.
"Alright, we will leave that... for now" She tells her. "What else was said?"
"She asks if I still had feelings for Emily."
"What did you tell her?" She asks, her curiosity piqued.
"Nothing, she didn't give me a chance to answer!" Alison screams. "Then she told me I need to 'figure out my feelings'!" She scoffs.
"Maybe that isn't such a bad idea." Rita says agreeing with Camilla.
"Are you telling me to try... with Emily?!" The blonde asks incredulously.
"If that is what you truly want and feel." She says honestly.
"Ok... I'm done with this subject..." She says shutting down.
"So what did you do, after Camilla left?" She ask, feeling there was more to tell.
"I drove for a bit and then... I-I stopped at a bar..." Alison says the last part in almost a whisper.
"Alison, we have talked about the importance of not drinking while taking your medications." She says a little sternness in her voice.
"I know... I... I just wanted to stop... feeling..." She says in desperation.
"Did it work?" She asks sympathetically.
"For a little while..." She says honestly. "But... then I did something sort of... stupid..."
"Care to elaborate?" Rita asks kindly.
"The bartender took my keys and I left my phone in the car... and the only number I could recall was... Emily's..." She said blushing a little.
"I see" She says calmly giving Alison the chance to say anything else she needed too.
"She actually came and... she took me back to her place. She let me sleep it off..." Alison said with a small smile.
"I think you know what you need to do then." Rita tells her kindly. "When you are ready." She adds with a smile. "So I will see you next week?"
"Next week I fly out to France to tour the Olympic village." She tells her kindly.
"Alright, well you have my number if you need anything." She say standing to walk Alison out. "And please remember to take it easy on the alcohol."
"I will... promise..." She tells her honestly.