Emily watched at the blonde beauty in front of her walked to the small desk, covered in her sheets. She sat up slightly and took the water bottle from Alison wordlessly. She drank quite a bit before setting it down on the night stand. Emily smiled sweetly and nodded. "Neither can I." She spoke excitedly though she felt a shiver trail up her spine with the tone Alison had used.
The blonde relaxed carefully on her bed, the sheets a little wet. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and laugh a little bit. She really did enjoy her evening with Emily, though she knew it was quick. The blonde bit her lip, turning to face Emily as she relaxed her body. "What should I wear?" She decided to make some small talk.
The brunette could feel that the sheets were a bit wet and it made her a bit embarrassed. She felt a small blush creep onto her cheeks but she tried not to let it show. She knew how Alison loved to tease her whenever she blushed. She straightened up a little and smiled softly at Alison, thinking about what the blonde should wear. "Hmm, will you try some stuff on for me?" She asked bravely even though she wasn't sure how far she could get with Alison aside from their intimate afternoon. She wanted to get a chance to see the blonde's flawless body again in case Alison decided that this was a one time thing.
"Hm, sure." Alison poked Emily's nose and then let her head fall over Emily's chest and feeling the brunettes' racing heartbeat. She was in no mood to tease Emily's blush over her cheeks. "I'm just not sure if I want to wear a dress or just some jeans and a tank top..." Alison whispered, her index finger trailing along Emily's bare chest and just over her breasts that were covered with the fabrics on the bedding.
Emily scrunched up her nose cutely and giggled nervously. Her heartbeat was still extremely fast as she felt the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She almost lost her concentration on what Alison had just said when the blonde trailed her finger over her chest. Alison's gentle touch was one that set her heart on fire but in a good way. "You look great in anything, Ali." Emily spoke truthfully, knowing Alison could pull off just about any outfit.
"I know, right?" Alison mumbled cockily. She closed her eyes. "What time is it, anyways?" She questioned Emily, knowing that they would have to get ready soon. Though instead of getting up and hurrying to get fancy, the blonde planted a soft kiss over Emily's chest, tracing over the marks on her neck that she had left throughout their love-making.
Emily rolled over slightly and glanced at her phone once she's pushed the home button to illuminate it. "It's a quarter till four." She told Alison before rolling back over to lay on her back once more. She shivered slightly when Alison's lips hit her chest. Emily smirked slightly as the blonde traced over the marks. "Guess now I'll know I'm really your Killer, huh?" Emily asked, subtly trying to get Alison to admit to something more than just that Emily was special to her.
"You're always my killer." Alison admitted. She wasn't ready to admit that she did in fact love Emily, but deep down, she did. Alison laughed ever so gently, biting softly at her neck. "Do you like hickies and all those marks and bruises?" She asked deviously, a small smirk taking over her face.
Emily smiled brightly. She loved it when Alison called her that name. It still made her feel special and even though Alison hadn't admitted her feelings, Emily felt happy hearing that. The brunette bit her lip softly. "Hmm...I like them from you." She admitted, tracing over some of the marks Alison had left.
"You do, huh?" Alison trailed over Emily's lips with her index finger and then lowered her finger down to Emily's neck, tracing over the hickies that she had left. "So. One question. How are we going to explain this to my dad who thinks were just taking a nap? Make up can't cover all of this shit up."
Emily felt her lips tremble as her nerves started up again. God did Alison ever make her nervous. Emily was all about talking about her feelings openly once she knew Alison knew how she felt and seemed to be okay with it. But every time she got into it, Alison would reply once or twice and then switch the subject. It drove her crazy to feel so confused and unsure. "Yeah, I do." She admitted, knowing that despite the confusion, Alison would always be happier with her telling her the truth. "I have no idea, Ali. I've never done this." Emily looked at Alison worriedly, hoping the blonde would have some idea of what to do.
"We could get dressed up as mummies to go to the party tonight." She laughed a little in a sarcastic tone. "I have no idea either, I've never really.. belonged to another girl before." She winked over at Emily finally sitting up in bed, finding her bra to put it back over her chest to cover her breasts. Emily seemed quite nervous, however, and Alison caught a whiff of it. "Hm, killer. What's on your mind?" She questioned her.
"Belonged?" Emily questioned the blonde. She couldn't believe her ears. Had Alison just said she belonged to her? Could she really get her chance with the girl she'd loved for the past 5 years? Emily hoped this wasn't too good to be true. The brunette blinked a few times, caught off guard by Alison's question. She never could hide her true feelings when the blonde used that nickname.
"Hm, yeah.. belonged. Is that a problem?" Alison asked. She looked at Emily, cocking her head to the side as she looked into the brunettes' eyes. Finally, Alison tied up her hair in a messy bun and then narrowed her eyebrows once she'd seen all the bite marks and hickies that covered her body.
Emily shook her head immediately. "No. It's perfect." She replied straight away, not wanting Alison to take back what she'd said. She knew her heart had always been Alison's even when she'd dated other people, it wasn't ever the same as her love for the blonde. To hear that Alison felt as though she belonged to Emily made her heart practically somersault.
"Pretty sure we should be getting ready, Emmy." Alison planted a small teasing kiss over the brunettes cheek and then stood up, no panties on. She didn't bother covering herself up, not yet, anyways. The blonde looked around the room, looking for her thong. "Where did we throw my thong?" She narrowed her eyebrows asking Emily.
Emily blushed yet again. Alison constantly used the two names that for some strange reason made her extremely happy. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, help me decide what to wear?" Emily asked and then giggled softly. She bent over the bed and ducked her head underneath it, picking up Alison's thong from under the bed. "It's right here, Ali." Emily replied, tossing it to Alison and laughing softly.
"Ergh, thanks. Were you trying to hide it? You know, if you want me naked, all you have to do is ask." Alison giggled just a little bit and sat down on a chair right in front of her mirror. "Pick some stuff and show me. You know what, forget it. Tight short jeans with a sexy v-neck shirt. That will suit you perfectly.
Emily laughed nervously and shook her head. "I mean I love when you're naked but I hope you're not planning on giving anyone else at that party a view of upto flawless body." The brunette couldn't believe what she'd just said but she didn't regret it. She was happy to see that Alison still chose for her. She loved the blonde's opinions on everything she did or said, etc especially when Alison complimented her. Emily got up and looked around the room. "Where on earth did you throw my clothes, Ali? I can't find anything." She pouted cutely, still looking for her bra and panties as she held the sheets tightly to cover up her body.
"Maybe I don't want you to find your clothes." Alison got up quickly, pushing Emily's back to the bed, the blonde gently rolling onto her as she straddled her hips. "Maybe we could stay home and go for round two." She joked, winking down at the brunette who had placed her hands over Alison's waist.
"All you had to was say so." Emily spoke boldly, deciding that if Alison was going to flirt, she'd flirt back. The brunette laid back down in bed and grabbed Alison's waist, squeezing slightly. "I wouldn't mind. I like it just us two better than parties anyway." Emily admitted, biting her lip and looking up at the blonde.
"Might do us some good to go out, I can introduce you to some people, who knows. Maybe I'll find a hot girl for you to hook up with." Alison joked around, she knew the two weren't committed so she could say those types of things, even if she meant it in a nice way, she knew Emily would have a sad reaction to the comment.
Emily frowned and felt her heart drop. If Alison was trying to hook her up, then the blonde probably didn't return her feelings. Emily started to think badly, thinking about how Alison probably had someone amazing to give her heart to, that it was likely not going to be her. It hurt her to realize that but what else could she do? Emily bit on her lip to stop from letting tears out. "I don't need a girl to hook up with." She dead panned as she stood up and gently shoved Alison off her.
''What the hell.'' Alison mumbled and rolled her eyes as her back hit the bed. ''Em, what do you think you're doing.'' She shouted out angrily. ''I didn't mean it that way, geeze.'' Alison frowned. She was one to speak too much and rant about pointless things, which is what she'd done. She shook her head and finally put on some sweat pants and a t-shirt, standing up beside Em. ''If you want to reject my approaches, fine. But I don't give myself to anyone, Emily, so this is the last time you'll push me off of you.'' Alison stormed off, slamming the door and walking downstairs, ending up on the balcony.
Emily didn't bother to respond. She was too hurt by what Alison had said. She didn't want anyone else but it felt pretty clear that the blonde seemed to have her eyes on someone else. Why else would she encourage Emily to hook up with someone else? The brunette was so confused. She'd waited for Alison for almost five years and still she didn't have what she wanted. "You obviously have someone better to be with, Ali." Emily spoke in a very hurt tone and quickly got dressed. Once she'd calmed down a half hour later, she decided she better look for Alison. She wandered down the hallway, trying to decide which room to enter. "Ali? Ali? Where are you?" She called out, feeling lost in the huge beach house.
Alison wandered around the beach, letting her feet sink into the sand. Her cell was in her sweat pants pockets. She had nobody better to be with, the blonde only had a bad sense of humor, which Emily didn't quite understand yet. Being alone for many years, Alison developed a lot of bad habits, some that she never wanted Alison to see in front of her. Before she knew it, however. She felt someones' hands over her mouth, a deep voice whispering to her. ''Don't move, don't scream.'' The person dragged her off somewhere, Alison passing out as she couldn't breathe.