Emily sat on Hanna's bed and watched as her girlfriend frantically plowed through her designer filled closet trying to pick out what outfit to wear.
"It's just a sleepover, why are you stressing out your outfit for the night?" Emily questioned, never understanding why Hanna was so concerned with her appearance. Hanna could wear a trash bag and still look stunning.
Hanna turned towards Emily and raised her eyebrow, "when have I not stressed about my outfit?" Emily shrugged in agreement but still counteracted, "all we're going to be doing is laying around talking and then just sleeping."
"Me and you won't be just sleeping," Hanna teased, turning back to her closet. Emily playfully rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her phone. After a few moments of silence, Hanna spoke again.
"Who do you think Alison has a date with?"
Emily looked up from her phone and made eye contact with her girlfriend, "I don't know, why?" Hanna returned a quick shrug, "I just figured you'd know. You're the closest with her out of all of us."
Emily felt uncomfortable and shifted, "that's not true. Spencer and Alison are pretty close."
"Please, they want to kill each other half of the time because they're both too obsessed with being right."
Emily slipped a soft laugh at Hanna's correct statement. Alison did always have to be right. She always wanted to take charge and refused to be second or wrong. Emily loved that about Alison. Even though that would probably frustrate most people, Emily found it to be kinda sexy how Alison never backed down from anyone or anything. The way Alison's blue eyes twinkled with confidence made Emily's heart skip a beat—
Wait, focus.
Alison is not Emily's girlfriend. Emily should not be thinking of how sexy Alison is. Even though God it's attractive when Alison knows she wants something and she fights to get it—
Stop.
"Uh, hello?" Hanna said, waving hand in front of Emily's face. "Yeah, sorry. I spaced out for a sec. What?"
Hanna rolled her eyes and puffed, "nothing." A frown wiped across of Emily's lips, "what did you say?" Hanna didn't respond, instead she continued folding the pajamas that she picked out for tonight.
"Hanna."
"What?"
The brunette stood up and made her way over to her girlfriend, wrapping one arm around her waist grin behind, "what's wrong?" Emily placed her chin on Hanna's shoulder, pressing a soft kiss onto the bare skin on her neck exposed from the top of Hanna's shirt.
Hanna shook her head, "nothing." The blonde moved from out of Emily's hold, making her way back to her closet. Emily released a sigh, bringing her hands to her sides, "why are you acting this way?"
Yet again Hanna left Emily without an answer, giving more attention to her high-end clothing than her pleading girlfriend who was practically begging for answers. Emily leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. Hanna had been acting weird ever since Emily had left her at lunch earlier today.
Hanna wouldn't have known about Alison, right? She didn't see them…involved…right?
A wave of panic ran through Emily's body. What if Hanna did know? What if she crushed the first girl who loved her conditionally and showed it?
"You still have feelings for her, don't you?"
The question hit Emily so hard and unexpectedly that it literally almost felt like it hit Emily physically. The brunette felt her throat tighten, "what?"
Hanna kept her back turned from Emily, shuffling through jackets and shirts hanging in her closet. "Alison, you still have feelings for you, don't you?"
Emily tired to keep her voice calm, although she was sure that she was miserably failing, "why would you ask me that?"
"You didn't deny it."
"Why, Hanna?"
"That's all I need to know."
The sound of Emily's phone ringing, thankfully, interrupted the moment. Emily picked up her phone from Hanna's bed as it displayed Spencer's caller ID, "hey, Spence, what's up?"
Hanna kept fuming through her closet as a little part of her died on the inside knowing that her instincts about her girlfriend were right.
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"Em, you might need to slow it down," Aria stated as she reached out to Emily's hand and grabbed the brunette's beer. A drunken slow smile wiped across of Emily's face, "I'm fine, Aria. Promise."
Emily saw blonde hair out of the corner of her eye and turned to make eye contact with her girlfriend. The swimmer walked over to Hanna, looping her arms around Hanna's waist. Hanna managed forced a smile. The blonde was still on edge about what happened a couple hours ago in her room with Emily, but she didn't want to cause a scene in front of their friends. The last thing that she needed was Spencer and Aria trying to defuse a situation between them and Alison finds out.
Hanna didn't exactly favor when Alison knew details about her relationship with Emily. Hanna didn't really favor Alison at all.
"How drunk are you?" Hanna quietly asked, slipping a arm around Emily just incase she needed the support. Emily wasn't piss drunk, or to the point of falling over, but Hanna wasn't taking any chances.
"I'm really not that drunk," Emily said before leaning forward to press her lips against Hanna's. Hanna closed her eyes and followed Emily's lead. Even though she wasn't too pleased with Emily, Hanna could probably never deny her.
Emily pulled their lips apart and gripped tighter to Hanna's waist. A devilish grin surfaced Emily's mouth, "let's go to the bathroom." Hanna's playful smile couldn't help but to come out from hiding as her flirtatious girlfriend started tugging her around of the corner and a step into the hallway.
Emily was very touchy to say the least when alcohol ran through her system. The brunette craved physical affection and it was safe to say that all of her friends knew it. It never failed that Hanna ended up with dark marks on her neck the next day when Emily had been drinking the previous night.. and sometimes it would be Alison. Just in a less viewable spot.
When Emily pulled Hanna through the bathroom door she was on a mission. Emily immediately reached for the button on Hanna's jeans, easily undoing button and belt. Hanna pressed her lips to Emily's, needing to feel her girlfriend's affection as badly as she wish she didn't. Hanna had felt like Emily had been distant lately, even sexually at times which was a big deal. Emily never passed up the opportunity to have sex, but lately she'd been tired or just avoided any sexual hints at all. But right now in this moment Hanna felt like Emily was trying to prove something. And it felt charged and heated and finally for the first time in a few weeks, right.
But the truth was, was that Emily was trying to prove something. Emily needed this. She needed this more than Hanna. The brunette needed to feel her girlfriend and know that she loved her. Emily needed to feel faithful and needed to know that she was showing the right girl attention. Emily needed to know that Hanna was just as good, if not better, than another certain blonde.
Emily pushed Hanna's pants down and reached her hand to loop the string in her girlfriend's underwear. The brunette's fingers pressed into Hanna's hips as her lips glided along the blonde's.
A small moan from Hanna's mouth put Emily in a daze. Instantly memorizes of blonde curls and icy blue eyes formed in Emily's head, making her heart race. Dimples that made her knees weak and am almost evil, but somehow angelic smile, drowned Emily's thoughts. Emily was taken back to a warm bed with pink sheets and the smell of Victoria's Secret perfume as soft blonde curls lightly danced around her face.
Emily's breath hitched as she pulled back from Hanna. Reality hit the swimmer all too hard. Her mind was flooded with a girl who wasn't her girlfriend. It was filled with the same girl who had been haunting her for weeks.. months.. years.
Hanna frowned and she caught her breath from Emily's bruising kisses, "what's wrong?" The brunette shook her head and smiled, attempting to play off any doubt in front of her girlfriend, "nothing, I just thought I heard someone coming in."
Emily reached down to button Hanna's pants back as she pressed a kiss on Hanna's cheek. She walked backwards to the door, reaching her hand out for her girlfriend to grab, "we should probably go back before someone actually does comes in." Hanna took a quick second to gather herself before she took Emily's hand and nodded, "you're probably right."
Though Emily tried to play it off, the doubt in Hanna's unsteady voice was all the answer enough that the brunette failed. Hanna didn't believe Emily's words. She couldn't. Emily was the type that didn't care if her friends caught her kissing on her girlfriend. Emily was passionate and such a hopeless romantic that she didn't care who saw her being affectionate.
Emily knew Hanna didn't believe her. She knew that doubt was swirling in her mind, but there was nothing she could do about it. At least not right now. Not while they were with their friends.
As Emily pulled Hanna around of her corner and back into the living room, her heart almost stopped beating in her chest when her eyes fell upon golden blonde curls.
"It's about time you two showed back up," Aria giggled, "we tried to tell Ali that it could be a while."
"Please tell me that you did not defile my bathroom," Spencer groaned, eyeing Emily more so more than Hanna.
Blonde hair twirled as a head turned making crystal blue eyes collide with chocolate brown ones. The the sight of the girl made Emily's legs shake. No.. just blame it on the alcohol. It was just the buzz, right?
Hanna tugged on Emily's hand, "we tried to be careful," she responded to Spencer, ignoring Aria and Alison. Emily snapped her eyes from Alison and to her girlfriend to play along, "sorry, Spence."
"I should be used to it now with you two," Spencer mumbled taking another sip of her wine. Alison's eyes danced with a curious gaze as Emily slumped on Spencer's couch, Hanna falling into her lap.
Emily could feel the tension in the room build. It was so heavy that it felt like an actual physical force binding her and the two blondes in the room together.
"I didn't know we were drinking tonight," Alison said, breaking the silence in the room. "I was just having this glass to wind down for the night and make me tired. Em here is the only one who's really drinking," Spencer replied.
Alison flicked her eyes to Emily, "why are you drinking?" Emily took a breath and shrugged, "just wanted a few beers, that's all." Alison's nose scrunched, "ew, beer?" Hanna tightened her arms around Emily's neck, "she likes beer."
Alison's ocean eyes shifted up to Hanna, "really? I always thought she liked liquor." There was a hint of, what was that? Sassiness in Alison's voice? There was definitely something. Something that made the other blonde tick. Hanna kept her eyes connected with Alison's as she pressed a kiss to the top of Emily's head, "I guess you don't know her as well as you think you do after all."
"Hanna," Emily quickly cursed. Hanna rolled her eyes and lifted herself off of her girlfriend's lap, "can you defend your girlfriend for once?"
Aria's typically big eyes grew larger as they filled with worry. The tiny brunette eyed Spencer who was looking at her back with the same panicked expression. When Alison and Hanna got into it, it was probably the worst out of the five. Years ago it was Alison and Spencer who could cause catastrophic damage but ever since Emily and Hanna started dating, Hanna and Alison took the lead for the biggest blow outs.
"You're not her fucking guard dog, Emily. You're my girlfriend," Hanna snapped. Emily stood with Hanna, reaching out for her waist, "babe, I know that. Can you please come back here. I wasn't defending her, I was—,"
"You were what? Please enlighten us all what you were doing then," Hanna cut. Alison stood from Spencer's chair, "you know, maybe I should just go." Aria reached for Alison's arm, "you don't have to do that, Ali."
"No, maybe she should!" Hanna barked. Spencer took a breath and jumped in now, sitting her wine glass on the coffee table, "Hanna, that's enough. Stop and calm down."
A sarcastic chuckle slipped from Hanna's lips, "it's funny, really, it is. Maybe I should actually go. Everyone clearly seems to want Alison over me." The blonde looked back at Emily, "isn't that right, babe?"
Hanna picked her keys off of the table and made her way to the door. When she passed the queen bee she didn't mind one bit when her shoulder knocked against Alison's. If it would have been anyone else, Alison would have snapped back with words that were laced with venom, but she knew that in this situation she had no choice but to back off.
"Hanna, please—," Emily pleaded, her brown eyes dulling at the scene playing out in front of her. The brunette was cut off when Spencer's door slammed shut, leaving yet again only four out of the five girls in the room.
"What the hell was that?" Spencer questioned, looking between Emily and Alison, "what has been going on with you three? It's been a curious act the past few days now. Alison, what is going on?"
"Don't ask me, it's her girlfriend," Alison replied, pointing to a flustered Emily. Before Emily could even respond, Alison kept going, "I'm just going to go too. It's been a long day and after that I don't think I'm in the mood to hang." The blonde made up her decision, so before anyone could attempt to persuade her, which wouldn't have happened anyway, she made her way out of Spencer's barn shutting the door behind of her.
Spencer threw her hands up, "seriously?!" Aria put a small hand on Spencer's arm to calm her down, "I'm staying tonight regardless, Spence. It's fine."
Emily couldn't stop her feet, they just keep going. Before she could even process her thoughts she walked outside. Emily could hear Hanna's car starting up in Spencer's driveway but she could see Alison a few feet in front of her, cutting through Spencer's backyard to walk next door to her house.
Emily had to made a decision. And she did.