A/N: I have decided to write a Paily fic but I will be posting on here as much as I can as well. Every Paily chapter up will also mean an Emison chapter up.
Leapyearbaby29: You've asked me that question before and it's Clexa that I ship. As for Paily and Emison, it was Paily at first because I despised bitchy Ali but sweet Ali with Emily is really sweet so I guess 50-50? (They were at the Radley Hotel).
The title of the Paily fic will be… (read through the chapter to find out) ;-)
Beneath those eyes
Chapter 6
I stirred from my sleep and reached around blindly for my phone at the nightstand. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. It was the weekend and I'm awake at 7.30. I put my phone down and closed my eyes, trying to fight the energy that was surfacing from all those years of being an athlete. I stayed in the position, trying to force sleep into my body. After five minutes and no avail, I decided to get up. Staying here in bed would only mean wasting time and the possibility of waking Alison up. I dragged myself out of bed and put on some workout clothes. Time to go for a jog. "Emily?" I looked over to the voice and saw Spencer, in similar clothing jogging towards me. "Morning," I forced a smile and walked down the steps. "Are you okay? You look stressed. Do you need someone to talk to?" Spencer scanned me up and down and realized that my posture was odd. "You didn't sleep well, did you? You shouldn't go for a run when your body isn't feeling up to it." I can't help but roll my eyes at her. "I know, Spence. I was once an athlete remember? I just need to burn off some energy." Spencer gave me the Hastings look. The 'I know you're just saying shit to get yourself out of trouble' look. "We'll talk on the jog. Come on." I started a light jog away, knowing full well that Spencer could catch up. "Emily, wait! You're not stretched!"
"You kissed Paige and Alison saw? That's why she was so upset?" I rolled my eyes and nodded as Spencer confirmed the series of events for what seemed like the 30th time. "Emily, stop for a moment. You need to figure out how to make it up to her." I scoffed and slowed to a stop. "Is there any way that you can make up to someone that caught you cheating with an ex that you've spent a few years close to and also just broke up with after trying to date them again?" Spencer put on her thinking face and zoned out. It was nearly impossible to get her attention when she does this. I rolled my eyes again and started on doing cooling down exercises. This jog was as good as done. It was long enough to get the excess energy out of my system, leaving barely enough to get me through the day. "Em? Spencer?" The blood that was previously rushing through my veins drained off as I heard the familiar voice. Too fucking soon. I turned around and forced a smile. "Paige, hi." I heard Spencer say before I gave anything away on my face. "I didn't think you still ran this trail?" I looked at Spencer for help. "We don't. Well, not often. Only when we want to challenge ourselves. See if our age is catching up to us. This is, after all, the hardest trail there is in Rosewood." I see Paige nod at Spencer and politely smiled at the both of us. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. It's almost 9 and I need to get to the church to arrange the funeral by 10.30 after a breakfast with my mum." Spencer smiled back and nodded. "How are you guys doing, by the way?" Paige gave a shrug. "As good as we can."
Since Spencer was too caught up thinking about the situation and how I can make it up to Alison and didn't do her cooling down exercise, we brisk walked out of the trail and walked slowly the rest of the way to Spencer's and Alison's street. Our usual way being to jog back, this gave us an opportunity to think and talk. "Even the great Spencer Hastings can't think of a way for me to make it up to Ali. I told you there wasn't a way to make up to someone that you've cheated on." I turned to Spencer as we arrived at her door. "Ali's been through a lot. Don't forget that. It's hard for her to trust someone," Spencer leaned in to give me a hug and smiled at me. "My point exactly." I muttered as I turned to walk back home. If Alison wasn't awake, I'll have to start breakfast. Not surprisingly, Alison wasn't awake yet. The events of yesterday and the scare last night must've really worn her out. I sighed and got out some pancake mix out of the fridge, along with some fruits and chocolate chips.
"Ali, baby, wake up!" I called up the stairs. The room door was closed but I was sure my voice could be heard. Even since the whole A thing happened, we were mostly light sleepers, give and take a few days. I plated our breakfast, 3 stacks of pancakes, each of a different kind, each of Alison's favourite kind. I didn't even realize. I gave myself a mental pat on the back and worked on cleaning up. "Morning," I turned around to see a still very sleepy Alison rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "I made breakfast. You go ahead first while I head up for a shower." I walked over, intending to give Alison a kiss but remembered where we were at. "Where did you go?" She looked over and finally realized that I was sweaty and had workout clothes on. "I went on a run with Spencer," I didn't think that it was much of a deal for me to go out for a run until I heard a fork slam on the clear marble countertop. "Breakfast won't cover your cheating ass," Alison barked out bitterly before stalking upstairs and slamming the door. I walked over to the couch and sat down, defeated. "It wasn't even my intention," I muttered under my breath and held head in my hands. I let a few tears drop, just this time.
I let myself cry until I heard the door unlock upstairs. Cleaning my tears away, I stood up and waited for the footsteps to come downstairs, hoping that my eyes don't give out the face that I had been crying. I waited for a few more seconds, maybe a few minutes and no footsteps came. I'm not going to lie but I was a little worried at this point. Was she hurting again? I pushed all feelings to the side and bolted to the top. "Alison!" I ran towards the room and burst through the door. There was Alison, lying down on her side and wearing red lacy underwear and black 6 inch heels. She had on minimal make up, other than the red lipstick that she had coating her lips. "Do you want to take that shower together?" I felt the heat instantly rush between my legs and had to tense my jaw to make sure that it didn't drop. "Alison, what are you doing? I thought you were hurt." I stood by the door, scared this time. I didn't dare enter the room, no matter how much I wanted to. "Come here baby." Alison stood up and walked over, her heels clicking on the wooden floor in our room. I didn't move anywhere. I just stood there and let Alison walk the distance between us. Alison was in my face, her smirk mocking me as she wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her face close to my ear. "Fuck me like you mean it, killer." Her tone smug. She knew I wanted her and she used that to mock me. She pulled back and our lips crashed together.
We were both stumbling towards the bed with our hands roaming free. When we fell on the bed and Alison's hands start to tug on the hem of my shirt, I knew I had to stop her. "Ali, baby. Stop." I pulled away from her and got off the bed. "What's gotten into you?" I looked at her questioningly. "I'm a horny and pregnant young adult that wants to have sex. Is that so hard to understand?" I looked at her and blinked. Did she think I was stupid? "Look at the state of yourself Alison. You're dressed in that skimpy outside, which I'm not complaining about but you were trying to seduce me. Alison if you wanted to have sex, you don't have to dress up and everything." Alison looked right at me and started tearing up. "Why did you do it? Is it because I don't please you enough in bed? Is it because I'm burdening you or because I'm going to become a fat whale? Am I not pretty enough?" Alison broke down into sobs at her last sentence. "Ali, baby no." I sat back down on the bed and pulled her into my arms. Alison gave in this time. She sobbed into my shoulder for what seemed like hours. I draped our sheets across her bare shoulders and we held each other tightly. "I love you, Alison." I kissed the top of her head as tears fell from my eyes along with hers.
(Fated Crossing)