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(guest(s)): Yes we will see some more fantasies but farther along the road and in different stories (check out Ch 2 of my Santa's Little Helpers story) prom is coming soon…and for hitting some of you in the feels, well, I may have committed literary suicide by giving myself the feels lol

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Chapter 29: Dresses and Three Tickets?

What is more painful: When a person whom you trust hurts you? Or when the person whom you hurt, still trusts you?

Alison's POV

Weeks had past and my relationship with Em and the girls is better than ever. Six weeks with the girl I love and it had felt like forever…my mind still plays back to the night of our anniversary; it was absolutely amazing. Em was amazing, our food was amazing, our dance was amazing, Em asking me to prom was absolutely perfect, like a dream come true…and after that, the sex we had was absolutely mind blowing, probably the best the whole month we've been together, but then again, I think that every time. Something about knowing that the sex got better excited and scared me. Scared me because what if I couldn't keep pleasing her? But the way she was scratching at my back and calling my name, well…it mostly excited me. Making love to Emily, the only person I was ever wanted to love so intimately was perfect.

But our relationship wasn't just about the physical things we did. It never was to begin with, it just so happens to be a bonus. No, our relationship cut right through me to the core of who I was…who I was still trying to become. Emily was the only one who ever seen me the way I always wanted to be, but I was too afraid to show it. Too afraid to listen to Emily, yet alone allow myself to feel something for her that went beyond our friendship. I was so afraid that by the time I realized what my feelings meant, I was almost too late.

I absentmindedly stare around the room I'm in and realize it's not my own.

"Hey, Ali, did you hear me?" It was Hanna's voice; I turn over in her bed and see her sitting at her desk.

I shake my head and try to give her my best smile, "No, I'm sorry Han, what were you saying?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, "Geez Ali, would you stop daydreaming all the time, what's gotten in to you?"

"It's not a what, it's a who and that who is-"

"Okay, enough! I get it okay. You two are crazy you know that?"

I rolled on my back on her back and let my hair fall over the edge, "Yeah Hanna, crazy in love."

Hanna immediately started laughing as she got up to sit by me, then throwing a nearby pillow in my face.

I sat up to face her, "hey, what the hell was that for?"

She lurched forward and took a hold of my shoulders, shaking me as she pretended to yell, "Who the hell are you and where have you taken my friend Alison? Ali, hello? Ali? Are you still in there?" She was yelling in my face, so close I could smell the pepperoni pizza.

"Hanna, stop, what the hell are you doing, stop being weird."

She pulled away and sat back against her bed frame, "I'm not the weird one, you are."

"No I'm not-"

"Oh yes you are, the Ali I know would never say stuff like that, I mean I would expect it from Emily, but not you."

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, "well, I've changed Hanna, I'm not who I was a few months ago, I'm a different person than who I was, better."

She looked her over, the playfulness in her eyes fading, "I know."

I uncrossed my arms and scooted closer to her, "what is that supposed to mean, why'd you say it like that?" Her voice sounded off, I couldn't place it but I knew she had more to say.

"Nothing, it's just that, can I be proud of you?"

It was my turn to let out a laugh. But it didn't last long until I realized that tone in her voice was seriousness.

"Proud? Of me? Hanna, we're the same age, and you're not my mo- you're not my parent."

She looked at her hands and then back to me, "yeah, I know that, but that doesn't mean I'm not proud of you. We are all proud of each other sometimes, we were proud of Em for coming out, for doing great in swimming, we were proud of Spencer for sticking up to you before and for defending herself. It can happen between friends ya' know."

I decided she was right, because even though I was a bitch to Hanna before, I was proud of her when she lost all that weight, and I was proud of Aria when she confronted her dad about his affair. "Okay, so maybe you've got a point. But, what is it exactly that you're proud of me for?"

She smiled and said plainly, "Emily."

I quirked an eyebrow at her, "what does Em have to do with any of this?" My blonde friend was the one being weird now, it was unlike Hanna to give insightful talks like this, serious talks, but I guess I wasn't the only one who had changed, we all had.

She took a breath before going on, "I- I- when you left-disappeared- Emily was devastated, crushed, she tried so hard not to show it, but the cracks she was hiding were just getting deeper, and regardless of how wide they got, she didn't let anybody in."

I had to stop her, because I've heard it a million times, I've played it in my head, and every time that I was reminded by it, I found it hard to breathe and my chest tightened, "Han, I've heard this over and over okay, I-"

She put her hand up, "Ali, I'm not trying to open old wounds here, just hear me out okay?"

I nodded and reluctantly sat still, letting her finish.

"I-well me, Spence and Aria- all watched her the first couple weeks, break down and distance herself, that smile of hers faded, her laugh was hardly ever heard and soon it was like that for all of us, we branched out and grew out of reach with another, and the only thing holding us together was you.

"A year after we all thought you were dead, the A messages started, and we all started hanging out again, but I could tell that even though we all seemed okay, Emily was different. Spencer pointed out that she was poisoned by the hope that maybe you were still alive. The way she would act when you were mentioned, or the way she talked about you…I may be dumb sometimes, but I'm not stupid."

Strangely enough, that made sense, and it was true.

"Anyways, we were all starting to wonder what would happen and how we would deal with the fact that after a year, you had to be dead, no one had said it yet, but we all thought it. I think Em thought it, but she didn't believe it, she couldn't. And even when Maya was around and she got better, I knew, I knew it the looks they shared were right. Believe it or not Ali, but before you left, I caught the way Em watched you, or the way you would steal glances at her when no one was looking, I knew that between you two there was love. It seemed crazy and impossible but filling and sure. But the 'love' she had with Maya wasn't the same. I knew the holes burrowed away in Em's heart weren't filled. Not with Maya and not even with Paige. Em was never the weakest, she is the strongest…but she's also not the worst liar like we all think."

Hanna kept talking and for the first time, I let her, I listened and I sat, mouth closed hands in my lap with my legs criss-crossed and I let my heart clench, listening to every word, soaking it in like a sponge.

"Em may be a terrible in public, and too other people, but she was the best at lying to herself. Like you, maybe even better. She lied when she thought she could get over you, or forget you, and she lied to us and herself when she agreed with us on you being A.

She rubbed the tops of her legs and took a deep breath. "Ali, I'm proud of you because of who you turned Em into. I know we've all thought and said that it was the other way around, but you've changed her too, and for the better, not for the bad ways when you were still, well the old Alison. I see it, you make her happy, and she makes you happy. You guys are like that Ying-Yang thing."

I allowed myself to laugh now that her voice was returning to the playful one everyone was used to.

"Ali, I'm serious, you know for a long time I thought – we all thought – that there was no way you would ever win Em back."

"Gee, thanks."

"But you did. You guys need each other, like really need one another, and I am proud of you as your friend that you finally got your shit together, stopped acting like a little chicken and got your girl."

I picked up a pillow and threw it at her. "You, did not just call me a chicken, you bitch!"

"Whatcha gonna do Ali?"

I smirked, "I should kick your ass, but I don't think Em would be to happy with us if I did."

"Haha, Alison DiLaurnetis, you are so whipped."

Okay, if Hanna wanted to tease, she would get what she asked for, "Whipped?"

"Yes, by Em." She was laughing.

I smirked at her, "Oh yeah, you bet your ass I am. Em has whipped me, spanked me, handcuffed me to her bed and-"

"Wait handcuffed? Woah you go Em."

"Geez Hanna, you're impossible, you dork."

She shrugged, "takes a dork to know one."

"I am not a dork."

"Whatever you say….," she got up and walked out her door, "…dork."

Emily's POV

Spencer pulled in front of Hanna's house and me, her, and Aria all got out to meet Ali and Hanna. We set aside this whole weekend to go dress shopping for Prom. Yeah, a whole weekend because Prom shopping to Hanna meant dresses, shoes, purses, and accessories of course. We walked into the house I made my way up the stairs, knowing Ali would be upstairs with Hanna but I didn't have to wait long to see either of them because as I passed Hanna on the stairs, I soon heard Ali's voice close behind.

"That's it, I'm kicking your ass, I don't care what Em-"

And then our bodies collided right as I reached the top step and to prevent us from taking a nasty tumble down the stairs, I forced my body forward, wrapping my arms around her torso, both of us falling, landing on my arms and her back.

"Ugh, Jesus Christ what the hell?" Ali scrambled under me to move the long tangles of blonde hair from her face.

I smiled when her eyes settled on me, "well hello to you too."

"Emily," she sounded shocked to see me, shocked but happy, I loved that she got this way…that we both got this way with each other.

She leaned up to kiss me and when she pulled away I asked, "now what was that you were screaming? You don't care if I what?" I waited for her answer but was interrupted when Hanna called from down below, "aww c'mon, can you guys not do that on my stairs? Or in my house at all, thanks."

Ali and I laughed and I helped her up.

"Sorry Han," Ali said, "but I think you're already too late on that second request." Ali slinked her hand into mine, squeezed her fingers around mine and winked.

Hanna stood wide eyed and mouth open before she started her rant, "what the, oh hell no! Em, tell me it's not true, this is not funny Ali! Em, tell me you're joking?"

I was blushing, hoping Ali would save me from answering this one, but she didn't say a word and before I knew it, we were off the stairs and face to face with Hanna, I shrugged and tried to smile at her, "Um, sure, we're joking?" I cringed when I was done, and Hanna face was priceless.

"Ohmygodohmygod. You guys, oh hell no, you are both banned from my house! Where, when…WHY?!"

Ali laughed next to me and the other girls joined in, overhearing every word.

"Hanna, calm down."

"Calm down," Hanna threw her hands up in the air, "how? You guys had sex in my house and I didn't know!"

Spencer stepped in before it looked like Hanna was going to pass out, "yeah, Hanna and you and Caleb having sex in my family's lake house…on my nana's couch is any better?"

Hanna huffed, it looked like she was about to say something but closed her mouth, "fine" she barely muttered between closed teeth, "but never again. Never. N-E-V-E-R. How's that for the spelling bee."

"Great Hanna I answered, and we're sorry, really we are, aren't we Ali." I turned to Ali who had an amused look on her face this whole time.

"Yeah Han, I'm sorry I totally couldn't control Em and fucked her in your bathroom last week."

And all of us including myself, "Ali!" But she just smiled and shrugged her shoulder, "what she asked? I had to answer her!"

Aria made her way to the door, opening it for all of us, "can we just go already and find some dresses?"

"Yeah, what Aria said." Spencer grabbed her keys and walked out, followed by Aria, me and Ali and Hanna last, locking her door and muttering just loud enough for us to hear, "unbelievable, I'm never using that bathroom, EVER, ever again."

I climbed into the car with Ali sitting right next to me in the back, next to Aria. Ali placed her hand high in my thigh and whispered impossibly low into my ear, "I'm not really sorry that I did that Em," I swallowed, keeping my breathing even, "I'd do you anywhere."

"Ali," I tried to say so now one in the car would hear us.

She kissed my cheek and blew softly in my ear, "just wait until we go try on dresses, the fitting rooms have a lot more space than a small bathroom."

Oh god, today was going to be a loooong day.

Two Hours Later…

Alison's POV

We had already spent an hour in this store trying on hundreds of dresses and the five of us were feeling less hopeful that we'd find the right dress for us all in this store Hanna dragged us into. We found some that had potential to be great Prom dresses but so many things went wrong. Aria's was too long, Spencer's was too roomy in the chest department, Hanna's chest was smothered in hers and between Em and I, we just couldn't find two dresses that seemed to go well together, and then Hanna's voice rang through my ears, "yeah, think of color scheme guys, oh and the theme, what it is again?"

In unison Emily and I answered, "A Night in Paris."

"Wow, that was creepy, I thought only twins had that telephonetic powers."

"Aria," Aria started.

"What?" I watched Han shrug, completely unaware.

"It's telepathic." Spencer corrected.

Hanna looked even more confused, "well, what did I say? You know what, it doesn't matter, nevermind."

Hanna brushed it off and the four of us shared a laugh.

"Ali, how much do you really need to match with one another? I mean, if we want to find a dress in here, we're going to have to pick one of these."

Em gestured her hand over a chair sitting in front of the dressing rooms, with two stacks of dresses – hers and mine- sitting high on them, and no matter what combination we had, none went well together.

"Em, c'mon, I want Prom to be perfect, we can go wearing colors that clash." I tried reasoning with her.

"Well, why not?" She had no idea to think ahead.

"Emily, seriously, for the pictures! Don't you want to have pictures wear we look like a couple, not just two girls who fell from a skittle's bag?" I pointed at the top two dresses that were next to each other in their piles.

Em looked and cringed at the dresses "yeah, I guess you're right. That purple and this green would be…"

"Disastrous? Hideous? A complete injustice to humanity?"

She laughed, "okay, maybe not that far but yeah, we wouldn't be too aesthetically pleasing in those dresses."

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, "you know Em, if were up to me," but then Hanna and her impeccable timing came barging in with four long dresses in her arms, "Okay guys, I think I found the perfect dresses for you, and they match and they're perfect with the theme!"

She threw them at the two of us before we could even protest. "And they're not even expensive! That means you can spend more on the shoes!"

Em and I stood stunned for a few moments before Hanna started ushering us into the fitting rooms, "Go look, there are plenty of rooms open, go try them on! Aria and Spencer just found the dresses they want, and I think if the lady can send that pink one in to get it altered in time, I'm going to go with that one."

"Ugh, so it's just us then?" I looked at Em and then to the huge pile we had made trying to find the perfect dress.

"Yup, just waiting on you guys. I mean the two of you looked drop dead gorgeous in any one of those dresses," she pointed behind us to all the failed attempts at matching them, "but these are a little less bold in color but they're sexy as hell and are really elegant at the same time, just like something you both would wear in Paris when you get married."

I stopped breathing for a second when Hanna mentioned marriage. I hadn't really thought that far ahead. I thought crossed my mind but I never considered the location let alone the dresses and being the one to have Em's hand in marriage, vowing our love to one another.

"Um," Emily's voice, shy and awkward cut the silence.

"What," Hanna said, "I know you both want to go there so bad, why not get married there? Or at least have your honeymoon there?"

"Hanna, we're barely 18 and still have college and I don't even know…" Em's voice trailed, losing all confidence. It was probably because college was still a big fat question mark.

"Yeah, Han, don't be ridiculous, we're too young to think about," I couldn't say getting married. I couldn't say it because the moment I thought it, my mind spun out of control, playing vivid images of Paris, of a giant clearing in a field of flowers on a cliff overlooking a French Riviera, the Eiffel Tower in the background. In my mind I was turning over my shoulder and watched as Emily emerged at my side and we were walked by our dads down an isle to get married. In my mind I seen Hanna as our maid of honor, Spencer and Aria as our bridesmaids. I shuddered and I tried to forget the images that seemed like an impossible dream.

"What, don't act like you two haven't thought about it? You guys are meant for one another, we all see that. So what does it matter how old you are when you tie the knot?"

"It just does Hanna, there are a lot of other things that a couple has to talk about and sort out, before they can." I shot a sad look at Em who had yet to talk to me about college. It was irritating but she managed to deflect the conversation every time I tried to bring it up.

"Well, when this 'couple' is done talking, you let us know."

"Us?" Em asked, asking exactly what I was thinking.

"Yeah, US. You know me, Aria, and Spencer."

"Why all of you?" I asked, and it sounded harsher than I had meant it to be.

"Oh, c'mon, the three of us were made to plan your wedding." I looked at Em and after we exchanged looks of confusion, "we're not following."

"Ugh," Hanna sighed, "okay fine, you guys want to get married 10 years from now, whatever, but think about it. Spencer will be some big-shot lawyer who I'm sure could work out the legalities and find the perfect spot and work out the budget and that Spencery stuff she would like. Aria would be photography for some big time magazine or something so she could easily hook up the picture taking and would totally be into the decorations and me well, hah, once I take Vera Wang's spot in fashion, well I could have each of your dresses custom designed and everything. Just think. We're the perfect team."

I brushed my hair behind my ear and slowly turned to Em, her face was flushed and I could tell she was thinking the same thing.

We stammered for words and Hanna laughed at our loss, "don't choke on it now, but when the time comes, I better hear 'oh Hanna you were right.'"

Em and I awkwardly laughed, nervously looking at one another and back to our crazy friend.

"Yeah, sure Hanna," I teased.

"I'll take that as a maybe…oh and I want you first daughter named after me."

Emily started in a fit of coughs.

"Kids, seriously Hanna? We were just kids, barely legally considered adults."

I grabbed Emily's hand, even though she was using it to hold up the dress, I looked into her eyes, and pictured little versions of her running around our house, I imagined being called mom. "No, we won't name our kids after you Hanna, but maybe you can be one of their godmothers."

Hanna grinned wide and walked away after saying, "deal, now go try those on, we still have to find shoes."

She walked away and left Em and I to ourselves. The shop was small and aside from the two ladies working here, only the five of us were in it.

"Ali," Em started when I turned around to face her. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

"It's okay Em, I know we haven't talked yet, and I'm trying so hard to be patient with you, but you should know, that even though I have no idea what we're going to do about college, I do it you know."

"Do what Ali?"

I took a quick deep breath and looked up at her brown eyes, twinkling with curiosity, "I do it. I picture everything Hanna was talking about. I lie to myself when I try to whisk the dreams away, but I do Em. I picture us married and older and having kids and getting all grey together, old and retelling parts of our lives to our grandchildren, about how we met, how we fell in love and stayed in love to tell them all about it, and maybe I'm crazy but I see it happening and some days I look into your eyes, your eyes that I want our kids to have, kids, because yes I want more than one. I want them to be kind and have your warm eyes, and when I look at you and wake up next to you, I imagine that you think the same things sometimes. Do you Em, god I'm rambling. Don't answer, no wait, answer me please."

Emily leaned forward and put her finger to my lips. When my mouth stopped moving she dropped her hand and smiled lightly, "To be honest, I don't think about it sometimes Ali."

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach and I wanted to run.

"I don't just think about it sometimes," Em reached her hand under my chin, lifting it up, "and that's because I think about it all the time. When I sleep, when I look at you, as I kiss you and hold you in my arms, I imagine our life years from now, still wrapped up in each other. And then I imagine our kids, little girls, or boys, running around but they don't have my eyes, they have yours. Your electric blue that I lose myself in, that find a way to shine brighter than any light in the room, especially when you're smiling. I imagine coming home and hearing little voices, calling us mom. I do think about it, I just- I just couldn't convince myself that you did too. I had no idea that that's what you would want."

"Em, we're young, but we know love, and thinking about the same future together is just a small part of being in love."

"Ali, then I have to tell you about college, I need to-"

I put my hand on her arm, "it's not the time or the place, Em; let's just get through today okay? We'll talk tonight."

Emily's POV

Ali didn't let me tell her what I had – what my parents had planned – after graduation, so we proceeded to going into the fitting rooms and trying on the dresses. I seen Ali's dresses Hanna had picked out: one was navy blue and the other one was a crème color. I closed the door to my room and looked down at the two dresses Hanna had found me and I was surprised that I hadn't seen them before because they were gorgeous.

I heard a knock on the door before I even had a chance to get undressed.

"Em, open up, tell me what you think."

I set the dresses the down and opened the door, my jaw dropped.

"Wow. Wow. You look wow."

"Em, you're vocabulary is amazing, Spencer would be proud."

I looked her up and down, she had the crème colored one on and against her fair skin she looked elegant and sexy and wow.

"You look good, I like that one."

"Yeah?" Her eyes were dark, her mouth playful.

"Yeah," I repeated, walking towards her, "I like it a lot." I leaned in and before my lips could brush against hers she pulled away, a laugh cracking in her chest, "then I better try on the other one to see what you think?"

"Ugh, you tease." I closed the door and tried on the gold dress. It was a closer to a fainter yellow, Ali's favorite color, but the sheerness of the fabric, its shine, made the color of the dress classify as gold.

I did a twirl in it and checked all the angles in the mirror, but I had no clue how it would fit all the way up my torso.

"Um, Ali?" I called out loud enough so she could hear me.

"Yeah? Did you put one on?"

"Yeah, but can you come and zip me? I can't reach."

I heard her door click open and opened mine before she knocked again. And at the same time we both stopped in our tracks, "DAMN."

Ali was in the second dress, I was navy blue, studded with golden embellishments around the waist, on shoulders and even lower along the dress, so light that you could only see it near the hem when she moved and light caught the shimmering.

I could feel Ali's eyes roaming over me too. Her eyes dropping to my chest, down over my waist.

"Damn Em, I think that's the winner. Don't even try on the other one. I love that."

I smirked, "yeah that one is too, and our colors go good together." Ali came into the dressing room and shut the door behind her, "remind me to thank Hanna later."

I didn't know why but suddenly when Ali walked into the fitting room with me, the room seemed smaller and the air around me was hotter. I swallowed hard, "Yeah, I love this gold one and it's your favorite color too." I looked at Ali who had moved behind me, her hands resting low on my hips.

"Yeah Em, and blue is yours…it's a win-win." Her breath was hot on my neck and it traveled down my back. I could feel the small hairs on my back raise.

"Ali, just zip me, please." But it came out with less confidence than I wanted. Already I was breathless.

"Fucking Christ," Alison groans. "You smell so good Em. I could just eat you right now."

That was it, my breathing stopped, my next breath getting trapped in my chest. Ali leaned forward and kissed my neck. I looked up at us in the body length mirror adorning the wall opposite of us. Ali met my gaze through the mirror and I could feel the heat of them warm my body. Her eyes were lustful, her kisses lingering on my skin too long to be innocent.

"Ali, what are you doing?" I tried to keep my voice even, but it was barely a whisper, my breathing was shallow.

"C'mon Em," her voice was just as ragged as mine, "don't you want to be eaten?" Her voice laced with sex. It was silky and sent a shiver down my back.

Suddenly, Ali slips her hand under the straps on my shoulder and glides the dress down, low enough so the front hangs on my chest. I fight the urge to slam her body up against the door and have my way with her by biting onto my lip.

"Answer me Emily." Her voice has changed, its husky now and my eyes widen when I realize she's taking her dress off. Behind her Ali takes everything off until she is standing in nothing but hot pink colored lingerie, and I realized she planned for this to happen, but instead of being upset, in that moment I just wanted to be pressed tightly against her.

Her smile increases when I look at her in the mirror, and before I know it I let a small "yes" escape my lips and the moment it leaves my mouth, she throws herself against my back and attacks my neck, "that's my girl," she replies with a devilish grin.

Soon I'm standing in nothing but my bra and panties; thank God I decide to coordinate today, but not that that mattered.

Ali spun me around, wrapping her legs around me and smashing our lips together in a messy kiss and my hands slide down, grasping her ass to push her back against the mirror, hard enough I thought I may have cracked it with her.

"God, Em I like when you're rough," it wasn't my intention, but as Ali says that between kisses I can't help but feel heat pool between my legs. My mouth opens wider for Ali as her tongue swirls, hot and erotic, in my mouth, then she bites my bottom lip, causing me to whimper.

"I like the sound of you whimpering like that," Alison moans into my neck as I grab her ass harder, my fingers pushing into her flesh. She drops to her feet, keeping one leg wrapped up around my waist and rocks her core against my thigh, leaning back against the mirror. Which gave me a thought, that the next time we had sex at our house, I wanted to do it with a mirror, take her from behind as we were standing, using the mirror to watch her every face. But I was cut off from those thoughts by Ali, desperately yanking at what little we had on left.

I tried to talk to her; I didn't think we would actually do this here, now, but I have trouble breathing while I feel her hands roaming all over my almost naked body. "Take it off." She demands me and when I shake my head, Ali makes this growl, pushing me back across the small room until my back slams into the wall. She yanks my bra off, and before she slips her fingers into my already soaking panties, I grab her wrist and spin us around, but that doesn't stop her, she resumes her assault and runs her hands possessively all up and down my torso, cupping my breasts and scraping her nails along my stomach.

I watched as she closed her eyes, tilting her head back, and giving me full access to her neck, which I can't ignore, returning the roughness by leaving my own love bites over her skin, causing her to bite her plump lip. We both knew that if she moaned loudly, this would all be over. Soon the flat of her hands run over my body again, moving slowly up, over my breasts, covering them and giving each a light squeeze. I squirm, trapped between her body and the wall. Ali takes her own bra off and presses them into me, our nipples rubbing each other into hardened buds. She wriggles her thigh in between my legs, pressing my core, hard. So hard that I fight to suppress my own moans. Ali's lips ghost over my flesh, her mouth traveling lower until she's placing hot and sloppy wet open-mouthed kisses over my breasts. On its own accord, my hand moves and tangles into her hair the same time she reaches for my panties. She starts sliding them down and I try, although not very hard, to stop her.

"Ali we're in a public place and the girls are waiting-"

"Oh please," Ali smirks, leaving small bites along the length of my neck, "so you mean to say I can't carry out one of my fantasies, but you could when we were at the theaters?" She asked with raised eyebrows and I could feel myself getting wetter against her thigh.

"Yes or no, Em," Ali asks again in a throaty voice that dampens my panties again. She lets her hand that was playing with my nipple slip up to my neck and hold it firmly, it was new and thrilling the way she was so possessive over me, causing me to gasp in surprise.

"I'm going to get you naked and have my way with you, whether you like it or not Em, I let you fuck me in the movie theaters, now it's my turn," by this time she was growling into my ear and I moaned, writhing my center against her leg, while she relentlessly sucked on my skin just underneath my ear.

In one quick move, her panties were off and her bare leg resumed its place between mine, greeting herself with my soaked panties.

"You're so wet babe," she whispered into my ear.

"Take it off," I practically plead, wishing all fabric would disappear. Ali ignores my plead but continues to press her fingers to me, rubbing my sensitive clit through the wet fabric.

"Say please," she demands me as her returns between our bare breasts, holding on of mine roughly, grabbing and pinching my nipple until I gasp quiet. "Ahh-please, Ali," she rubs my clit harder, faster, not saying anything

"Please, oh god, mmhm, please, oh fuck me," I threw my head back so hard, it made that walls of the rest of the room rattle, the mirror across from us shaking ever so slightly. Finally, Ali slips her hand into my panties and pushes them down, giving her access to run her fingers up barely pushing through my slit.

"What is it you told me before? Be quiet or someone will hear and then I'll stop? So do as I say Em, don't let anyone hear you."

"Oh god, I don't even care, let them," I whimpered, letting go of my inhibition and letting all shame or embarrassment fly out the window as Ali worked her fingers into the muscles around my hips then sliding them back over my center, her fingers playing with her wet folds.

Ali teases me, "You fool everyone but me, Em, I know how hot you always are for me, I'm not the only horny one all the time like everyone thinks."

She was right, hardly anyone but Ali and sometimes Hanna, knew exactly how much I yearned for Ali, or just how often, so I told her in the best voice I could manage, "ah, just for you baby."

She hummed in agreement and I cried out, Ali had managed to maneuver our bodies to the edge of the small chair adorned with cushions, throwing the rejected dresses to the ground and pushing me towards it, so hard that I fall forward, hands landing on the sides of the chair, steadying me. I try to stand up, but I'm shoved forward by hot hands, "stay there and don't move." Ali's stern voice alarms me. I look up into the mirror and behind me I can see Ali, standing behind my bent over body her eyes dark her lip curled up in a growl like curve. I feel myself getting impossibly wetter, some of my juices beginning to slide down my leg. In this position I feel very vulnerable: ass sticking upwards, giving Ali a line of direct access to my now dripping slit. "Ali please-" I begin, but I'm cut off quick when I feel her push two fingers between my thighs, slipping into me from behind. My body jolts from this new sensation and I drop my head into chair, closing my eyes and desperately pushing my body back, harder into Ali's fingers, trying to get her to go deeper, trying to ride her hand and feel her fill me.

"Damn Em, you're so tight," I can feel Ali, moaning behind me. "Look at me." It's not a question so I snap my neck up and watch Ali as her arm starts to move slowly, her fingers starting to thrust in and out of me. She then leans forward, never breaking our eye contact and she moans softly when her body is bent over mine, her free hand snaking around to rub my stomach and then up to my breast where she gives it a pinch.

Ali increases the speed and I feel myself tighten around her, it wouldn't be long before she brought me to my climax. Her fingers worked in and out of my hot center, her free hand still caressing my breasts. But then Ali pulled her hand away and wrapped it around my front, entering me again with an added finger, and in order for her to keep up her thrusts, she pressed the full length of her body against me. I stood up and instead leaned against the mirror, getting a full view of my naked body and Ali behind me, her hand snaked around my body, her fingers buried deep within.

Ali moved up to her tiptoes and in my ear told me, "I want you to watch me fuck you Em. Don't take your eyes off me." I did as I was told, unable to concentrate on doing anything else other than what she told me to. When she stood flat on her feet, her hardened nipples rubbed into my back and my ass was pressed flush against her center. She was hot and wet. "Fuck Alison." I hissed between clenched teeth as I watch her through the mirror, her fingers disappearing and reappearing again and again.

Ali's free hand reaches out and grabs one of the hands gripping the edge of the mirror, she pulls it away with hers, making me support my body weight now, with my left hand. "I want you to touch yourself with me Em." My body shudders and she places her hand on top of mine, guiding it down to my clit, where she coaches my fingers in circular motions. It was nothing like I'd ever experienced so my only words that managed to escape were, "Oh holy fuck Ali."

"That's it baby, harder Em; I want you to help me make you cum. Cum on our hands." She moved her head forward and clamped her teeth down over my shoulder. My fingers pressed harder into my clit and made circular motions over my bud, pulling and pinching until I felt how swollen and sensitive it was. Ali pushed into me harder and I watched my own breasts bounce from the force she applied. At that same pace Ali moved her hand that was over mine to touch me, her fingers meeting. One hand holding me open while the other pumped into me, in a final push, curl of her fingers into my g-spot, and hard pinch over my clit I was brought to one of my most violent climaxes. My body convulsed, and I could see the long muscles in my stomach contract and pull, pushing out my juices over our hands.

I stayed there and caught my breath while Ali's body slumped onto my back, catching her own breath. "Me too Em," she said between breaths, I would've asked but then a steaming hot fluid started to run from my ass down the back of my thighs, "Jesus Christ that was so hot," Ali was still breathless, "I came too Em, god that felt so good." When I think my breathing is somewhat normal I move to sit down on the bench, wrapping my arms around Ali, dragging her with me. I sit down first and lean back and let her climb over me, sitting down with her legs wrapped around my waist. Our hot cores pressed into one another's and simultaneously we groan, and her head falls burying her face into the crook of my neck, her long locks of golden hair cascading down her back.

When Ali and I regained enough strength to get up and get dressed, we were about to open the door when we heard loud obnoxious knocking and the unmistakable voice of our number one fan: Hanna.

"Hey when you too freak machines are done literally screwing around, the girls and I are ready to go."

I leaned forward and opened the door, "We're right here Hanna, Ali just had to um, help me with a zipper."

She placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, and I bet there was more unzipping than there was zipping up anything, am I right?"

Ali pushed from behind me, "Yes, Han, exactly." Ali laughed and walked away with both of our dresses, over to the register.

I was stuck with Hanna's gaze roaming over me, the look on her face looked both impressed and shocked.

"What? Stop looking at me like that."

"Nothing, nothing Em," her voice was light, "I just, I didn't think you had it in you."

I blushed and under my breath told her, "it was Ali's idea."

Hanna laughed, "well from what I heard, you started it back at the movies."

"Hanna! How long were you standing outside?" I was embarrassed now that Hanna had a front row seat into hearing Ali and I in the fitting room.

Hanna smirked, "too long Em, too long." And she chuckled, "Meet the rest of us in the car, we're all hungry."

I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted, "that is, unless you and Ali already ate back there?"

"No, Hanna geez!" I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my best friend, and as if matters couldn't be any more awkward, Ali appeared beside me and laced her arm through my mine, "no Han, I knew Em wouldn't let me get that far, but I'm sure it'll be on the menu tonight, am I right babe?" I groaned and put my head in my hand.

Hanna was laughing uncontrollably all the way until we got to the car. Ali was going to have to pay for that later.

Later that night…

Alison's POV

"Ugh, I'm so tired already. Why was shopping for Prom so tiring?" Em groaned and plopped down on her bed, ignoring any grace or traces of being lady like. I laughed and answered her with a smirk, "oh, I can think of one reason." She rolled over and stood up, "oh yeah, that reminds me, we should probably clean up if you still want to go out with the girls for dinner later."

I moped across her room to where she was standing and looked up at her pouting, "Aw, do we have too?"

Emily smiled a devilish smile that I have only seen a few many times and whispered into my ear, "my mom still isn't home…we can shower together," Emily suggested and immediately I became aroused. Oh hell yes.

"Sounds like a plan to me, when is your mom getting home?"

Em checked her phone, "not for at least another hour or two."

I smiled and dropped all our begs on the floor, "that's great Em, it's about time we do this."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, it's every time that we've wanted to do this, we always get interrupted, and now…"

"It's like another one of your naughty fantasies come true isn't it?" Emily smirked and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me on the lips and pulling away so I could answer.

"Oh, you act like you haven't been waiting for this, it's our fantasy and you know it."

Em detached herself, "Okay babe, whatever you say. I'm gonna start the shower to get it all warm and ready, can you grab me some clean clothes from my drawer over there and get us some towels?"

"Yeah," I tried to hide my excitement but I was giddy with it. I felt desire and joy course through my veins, "I'll get us some clothes and towels, I'll meet you inside," I assured her as she agreed and made her way to the bathroom.

"Ali, don't take too long." She pulled her shirt off over her body and winked.

"Oh, I promise I won't," I returned the wink, "just no having fun without me."

"Haha, I could never." Em let a naughty smile tug at the corners of her lips and walked off down the hall into the bathroom. I stood and when I heard the water running I snapped out of my reverie and went for the towels and the clothes. I went to Em's hall closet, pulled two towels from the top shelf and went to her room. I knew where all of Em's go to clothes were so for her I pulled out jeans and a printed T and for me I took some of her swimmer's sweats and a t-shirt she always wore when she had nothing else to wear. We were just going for pizza, again, or burgers later, so I wasn't to desperate to make a fashion statement.

I was ready to go to the shower when I remembered we'd still need underwear, so I went to Em's dresser and pulled one of the drawers open. I laughed when I seen her one and only pair of footie pajamas and her collection of crazy socks.

"Em, you're such a kid." I thought out loud.

I reached for the next drawer and bingo! I found her underwear and looking down I also seen our Prom tickets. I smiled widely, I couldn't wait for Prom: just two more weeks and I would be walking into that stupid school with Rosewood's finest, Emily Fields, my date, my girlfriend, on my arm, it was surreal.

I realized I never even knew what the tickets looked like so I picked them up. They were definitely our Prom tickets, decorated with all the need to know stuff and a background of the Eiffel Tower. I wished that were actual plane tickets to Paris, one way for Em and I to get away from this small town and live life like I always dreamed about. I have a mini flashback again to the time I talked about spending forever in Paris with Em. It seemed like ages ago, yet it felt like yesterday.

I put our tow tickets back and pulled a pair of underwear out, but when I did, a small envelope fluttered to the ground. I thought nothing of it at first but popping out from the corner of the opening of the envelope, I could tell what it was…another ticket? I pulled this third ticket from its envelope and my eyes recognized the American Airline symbol in the top corner.

Why did Em have a plane ticket? I pulled it all the way out and read what was in my hand. My body went cold, muscles stiffened and above all my heart became lead and fell into the pit of my stomach. It felt like something stabbed me from the inside out and I swore I could hear small cracks and fissures erupting over my heart. A lump formed in my throat. I couldn't believe my eyes. My eyes that started to sting and become misty, tears filling them, blurring my vision until they started spilling out over my cheeks and over my chest.

I knew this was too good to be true. It was too perfect to last. My heart ached painfully in my chest and I forgot how to breathe. The room spun around and I finally felt a twinge of what Em must have felt when I broke her heart. If this was the even a small fraction of what she went through each time I betrayed her, than I deserved far worse than the excruciating pain emanating through ever fiber in my body. I felt like my body would collapse and that I would fall into nothingness. I had betrayed Em, broke her heart and left her and now I was getting a taste of what that was like.

I know I promised her back at the cabin that I wouldn't be the one to walk away. I promised her that she wouldn't have to watch me leave her. But I was used to letting people down. I had broken promise before. This one would only be half broken. She wouldn't watch me leave, because I would leave before she could see me. I wouldn't walk away either, I had to run.

Part of me knew that I should have stayed and talked but I did what I always used to do, I did what I was good at…protect myself. Old habits die hard, and I guess I hadn't changed as much as I thought.

I dropped everything in my hands and ran from Em's room, ran from her house, ran from her love. I had to get away; I slammed her doors as I fled. I shut her doors and tried to ignore the ripping pain in my chest and shut my heart from feeling anything at all anymore. I ran home in record time, grabbed my keys and took off in my car, not knowing where the hell I was going, only that I had to get as far away from Rosewood, from Emily, from her and what I thought was something to grow old with.

I slammed my hand repeatedly on the steering wheel, cussing and crying and letting my heart shed into pieces. I was convulsing, my chest over taken with violent sobs and I kept telling myself it was what I deserved, I never deserved Emily anyway, I should've been grateful for the time I did have with her, but I should've known. It was why she couldn't talk about college, why she never brought it up, why she always brushed it away. I was so wrapped up in our 'love' with one another, I never considered the worst. I was naïve. I guess it's true, love is blind. I was so in love that I was also incredibly blind to think that everything was going to be fine. I was stupid to believe that I had it in me to make us work.

I kept driving, as long as I could stay awake through the night, ignoring my phone that was going off every 10 seconds, watching in my peripherals as it light up on the passenger seat for a few hours until it shut off, dead.

I drove forever, my eyes reddened and swollen, my chest sore, head throbbing, thoughts reeling, not knowing where I was or when to stop and all that played through my mind was the image of that plane ticket. That plane ticket I grasped so tightly in my hand: A one way ticket to California set for June 1st, the day right after graduation.

Em was going to walk away, fly away. Fly away with the best memories of my life, and I thought I could handle it, I thought I could turn around and face her, but I wasn't brave enough to stay, I was good at running. I just wasn't strong enough to stay just to watch her leave and take my heart with her.

Don't hate me for the ending, everything is explained in the next chapter. Thank you all so much for reading! I would love to hear your reactions and thoughts! You're support means more than you know. I look forward to reading your comments! xoxo Lina