How did she kiss?
Alison Dilaurentis was a passionate kisser.
She liked to feel the burn, the fire, the uncontained passion…
Maybe that's why she often kissed older, more experienced boys.
Yes, Alision thought she was very passionate, that is, until the day she pushed Emily a little to far.
…
It had been shortly after their first kiss. And Alision had confirmed her theory.
Emily was a kitten.
A soft , innocent and curious kitten. Therefore her kisses were soft, loving, nervous and shy but sweet.
Alison actually did enjoy the kiss, but she needed passion, she yearned for it above everything else, so when Emily tried to kiss her again, she backed away.
But there were tiny details about Emily that confused her…
She was strong, being a jock, and Alison had actually seen the girl be forceful, dominant …
Kittens weren't dominant.
She was shy, but could be tremendously overprotective with what she cared about.
Kittens were protected, not protective.
She had seen the girl shout in rage, words falling from her lips like venom, sweet sweet venom.
Kitten didn't swear or scream.
Was Emily a kitten? Or maybe… something else?
The question remained on the blonds mind, lurking behind each thought, till the blonde decided to prove it.
That day she was cruel.
Oh so very cruel, she made fun of Em, toyed with her feelings way to much…
She wanted to get a rise out of Emily.
But, despite her every effort, Emily just looked down and walked away.
Maybe Emily was just a kitten after all?
But Alison was very much mistaken.
Ehen Rosewoods queen bee was leaving school she felt someone grab her from behind. Panicking she tried to free herself, but the grim her assaulter had on her was to strong.
Soon she was backed up against a wall, hands pinned.
She was about to scream when she opened her eyes and came face to face with…
Emily Fields?
The girl in front of her was no kitten.
Her hair was messed up, in a dangerously sexy way.
Her beautiful brown eyes looked darker, clouded with rage and … love? Lust?
Dear god, whatever it was, it was irresistible.
Alision was about to say something.
But Emily cut her off.
You've been torturing me all day- she growled, voice deep, but with the lingering squeak or her usual voice.
Damn, that was really sexy.
Alision fought back the urge to moan as Emily pressed their bodies together, letting the heat of her tanned skin burn Alison`s, slowly leading the blonde to overdrive .
W-What are you going to do about it?- she breathed out unevenly.
She was Alison. She didn't stutter.
The only response she got the increase of the pressure of Emily´s body towering over hers.
The next thing she knew, Emily kissed her.
Pressing her further onto the wall as her lisps came crashing down on the blonds, biting ferociously, demanding entrance.
Alison felt on fire, like every single centimeter of her skin was a living inferno.
No longer being able to hold back her moans as the brunets tanned hands roamed her body, scratching and caressing her arms, her neck, her breasts- Oh dear god- and pressing their body`s tighter with every move, soon her hands were coming up the blonds thighs and she shivered in anticipation.
And then it happened.
Emily slowly dropped to her knees, slowly liking the exposed skin on Alison´s stomach and trailing patterns with her tongue.
At that very instant the blond heard herself moan loudly, bucking her hips and feeling, for the first time, such an intense, wild, hot…
But Emily stopped.
Got back on her feet, looking at the blonde straight in the eye, so sexily it damn hurt.
Only when I want- she whispered in a low voice, her breath slowly tickling her ear.
And left.
Savoring sweet revenge.
And leaving a very needy Blonde behind her.
Alision collapsed onto the floor , felling damp with sweat and well, something going on a little down lower.
Emily was certainly no kitten.
She was a tiger.
Stalking silently, lowering her pray seducing, teasing…
And Oh god, Alison couldn't wait for the moment when her kitten would come onto her.
She would very gladly be her pray.