Based on the song High For This by The Weeknd.
This is the 3rd and final chapter to this little three parter. I dunno if I'll continue this plot in another story, but I would want to if I can think of a way to.
I also feel like some people might not really like this chapter because the two go a little bit outside of their normal element, but I unapologetically enjoyed writing them this way.
Hope you guys enjoy. :) thanks for the love, you all are awesome.
Emily opens her house door to see Alison standing there awkwardly. She forces herself to keep from smirking.
"Ali," she acknowledges the blonde.
"Hey, Em," Alison responds weakly.
"What are you doing here?"
But she knows the answer already. Their little rendezvous in the car had been cut short because Emily had been receiving a series of angry calls from that other blonde she'd been with.
While on the phone she had noticed Alison squirming and fidgeting like a child waiting for its toy. But she enjoyed sexually frustrated Alison, so she let her be as punishment. And then she'd left, enjoying the absolute look of disappointment on the blonde's face.
Alison had texted her the next morning asking to talk, but Emily merely responded she was busy (because she was). And two days later, she texted again and was denied once more. But Emily had been sure, while making very small talk, to mention that Aria, who roomed with her at Hollis, would be at Ezra's for a few days.
"I wanted to talk, if you're not busy."
Emily can tell right away from the nervous fidgeting of her hands and rigid posture with irregular breathing that Alison came to do more than talk. She feels her body heat rise at the thought of how horny Alison was after having been left alone that night, and how the need has probably increased incredibly. She knows the blonde has an almost insatiable sex drive when it comes to the two of them.
And she is right. The reason Alison isn't jumping her bones is because she's still terribly afraid of rejection, and she can't quite read Emily's feelings 100% right now. Plus, actually seeing her with Samara had scared her to insecurity.
"Just talk?" Emily asks with a triumphant smirk and she watches as Alison blushes furiously.
"Well…I…we really need to talk," Alison stutters, emotionally unstable.
Emily dials back her attitude a bit and nods. She lets the blonde in and follows her to her bedroom.
"So Aria's visiting Ezra?" Alison asks casually and Emily closes the door.
"Yep. So what did you want to talk about?"
"Us," Alison says without skipping a beat but then she pauses. "I said a lot of stuff and I don't know how you really feel about most of it."
"I still want to kill him for hurting you," Emily says sincerely angry but Alison shakes her head.
"Not about that," Alison speaks gently as she avoids eye contact. "About us."
"Oh," Emily breathes, unsure of what to say. "I mean, I understand now why you did it."
"And?"
"That doesn't make it alright."
"I know it doesn't," Alison sits down on the bed and glances up at the currently intimidating brunette. "But you needed to know the truth. I never wanted to hurt you like that, I let you get closer to me than anyone else ever has and probably ever will. And that scares me."
"You really think I would have left you? That I would ever leave you?"
"I would if I was you," Alison mumbles looking down at the ground.
"Well you're not. You couldn't see yourself the way I did. I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, Alison. How couldn't you see that?"
"I know you did, I know that, I was just always afraid of myself," she pleads. "But I don't know what I'd do without you in my life. I fucked up, I know that, I can't see myself with anyone except you."
"I loved you-"
"You still do," Alison cuts her off with her wide blue eyes begging for the truth as she pleads earnestly. She needs to hear it or she'll actually go crazy. "Even though you're angry and bitter and have every right to be, I know you still love me. I still love you, Emily."
"Yeah, I do," Emily grudgingly admits after a painfully long silence. "But I can't trust you completely until you fully trust me."
"What do I do?" Alison asks, nervous as a shaking puppy. "I'll do whatever it takes, please."
Emily pauses to consider, and she really can't think of a legitimate way for Alison to prove that in an instant. She wants to get the conversation over with because in the morning they'll be together still, and Alison won't leave again- but if she does, Emily will shut off her emotions and kick her out for good, she decides.
"If you leave me again," Emily starts threateningly but Alison shakes her head vigorously.
"I couldn't," Alison whispers as she stands up and walks right up to Emily. "I can't go through that ever again."
She wraps her arms around Emily's neck and leans up to kiss the brunette softly for just a moment before she speaks again.
"I couldn't do that to you again."
Emily gives in and leans down to capture Alison's lips between hers as she aggressively kisses her, catching the blonde off guard, while sliding her hands up and down her sides and around to her ass. She bites harshly on Alison's lower lip and sucks on it, before biting again and Ali moans before pulling away.
"Emily," she breathes and looks up at the dark brunette. "I know you're upset, but you aren't spiteful like this. I did this to you, and I'm sorry. But please don't hurt me anymore, I can't take it."
Emily looks at her dumbfounded, not expecting that reaction. All their sex had been rough lately, and more often than not she had been aggressively fucking Alison til the blonde could barely move.
"H-h-hurt you?"
"NO, god no I, I mean, it, it feels good," Alison trips over her words while blushing. "But when you do it because you love me…"
Emily understands what she's saying. She misses when they were loving and sensual, too. But she wasn't quite emotionally ready for that again. She feels like her own nerves are on fire, and her thoughts will keep racing unless she loses herself in the very person she fears the most, the only girl who could destroy her. She doesn't know how to calm down enough to do that.
"Em," Alison whispers affectionately as one hand comes around to the side of her face and her thumb rubs her cheek softly.
Emily suddenly remembers what she has hidden under her bed. She pulls away from Alison and brings out a plain cardboard box and pulls out a small altoid case.
Alison watches in curiosity until she realizes that Emily has two really fat blunts rolled up in there.
"Em…where'd you get that?" Ali asks hesitantly. She knows the brunette has never been actively against drugs, but she never partook in them, to Alison's knowledge, because of swimming. And Alison can't say she's ever really smoked weed, only because Jason did and he was always in a daze that she hated.
"Samara said I seemed high strung, and she gave me these as a present," Emily says cautiously. "But I didn't smoke them because of qualifiers and all that."
"So why now?"
"I didn't qualify, and the season's over."
"Since when do you even smoke?"
"I haven't since Maya," Emily admits. "But it did take the edge away back then, when all I could think about was you."
Alison nods, warily.
"I really make you that upset?"
Emily looks at her before she lights the blunt.
"I didn't say that. But you are the only person who can make me feel as much as I do in any way," Emily says as she puts it between her lips and inhales as she lights it. Alison watches in fascination as the brunette pulls it away and tilts her head back slightly before releasing a cloud of hazy smoke. She barely coughs and looks back at Ali who suddenly thinks she could be an advocate of smoking after watching that incredibly sexy display by Emily.
"Your turn," Emily says as she holds the blunt out and sits down on the bed, waiting for Alison to take it.
"Me? I've never smoked before," Alison protests but Emily doesn't retract her hand so she sighs and walks over and stands in front of her. Emily looks at her with teasing eyes and Ali smiles slightly before climbing onto the edge of the bed and straddling Emily's lap with knees on either side.
"Fine, teach me," Alison says in a husky voice that she can't help and Emily smiles.
"I haven't done this in so long, but I think I know how to start you off," Emily slyly smirks.
She lights it and takes another hit, but as she takes the blunt away from her lips, she looks at Alison who is staring at her with curious eyes. She leans forward and brings her free hand around to the side of Alison's face as she presses her lips to the blonde's and exhales all the smoke from her lungs to the blonde's mouth.
The foreign taste catches Ali off guard and she's unused to the slight burn of the smoke, but she forces herself to inhale all the smoke until Emily pulls away.
"Exhale," the brunette commands and Alison does as she says while coughing slightly. She feels a very small buzzing in the back of her head, but she doesn't think this is what it's like to be high.
"Here," Emily says passing her the blunt. "Put it between your lips. I'm going to light it, and you're going to inhale the smoke to your lungs and then hold it before exhaling. Okay?"
Alison nods, and she takes the hit. Emily watches with amusement at the way she takes an excessively large hit, but the brunette doesn't say a word. She just watches as Alison exhales and coughs. When the blonde's coughing subsides, she swears she feels like her skin is tingling, and her head is very, very light.
"Em?" she asks slowly as she looks up at her brunette.
"One more hit, Ali," Emily says as she quickly takes one and passes the blunt back. "Trust me, you wanna be high for this."
The blonde obeys, liking the warm fuzzy feeling and so she takes another huge hit. Emily thinks it's amusing that the ex queen bee can take such huge hits her first time smoking. It furthers her old notion that Alison doesn't half ass anything.
She watches the blonde's pupils dilate and she herself enjoys the light, soothing sensation.
"Woah," Ali says with hooded eyes.
"Wait, one more, and you'll be good," Emily coaxes her and the blonde obediently takes a third hit, coughing less this time as the warmth spreads throughout her. She feels enlightened, like her senses are buzzing and as she suddenly opens her eyes to look at Emily, she feels the urgent need to just touch her. Her skin looks so smooth.
"Well that took less time than I thought," Emily laughs a little as she takes the last hit and feels Alison's hands land on her hips near her jeans and slip under her shirt slightly.
"Ali," she protests as she puts out the finished blunt and leaves it in the altoid box on the floor.
"Your skin is so soft, Em," she mumbles, and Emily grabs her wandering hands as she kisses Alison. The blonde thinks she might be in heaven. She feels heat shoot straight to her core and it's as if she can feel every kiss her and Emily have ever shared from the way the brunette's tongue slides in and massages hers. Her breath hitches and she doesn't want the intensity of this to ever go away.
"Do you trust me?" Emily mumbles against her lips and Alison nods. "Then do what I say, okay? I want to make you feel good. I won't hurt you, I swear."
The blonde feels herself grow wet at the sound of Emily's husky voice seducing her. She merely nods again, her head light and her thoughts slow. All she can think of is Emily's lips on hers.
Emily gently nudges Alison off of her onto the bed, and stands up. "Take off your clothes, but leave your underwear on. And lie down on your back."
Alison almost moans at the thought of Emily on top of her so she obeys and does as she's told.
"Close your eyes."
Alison has no problem listening to her and she is almost naked on her back in seconds.
She feels Emily's weight sink on the bed and she shudders with anticipation. The brunette straddles her, and Alison feels her lifting her head up slightly and a fabric wraps around her- she realizes Emily is blindfolding her. She doesn't think she can get any wetter than she is.
"Arms above your head," Emily says in an extremely low, husky voice and Alison complies as she feels silk fabric wrap around her wrists. Emily's tied her wrists up, and now she can't get any wetter than she is.
"Don't be scared, I swear, I am right here," Emily whispers, her lips hovering over Ali's ear. The blonde shudders. Every little movement is felt, every single little touch feels amplified to pleasure overload.
"Em," she moans out unexpectedly and didn't mean to.
"Hold tight," Emily breathes and lowers her body on top of Alison's, her right thigh dipping between Ali's legs and her lips landing on Alison's gently. The blonde moans at the contact from Emily's thigh and knows the brunette can feel how soaked her panties already are. She realizes the brunette has also stripped down
She loves the way Emily's lips are kinder, more soothing, and the way her movements are more precise and cautious. Alison's missed this, missed her mermaid.
"I can't take teasing right now," Ali pants as she feels Emily's lips ghost down her jaw and to her bare neck and shoulders.
Emily doesn't speak, merely rolls her hips and feels her thigh hit Alison's center. The blonde inhales sharply and squirms, wanting to touch the brunette. Being high and blindfolded might be the best thing that ever happened to her senses, Ali thinks.
The brunette lets her hands run tortuously slow down Ali's bare body. Her hand dips into the blonde's bra and play with her nipple before grabbing at her breast. Ali whimpers and Emily knows the blonde is already close.
"Emily, please," Alison mewls as Emily slides down her body and uses her fingers to push aside her panties. She hears a sharp intake of breath as she plays with her wet folds and finds Alison absolutely soaked.
Emily drags her lips up the inside of Alison's thighs and the blonde is twitching, bucking her hips in need.
She lets her tongue gently swipe between her thighs and Alison begins to shake in anticipation.
"Oh god," the blonde moans and she wishes so desperately her wrists weren't tied above her head. She wants to feel Emily.
Emily wraps her lips around her clit and sucks lightly, causing the blonde to thrust her hips up in frustration. She lets her hands slide down to Alison's hips and hold them down as she dips her tongue inside the blonde. The brunette slides it in and out torturously, getting a new high off of the taste of Alison.
The blonde is making so much noise that Emily takes pity on her and slides up her body, kissing her hard as she lets her hand slide down and she easily slides two fingers inside her in a steady rhythm. Alison moans into Emily's mouth and bites on her lip to keep from screaming.
"Emily," Alison pants. "I want to see you. Please."
Her body instantly craves the brunette's touch as she feels Emily's fingers leave her dripping pussy. The ache between her legs is amplified intensely.
But she feels hands sliding off the blindfold carefully. Emily finds herself staring into deep blue eyes that are tinted with red from the high. Ali's pupils are still large but Emily thinks she's never looked more appreciative. She examines the bound blonde and commits the image to memory. Ali is the most beautiful girl she's ever seen, and the sight of her tied up makes Emily's core throb dangerously.
The swimmer takes a moment to kiss her softly, before she unties her wrists and she feels Alison's arms fling down and wrap around her as the blonde rolls her over onto her back.
"Ali-"
"Shhh," Alison shushes as she kisses Emily while letting her hands roam all over the brunette's torso. "You feel so good."
The blonde sits up and takes her bra off and wiggles out of her panties, and Emily knows she'll never see anything more breathtaking than Alison in her purest form like this. Ali sits nervously for a moment, vulnerable and completely in love with Emily. Her high still has her head reeling in pleasure.
The brunette catches on and takes her own underwear off, leaving both girls naked in front of each other. Emily tugs Ali back down on top of her and their bodies move together as Emily's hand drops back between Ali's legs.
Slowly she slips her fingers back in. Ali moans in satisfaction as she rides Emily's fingers and her fingers dig into Emily's flesh as she feels the pleasure building to an incredible climax.
Emily captures Ali's nipple in her mouth as she teethes on it and lets her fingers hit deep inside Alison.
"Emily fuck, Em…"
Ali feels herself hitting the edge and spilling over as she moans loudly and her body twitches, her muscles tensing and all she feels is an incredible euphoria as Emily's fingers curl inside her and then pump in and out.
The blonde breathes rapidly as she comes down from her climax and her body collapses on top of the brunette, both their chests heaving. They lie there for several minutes and Alison can't help but lose herself in the feel of her naked mermaid against her.
"Emily," she whispers as she pushes up on and stares down at the brunette.
"Yeah?"
"I…" Alison pauses and her face shows her struggle to be completely vulnerable. But she feels the brunette's fingers dancing up and down her back gently, urging her to speak.
"You are my high," Ali says softly and sees the brunette's eyes sparkle with bliss she hasn't seen in a while. "And I love you."
Emily doesn't respond, almost afraid to admit the truth out loud.
But she sees Alison staring at her with that look of affection that tells her she's Alison's everything.
So she pulls the blonde against her and buries her face in her shoulder. "I love you too," she breathes out barely above a whisper.
And she let's Alison fall asleep on her chest, her blonde hair spilling over and their limbs entangled so that it's hard to tell where one girl begins and the other stops.
But as Emily sighs softly, she feels the previous edge she had completely gone. It has nothing to do with the drug, and it has everything to do with the delicate girl on top of her. Emily falls asleep, grasping the blonde tightly to her, unwilling to lose her again. And when she wakes up in the morning, she's finally not alone.