Author's Note: I know I've been horrible with updates. Thanks for staying with me. This chapter is basically what I think should have happened in 6B at some point. However Marlene's idea of romantic Emison is pretty different apparently.
I WANT YOU
12:30 a.m.
Alison leant back in her chair. She had spent the last hour filling Emily in on her life since she walked out of the café with Spencer - her life in California, her relationship with Aria, Ezra and Malcolm and her job.
Emily listened in silence. She nodded and made eye contact periodically but mostly her expression was stoic. She held on to her questions and let Alison tell her story. She realized Alison was sharing events not memories.
Alison had chronologically laid out her last two years before Emily without once mentioning how she felt. Angry when she left? Alone when she slept at night? Hopeful when days grew brighter? Happy when she held Malcolm? Emily felt the lack of emotion in Alison's words and said nothing of the missing pieces.
She was going to let Alison take her time. The blonde had made the effort of coming back. She had reached out. She had sought out Emily and the brunette was aware of the big step that it was. She could wait for the rest. If Alison needed time to open up, Emily was going to give her the time. She just had so many questions … So many questions!
"Emily?" Alison's voice reached Emily.
"Sorry, I'm listening." Emily responded, snapping out of her thoughts.
"Your eyebrows furrowed. You do that when you are thinking about something."
"I do, do I?" was Emily's quick response. Her tone was playful, attempting to change the subject.
"I noticed before," Alison confessed, well aware that Emily was trying to distract her from whatever it was that she had been thinking of before.
"Before was two years back."
"Some things are worth remembering."
"Should I be flattered?"
"I don't know. Is this going to go to your head? I mean … I like the nice, charming Emily."
"Nice is boring."
"Not in your case I guess."
Emily blushed – Round 1 Alison.
12:55 a.m.
Alison was leaning on the counter by the cash register listening to Emily tell her about Hanna. She felt a strange pang of jealousy as she heard of the many nights that Emily described as "Wild nights doing things that would not be too smart to talk about."
That little demonic fire of jealousy burned brighter when she heard of Paige. She was smart and had helped Emily set up her business. Emily described her as spontaneous and loyal. Alison pictured a happy time in Emily's life and the picture made it very difficult for Alison to control the frown that was threatening to break out on her face.
Emily turned around with two mugs of coffee and placed one in front of Alison.
"You look … Sad?" Emily questioned. "Angry?"
"I'm not either. Don't worry about it," Alison responded looking away.
"No tell me. What's wrong, Ali?"
Ali. It had been a while. Too long!
Alison's eyes found Emily's again. Nothing mattered anymore. Not Emily's friendship with Hanna – no matter how much more time Hanna had spent with Emily. Not Emily's relationship with Paige – no matter how much it hurt knowing that Emily had been close to someone. But none of it mattered anymore.
Alison finally found her voice again. "There is nothing wrong."
"Good," Emily smirked and went on. "… and by the way jealous Ali is very attractive."
Alison blushed – Round 2 Emily.
1:15 a.m.
Emily and Alison had made their way upstairs to the little room Cece had lived in before. The chairs downstairs were great but Emily just thought that it would be more comfortable upstairs on the couch.
Alison was taken aback by how different it looked. The living room was turned into a spotless white swanky office with glass walls on one side with a very comfortable white leather couch and an immaculately arranged desk by the windows on the other side. The only splash of color in the room was a vase with purple orchids on the desk.
Emily noticed the obvious look of appreciation on Alison's face and confessed, "Its all Cece. I left the café to her and she seems to be good at it so I let her do what she wants. She won't let me give it to her though." She gestured for Alison to take a seat on the couch.
"Its beautiful. I'm not going to lie. But …" Alison looked around at a loss for words and then slowly went on. "… its not you. I miss the warm homely feel from the way it was."
"Aaah," Emily grinned. "That you can still have, mademoiselle." As she spoke Emily led Alison to the bedroom behind the door at the far end of the room.
Alison walked into the bedroom that she remembered in vivid detail. She remembered how safe the room had felt that night and warmth flooded her heart. The room was the same. The sheets and comforter were different but other than that the room was just the same.
"Its like time hasn't passed," Alison whispered softly.
"It hasn't for this place," Emily responded, walking over to the easy chair and leaning on it. "I don't like anyone coming in here. Cece knows and respects that. She actually hasn't lived here since then. When she returned things were different and I let her live in the house."
"Celine?" Alison inquired. Emily nodded.
"I didn't even know she existed! Grandma did though. Cece had runaway from home many years back and Grandma had taken her in. That's all I knew. When Cece returned, a couple of months after you left, she had Celine with her and that was the first time I even found out she had a kid." Emily walked over to the wall with all the photographs and looked at the one addition on the wall - a picture of her with a younger Celine on her back, both with icecream on their noses.
"Cece never spoke about her?" Alison wondered aloud.
"Never. She wasn't always like this to be honest. Cece was wild, untamable and unpredictable. Grandma was the only person she actually listened to. I was almost intimidated by her at first but she was nice to me and she slowly grew on me."
"She does seem very protective of you. Its nice actually." Alison added.
Emily rolled her eyes. "That she is! Protective I mean. She is family now."
Emily offered the blonde the easy chair but Alison just sat on the edge of the bed instead so Emily sat down on the easy chair and continued. "Cece had Celine when she was just 15. She gave up the child to a cousin who couldn't have kids. Cece was too young for the responsibility. I wouldn't blame her, she was a child herself." Emily sighed and Alison nodded in understanding.
"Cece saw the child whenever she went back home to meet her mother. She just was Aunt Cece to Ce then. That time when you came and Cece wasn't here … Cece's cousin had died of a heart attack 2 years before and his wife, Ophelia had remarried. They just weren't treating the child well. Cece was older now. She looked after the café after Grandma and had a stable life. She just told Ce the truth and asked Ophelia for the child. Surprisingly Ophelia had no issues giving the child back."
"Celine seems rather well adjusted. I wouldn't ever have imagined she just found out Cece was her mother a few years back." Alison really was surprised.
"I don't really know how to explain it. Cece is really lucky. She has the most amazing kid in the world. Ce just felt the connection I guess."
"You are lucky too. She adores you."
Alison's words brought a soft smile to Emily's lips. "And I adore her," she confessed. "At first I did it just for Cece. She needed someone with stable finances to support her custody request. I was young but I had the house and the café, so I helped Cece and I am, in some way, Celine's guardian now. I feel responsible for her."
Alison found herself admiring the sincerity in the brunette's voice. Emily loved kids, like she did. Emily adored Celine, like she adored Malcolm. Somehow these relationships had helped both of them heal. Alison could see how good a mother Emily would be and couldn't help her the smile that escaped her lips.
"What?" Emily asked, when she caught sight of the dimples she had missed so much.
"Nothing. I was just thinking about how good a mom you would be to ou… your kids."
Emily didn't miss the words Alison almost said. She almost gasped. – Round 3 Alison
2.05 a.m.
Emily's boots were lying by the easy chair. She was sitting up against the headboard of the bed with her legs stretched out in front of her.
Alison walked out of the bathroom and was directly confronted with endless tanned legs spread out on the bed. Emily's eyebrows shot up in amusement and Alison averted her eyes and made her way to the easy chair. She looked at Emily's boots by the chair and got out of her own sandals.
She sat down on the chair and folded her legs to the side under her, causing her skirt to ride up above her knees. This earned her legs an appreciative stare from the brunette.
"Are you sleepy?" Alison inquired. Emily's eyes moved away from the perfect thighs and legs to the smiling perfect face.
"Not at all. You?"
"No."
"I'm sorry if I kicked you out of the bed. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to spread my legs."
Alison smirked. "I'm glad you did."
Emily rolled her eyes. "I am serious. You can just get comfortable on the bed. You don't need to use the chair."
"I'm fine actually but if you insist …" Alison got up and made her way to the bed. She sat down against the headboard, but with her body facing the brunette, her legs folded like before.
"Is this better?" Alison inquired.
Emily nodded. "Much better," she replied as she reached out and took the blonde's hand in her own.
"What is this?" Emily's voice was low. Soft. She almost sounded unsure; something Alison had almost never heard Emily sound.
Alison didn't pull her hand away. She let the brunette gently hold her fingers in her own. Alison's thumb slowly began small ministrations on the soft skin on the top of the girl's hand. "Whatever you want it to be."
"I don't know what this is. What we are? What we were? We were never anything, were we? I don't even know your last name!" Emily was rambling with her eyes fixed on their intertwined hands. Alison found it cute.
"Dilaurentis."
"What?" Emily looked confused.
"Alison Lauren Dilaurentis. That's my name. I'm 24 years old and have an older brother. My dad died when I was a kid and my mom was too fond of her wine and men to care about us. She is normally somewhere with her latest beau. I wonder how long it was before she realized I was gone. Does she know? Does she care? I don't know. I don't want to know."
"Hey its fine. You are strong and made a life for yourself anyway." Alison nodded.
"Besides … Alison Dilaurentis? Are you a princess or something? That sounds like royalty. Should I be bowing down your highness?" Emily bowed low as Alison chuckled.
"Stop it." Alison whined.
"What? I haven't done anything to you… yet." Brown eyes were focused on the sparkling blue ones.
Alison's cheeks turned a deep shade of red. – Round 4 Emily.
2:34 a.m.
Emily was lying on her side with her head resting on her arm. Alison was lying facing her with a scrunched up pillow to support her head. Emily had decided that their clothes were too uncomfortable and had changed into shorts and a top from her stash there, that were a little tight now after all this time. Alison had opted for the same PJs she had worn the last time.
"So you like girls?" Alison asked her tone laced with mischief.
"You can say that, yes. The only relationship I have had with a girl was messed up because I wasn't really into it but yeah... I like girls."
"That doesn't sound too promising."
"Can't argue that! But in my defense I was really into every illusion I had when drunk."
Knowing full well about Emily's illusions, Alison's breath hitched in her throat.
Emily bent over to get the comforter over her cold legs and pulled it over Alison too. "How about you?" was her casual question. She had tried really hard to not give away the eagerness with which her heart awaited the answer.
"I don't know." Alison shrugged.
"You don't know?" Emily frowned.
"I dated guys before." Alison offered,
"So did I!"
"I didn't date anyone after… not really." Alison shifted uneasily.
"We don't have to talk about this, Ali." Emily shifted and placed her hand gently on Alison's.
"I want to." Alison looked up and made eye contact. She wanted to tell Emily- to try and make her understand. She wanted to give this a chance but she knew it was not going to be a smooth road and Emily would have to be prepared.
"Fine. So you did date someone?"
"I tried."
"Okay?"
"He was one of Aria's friends. A really nice guy."
"So what happened?"
Alison's eyes fell and she focused on Emily's hand on her own. "I wasn't ready."
"Oh."
"I just couldn't… you know."
"Sleep with the guy?"
"Umm no. Kiss him."
"I couldn't. I just couldn't!"
Alison's voice cracked and she found herself being pulled forward by her hand that was in Emily's. A second later her head was rested against the other girl's shoulder and her face was enveloped by a cloud of soft dark hair. She closed her eyes and let herself be held against the brunette.
"Its okay." Emily cooed into her blonde curls. "It doesn't matter, Ali. It doesn't. You are safe and back that's all that matters. I don't want anything except you here. I don't, I promise."
Alison pulled away and looked at the brunette with determination. "But I do. I want you. I don't know if I can or if I should but I sure as hell want you Em."
Emily found herself unable to resist the urge to feel the blonde against her lips so she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the blonde's forehead and pulled Alison into her chest this time, where 10 minutes later the blonde was sound asleep.
Round 5 – Emison
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