Hiya. So I know this has taken a long time. Believe me, no one is more disappointed than I am that I don't update quickly. Work is dominating most of my waking hours so I don't have very much time to sit down and write anything worth reading. Trust me, you don't want to see any of my half-assed work.

I'm glad that y'all want to read more! I'm writing as quickly as I can. There's good stuff in the near future, including the sexy times I know everyone is eager to see. I've switched the rating to M for a brief mention in this chapter.

This chapter turned out to be Hanna talking a lot. She tends to do that.

Emily's stomach rumbled as she knocked on her girlfriend's front door. She was beginning to regret foregoing breakfast for this brunch at Spencer's house. Tapping her foot impatiently, she hoped Alison was ready to walk out the door or she might have to raid her kitchen.

When the door swung open, Emily's jaw dropped and her stomach was attacked by another feeling quite different from hunger. "Hey babe," the blonde greeted smiling from ear to ear.

"Hi—are you—I'm—what—umm" the brunette muttered several random words as her eyes roamed up and down her girlfriend wearing only a pair of black lace cheeky panties and a matching bra. While her mouth wagged up and down releasing only small grunts, her eyes feasted on the abundance of exposed skin paying close attention to Alison's chest. In typical Emily fashion, she began her visual exploration by approximating the size of Alison's breasts pouring out of the tight bra. She smirked realizing that she definitely wasn't wearing a push-up bra—that was all Alison filling up the cups. In college and over the past few years, she made a habit of guessing push-up bra or not push-up bra. It amused her.

"That's a strange look," Alison chuckled watching Emily's head tilt as she thoughtfully studied her breasts. "That's neither sexy nor romantic."

"Huh?" Emily had to clear her throat of cobwebs weaved from lust to form a sentence. "Sometimes I'm not good at either of those things." She was now both hungry and horny. She needed food and a bucket of ice water. She gulped when Alison stepped forward. Okay, she needed five buckets of ice water.

"Come in," the blonde guided the stunned brunette in by the hand, stepped past her and shut the door. As she turned back, she commented, "I've gotta say, this isn't the—"

Emily's left hand pushing her against the door and a finger pressed to her mouth silenced her as Emily whined, "Why are you doing this to me? I'm hungry."

Alison kissed the finger on her lips and said, "You sure know how to make a girl feel special when she takes off half of her clothes for you."

"Oh, Alison," Emily replied with a devious grin, "You have no idea how special I can make you feel."

"You sound quite confident," Alison smiled wrapping her arms around her boasting girlfriend's waist.

"Well," the brunette admitted playfully trying to keep her left hand from diving under the black material a few inches below her hand on Alison's stomach. "The first time maybe not so much, but after that—" she tipped forward to appease the blonde's begging lips. Alison's eyes had been glued to her lips so when they finally met, she sighed with relief. As Emily's fingers threaded through the hair on the back of Alison's neck, the blonde slowly slid her lips against Emily's savoring the tingles and the wet sounds accompanying every movement.

Alison nibbled on Emily's bottom lip before tilting her head to the right and thumping the tip of her tongue against her girlfriend's top lip. Emily eagerly beckoned the blonde's tongue inside as her mouth widened. When Alison's tongue rolled over hers, Emily felt Alison's nails dig into her lower back. Although momentarily distracted by the blonde's tongue and lips, the skin beneath her left hand reminded her of the explanation she had interrupted.

Stilling the movement of their lips, Emily gently placed three closed mouth kisses against her girlfriend's lips. With her forehead pressed to Alison's she continued, "after the first time, I'll always make you feel special."

Brushing their noses together, Alison teased, "Are you saying that you're not good the first time?"

The brunette snorted and clarified, "I won't know what's good for you the first time." Alison's darkening blue eyes nearly shredded her remaining threads of resolve. Fortunately, she had a couple of years of practice relentlessly teasing women. Even Alison couldn't break her. However, the existence of feelings plunged her into an unknown territory. She'd become accustomed to sex only for pleasure and forgotten that romantic feelings added an entirely different dimension to sex. It wasn't just sex; it was intimacy.

She dove forward once again and barely managed to squeeze her tongue between Alison's teeth. Her tongue hastily swept inside her girlfriend's mouth and against her tongue. The blonde welcomed Emily's determination and parted their lips only to suck in air. After a minute or so, the brunette's tongue retreated not wanting to literally choke her girlfriend. While the blonde panted, she planted a quick kiss on her forehead.

Breathlessly, Alison said, "So you'll know by the second time?"

"Mhmm," Emily grabbed one of Alison's hands from behind her back and explained, "You'll tell me what you like and don't like."

"Will I?" Alison asked watching Emily step back and caress her palm.

Entranced by the blonde's hand and what she planned to do with it, Emily nodded, "I'll be able to feel what you like." She flattened Alison's hand, palm down, above her navel. The blonde gasped at the pressure on her abdomen. Biting her bottom lip, Emily guided the trembling hand downward with her fingers wrapped around Alison's wrist. "I'll also be able to hear what you like."

As her fingers peeked under her panties, Alison asked, "Em, what are you—shit."

The brunette grinned at her girlfriend's tiny yelp when her pale fingers touched her clit. "Well, I kinda figured you'd like that." When Alison's hand didn't move, Emily asked, "So I shouldn't move after that? Dead fish hand?"

Alison unconsciously began stroking herself and complained, "This is the worst kind of teasing."

Maintaining her grip on Alison's wrist, Emily commented, "I'm just trying to learn."

"Fuck you," Alison scolded weakly as she shuddered under the touch of her own hand.

"Yeah you will," the brunette assured studying her girlfriend's busy hand. "Many, many times." Alison's teeth were clenched and smothered any noise trying to escape. Only her labored breaths could be heard as they shot in and out of her nose. "Are you always this quiet?" Emily asked glancing up at Alison. "Cuz this isn't going to work."

Alison smirked and taunted, "You'll find that out when you do this yourself."

Dramatically, Emily sighed letting go of the blonde's hand, "I guess it will have to wait then."

"Oh my god!" Alison yanked her hand out of her panties and groaned at her failed attempt to lure Emily into touching her. "I got almost naked and you still won't—"

Emily pecked the exasperated woman on the lips and said, "I told you that I'm hungry."

"Seriously?" the blonde slipped from between Emily and the door and said, "You'd rather have food than me?"

Cocking an eyebrow, Emily scoffed at the suggestion, "Ali. Are you kidding?" When the jokingly pouting blonde turned around, she continued, "I'd go without food for days to have you." Alison smirked and Emily amended her statement, "Well, not days. Maybe a few hours." She tapped a finger on her chin and decided, "Actually, I'd like you with food nearby."

"Emily Fields," the blonde smiled, "What do I have to do to get you into my bed?"

"Well," the brunette pulled Alison into her arms, "You could start by not acting so desperate."

"Hey!" Alison poked her girlfriend in the side and declared, "Just for that, I'm not giving you a second chance." She pushed out of the laughing woman's embrace and strutted around the corner toward her room. Two seconds later, she popped back into view and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me?"

"See? Desperate," Emily shook her head and shooed the woman toward the bedroom.

"You're going to regret this later, my dear!" Alison shouted from down the hall.

"I'll take my chances!"

Emily breathed a sigh of relief as she and Alison strolled hand in hand into Spencer's house and toward a back door to the covered back porch. Food was almost in sight. Her mouth started to water as the scent of bacon wafted from the kitchen. As they stepped outside, Alison heard something that immediately piqued her interest, "Did someone say strip club?"

"Oh joy," Emily muttered shaking her head.

Swiveling in her chair and smiling broadly at the approaching couple, Hanna said, "That's the topic of the hour."

"Hanna is forcing us to tell our strip club stories," Aria noted shoveling fruit onto her plate. As per usual, Hanna had broached a juicy topic littered with stories of Emily's adventures.

Chuckling, Alison commented to Aria and Spencer, "There is nothing for you two to tell."

"Yeah, I know," Hanna rolled her eyes after taking a swig of her orange juice, "Aria's story is that she has been to a strip club and Spencer's is that she hasn't been to a strip club."

"Sorry we're so boring," Spencer laughed pouring syrup over her pancakes.

Sinking down into a chair next to Aria, Emily replied with surprise, "Spencer, you've never been to a strip club? Umm, we're going to have to fix that."

"We?" Alison shot the question to her girlfriend seated to her left.

"Damn this is a lot of food," Emily said eyeing a plate of bacon, a tall stack pancakes, a bowl of fruit and an overflowing plate of assorted muffins on the table. She rubbed her palms together in anticipation and nodded in answer to her girlfriend's question, "Definitely. Maybe for some special occasion."

"Or just because," Hanna offered. "Emily doesn't need a special occasion to watch girls get naked."

Distracted by the food, Emily asked pointing to a group of tiny muffins, "What are these?"

"Egg muffins," Spencer replied.

"Sweet!"

Ignoring Hanna's attempt to bait her and watching Emily pile six slices of bacon and three egg muffins onto her plate, Alison asked Emily, "Really? You seriously want to go to a strip club?"

Hanna snorted with a bite of pancake hanging out of her mouth, "When did Alison DiLaurentis turn into a prude?"

As Alison rolled her eyes, Aria stabbed a strawberry with her fork and answered, "I'm thinking this has more to do with Emily checking out half naked girls."

"Because she seems to have an inappropriate inclination to appreciate beauty," Spencer added carefully cutting her pancakes into small pieces.

"Hey now," Emily jumped to her own defense suddenly very aware that she was the topic of conversation. She continued while pouring orange juice into a small glass, "I do not check out half naked women."

"The girls she checks out always have clothes on," Hanna clarified. When Emily raised an eyebrow, Hanna shrugged, "What? I'm trying to help."

"Well, stop helping," Emily said crunching on a piece of bacon. "Damn this is good Spencer."

"Why thank you."

"So back to you going to a strip club," the brunette returned pointing with the rest of the bacon slice. Alison bit her tongue while she scooped fruit and plopped two blueberry muffins onto her plate.

"Do we need to reopen that topic?" Spencer queried when she saw Alison swallowing hints of irritation.

"Look," Emily explained waving her fork before skewering a piece of fruit from the bowl in the center of the table, "You've never been. It's like a right of passage as a human being to watch women get naked and throw money at them." Biting into the cantaloupe on the end of her fork, she concluded, "And feel kinda sorta bad about it later."

Alison shook her head continuing to keep silent. Aria chuckled while Spencer crossed her arms and sarcastically replied as she recalled a story Hanna had told last week, "Is getting drunk, falling off a porch and waking up in the bushes wearing only your underwear at a frat party also a right of passage as a human being?"

Mouth full, Hanna raised her hand, "It was for me."

"We're not going to a strip club," Alison said decisively as she pulled apart one of her muffins.

"I'll ask again later," Emily smirked.

"You'll get the same answer."

"Uh huh," Emily leaned back with her arms crossed behind her head and winked, "Sure."

When Hanna noticed the glare bouncing between her friend and Alison, she groaned after washing down a bite of pancakes, "God, you two should just stop acting like your bodies are fucking wonderlands. Em, if you haven't seen her boobs, she probably doesn't want you staring at someone else's. Jesus. It's not fucking rocket science." She paused and rolled her eyes at her comment, "And I can't believe I just defended Alison."

Alison's eyes widened at Hanna's reference to their sex life, but it was Emily who spoke. "Please no John Mayer references," she sighed dragging her hands down her face trying to wipe the sudden attack of exhaustion from her features. Several unpleasant developments over the past few weeks had made it difficult for her to sleep at night. She'd been dodging most of Jeremy's calls and Duncan was—Fuck. Just thinking about him tempted her insides to barrel out of her mouth.

Popping a blackberry from her fruit salad into her mouth, Spencer said to Hanna, "Isn't it a bit early in the day to break out the 'f' word?"

With a piece of pancake dangling from her waving fork, Hanna complained, "Okay. So in my new friend group, we have brunch, who the f—eff does brunch, and we can't say the 'f' word before when?" She glanced at a nonexistent watch on her wrist, "3 in the afternoon? Is that right before tea time?"

Throughly enjoying Hanna's antics, Spencer replied before carefully sliding a perfectly cut piece of pancake into her mouth, "Something like that."

"Just so you know, Han," Emily said, "This is not how you make friends."

Spencer chuckled, "Just be thankful I've already dealt with a bitchy friend for four years in high school."

"Hey!" Alison chirped nibbling on a muffin. When Emily snickered with a mouth full of bacon, Alison elbowed her on her arm, "Hello, girlfriend, say something."

After swallowing, Emily nodded at Spencer with a serious look and said, "Spencer. Feel free to bring up Alison's past bitchiness at any time."

"Hey!" Alison said for the second time.

"So," Hanna spoke up stirring syrup around on her plate, "Does that mean I get to bring up your colorful years at any time, Em?"

"No!" Emily choked on a sip of orange juice and stuttered. "No it does not. Not at all. No, no. No ma'am. Nope."

"Wow," Spencer smiled. "So that's a no?"

While Hanna snickered at Emily's expense, Aria circled around to the beginning of the conversation, "Ali, I think it's your turn to tell your story."

"It really isn't that much of a story. I'm sure one of you," Alison's finger bobbed between Emily and Hanna, "have a better one."

Emily snorted snapping a piece of bacon in two, "Of course we do, but you should share anyway."

"It was my birthday and I got a lap—"

"Oh, the birthday lap dance," Hanna gazed up and sighed. "An oldie but a goodie."

"You like lap dances?" Spencer skeptically eyed the blonde while stabbing a piece of cantaloupe.

"Guys," Emily interrupted. "Ali's story. Shut it."

"Why thanks, babe," Alison smiled stroking a finger across the back of Emily's hand resting on the table.

"You're quite welcome," Emily grinned.

"Gross," Hanna gagged at small sign of the affection. She wasn't accustomed to Emily indulging in cute glances and touches, especially not with Alison DiLaurentis. For two years, Emily's definition of affection was eye sex which almost immediately led to actual sex. She groaned inwardly in distaste remembering that Alison was fresh out of a relationship with one of her friends. Emily sure can pick 'em.

Alison continued, "It was a birthday lap dance, but it was horrible. Just really, really, really bad."

"Did she make too much eye contact or have weird boobs?" Emily queried sipping her juice. "I've seen some seriously weird boobs at strip clubs."

"And she's seen weird boobs not in strip clubs," Hanna added.

"Moving on," Emily snipped glaring at her friend.

Aria shook her head and emphasized, "It was just bad. Like how the hell did that girl get hired? She was talking way too much."

"Way, way too much," Alison agreed. "And she kept doing this thing that was… just not right."

"Duncan doesn't give the best birthday gifts," Aria laughed picking at a muffin.

Spencer added blowing cold air against the steaming coffee in her cup, "I was there when he apologized the next day. Apparently, he asked for a different girl, but she had just gotten off the clock so they sent out someone else."

"He couldn't send her away without being rude," Aria said.

"So I sat there awkwardly for three and a half minutes talking to this girl grinding on my lap, if you can call it grinding," Alison shuddered popping a grape into her mouth.

"I'm actually disappointed that I didn't get to witness that," Spencer noted.

Hanna said leaning forward with her elbow on the table, "Well, Alison, when we take Spencer to a strip—"

"If we take Spencer," the other blonde corrected.

With a smirk, Hanna said, "I'm sorry, when," she stressed her original word, "we take Spencer to a strip club, we can get you a proper lap dance."

"Yeah," Emily shook her head while somehow managing to eat bacon and drink orange juice at the same time, "there's no way in hell that's happening."

Smiling, Alison replied, "Don't worry, I'd rather you give me a lap dance."

"That is the last thing you want Emily to do," Hanna said shaking her head.

"She's right," Emily agreed. "That's something I've never mastered."

Chuckling to herself, Hanna expounded, "I've seen her practice. It's the weirdest shit I've ever seen. Legs and arms just go everywhere. She looks like a wet noodle."

"Who does she practice on?" Alison asked.

"Me," Hanna chirped chewing on her pancake.

"What?" Spencer sputtered in her coffee. "On you? Really?"

Not looking up from her plate, Emily replied shoving a muffin into her mouth, "Just don't ask."

Amused by her girlfriend's discomfort, Alison leaned into her ear and commented, "You really are hungry, but are you sure it was worth turning me down?"

Emily smirked and replied, "You were the one who stopped."

"Hello!" Hanna snapped in Emily and Alison's direction. "It's time for my story."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're extremely rude?" Alison replied.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a—"

"The story, Han." Emily interrupted with a warning tone. If she didn't know the real reason Hanna constantly antagonized Alison, she'd drag her off and chew her out. Hanna hated it when Emily lied and right now, she was living in one. Unfortunately, Hanna blamed Alison as much as Emily so she took it out on both of them.

"Thank you," Hanna wiped a splotch of syrup from the corner of her mouth, "I've been to plenty of strip clubs, but my only real story would be when I ended up on stage dancing on a pole."

"Umm no, you were grinding on the pole. There was no dancing happening," Emily said poking at another piece of fruit from the bowl in the center of the table. "It was just you rubbing your vagina on the pole."

"Okay. We're trying to eat here," Spencer commented dropping a bite of pancake back onto her plate.

"Geez, Em," Hanna said. "Don't be so crude."

Alison chuckled and suggested to her girlfriend invading the large bowl of fruit, "You can put some of that on your plate so you're not digging into the main bowl."

"Oh, you're right," the brunette aimed her fork at the fruit on Alison's plate. "I can just have this."

Hanna snapped in the air once again. "It's my turn to talk."

"Oh you mean like it always is?" Alison smirked as she swatted at her girlfriend's fork.

Rolling her eyes, the other blonde said simply, "And it was super hot."

"Agreed," Emily commented still intent on stealing some of her girlfriend's fruit.

"Do we want to know what you were wearing?" Aria asked hesitantly.

"It was very PG-13," Emily clarified, "She just took off her shirt. Well, if PG-13 allows for grinding on poles."

"Emily's story is soooo not PG-13," Hanna stressed clearly eager for Emily to share a particular story.

Emily's phone buzzed in her back pocket. When she slid out the phone, she grunted at the name on her caller id. "Fuck me."

"It's too early for that," Hanna scolded at the sound of the curse word.

"It's Duncan."

Spencer, Aria and Alison froze mid bites, while Hanna urged, "Well pick it up! You've ignored his past two calls. He'll think that something is up."

"Something is up!" Emily replied.

"Well, whose fault is that? Answer it!" Hanna demanded.

Groaning at the truth of her friend's words, Emily pressed the green button on her screen and answered happily, "What up, man?"

Spencer mouthed, "Seriously? 'What up'?" to the rest of the group.

"Are you still out in the woods acting like an idiot?" Emily asked as she pushed back her chair to get up and dart far away from the group of women. Alison pinned her hand to the table and shook her head keeping her from leaving.

Slightly irritated with her girlfriend's insistence, the brunette had to smile broadly to mask the displeasure in her voice, "You said the exact same thing the last fifteen times you've called." She drummed her fingers under Alison's hand on the table very aware of four sets of ears dangling on her every word.

Her eyes bulged at the man's words, "You really don't have to call her that… or that… or that… whoa! 'Cunt' really isn't necessary… No! I'm not trying to defend her but seriously? 'Cunt'?" She shot Alison an apologetic glance. "Yeah when you get back we can totally talk about her." Alison flinched and retracted her hand, "but we can't really do that when you're in the woods. So get your ass back here. You're not a fucking lumberjack."

She propped an elbow on the table and buried her forehead into her palm, "I know. I'd be pissed too, just—" She sighed and complained, "Dude, I can't talk to you when you're wasted. You make more sense when you're high."

She started banging her head into her hand, "Look. Sober up and come back here. Don't be a little bitch." With her gaze fixed on the muffin crumbs on her plate, she couldn't see Alison, Spencer and Aria sharing a look of shock at Emily's harsh words while Hanna laughed into her napkin. "And don't bring any of that alcohol back with you. I don't wanna see that shit and if you drink and drive I'll kill you so many times."

Her head lifted and she tried once again to rise from the table. Alison's hand trapped her again so she cut the conversation short, "Look, I've got to work because some of us don't act like morons and commune with beer and nature when our feelings get hurt." She paused, nodded and replied, "Okay. I'll see you in a few days. What?"

Her face paled and she swallowed, "Yeah. I'm fine." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper, "Hanna was with me. I'm fine." It was the first time Duncan had brought up the anniversary of Maya's death. Although drunk off his ass, he managed to slur words of genuine concern. She felt Alison's fingers wrap tightly around her hand. As Duncan continued to string together words of comfort, the reality of the situation sickened Emily. Her former best friend was drunk because of Alison, whom she'd seen almost naked less than an hour ago. And at the moment, Alison was holding her hand while Duncan did his best to remind Emily that he cared despite his present antics about Alison. "I've gotta go. Remember? Work? Grow up and get your ass back here."

When she hung up, Spencer commented, "Remind me never to call you when I'm dealing with something extremely painful and personal."

As she shoved the phone back into her pocket, Emily shrugged, "We tell it to each other like it is." She tucked her right hand over Alison's knee. She was relieved when her girlfriend quickly gripped her hand reassuringly.

"Like I said," Hanna interrupted trying to spare her friend from any other comments about the phone call, "Emily's story was not PG-13."

Deciding not to pursue the subject of Emily's chat with her ex fiancé, Alison asked, "Do I even want to know?"

"She loves telling this story!" Hanna insisted.

Raising an eyebrow, Emily amended, "Yeah to a group of dudes. Not my—"

"You tell it or I will," Hanna warned playfully.

Emily chucked a grape at her friend and snickered when Hanna flipped her off as it bounced off of her cheek. "Fine," she began, "It was my sophomore year and Hanna, Duncan, three or four other people and I went to Vegas for a few days."

"Uh oh," Spencer commented, "Is this one of those 'what happened in Vegas should have stayed in Vegas' stories?"

"Don't worry," Hanna winked at Alison, "She didn't bring anything back that required antibiotics."

"I need to get you a shock collar or something," Emily said to Hanna before resuming. "So we were all really drunk and standing at the front of the stage hootin' and hollerin'."

"I'm sorry," Spencer held up a hand and interrupted, "Hootin' and hollerin'?"

"That's the best way to describe it," Emily said with a shrug remembering the very loud words of encouragement she and her group of friends had yelled at the women on the stage.

"And we were throwing dollar bills all over the place," Hanna said. "Most of them made it onto the stage."

"Of course, we had to tuck some in their thongs."

"Really?" Spencer's eyebrow shot upward.

"Duh," Hanna replied. "That's the normal thing to do. Some people even pass the bills with their mouths."

Afraid to ask, Alison said while rubbing circles on the back of Emily's hand, "Please don't tell me that you used your mouth."

Glancing over at her grimacing girlfriend, Emily replied, "Okay… I won't tell you."

"Oh, if you think that's bad," Hanna pointed her fork at the other blonde.

"So, my friends and I must have been way too into it because next thing I know, I'm getting pulled up on stage with two other girls and two strippers laid us down in a row."

"I do not like where this is going," Alison shook her head.

"Oh, you have no idea," Hanna stressed thoroughly enjoying Alison's discomfort. She could think of dozens of other stories that would make the woman's head spin.

"Han. I'm telling the story," Emily said taking a bite of a muffin. "So they started crawling on top of us one by one and pulled up our shirts." She slid her hand free from Alison's grip and started walking her fingers up and down her thigh.

"Like up to your neck with your bra showing?" Aria asked throughly engaged by her new friend's story.

Hanna giggled, "Umm no."

"They pulled up our bras too," Emily added before gulping down a sip of her juice.

"Wow," Spencer deadpanned. "I think I'm going to be saying that word a lot around you."

Enjoying the attention of Emily's fingers, Alison asked, "So you were on the stage topless in front of how many people?"

Before Emily could respond, Hanna replied, "This is Vegas we're talking about and it was a very, very busy Friday night slash Saturday morning." As Emily thumped her fork on her plate, her blonde friend continued, "You could barely move in there."

"Then, Hanna threw some dollar bills on top of me and one of the strippers who was kinda hot—"

"Super hot," Hanna corrected.

"According to vodka goggles," Emily clarified, "The chick stuck a dollar bill in my mouth and—"

"And the super hot stripper pulled it out with her mouth, spit it to the side and they totally started making out right there on the stage." Hanna plopped down her fork with the biggest smile on her face seemingly filled with pride at her friend's escapade.

Shaking her head, Emily continued, "But then I got tossed out by a bouncer because I kinda started touching places that I shouldn't. Apparently, she could touch my boobs but I couldn't touch hers."

"It was epic," Hanna concluded eyeing Alison.

Unsure how to respond, Alison asked, "So you made out with a stripper half naked in front of a packed strip club?"

"Hell yeah she did," Hanna replied with a smirk before she added, "She didn't take the girl home or anything. Not that girl."

"Wow," Spencer said.

"I seriously am never taking you out in public," Emily groaned at Hanna's comment tossing another grape at her over-sharing friend. She continued, "We also got busted for fake ids, but it was so worth it."

Shaking her head in a weird type of awe, Aria said, "You were right. None of our stories could ever touch that one."

"So," Alison said, "That was your right of passage as a human being?"

Counting on her fingers, Emily replied, "No, that was actually my fifth right of passage."

"Wow," Spencer shook her head and chuckled. "Again I need to use that word."

"I don't know how we afforded it," Hanna took a sip of her juice before continuing, "Em didn't have a shit ton of money until—"

"Hey Han!" Emily interrupted shaking her head desperately trying to shut her up. Her right hand now snapped onto her own thigh as she tapped her pointer finger nervously.

"What? Alison knows about the car, right? The one you sold for that charity thing?" Hanna glared at Alison and said sarcastically, "Thanks for charming her into doing that, by the way. I used that car to impress clients."

"Yeah, I know about that," Alison agreed grateful for the segue into how exactly Emily had the car in the first place. "I was kind of shocked that you owned a car like that considering the size of your house."

"What size is that?" Emily asked.

"Stupid small," Hanna replied.

"Shut up, Han," Emily rolled her eyes.

"I still can't believe you got rid of it," Hanna complained, "that car was totally the best engagement gift ever. I mean—"

"Hanna!" Emily blurted. Alison paused before shoving a strawberry into her mouth with her fork as her eyes whipped toward her girlfriend.

"What?" Hanna shrugged. "Oh shit." She hung her head at the sight of Alison's stunned look. "You didn't tell her that part."

"I surely did not," Emily snipped.

Alison dropped her fork and asked, "That Porsche was Maya's engagement gift? A hundred thousand dollar car?"

"It was more than—"

"Hanna!" Emily snapped. Calming herself, she explained as nonchalantly as possible, "Maya was loaded, like really loaded. I joked one time that I wanted a Porsche as an engagement gift and…" she gulped unable to read Alison's look. "She made that happen."

"I'm sorry," Spencer replied with eyes narrowed in confusion. "I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around this."

Slowly, Hanna replied, "Maya had money. Maya loved Emily. Maya bought Emily nice things. Maya—"

"She doesn't have a verbal comprehension problem," Emily corrected her friend and continued, "She bought the car outright a month before she…" the brunette cleared her throat. "She was super paranoid about her family being able to take things so she made sure to write the car into her will."

"She had a will?" Spencer asked.

"If you knew her crazy family, you'd understand. She had one since she was eighteen," Hanna clarified. "That will was really, really specific."

"And we're not getting into that," Emily glared at her friend.

"So," Alison replied hesitantly, "You've had the car this whole time?"

"What was I supposed to do with it?" Emily answered the question with a question. She couldn't read anything in Alison's face other than confusion, but she was willing to bet she was pissed that she was finding this out from Hanna.

"It's the same as the ring conundrum," Hanna offered before she scoffed, "It was such a waste. She never even drove the car. She just let me borrow it occasionally."

"So Maya is the 'relative' who gave you the car?" Alison raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah…" Emily admitted reluctantly. She'd deliberately delayed this conversation after their decision to move a little slower in their relationship. Leave it to Hanna to blurt out a secret.

"She had a lot of money?" Alison pried.

Before she answered, Emily knew where this was headed and she sighed, "Yes."

"What happened to her money after she…?"

All of a sudden, Emily really wished she had just torn off Alison's clothes at her house. Now that she thought about it, she was tempted to drag Alison into Spencer's house right now and drown out this conversation with much more appealing sounds.

The blonde must have noticed Emily's eyes beginning to wander to her chest and she interrupted her girlfriend's inappropriately wandering thoughts, "What happened to it?"

Shaking off her ill timed blaze of desire, Emily placed her hand over Alison's on the table top and said quietly, "Let's not do this now."

"Should I just wait and find out from Hanna?"

"No," Emily brushed a finger against her girlfriend's chin. "That's the last thing you'll be hearing from her." Emily hoped to ease the tension as she leaned in to peck the blonde on the lips.

"What's going on here?" a male voice asked.

Emily's head whipped to the man standing beside Spencer. It was Toby. Fucking shit. She scolded herself for being idiotic enough to assume that one of Duncan's friends wouldn't stumble upon her and Alison. The fruit, bacon and muffins turned against her and groaned in her stomach. Toby wore a look of surprise, confusion and judgement. Before she could think, she jumped to her feet and asked, "Toby, can I talk to you?" She nodded toward Spencer's spacious yard. "Like far away from this table?"

Alison's fingers wrapped around her wrist as she said, "Let me come with you."

"No," Emily refused abruptly as she shook off the blonde's hand. "Just stay here." It wasn't Alison who needed to explain herself. Alison wasn't the one talking to Duncan almost everyday and lying through her teeth. Emily was absolutely disgusted with herself and she needed to be sure that Toby wouldn't be the one to tell Duncan the truth.

As she and Toby trudged across the lawn, he asked, "Are you going to tell me that it's not what it looks like?"

Swallowing her guilt and disappointment with herself, Emily said, "Nope. It's exactly what it looks like."

I do love the PLL5!

Also, Em is in trouble. Whoops.