Hello beautiful people! My God I was worried that I wasn't going to be able to update this story until next week because my schedule got insane, but thankfully I found time to finish the second half of this chapter (after you know my brain was like go write that cute ass one shot where Hanna calls Emily Ali's baby daddy and Paige gets owned for being the total obsessed with Emily bike riding stalker that she is-so glad you guys enjoyed That's Not Why, I Promise by the way haha).
Anyway I survived my first week of Grad School and Lord have mercy are my classes intense-like I was expecting it, but still DAMN! Like I had to read 250 pages on literary theory only to have the author conclude in the end that literary theory was complete bullshit and served no purpose in academia and life in general...to which I was like then why the hell did you write this book on the history of literary theory bro?! And furthermore why did my professor assign it? Thankfully the readings I did for my other classes made more sense and were a hell of a lot more interesting...And my younger brother survived his first week of college but now he's two hours away from me which sucks but it's kind of adorable because he FaceTime's me a lot now lol.
Okay okay enough about the personal life and back to the Pretty Little Liars. I promised y'all a long ass rant about 7x10 so you've been warned!
Honestly I don't even know where to begin...
First of all WTF is up with the editing on PLL?! Like my head hurt from how botched this episode was strung together. Honestly I could have found some techy pot heads from my block who would have done a better job at having the scenes move smoothly into the next instead of you know cutting Emison's kiss short (cough cough again)!
Speaking of our beautiful ladies I was happy and annoyed with what we got as a fandom. Personally my favorite part of the episode was seeing Alison get incredibly jealous of Paige in front of Emily. Oh my God yes gurl! Get your oblivious mermaid to notice how madly in love with her you are! When Ali said, "Ugh, I'm gonna be sick" I fucking cheered you better believe it. Speaking of Paige can she just go the hell away already?! Who the hell does she think she is going around calling Emily her girlfriend?! Like girl are you blind?! You been riding that bike too long in the sun and are now having hallucinations or what? Like she's become a straight up stalker and Lord have mercy when she started saying all that shit about my girl Alison I wanted Brittany to pop up on my screen and throttle her ass! Like Paige honey you ARE the one who hasn't changed! Alison's character development is literally one of the most beautiful things ever so bye Felicia! Ride that bike right into a tree or semi truck either one...How people ship Paily I'll never understand! She's always been so controlling and never respected Emily and the decisions she's made. Case in point did anyone else notice how disgusted Alison was when she found out Paige didn't even respect that Emily was seeing Sabrina? I was like oh my God Ali you love Emily so much that you respect her choice to be with Sabrina if she so chooses (even though it's dumb as hell) and that's why you haven't made a move on her yet. Anyone else notice that Ali only kissed Emily after she said "Things with Sabrina are on pause right now." in that previous scene? Just another reason to love Alison DiLaurentis! Paige would never!
Speaking of Ali surprise surprise she's pregnant! Oh my God it's not like we saw that coming two months ago or anything...That was sarcasm by the way. I loved how before the reveal though Emily was just going through Alison's drawers like she knew where everything was and shit already. I was like dear Lord they are so married it's not even funny! I also swooned so hard when Emily let Ali know that no matter what she'll be there for her. And okay okay that couch scene. I melted when Emily wiped Alison's tear. Like that was the sweetest thing ever and then Ali leaned in to kiss her and yeah I almost died. Who would've thought that the line "That's not why, I promise" could mean so much? That kiss paralleled the library kiss and it was just so tender and pure like Emison honestly is. Oh and them cuddling the next morning was my favorite thing ever (even though Paige so rudely interrupted them-again GO AWAY), but Emily was so gentle when she moved Ali and I just melted some more!
NOW for the shit I wanted to happen with Emison in 7x10. Um hello a feelings talk would be nice Marlene! I need them to fucking say "I love you" and it really aint that hard to have them do! If you need any ideas on how to do that Mar please read mine and other fanfic writers numerous accounts on how that conversation can come into fruition. I swear guys if Emison doesn't talk about this kiss like they didn't talk about 5x05 I'm going to Marlene's house with all my girls and we're having words! I just get so annoyed because literally every other couple on the show even the ones that aren't going to last (like Emily and Talia for example) talk after they kiss and Emison is the only one who hasn't. It's obvious that they're soulmates. It's obvious that they belong together. But they need to say it out loud.
Speaking of saying things out loud where was that exploration of Alison's sexuality story line that we were getting. Did I miss it or...
And lol Marlene saying Alison's just starting to wrap her head around the idea of being bisexual. She's been making out with Emily since she was 13/14 and slept with her in 5x05 I'm pretty sure she's got her head wrapped around it!
Okay moving on from Emison to the other ships...
Haleb: Yeah I always knew they were meant to be together that's why I never understood why they broke them up in the first place, but they just seem tainted to me now and a little rushed. Like didn't Caleb just end things with Spencer two days ago? And honestly did we need to have a two minute sex scene? You couldn't have given a couple of those seconds to Emison's kiss?
Spoby: God these two have grown on me. They're adorable and love each other so much. You could tell how much that good bye kiss destroyed Toby. Like he obviously loves Yvonne, but a part of him will always belong to Spencer. And my God did they both have to be in near death experiences during the same episode? I really don't think either one of them is dead, but I'm pretty sure Yvonne is, which is sad because she's a really good person.
Ezria: Y'all know I loathe this ship with a passion, but honestly what is the point in having Nicole be alive and having Ezra kiss her just to create drama? My heart broke for Aria. I love her and honestly think she can do so much better than Ezra...her and Jason actually make a really great pair just saying...I also was in shock that Marlene would create some turbulence for Ezria since she caters to that fan base like no other.
Hanna kidnapping Noel and Mona coming to help her was kind of hilarious. But isn't it funny how Noel escaped after Mona said I'll take care of it and Hanna left? Like Mona what is your definition of taking care of stuff? And creepy as fuck how Mona and Caleb knew how the other liked their coffee...that shit was so weird. And then you had Sidney making her three second appearance as Jenna 2.0 (like did they honestly pay that actress just for that?)
Oh my God that scene with the five liars and that creepy ass haunted house place. Okay first of all you can so tell that they grew up in a rich suburb...like hello Jenna is blind knock her ass down the stairs! Lord if that was me or any of my friends we would have chop blocked that bitch so fast and dipped like no tomorrow!
And why would Jenna trust herself to be walking around with a loaded gun anyway? Like wasn't she worried that she might trip and accidentally shoot herself? This show makes no damn sense.
Emily why the hell did you have your phone out? Like were you posting something to Instagram and it just couldn't wait? I swear Alison just looked at her like "God I love you, but you're such an idiot sometimes!" And then of course she was scared to go back up by herself and we got Buttahbenzo prowling around upstairs with Noel lurking between shit with a fucking Renaissance era ax. And then damn Emily slugged him so hard that his fucking head got sliced off (seriously Em forget being a swim coach and start boxing)! Okay not gonna lie I laughed my ass off when that happened. I know I'm terrible, but c'mon like something like that would actually happen in real life?! And then Jenna kicked his head! C'mon that's comedy gold!
I knew Spencer was going to be the one to get shot. She's always shielding the others from harm and honestly I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner. Our girl's strong, she'll pull through and get back to being twelve steps ahead of every one else in no time! But Mary Drake being her mother? Like in what universe does that make sense? And does that make Spencer and Ali cousins or something else since Mary and Jessica were twins? And Mary like you should not be singing a damn lullaby to Spencer while she's bleeding profusely. I know she had pressure on the wound, but still is everyone in Rosewood crazy? Right stupid question.
And unless I'm mistaken A.D. shot Spencer and then threw Jenna in the back of their van? I still think Charlotte's alive y'all and A.D...or maybe it's Melissa (but damn that'd be some cold shit! Although I guess technically Spencer wouldn't be her sister?)...or hell maybe it's Paige she's fucking psycho. Lol watch A.D. be some random ass character that none of us remember like that homeless guy from 5x03 who yelled at Hanna and Emily in Philly or I'll laugh my ass off if it turns out to be Mona and she played the liars this entire time...
All I know is this damn show better answer all of these questions in the last ten episodes and Emison better be girlfriends and raising their baby because you know they're gonna have Alison be pregnant with Emily's eggs just for the hell of it...Like I said in another author's note I wanted Emison to be girlfriends and take Pepe to the dog park...this whole forced pregnancy scenario a'int the fluffy masterpiece I have playing out in my head, but I guess I'll take what I can get!
Holy crap so sorry I went on such a rant, but I think you guys are used to it by now!
Back to Guardian Angel! A lot happens in this chapter and I really think you'll like the ending (insert smiley face here).
As always please let me know your thoughts and thank you for the continued support!
I hope you all enjoy!
Guardian Angel: An Emison Story Chapter Nine
Putting the Pieces Together
November 14, 2019
Alison and Brittany's house
The Bronx, New York City
9:00 am
"Okay, so feel free to help yourself to whatever. There's loads of food in the fridge and…" Alison craned her neck so she could catch a glimpse of the coffee pot near the back of the granite counter top, "…Miraculously still some coffee left."
Emily giggled as the gorgeous blonde walked over and poured each of them a cup. Ali was so cute when she got all domestic. The detective was still crouched down on the ground giving Pepe an obscene amount of attention. The adorable sheltie had practically tackled her when she walked into Alison's house in The Bronx not even ten minutes ago. She'd been worried that Pepe wouldn't remember her. After all it had been over seven years since they'd last seen one another in Rosewood, but she'd always felt like they'd had a special connection (given how fiercely protective they both were over Alison), which was only confirmed by Pepe's need to constantly jump into her body and lick her face now. Emily hadn't realized just how much she'd missed her canine bestie until she ran her fingers through his soft fur and scratched him behind his ears again. The brunette had been so focused on longing for Ali all these years that she neglected to remember everything that came alone with having the blonde in her life-Pepe definitely being an added bonus.
"If Pepe ever lets you get up, the TV remote's on the breakfast bar, babe. And the Times is here somewhere…"
Emily's heart fluttered at the use of the pet name and she smiled as she stood up (much to Pepe's dismay) and walked over towards her girl. Alison returned her expression and suddenly Emily was bombarded with images of them in the future flashing through her mind. It hit the detective in the three strides it took her to get to Ali how much she wanted to wake up every morning like this-Alison curled up on her chest and worrying about where the paper was after they'd gotten to her sister's house to go on their mission for the day. Well that's assuming Ali would move in with her…eventually…down the road. Oh my God Fields chill. She's not going anywhere! But with Charles back in the mix…
Emily still couldn't believe that Charles was the mastermind behind their serial killer. The brunette was shocked that their former tormentor had somehow managed to convince someone at the maximum security federal penitentiary where he was supposed to spend the rest of his life to work with him and basically create an -A protégé. It was completely fucking insane. God wait until Hanna, Spencer, and Aria catch wind of this. Although if Ali, Brittany, and I can stop Charles without having to involve them that'd be even better.
"Hey…where'd you go just now?" The sound of Ali's soft voice and the feel of her gentle hand cupping Emily's cheek thankfully drew the brunette out of her Charles filled thoughts.
Looking down into Alison's gorgeous crystal blue eyes, the former swimmer knew she couldn't lie. Ali would see right through her…
Emily let out a gentle sigh, "I was just thinking about how much I want this to be my reality…Waking up next to you every morning and being all domestic…" Ali offered the detective the smile she only reserved for her and Emily tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and reverently ran her thumb along that flawless face as she honestly revealed, "…And how Charles could rip that away from us."
A determined flare flashed through her girlfriend's eyes, "He's not gonna win, mermaid."
Emily wanted to believe that, but the last seven years proved that Charles could very well take Alison from her. What would make this time any different?
"We're not scared teenagers anymore who succumb to his every demand out of fear that he'll reveal some secret of ours," Alison reasoned and Emily found it amazing how the blonde literally just read her mind. The Guardian briefly looked down before she stated with steely conviction, "We've both grown so much since then…And I mean for God's sake baby we both kick mega ass for our jobs…Charles doesn't stand a chance in hell."
Emily giggled because Alison was sporting her pre-disappearance smirk and really if Ali was confident in their combined abilities (not to mention they had Brittany), why shouldn't she be?
"Well if you say so…" The brunette trailed off with a playful glint in her chocolate brown orbs.
"Oh Em, believe me. I know so," Alison playfully fired back at her before leaning up on her tippy toes and placing a reassuring kiss on Emily's lips. The detective felt her worry disappear as their lips continued to move in perfect tandem against each other's. It was so sweet and innocent…and just utterly perfect.
God when Alison kisses me like this I'd believe anything she says.
Emily has to remind herself to not completely lose control and give into her burning physical desires for Ali. She really really wants to just ravish her girl and lift her onto the breakfast bar and just devour her whole, but Brittany (the CIA's fiercest Guardian Angel who could kill her in five hundred different ways) is in close proximity to them. The former basketball great considers Alison to be her younger sister, and Emily really doesn't want to make that kind of first impression on someone so very protective over Ali.
Breaking their tender embrace Emily drew Alison into her strong arms and kissed the crown of the blonde's head, inhaling her unique vanilla scent before she breathed out, "I love you."
She could just feel Alison smile (even though her head was tucked into the crook of Emily's neck) as she responded, "I love you too."
They stayed like that for a few more moments before Ali backed out of her arms and sweetly demanded, "Now, eat some breakfast. I refuse to let you go hungry and considering you have no food in your apartment…"
Emily rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's observation. She'd already gotten this lecture about her inconsistent eating habits and need to take better care of herself from her mother last night; did she really need to get it again?
Ali looks really cute when she's trying to be stern…Emily bit her bottom lip especially when her eyebrows furrow.
"I insist that you raid my fridge."
The beautiful blonde turned around and grabbed her cup of coffee. Emily's knees nearly buckled as Alison took her first sip and practically moaned in appreciation. Do NOT think about Alison moaning in other situations right now! I repeat do NOT think about Alison moaning or coming undone underneath you…fucking hell too late.
"Mmm, Em this is seriously soo good. You have to have some," It took the detective almost thirty seconds to snap out of her not so PG thoughts and acknowledge that Alison had spoken to her and was holding out a mug of piping hot heavenly goodness.
Shaking her head Emily grabbed the of course New York Knicks mug and lightly chuckled. Ali had mentioned that her family was obsessed with the NBA team and apparently she wasn't joking.
Taking a generous sip, Emily found herself moaning as the exquisite coffee hit her taste buds. Seriously this was like the best coffee she'd ever had. Like better than The Brew or Revolutionary Bean good (and that was saying something).
Alison laughed at her reaction, "I know, right? Doesn't matter how sleep deprived she is Brittany always makes the best coffee."
Alison's eyes practically sparkled as she mentioned her best friend's name and Emily found herself being so incredibly grateful that the athletic brunette had saved Ali in Central Park all those years ago. She'd seriously given her soulmate a reason to keep fighting-not to mention a remarkable family-and Emily didn't know how she was ever going to repay her.
"Speaking of which I'm gonna go find her…" Ali announced a few seconds later and walked out of the kitchen (coffee mug in hand) to another area of the huge house.
Emily couldn't help but stare after her retreating form because damn what an ass. She laughed when Pepe nudged her leg and gave her an almost incredulous look.
"What?" Emily whispered to the dog as she scratched behind his ears which made Pepe's tongue hang out of his mouth adorably, "I can't help it your mom's the most beautiful woman in the world Pepe." And God was that ever the truth-inside and out Alison DiLaurentis was the most phenomenal human being that Emily Fields had ever known. Emily smiled and she's my girlfriend…wow.
A soft smile spread over Alison's face as she walked into Brittany's bedroom. Her best friend was freshly showered, completely ready for the day, and sound asleep on her oh so comfortable bed. She looked so peaceful. Ali was tempted to just leave Brittany at their house and let her rest for the day, but she knew the tall brunette would kill her if she did so. It didn't matter that Ali was worried sick about her. The blonde sighed; she knew that Britt was barely sleeping…what with four unsolved murders driving her crazy and especially after she put the pieces together about Charles' involvement with their serial killer. She would be on high alert keeping their family safe, until she and Ali (and well Emily now too) won this war.
Alison took another sip from her coffee mug before setting it down on Brittany's bedside table. She'd only drank about half of the liquid gold-figuring her best friend would appreciate the extra caffeine when Ali eventually got her out of her slumber.
The blonde heard Emily fumbling around in the kitchen and she couldn't help but let out a small giggle. It looks like her girl had not improved her cooking skills whatsoever in their time apart. And it was rather comical because all Emily had to do was warm up some food for breakfast…
Okay I got my one brunette eating; now I just need to unfortunately wake this one up.
Alison gently sat down next to Brittany on the bed and lightly ran her fingers through the other woman's wavy brown hair. Her best friend let out a small groan and Ali was slightly relieved because that meant Britt wasn't in that deep of a slumber.
"I really hope that's you Ali…" The brunette groggily breathed out as she wrapped her arms more securely around her pillow and kept her eyes closed.
The blonde laughed before scooting down in the bed and making herself comfortable. There were maybe six inches between them and Alison sighed. Their current position reminded Alison of the numerous nights where she'd crawled into Brittany's bed after a horrific PTSD flashback and the brunette would hold her and tell her she was safe and loved. For the first two years of their friendship this was an almost nightly occurrence. And even though Alison hasn't felt compelled to seek solace in her best friend's arms during the wee hours of the night in what feels like forever, it's comforting to know that Brittany would always be there for her and never judge her if she did.
Alison smiled as she playfully questioned, "Were you expecting someone else? Don't tell me that you have another best friend who works with you at the CIA, Brittany…"
Her best friend laughed as she finally opened her lighter hued blue eyes, met Ali's gaze, and honestly stated, "No, just you, Ali."
"Good," Ali's smirk morphed into a relaxed smile as a comfortable silence filled the space around them. The blonde noted that Brittany looked slightly more rested than she had over the past few days (her eyes at least were bright and aware), but she supposes that's due to Teresa staying at their house for the time being. The nurse was a mother through and through and Ali can only imagine the lecture her best friend received last night about her nonexistent sleeping schedule.
"Sooo…" A mischievous look spread over Brittany's face and Ali quirked an eyebrow, "How was spending the night at Emily's?"
Oh Lord she totally thinks Em and I had sex…which is hilarious because I haven't been with anyone since that glorious night with Emily during senior year…
Alison playfully shoved the tall brunette's shoulder and whisper shouted, "Before you let your mind go to a dirty place, we didn't do that!" Not like you didn't want to, Ali…
Brittany offered her a crooked smile and inferred, "But you wanted to."
A feisty glare flashed across Alison's brilliant blue eyes and after a minute of silence where Britt sported that all knowing look and saw right thru her Ali exasperated, "Of course I wanted to! Okay! Are you happy now? God!"
In a much softer and compassionate tone her best friend inquired, "If you wanted to then why didn't you?"
An incredulous look spread across Alison's face as she reasoned, "Because! Charles is back in the picture and our serial killer is still terrorizing the City! I feel guilty even thinking about my own…needs when that's our reality!"
What the hell? Of all people Brittany should understand putting the needs of everyone else before yourself…
When she tore her gaze from Brittany the older woman gently grabbed her hand, "Ali…" Her best friend's tone was so comforting and it almost unnerved Alison even more. Why was Brittany saying it was okay for her to want to get lost in Emily? They were Guardians who were supposed to protect the planet above everything else. It was normal for them to sacrifice their own happiness for the sake of everyone else's.
"You're human and you just got reunited with your lost love. It's normal to want to express that with her…you know…physically," Alison let out a quiet laugh as she met Britt's understanding gaze. The former basketball star ran soothing circles along the back of her hand as she honestly proclaimed, "You're not a bad person or a bad Guardian if you make love to Emily before we figure all this out."
For the millionth time since Brittany had come literally swooping into her life, Ali felt her heart flutter as she processed the kind words.
Before she could stop herself Alison asked, "Have you ever…you know…while we've been working on a case?" The blonde was genuinely curious and she hoped Britt understood that she wasn't trying to pry. After all they told each other everything, so this constituted as part of that, right?
Brittany shook her head, "No, but you know me…I don't date…and I'm not the type of person to just sleep around." Ali sighed. Her best friend was honestly too pure for this world. Despite the hook up culture that permeated the millennial generation, Brittany believed in waiting to be intimate with someone until she was in love with them. It was just one of the many things that the former queen bee loved about her.
She also loved how Brittany was unapologetically bisexual. "I'm attracted to someone's mind and soul; and whether they're male or female really doesn't matter to me. I mean don't get me wrong I prefer women, but if the right guy came along…I'm not gonna close that door, because I could be missing out on something really great." Her best friend had shrugged like her statement was no big deal, but for Alison it was so incredibly profound. It helped her come to grips with the fact that she was indeed bisexual as well (although everyone in her family said that she was Emilysexual-which let's be real was the truth).
"No…you just rescue girls in alleyways and make out with them for hours on end afterwards…" Ali teased and she had to roll out of the way when Brittany tried to swat her with her pillow at the mention of that infamous night a little over a year and a half ago.
Ali chuckled when Brittany noticed the cup of coffee on her bedside table, sat up, and took a huge sip before turning her attention back to the sometimes troublesome blonde, "Ok, for the last time, Ali her ex was being a complete douche and pretty much stalking her, so I intervened. I walked her back to her hotel room and we ended up talking and then things kind of escalated from there…"
"Britt, you didn't just make out with her after you two talked. You spent the night and cuddled. Not to mention you took her out for breakfast the next morning…" Alison kindly pointed out. Honestly that following morning was the happiest she'd ever seen Brittany (well excluding the day Mandela was born), and the blonde never understood why her best friend didn't try and get together again with this mystery woman.
Britt just shrugged in response as a small smile formed on her face, "What can I say? She was special." Her best friend crossed her legs on the bed and continued to drink the coffee that Ali knew she would appreciate.
Alison sat up and crossed her own legs. Her knees brushed against Brittany's as she questioned, "Why didn't you ever try and get in touch with her again?"
We work for the CIA after all…it wouldn't have been that hard to track her down.
Brittany shyly looked down as she explained, "She was only in town for one more day. Her friend had a fashion thing…and you and I were leaving for Pakistan in like two days. I don't know, I just thought it would be too complicated…"
Damn I love our job, but it complicates everything.
"You still think about her all the time don't you?" Alison observed.
"Every once in a while…" Britt replied and Ali arched a perfect eyebrow in challenge as the brunette finished her coffee and set the mug down on her bedside table.
Finally caving a few moments later, Brittany exasperated, "Okay! At least once a day, but damn Ali it's not every day that you meet a girl like that."
Alison dreamily sighed as she thought about Emily, "Mmhmm tell me about it."
"Sooo…" Brittany dramatically hedged out desperate to change the subject, "What did you and Emily do last night if you weren't getting sexy in the sheets?"
God, why did I tell her everything that's ever happened in my life? Now she throws my phrases right back at me.
Ali felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she recalled, "Well…I told her everything we found out about Charles and some of our theories…and you know that kind of ruined any romantic mood there was…"
Brittany smiled at that, "I can imagine. Nothing like your former tormentor popping back into your life to quell your raging libido…"
Alison shook her head at the brunette's joke, "Anyway…we just cuddled all night…" Ali trailed off before she bit her bottom lip and bashfully revealed, "And I asked her to be my girlfriend."
"Oh my God, Ali that is so sweet!" Brittany gushed and Ali almost burst out laughing when the brunette's Bronx accent came out full-fledged, "Making it all official and shit, hot damn! I need to meet this woman! Is she in the kitchen?"
Before Alison could process the last part of Britt's statement, her best friend had flipped off the bed (yes flipped), God working for the CIA makes you do some weird shit sometimes, and headed out her bedroom door.
Alison quickly shimmied off the bed and sprinted after her best friend. Luckily she caught up with Brittany in the hallway before she'd crossed the threshold into their living room…which was in view of their kitchen…where the love of her life was.
Jumping onto her best friend's back and covering her mouth with her left hand before the inevitable, "What the hell are you doing, Ali?!" could leave her lips, the blonde quietly begged, "Brittany, I love you, but please for the love of God do NOT get all big sister protective and scare Emily!"
Brittany gave her an unamused expression and Alison took her hand off of her best friend's mouth, but remained on her back. What can she say? Brittany and Bradley both gave great piggy back rides.
After a few moments Brittany earnestly inquired, "Ali I was literally going to say, 'Hi, nice to meet you.' How in the hell is that scary?"
Ali huffed out and tried her best to explain without offending the person who meant so much to her, "You're just intimidating sometimes. You give off this ass kicking aura without even trying to…"
"Emily's a New York City detective, Ali. I'm pretty sure she can handle it…" Brittany pointed out and Alison didn't miss the look of hurt flash through her eyes as she continued, "Besides I only get in ass kicking mode with bad guys, I'd like to think I'm nice otherwise."
"No! No! You are, Britt!" Alison reassured in a panic. Oh my God, I'm being such an idiot! Brittany's wonderful, what the fuck am I doing? Ali hugged the other woman around the shoulders, "You're the most selfless person I know and I love you, please don't doubt that."
Ali was worried she'd actually hurt the athletic brunette's feelings until a small smile spread over Brittany's face, "I know, Ali. You're just protective over your mermaid. I promise to be on my best behavior…"
The blonde giggled before Brittany gave her a playful glare and teasingly demanded, "Now, get off my back and introduce me to your girlfriend."
Emily hadn't meant to go snooping around Alison and Brittany's house after eating some of the best breakfast food she's ever tasted (but c'mon she's a detective she literally can't help herself). Seriously now she understood why Eva, Ali's sister-in-law's catering business was one of the most sought after in all of New York City-the woman was a genius. Like Pam Fields can't even hold a candle to her (but don't tell her mother that because it would break her heart).
She'd stumbled across a photo album in the two women's living room a little over twenty minutes ago, and it was like she was getting a snap shot into her love's life over the past seven years.
Tucked into the front flap of the photo album was a hand written letter that had Emily nearly on the verge of tears when she read it.
Dear Ali,
Happy 25th birthday, sweetie! You are growing into such an incredible young woman and I feel honored that I've been able to witness it since you've been in my life! I hope these pictures make you smile as much as you make me smile every single day. There are no words in the world that can express just how much you mean to me, so I guess I'll keep it short and sweet!
I love you Alison and thank God every day for blessing me with a daughter like you!
I can't wait to see what the next 25 years bring! Again happy birthday!
Love always,
Mom
When Alison had told her how welcoming Brittany's mother and brother had been the moment they'd met her, Emily hadn't realized just how a part of the Johnson family her beautiful blonde had become. It was honestly the sweetest thing ever and Emily was so incredibly glad that Ali had all of them (Eva and Mandela coming along later, but still being so vital to her girlfriend coming back to life after all the shit she went through with Charles in Rosewood). The pictures in the photo album just encapsulated how alive Ali truly had become with these people in her life. And Emily found it hilarious how Pepe ended up in a majority of them as well.
She looked down at the adorable fur ball who was resting his head in her lap as they sat on the couch. The detective smiled as she put Ali's photo album back in its rightful place. Pepe turned his head and gave her a look that said "stop being noisy and pet me, Fields." God he's more spoiled now than he was back then. Before he just had Ali and I giving him endless affection…now though…Lord I don't even want to know.
Emily leaned back into the incredibly comfortable couch and scratched Pepe behind his ears as she waited for Alison to come back. She'd heard muffled voices filtering in from the hallway not too long ago, so the detective's assuming that she'll come face to face with the former Bronx Baller basketball phenome that she'd become borderline obsessed with over the past week relatively soon. But it's not her fault that their serial killer had dumped Rebecca's body right next to a spray painted portrait of Brittany from her high school playing days…and it's not like Emily knew that the former All-American was Ali's big sister when she'd started digging up any and everything on Brittany Johnson.
Jesus, it's almost like God was doing everything in his power to bring Ali and I back together.
The brunette hadn't realized that she'd zoned out until she felt nimble fingers intertwine with her own. Tearing her gaze from the bay window that showed off Alison and Brittany's large backyard that was currently buried under a lite layer of snow, Emily looked up only to be rendered speechless by her girlfriend's pools of ocean blue. They were looking at her with nothing but love and dear God she'll never grow tired of that sight.
Ali beamed at her while she gently pulled the detective up from the couch, "Em, there's someone I want you to meet."
The blonde led her back into the kitchen after they stared into each other's eyes for an obscenely long time (yeah the sexual tension was definitely building) and the detective was thankfully able to get her bearings before she came face to face with Brittany who was leaning against the kitchen island and sporting a gentle smile.
Brittany was just one of those effortlessly beautiful people who didn't even have to put that much effort into their appearance in order to look good. Her wavy brown hair cascaded perfectly past her shoulders and down her back and her bright blue eyes bore right into your soul. The Guardian oozed a swagger that was indescribable and gave off a protective aura that was incredibly comforting. Emily doesn't think she's ever seen anyone in better physical shape either…all lean muscle and the detective would assume chiseled features. Ali hadn't mentioned whether or not Brittany had a significant other and Emily can't imagine that the tall brunette wouldn't…Jesus, just look at her.
No woman would ever be as beautiful in Emily's eyes as Alison, but it wasn't like the detective was blind either.
Alison supportively squeezed her hand and had to practically drag the shocked detective over towards her best friend before she sweetly introduced, "Babe, this is Brittany. And Brittany this is Emily Fields my-"
Before her love can finish her statement, Brittany cut Alison off with a playful glint in her eyes, "Your mermaid…girlfriend…love of your life…soulmate, and…future wife. Did I miss anything, Ali?"
Emily didn't need to glance down to know that Alison was blushing profusely. The brunette pulled her girl into her side and pressed a soothing kiss to Alison's temple before turning her attention back to Brittany who she could tell meant no malice in her teasing.
"It's really great to meet you, Emily."
The detective nodded in agreement before she stressed, "It's really great to meet you, too."
She held out her hand and Brittany just laughed before she pulled the former swimmer into a gentle hug.
"I'd say we're past the point of a hand shake, Emily," Brittany reasoned and Emily couldn't have agreed more.
She let out a lighthearted laugh, "Yeah, definitely."
Emily was waiting for Brittany to release her after the appropriate couple seconds of initial greeting, but instead the tall brunette drug her in further to their embrace and whispered into her ear, "I can see how much you love Alison, but soulmate or not just remember Emily that I found Ali when she was a barely functioning human being and it took my family and I years to get her to love herself again. And if you ever hurt her I won't hesitate to dismember your body and spread the pieces in parts of the world that no one even knows exist. Trust me I'm the most lethal weapon at the CIA's disposal…I can make it happen."
The detective gulped. Holy shit. She'd been anticipating some kind of protective threat from the other woman, but that was something else. She could literally feel her heart stop beating in fear. Breathe Em, breathe.
"I'll never hurt, Alison…I promise, Brittany," Emily earnestly whispered back as she hugged the brunette tighter.
A few moments later Brittany eased up on her borderline vice grip and the detective took a small step back, before she professed, "And thank you so much for everything you and your family have done for Ali. I don't even want to think about what would have happened had you not come into her life when you did. You've helped her become the person I always knew she could be."
The Guardian smiled at Emily before she lightly shook her head and honestly stated, "She helped herself…and you loving her didn't hurt matters either. You have no idea Emily how much you've been saving Ali since the day you came into her life."
Emily felt her heart swell at the information. Alison had used her love as motivation to keep fighting and improving for all these years. And she had to admit it felt really good to have Brittany regard her in such a high manner.
The detective let out a peaceful sigh when Ali came up and wrapped her arms around her toned middle from behind (thankfully her bruised ribs were finally feeling better) and tenderly kissed her neck before she murmured, "I love you, Em…And sorry Brittany threatened to kill you. She's actually a sweetheart, but just really protective over me."
Emily's hands settled over Ali's that were on her stomach as she truthfully replied, "It's okay, Ali. I'm so glad that you have her. I'm so glad that you have all of them. And I love you too."
"As adorable as the two of you are can we please get to work and stop this serial killer who's somehow connected to Charles' psycho ass?"
Alison let out a breathy laugh against her neck and Emily felt a shiver crawl down her spine before she chuckled as well. She had a feeling she was going to love working with Brittany. If anything her sense of humor was refreshing…
Her girlfriend untangled herself from Emily and playfully rolled her eyes at her best friend (or should she say protective big sister), "Yes Britt we can get going."
"Awesome! Yo Pepe you want to go to work buddy?!" Brittany crouched down and pet the furry sheltie (who completely lapped up the affections) and Emily found the sight endearing. She really is a sweetheart who just doesn't want to see anyone she loves getting hurt. Not like I'd ever hurt Ali, but it's nice to know someone will always be around to keep me in line…
A few moments later Pepe licked the athlete's face and Brittany laughed as she kissed the top of the dog's head, "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Which means you and Emily get the back seat of the Camaro Ali, but don't even think about fooling around in my car because I did NOT get the leather seats finished just so they could be defiled by my baby sister and her girlfriend."
Well dear God with that visual in her head if Emily's libido wasn't raging before it certainly was now. Thanks Brittany.
November 14, 2019
New York City CIA Headquarters
Surveillance Room
11:30 am
"Because he's in isolation and isn't allowed visitors or mailing privileges the only person who has direct contact with Charles at the maximum security federal penitentiary is his psychologist Dr. Elliot Rollins," Reggie explained to her, Brittany, and Emily as he pulled up multiple documents on and several images of the what Ali supposed many would deem handsome brunette doctor on the huge monitor screens in the surveillance room of headquarters. Pepe was curled up near Reggie's feet and the sight was enough to warm her heart despite the fact that they were talking about her psychotic half-brother, "Apparently Charles has so many violent outbursts the penitentiary doesn't feel it's safe for actual guards to be within twenty feet of him. The only person he's relatively calm around is Dr. Rollins…"
As Reggie trailed off, Alison crossed her arms over her chest and inferred, "So that would make Dr. Rollins the likely middle man between Charles and our serial killer?"
Her boss turned away from the screen and faced the blonde as a heavy sigh escaped his lips, "Nothing in Elliot Rollins' past suggests that he'd aid a psychopath in creating a protégé maniac, but…"
"We can't under estimate what Charles is capable of. He's convinced countless other seemingly normal people to commit horrendous acts…" Emily finished as she ran her hand through her gorgeous brunette hair and Alison had to remind herself to breathe. Her girlfriend wasn't even trying to be sexy, she just was.
"Does Elliot have any close associates?" Brittany asked and it was enough to drag Alison out of her not so PG thoughts and she didn't miss the subtle smirk her best friend threw her way either when she finished her question. God, sometimes I hate how she can just see right through me.
Reggie shook his head as he turned back towards the screen and pulled up another image, "Dr. Rollins' parents are both dead, he was an only child…and the only person he seems to interact with on a consistent basis outside of work is his friend from college Archer Dunhill. They live in the same apartment complex. He's a high school English teacher…and was in attendance for all four victim's funerals."
"Sooo, what? Elliot is the middle man and Archer is our serial killer?" Alison asked rhetorically as she took in the video footage of the young, brunette English teacher leaving Cindy, Serena, Helen, and Rebecca's funerals. He looked oddly familiar and she didn't know quite why. Needless to say it put her nerves on edge and made her skin crawl. There was just something creepy as fuck about him (even though to anyone else he might appear charming).
"It appears that way," Reggie huffed out and then mumbled, "But I have no idea what his and Elliot's endgame is…"
"Oh my God…" A look of realization spread over Brittany's face as she quickly fished her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed someone's number as she moved over towards the key board and began frantically typing. Alison and Reggie were used to the tall brunette's random bursts of inspiration when they were working on a case, but poor Emily looked rather perplexed.
Alison stood next to her girlfriend and gently grabbed her hand as she quirked an eyebrow and softly explained, "Brittany's mind moves too quickly sometimes and we just have to stand back and let her do her thing."
Emily glanced down at her and despite the situation Ali could feel herself melting into the other woman's warm side, "Kind of like Spencer?"
The blonde smiled at the mention of the brilliant lawyer who she had always admired when they were growing up (even if she sucked at showing it), "Yeah, but times ten."
"What do you mean by that?" Emily whispered and the Guardian's lips twitched into a small smirk.
"Just wait and see…"
"What are you doing here Dr. Rollins? I thought I made it very clear that I have nothing to say to you or anyone else!" Charles threatening voice rang throughout the surveillance room as the video Brittany had uncovered from eighteen months ago played out in front of them. Her best friend had successfully hacked into the federal penitentiary's system and gotten information on Charles that no one (not even the CIA) was supposed to have access to (some bullshit about prisoner's personal liberties needing to be protected, but none the less Brittany wasn't deterred). Her friend Jimmy from high school was a supervisor at Charles' penitentiary and had been more than willing to help Brittany get access when she called him fifteen minutes ago because according to him "That motherfucker's crazy and just needs to be executed. He's almost killed three of my guards in the last month alone so if you can stop him Bronx Baller by all means please do so."
The blonde felt a chill crawl down her spine and given that Emily leaned further into her she could only assume the same for her mermaid. It was chilling to see and hear Charles again after he'd spent years tormenting them. Ali wrapped a reassuring arm around Emily's toned middle. They'd get through this because they had each other. Charles wouldn't beat them this time around.
"Now now Charles…that's no way to talk to someone who has uncovered what you're desperately seeking…" Dr. Rollins voice was just as disturbing as her psychotic half-brother's and Ali instantaneously knew that he was evil (and she could only assume that his friend Archer Dunhill was as well).
Charles sat up in his solitary confinement cell and a crazed look flashed through his blue eyes as a sick smile spread across his face and he disbelievingly concluded, "You found her?"
Alison felt sick to her stomach. She knew Charles was talking about her-his obsession ran that deep. Emily ran soothing circles along her back and Brittany squeezed her other arm in reassurance. At least my brunettes are here to get me through this.
Dr. Rollins smiled as he opened his briefcase and produced a photograph. When Reggie managed to simultaneously zoom in on the image while the disturbing footage still played, Ali and Brittany gasped. Charles' psychologist had a picture of the two of them with Bradley and Mandela at The Bronx Zoo shortly after the toddler's second birthday. It had been such a beautiful day and for a wonder Bradley wasn't on call that weekend. So Ali and Brittany had taken a much needed break from headquarters and spent the entirety of their weekend with the two.
May 10, 2017
The Bronx Zoo
The Bronx, New York City
"I cannot believe Mandela is already two. Where in the hell does the time go?" Brittany asked as she cradled her godson in her strong arms and adoringly gazed down at him. Alison thought it was one of the most precious sights she'd ever seen. The toddler was fighting to keep his light blue eyes open but eventually just gave into the comfort his tall aunt naturally produced and drifted off to sleep. The blonde smiled as she rested her head against Britt's other shoulder and loving looked down at the little boy. Mandela just made the grueling work she and Brittany did for a living worth it.
"Tell me about it. I swear yesterday I was holding him in the hospital and now he's walking and talking and I just can't believe it," Bradley gushed as his over six foot frame towered over all three of them (well Brittany not so much given that she was six feet tall). Alison smiled up at her brother who was honestly the best father and husband imaginable. He was so in love with Eva and Mandela and just a remarkable human being. God the world would be a much better place if every guy was like Bradley.
"You know Mandela absolutely adores you two. He even calls you superheroes…" The firefighter revealed a few minutes later when they were standing in front of the polar bear enclosure.
Alison felt her heart warm at the news. Sometimes she still couldn't believe that she had gotten this amazing of a family after everything that had happened to her in Rosewood. And hearing her brother say that her nephew thought the world of her just gave her all the feels.
"…And I can't say I blame him. You two save the world constantly and get zero credit for it. I just…" The muscular male looked at her and Brittany in sheer admiration, "I can't believe I'm blessed enough to call you both my sisters and that my son gets to have you in his life." The blonde felt her eyes water. Bradley was just too sweet and he was being wholeheartedly sincere. The Guardian didn't know if she'd be able to keep her emotions together when he finished with, "I love you both so much."
"I love you too Bradley, but stop saying shit that's gonna make me cry in public," Brittany replied as she playfully bumped into their brother and Ali laughed at her siblings. They were honestly too much sometimes.
The firefighter acted like he was offended and turned towards the blonde as he concluded, "Well fine. I'll just give Ali a hug because I know she doesn't mind getting all mushy squash with me."
Alison giggled as she burrowed into Bradley's chest and wrapped her arms around his linebacker like body. She sighed contently when strong arms enveloped her and honestly revealed, "Not at all."
Charles looked ecstatic as he reverently ran his finger over the picture of Alison and three of her favorite people, "She's more beautiful than before. My precious Alison…"
Jesus if the blonde wasn't throwing up before she definitely was now.
"Who are these people with her though Dr. Rollins?"
A smug look spread over the psychologist's face as he revealed, "Members of her family," When Charles raised a questioning eyebrow the doctor explained, "From what I could find Alison and Brittany, the tall woman in the picture, are best friends and work together. Where they work I'm not exactly sure…" Well at least her psychotic brother's minion didn't know about her occupation, "The man in the picture is Brittany's brother Bradley and the toddler is his son."
Charles looked confused, "Well that's all fine and dandy Elliot, but why did you say they were members of Alison's family?"
The psychologist apprehensively turned towards her former tormentor and revealed, "Because Brittany and Bradley's mother adopted Alison a few years ago."
Despite the current circumstances a small smile spread over Ali's face as the memories of her officially becoming a member of the Johnson family washed over her.
"Please don't think I'm trying to replace your mother and father, Ali. It's just…I love you so much and you are a part of this family…and I just wanted to make it official."
Alison couldn't contain her tears of joy as she looked up from the adoption papers sitting on the kitchen table and to the woman who had been so welcoming from the day she met her. The blonde knew Teresa loved her unconditionally, but she had no idea that the nurse was planning on doing this. While her biological mother had buried her alive, this woman had brought her back to life. For Ali it was a no brainer…
The Guardian wiped her tears before walking into Teresa's warm embrace and hugging her soundly as she sincerely professed, "I love you too and I'd love to officially become a member of your family."
The nurse soothingly kissed the top of Ali's head right over where Charles had bashed her skull in all those years ago and Alison could almost feel the psychological scars healing. Teresa and her two wonderful children had given Alison DiLaurentis a new lease on life. It was the greatest gift she'd ever received (well almost-her sweet mermaid coming into her life was the best, but this was pretty damn close), and she was so incredibly grateful for the family she'd received after Charles ripped everything from her.
Charles looked enraged as he fixed Dr. Rollins with a menacing look, but kept his voice steady, "Well, that certainly won't do. Alison thinks she can just join another family…I'll have to fix that…But I'm stuck in here…"
A smirk spread over the psychologist's face and Alison could feel her blood boil. She felt Brittany tense next to her and the blonde hated that there was nothing she could do to make things any better. These psychopaths had been plotting against the two of them and the people they love for over a year and a half and they had no idea.
"Well I might have an answer for you Charles…my friend Archie has been feeling rather dissatisfied with life lately-ever since his ex-girlfriend refused to take him back…and I really think you could help him tap into his full potential."
Alison had never seen her psychotic half-brother look so ecstatic. Charles' eyes gleamed as he revealed, "I've always wanted a protégé…someone to carry on my legacy."
A heavy silence filled the surveillance room and Alison rubbed her temples in frustration as the self-loathing thoughts raced through her head as the video of Charles and Dr. Rollins formulating their serial killing plot ended. God this is all my fault. Charles is still obsessed with me. I'm the reason all four women are dead. I'm the reason Emily was almost killed.
Emily held the blonde impossibly closer as she kissed the top of her head and urgently stressed leaving no room for reproach, "Don't you dare blame yourself for this, Alison. What Charles does is his fault, not yours."
Before Alison could argue otherwise, Brittany echoed the same sentiment as the kind detective as she gently squeezed her shoulder and insisted, "Listen to your girlfriend, Ali. She knows what she's talking about."
A beat passed before Emily asked an obvious question as Ali stayed tucked into the crook of her neck, "If the penitentiary knew Charles was this dangerous why would they let him have any visitors at all? Even if Dr. Rollins was his psychologist or whatever…"
Brittany just shook her head and huffed out in frustration, "Who the hell knows…they probably thought Dr. Rollins was helping him."
"Or they knew what Charles and Elliot were really up to and they're in on it too," Reggie hypothesized and then further reasoned when he could just sense that Brittany was going to argue in defense of her friend Jimmy, "The federal penitentiary system is huge. There's bound to be some corrupt individuals working there who would know how to cover footage like this up…Jimmy's good at his job, but he can't be everywhere at once Baller."
"Damn, that actually makes sense," Her best friend commented a few seconds later.
"When I came to in the abandoned ammunition plant Archer or whoever our serial killer is was on the phone talking to someone…a woman...I think." Emily revealed and Ali slightly pulled back from their hug so she could look at her.
"Wait, what?" Reggie asked with concern lacing his tone as he stepped closer towards the couple.
"I'm sorry I just remembered it now. Getting whacked with a crowbar has kind of screwed up my memory," Emily unnecessarily apologized and Alison reverently ran her fingers along the wound on the brunette's forehead.
"No, no that's okay, Emily," Reggie kindly reassured, "Concussions have that affect."
Never one to beat around the bush Brittany bluntly inquired, "Did you recognize the woman's voice who was talking to him?"
Her mermaid eventually looked up (after the two of them once again got lost in each other's eyes) and answered, "Um…kind of. I was so dazed, but I swear I've heard that voice before. And it was weird she kept trying to convince him not to hurt me…that killing a member of New York's finest would be impossible for him to cover up." Alison's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why would someone working for Charles care about Emily staying alive? If her former tormentor wanted to hurt Alison so badly, hurting Emily would be the best way to accomplish that feat…
"Okay that gives us something to go on," Reggie concluded before he enthusiastically clapped his hands together and a smile spread over his face, "You three look into that while Brian and I go pay our psychologist and his little friend here a visit and bring them into custody."
"Wait, Brian?" Brittany's eyebrows rose in confusion as she, Alison and Emily shared perplexed expressions, "As in Emily's boss Brian?"
"Yeah," Reggie answered like it was obvious before three resounding choruses of 'What?', 'Yo explain!', and 'Please elaborate!' echoed throughout the surveillance room.
The Harlem native just chuckled before he turned towards Britt. Oh Lord this explanation ought to be good.
"Well…I had to become friends with a high ranking member of NYPD after a certain Guardian of mine kept getting involved in their cases when she first joined the CIA," Her best friend rolled her brilliant blue eyes and Ali and Emily laughed at the playful daggers she then shot Reggie's way, "To the point of being classified as a damn vigilante I might add…"
"What was I supposed to do? Not stop innocent people from being killed, assaulted, and raped?" Brittany deadpanned and Reggie just shook his head as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
"You weren't as careful back then Brittany. You left evidence at a few crime scenes and rumors began flying that the City's beloved Bronx Baller who just mysteriously disappeared into thin air had resurfaced and was moonlighting as a fucking superhero…which even though it was true…that was something the public couldn't know."
A sincere look spread over the tall brunette's face as she softly stated, "I'm sorry I was so unhinged back then Reggie…I know I put you through a lot."
A tender moment passed between the two before Reggie squeezed the former basketball star's shoulder, "Hey don't worry about it. You should have seen me when I first joined…I was mad at the world and thought I knew everything. I needed to damn near die in order to be humbled and come to my senses. You just needed Bombshell to come into your life."
Her boss flashed her a huge smile and Alison felt her cheeks flush-they always did when she was commended for something. Reggie had mentioned a few times that Ali was the reason Brittany had become the CIA's most valuable asset, but she'd never really believed him. Maybe it was because Britt had always been so strong and put together during the early stage of their friendship and anything unorthodox she did (like jumping down from bridges in Central Park to save blonde girls from disgusting sexual predators) could be argued as being badass and necessary.
"What can I say? Ali's special," Brittany winked at her and Ali found herself blushing even harder. And to think she'd once been a master at making other people (especially her beautiful girlfriend) feel incredibly flustered.
After a few moments Alison looked back at her boss and inquired, "Wait...since you guys are friends apparently did you know Lieutenant Williams was bringing Emily to the Special Crimes Unit from Philadelphia?"
Reggie shook his head, "No." Ali could tell he was being completely honest and it made her feel a whole lot better. She would have been livid with Reggie if he'd known this entire time that Emily had been in the same city as her for the past seven weeks and hadn't said anything, "We were up to our asses in everything that was going down in Iran and the entire agency and everyone in Washington was in panic mode before you and Brittany got everything straightened out. I found out about Emily being in New York the same time you did, Ali. I never would have kept something like that from you had I known."
They shared an understanding look before Reggie got ready to leave and bring their serial killer and her demented brother's psychologist into custody. Alison wanted to believe that the end was near, but she had a gut wrenching feeling that Charles had something far more sinister in mind. After everything he'd done he really couldn't be satisfied with creating a sadistic protégé…he was planning something. She knew it. She just didn't know what and when he was going to set it into motion.
November 14, 2019
Emily Fields Apartment
Manhattan, New York City
8:00 pm
"Ali, you've hardly said two words since we've been here…" Emily gently treaded as she walked up to her girlfriend who had been leaning against the breakfast bar completely zoned out for the last ten minutes and softly touched her arm, "Please don't shut me out."
A few moments later Alison looked at her almost like she'd forgotten the detective was even there before she unemotionally ghosted out, "It doesn't matter that Reggie and Brian have Dr. Rollins and Archer in custody. Charles isn't done."
"You don't know that Ali," Emily countered, but she had a sinking feeling that the beautiful blonde was right. She was just relieved that her girlfriend was actually voicing her fears. It was just one example of how far Alison had come from when they were young teenagers in Rosewood.
"Yes I do, Em," The Guardian choked out, "Charles isn't going to stop until he destroys me…and that means he's either going to take you or my family away from me."
Ali was on the verge of tears and Emily gently tugged on her arm so that she was facing her as she stressed, "Hey, nothing is taking me away from you ever again, okay? And your family will be fine."
Tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind Alison's ear the brunette smiled as she referenced their conversation from this morning, "Besides we both kick mega ass for our jobs, remember? Charles doesn't stand a chance in hell."
Alison chuckled as she looked up at Emily with those blues eyes that just got her every fucking time and bit her bottom lip, "God, I love you mermaid."
Every time Ali said her journal entry nickname Emily had to refrain from just completely jumping her bones. It was embarrassing how the mere sound of the blonde's voice turned the detective on like no other. She could feel the atmosphere in her kitchen change as a sly smirk spread over Alison's flawless face and she worked her hand underneath Emily's t-shirt.
The detective shuttered when her girlfriend caressed her toned stomach and leaned up to seductively whisper in her ear, "And I need you…"
When Alison bit her earlobe and then moved her tantalizing lips down her neck to suck on her pulse point, Emily's legs damn near buckled.
"Ali…" She moaned in almost a desperate plea as her girl continued her ministrations.
"Yes, baby?"
Emily was finding it hard to control her breathing because God she'd wanted Alison for so long, but she felt compelled to explain to the obviously eager woman, "I…I haven't do-one…this…in a lo-nng tim-me."
The brunette was honestly embarrassed. She hadn't been with anyone sexually since she left Rosewood. She'd come close a couple times, but stopped things before they progressed any further because the guilt would have killed her. She would have been thinking about Alison the entire time. For Emily it just didn't make sense to have sex with or date anyone who wasn't the gorgeous blonde. She knew Ali was her soulmate (had known it since she was fourteen) and therefore she'd never feel anything romantic for any other woman.
Ali stopped sucking on her neck and tenderly caressed the detective's cheek as she delicately declared, "Neither have I."
Emily let out a relived sigh and leaned into Alison's touch.
A few moments later Alison leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips before she revealed, "You're the only one who's ever touched me Emily. You're the only one I want to ever touch me."
Emily felt her mouth go dry at the blonde's sincere words. I'm the only one Ali's ever been with? Wait that means that night senior year was her first time…Oh my God.
"Ali…" The detective was at a loss for words. She was the only person Alison had ever had sex with. Suddenly the detective felt guilty for ever being with Maya and Paige sexually. And God she'd even hooked up with Talia a few times at The Brew while Ali had been in prison.
Alison grasped Emily's hands in both of hers and intertwined their fingers. The brunette swooned at the gesture and felt her heart melt as her girlfriend continued her honest revelation, "Since the day we met I knew you were my soulmate Emily Fields and…I never wanted to be with anyone else like that. You completely held my heart; therefore it only seemed right that you'd be the only one I shared my body with."
God Alison, you're too pure for this world. I promise to cherish you for the rest of our lives.
Drawing strength from her incredibly brave girlfriend Emily voiced what had been plaguing her thoughts since things became charged between the two of them not too long ago, "What if I don't perform well?"
"Impossible, mermaid," Alison quickly responded as she squeezed Emily's hands in reassurance, "You look at me and my heart beats uncontrollably. You touch me and I melt," Ali's lips hovered right over her own as she huskily finished, "You kiss me and I'm completely at your mercy."
Holy fucking shit.
The detective surged forward and fused her lips with Alison's as she poured her entire being into the woman who meant everything to her. Emily chuckled in between kisses when Alison yanked on the collar of her shirt and began pulling her towards her bedroom. She was just grateful that her girlfriend hadn't jumped into her arms, because her bruised ribs were still rather sore and yelping out in pain would have definitely spoiled the mood.
Alison made quick work of discarding her white button down work shirt and throwing it across Emily's bedroom (which the brunette found incredibly amusing).
The swimmer's breath hitched when Ali's ever expressive blue eyes darkened as they took in her only bra covered upper body. She shuddered when Alison slowly ran her finger down between her abs and stopped at the edge of her black work pants.
"You're so beautiful Emily…" The blonde breathed out before she leaned forward and languidly kissed her.
"So are you Alison…" The brunette echoed as their foreheads rested together after she'd slowly pulled Ali's own top over her head. She honestly couldn't get over just how lean and fit her girlfriend was as her fingers reverently caressed Ali's sides. It made sense-she could only imagine what the fitness standards were to be in the CIA…especially in the 'area' Alison worked in.
Emily lost track of time when their lips met again and continued to move against one another's in a passionate frenzy. Alison's gentle hands slid her black work pants down her long tan legs and the detective successfully did the same with the blonde's jeans moments later.
Soon they were both completely rid of any clothing and relishing in the skin to skin contact underneath the brunette's warm sheets. Emily's positive that they'll be producing enough heat in a short while and they might not have needed the clothed barrier but it was November in New York City and needless to say it was blisteringly cold outside and her apartment had the tendency to get drafty on nights exactly like this.
They haven't stopped kissing and it feels surreal to the detective as Alison's hands continue to explore every inch of bare tan skin that they can reach. And it makes her fall in love even harder with the Guardian when Ali's touch immediately softens along her rib cage. Emily's never been held this tenderly before and it makes her so incredibly grateful that she gets to spend forever with Alison.
Her girlfriend broke their kiss and looked at Emily with so much love swirling within her blue orbs as her thumbs gently rubbed the brunette's cheeks and she professed, "I love you."
Emily Fields had spent every night for the last seven years dreaming of having Alison in her life again and now here she was looking like a complete goddess as she lay naked underneath the brunette. God is so good sometimes.
The detective's fingers trailed down Alison's majestic body and stopped at her dripping folds.
"I love you too," She only hoped her chocolate orbs conveyed the same undying love and affection as Ali's eyes did.
The two never broke eye contact as Emily slowly entered her girl with two fingers and began stroking her clit with her thumb. Alison's fingers tangled in her luscious brown hair as her head fell back in complete ecstasy overcome with pleasure against the pillow.
The detective placed loving kisses all over her girlfriend's exposed skin as she built a steady rhythm and sent a mind blowing orgasm coursing through Ali's trembling body minutes later.
It was the first of many that the two women would give each other that night as they tried to make up for the seven years that they'd spent apart in search for the other half of their soul. Hours later when Alison fell asleep curled up to Emily's chest with a strong arm loosely wrapped around the detective's middle the couple was so entangled it was impossible to tell where one person ended and the other began.
I debated on ending this chapter with fluffiness or a cliff hanger...so I hope ending on some Emison sexy times was good for you all!
Dr. Elliot Rollins is Charles' psychologist and his friend Archer Dunhill is the serial killer, say what?! Yes in this fic they are two different people and just to let you guys know Archer isn't who he initially appears to be...and Alison's gut feeling about Charles not being done...yeah I'll just say she's really good at her job for a reason.
Let me know what you think! Any favorite parts?
Personally I of course loved all the Emison moments (their just yeah amazing) and Ali and Brittany's talk was rather sweet as well. I just love that Ali begged Brittany not to get all overly protective, Brittany promised to be on her best behavior, and then she still threatened to kill Emily if she ever hurt Alison...ohh Britt you're too much sometimes!
Next chapter we have Hanna's fashion show! Which will be an insane ride! Team Sparia gets thrown into the mix and of course Mandela and Chloe cuteness awaits! Stay tuned and hope you all are doing well wherever you are!