I know I just posted yesterday, but I wanted to post again because I'm not sure when I'll have time to update this week. And so I made this chapter particularly long and interesting, in my opinion. :3

"Oh my god. Alison…Alison DiLaurentis."

The blonde whips around in Hanna Marin's kitchen. Mrs. Marin had insisted that the girls stay for dinner, and she had been gushing over how cute Emily and Alison looked together. The two had embarrassingly admitted that they hadn't known each other for that long, but no one seemed to mind, save Spencer who had been continuously giving Alison these glances that made her uncomfortable.

And now, she finds herself with a glass of water in the kitchen facing the scrutinizing brunette. She shifts uncomfortably and looks at the door leading to the patio where everyone else is. But Spencer is standing in her way, and she doesn't like how the brunette finally looks like she has figured her out. She has a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and she's unsure why.

"From the DiLaurentis vs. Wilden case," Spencer says slowly with realization and Alison swears her heart stops beating for a few moments.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she says, her voice shaking and her eyes betraying her words.

"My mom worked on that case, I knew you looked familiar," Spencer says, a triumphant look gracing her face. When she sees Alison's confused look, she clarifies. "Hastings. She was Darren Wilden's attorney."

"Oh," Alison says suddenly feeling very trapped and afraid. She had really started to enjoy Emily's two other friends, Hanna and Aria. They were kind, and funny. Spencer gave her weird vibes, like she had a power complex. And apparently her mother had been the scary devil in the court room that Alison had feared all along.

"She talked about that case non-stop. You're the girl," Spencer says in amazement.

"Please, please don't say anything," Alison begs quietly as she stares longingly at the door, wishing that Emily would walk through. She feels naked and vulnerable in front of a stranger, and she hasn't felt this feeling since she first started working at that filthy strip club.

Spencer narrows her eyes suspiciously.

"Emily is one of my oldest friends, I've known her since middle school. Is she even safe with you? I don't want to be worrying every second that you're going to attack her-"

"You know nothing about what happened," Alison growls defensively. Her heart is pounding through her chest. Whoever this girl is, she's suddenly threatened to destroy Alison's entire new world involving the kind brunette. "And I would never hurt Emily."

"Alison," comes a warm voice from the door and she sees the owner of the house walk in. "Come back out, Emily was just telling us what an amazing baker you are. Maybe you can lend me a recipe, if I bring a homemade dish to the New Year's party I'm attending I'll be able to impress the guy I'm seeing."

"Sure Mrs. Marin," Ali says politely as she watches Spencer eye her. "I could definitely show you a recipe or two."

And so she follows Ashley out the door, looking at Spencer defensively as she exits.

"Hey where were you?" Emily asks as Alison slides onto her lap on one of the patio chairs.

"Just getting some water, chatting with your friend Spencer," Ali says as she kisses her forehead lightly.

"Your girlfriend is quite charming," Spencer says with a bit of a biting tone as she walks outside and sits down next to Aria. The others look at her questioningly, especially Emily.

"Oh we're not…you know…not," Emily stutters and looks apologetically at Alison who kisses her head again and cuddles up to her before turning to look at everyone else.

"We're taking it slow, just seeing each other for now," Ali says kindly and then looks down at Emily who smiles appreciatively. They have most definitely not talked about labels yet. They both know it's too soon.

"That's good," Aria adds her two cents. "I'm glad. I think you could be really good for her, Ali."

"Yeah, I approve," Hanna says with a smile.

"But taking it slow is good, gives you time to learn more about each other," Spencer says with a knowing smile that sends shivers down Ali's spine. She feels cornered, and the only thing stopping her from a panic attack is the feeling of Emily's warm arms wrapped around her.

Emily notices the blonde shiver.

"Are you feeling okay?" she sees that the blonde's face is a bit pale, and she's fidgeting.

"I'm fine, but I think I'm just really tired from the early drive, and I didn't drink much water," Alison says quietly.

"We can go to the hotel soon, we don't have to see my parents til tomorrow for lunch," Emily tells her and the blonde nods. She shifts on Emily's lap so she can bury her head tiredly in Emily's shoulder. Truthfully, she can't stand to look at the others, can't stand to see Spencer Hastings (fuck the Hastings) giving her such a judgmental look. She thought these nightmares had ended with the court case, but she knows the events from her past will continue to haunt her.

X

"Mmm, Ali," Emily moans as she lets the blonde completely take control and push against her. Alison has her trapped between the bathroom wall in their hotel and her tiny, barely clothed body as she purrs in Emily's ear before nipping at the earlobe tenderly. Her roaming hands are all over Emily's still clothed torso as she moves her mouth down to Emily's neck, her teeth scraping the skin before sucking hard.

"Oh god, Ali," Emily pleads, the teasing is almost too much for her.

"Shouldn't have accidentally walked in on me," Alison says in a low husky voice as she refers to how Emily absentmindedly went to change in the bathroom forgetting Alison was in there already.

"I'll knock next time," Emily breathes and Alison laughs quietly, amused and pleased with herself. She loves complicating Emily's breathing. It means that she is still wanted, still what Emily desires.

"Let me finish changing, I'll be out in a sec," Alison says softly, her voice reverting back to it's normal gentle tone that she reserves for Emily only. She kisses Emily and lets the brunette out of the bathroom before she shuts the door and looks at herself in the mirror.

As she stands there in her black lacy lingerie, all she sees is trouble in her reflection. She can't believe that out of all the people Emily could be friends with, Spencer turned out to be the daughter of her tormenter's attorney. She shakes angrily at the thought of Spencer revealing secrets to Emily that she wasn't ready yet to share.

As she slips on an oversized baggy t-shirt and skimpy shorts, she walks back out and swallows as she sees Emily taking off her pants with her back to her. Her eyes fixate on the brunette's long, lean legs and perfect ass that is completely visible with the lacy cheeky she's wearing.

She feels desire pool between her legs and she's caught in a lustful daze as Emily whirls around, suddenly aware that Alison is watching.

Emily is too nervous to speak. When Alison looks at her with such dark eyes, she doesn't know whether to feel scared, or super turned on. Usually it's both. So she stands still like an idiot, practically half naked, with Alison staring at her.

"You should put shorts on," Alison says slowly, forcing her eyes to meet Emily's. "I don't think you know how completely beautiful you are."

Emily blushes and Alison makes herself go over to her bag so Emily can continue changing, but their sexual tension is at an all time high.

She grabs a water bottle and finishes it off, her dehydration taken care of.

"I'm dressed," Emily says and Alison looks at her to see a smile on her face.

"God damnit," Alison says jokingly. "Clothes ruin everything. That's why I don't wear them at work."

"Oh is that why?" Emily asks back sarcastically with a raised eyebrow and Alison laughs.

"I guess I'm just used to it. But it's different you know, with you," Alison admits as she pads over to the bed where Emily has already climbed onto it. She sits facing Emily, the covers pulled back from both of them. Emily's long legs are still exposed due to her incredibly short shorts. And Alison thinks she's never seen someone more gorgeous as she looks at Emily whose brown eyes are radiating in the dim light of the lamp by the bedside table. The room is dark except for that light, and Alison loves the intimate setting with her new favorite brunette.

"Different?"

"Being completely bare in front of you, it's scary," Alison tells her.

"But how is it different from when you're at work?"

"Because what you think of me is everything," Alison says sincerely as she lets her fingers draw patterns on Emily's calf to distract herself. "When I'm at work its just sex, plain and simple dirty sex appeal. It's crude, it's disgusting, and it's demeaning. You think I don't realize that? It's not like I enjoy working there."

Emily wants to interject, but she can tell that Alison has more to say so she stays quiet.

"I see girls naked all the time, and I have to get naked for pervs just to earn fifty dollars, it's filthy. I don't know how you're not disgusted by me, sometimes I'm too disgusted by me to sleep at night. But I'm glad you're not."

She looks at Emily appreciatively, and the brunette sees tears building in her eyes. She sits up and leans forward, letting her hand hold Alison's while she talks.

"I know you're afraid of this, but I'm terrified. I haven't felt like this in so long- nervous about being completely stripped of everything and just being me, and hoping that's enough."

"Are we talking about physically or emotionally?" Emily asks gently.

"Both. It's easy enough being a tease, and flirting, but when it comes down to it…"

"You're afraid," Emily finishes for her and Alison nods.

"I haven't let anyone in like this for a very long time," Alison tells her. "And the last time I did, they really, really hurt me. Purposely."

"I would never," Emily says squeezing her hand lightly. Alison nods, a tear slipping out of her eye.

"I hated being desensitized, that's how I felt when I started working, and when I had flings they didn't mean a thing. I practically showed up naked. But I'm so afraid of messing this up, and I'm not okay with just being so loose around you, and I don't want you to just see me as this-"

She's cut off by Emily's lips on hers as she gasps in surprise but quickly relaxes, bringing her hands up to rest on Emily's shoulders. Alison pushes her back gently and they both catch their breath.

"What was that?" she asks as she looks at Emily through hooded eyes.

"I didn't want you to be afraid anymore," Emily explains with a cute smile and Alison can't hold herself back as she launches herself at Emily. They fall backwards with Ali landing on top of the brunette and they never break their kiss, which is deep and slow. Emily's warm tongue slides into Alison's mouth, massaging hers, and Ali feels her body react, her hips pressing against Emily's.

"You are something else, Emily Fields," Alison whispers as her hand caresses her face and Emily's heart is pounding.

"If we're both afraid, we can face our fears together," she says in a very quiet but sweet voice and Alison nods, knowing what is coming next.

"It's not too soon is it?" Ali asks, making sure the brunette is okay with this. She'll never forgive herself if Emily regrets what's about to happen.

"Do you think it is?" Emily asks softly.

"I know I want this, I've never wanted someone more than I want you," Alison speaks sincerely and Emily's heart swells.

"I want you, too," Emily says and that's all it takes before their lips meet again, kissing deeply with need and passion as if they are both pouring all their love into each other.

Alison feels Emily's hands sliding up her back, pulling her shirt up, and she sits up allowing the brunette to pull it off completely, her chest exposed. She knows Emily has seen her practically naked before, but this time it feels different. As Emily's eyes darken while gazing at her breasts, the blonde unconsciously begins to close up, her arms about to cross over her chest when Emily grabs both of them, sitting up.

"You keep telling me I'm beautiful," Emily speaks in a low voice that makes Alison tremble. "But you're completely breath taking."

Alison nods shyly, and lets her hands tug at Emily's shirt; so the brunette lets her pull it off. The blonde admires Emily's body, and she realizes it's about to be the first time she sees Emily completely naked. And that thought sends so many emotions through Alison's heart.

"Together?" Ali breathes, willing to and wanting to experience this with Emily. She can't explain it, but she feels like she's waited her whole life for this. And it crosses her mind that this has caught her completely off guard- she had expected this to happen at least a few days later, not tonight.

But, as Emily reasons, the two of them have a magnetic pull, stronger than the tides of the ocean. They can both feel it, and why should they deny this existential feeling of need and familiarity?

"Together," Emily says back with a smile and the two of them resume kissing, and they take their time. Emily rolls the two of them over so Ali is on her back and she carefully takes her mouth and drags it down over her neck, nipping lightly along the way, and down to her chest.

She feels Alison's hands tangle in her hair as her mouth encloses around her left breast, suckling and letting her warm tongue swirl around Ali's nipple as it grows hard, and a moan escapes her. She lets her tongue flick it back and forth before she teethes on it lightly and sucks on it while Alison writhes beneath her, her hands holding Emily's head against her chest.

Emily drags her lips down Ali's torso, licking around her soft but toned belly as the blonde trembles. She reaches to pull her shorts down but looks up at the blonde.

"Should I turn off the light?"

Alison shakes her head. "I want to see you when you make me cum."

That alone is enough for Emily to pull Ali's shorts off, tossing them to the side as she stares for a moment at Alison's shaved and glistening pussy.

Alison leans up and pulls Emily's head towards hers, desperate to kiss her and whimpers against her lips as she feels the brunette's fingers run through her dripping sex.

"So wet," Emily murmurs against her heart-shaped lips in awe. She can't believe that she did that, that she is the object of Alison's needs and desires. She feels Alison's hands reach up to touch her and she bites back a moan as Alison grabs her breasts.

"Please," Alison whispers and Emily drops her head to Ali's chest, kissing her way to the right breast this time while her finger tip circles Alison's clit causing the blonde's hips to twitch with anticipation. She rubs it gently but enough to drive Alison crazy.

Emily lets her tongue flick against Alison's nipple and as she sucks on it and Alison moans, she slips two fingers inside the blonde. Ali releases such a loud moan that Emily feels the intense ache grow between her legs, but she focuses on pleasuring Alison.

The brunette is pleasantly surprised at how tight the blonde is and the feeling of Alison's warm flesh against her fingers as she pumps in and out sends her head reeling.

Alison is thrusting her hips against Emily's fingers, and the brunette slides down Alison's body, letting her lips enclose around her clit. Alison moans and her thighs begin to shake as she tightly presses them against Emily's head. Emily begins licks circles around her clit before flicking her tongue across it and Alison thrusts her hips up so she's riding Emily's fingers desperately.

The blonde can feel her body reaching it's climax, and she knows Emily can feel it too as the brunette increases the speed of her fingers.

"Emily," she whimpers and tries to pull the brunette up towards her, needing to kiss her. Emily understands and kisses her hard, while thrusting her fingers in and out and then in, curling them, as her thumb presses against Alison's clit and the blonde begins to shake, her moans unable to be contained as Emily moves her lips to Ali's neck. The blonde's body tenses and she slams her eyes shut.

This climax feels like an explosion, like a culmination of every desire Alison has being fulfilled. Her only thoughts consist of the special brunette beside her, who takes care of her in every way.

Emily feels Alison's muscles constrict around her fingers and she curls them once more, listening to the blonde whimper incoherently as she rides out her climax and then her body goes limp, exhausted.

"That was incredible," Alison says while catching her breath, whimpering as she feels Emily remove her fingers. The brunette's hand lands on her chest, her wet fingers playing with one of Ali's nipples. She kisses her softly, enjoying the little breaths Ali is taking to steady herself again.

The blonde enjoys Emily's gentle touches for a few moments. She knows the brunette still needs her due attention, and she plans on making Emily feel just as wonderful and loved. So she flips them over and leans down near Emily's ear to whisper.

"My turn to show you how much I want you."

x

Emily stirs the next morning, wrapped in heavy warmth. As she opens her eyes, she realizes Alison is completely naked and wrapped around her with her head on Emily's bare chest. She inhales sharply because she's suddenly completely aware that she can feel Alison's center pressed against her thigh since her one leg is draped over Emily's. She remembers the events of last night, and she feels herself become wet quickly.

She feels Alison shift and she bites back a moan as the blonde presses closer against her, but she realizes quickly that Alison is awake too as she feels the blonde's hand lazily tracing patterns on her hips.

"Your heart is racing," Alison murmurs and Emily can't speak, afraid if she tries her voice won't work.

She feels the blonde lazily drag her fingernails lightly across her stomach and down to her center. Emily shudders at the sensation. Alison doesn't say a word as she slips a finger between her slit and rubs up and down, causing Emily's eyes to slam shut. She slips her fingers in and the brunette gasps.

Alison continues and brings Emily to a climax before kissing her chastely and laying her head back down on Emily's chest.

"I like this," Alison says sleepily as she feels Emily's arm come up around and hold her tightly. She's never felt safer than in her arms.

"Me too," Emily says as she kisses Alison's head.

"Last night was amazing," she says sincerely as she leans up to look at Emily's face. The brunette nods and Alison blurts out her insecurity before she can stop herself. "You don't regret it do you?"

"I could never," Emily tells her and the blonde smiles, relieved.

"Do you want to shower?" Alison asks Emily who nods.

"Come with me?" Emily asks her as she gets up, completely naked, and walks to the bathroom to grab a towel.

"I want to," Ali says as she looks longingly at Emily…man does she really want to. But she told Cece she'd call her in the morning, and so she regretfully declines and Emily shrugs before she hops in the shower.

"Ali, how's suburbia?" Cece's voice comes through clearly when she picks up and Alison rolls her eyes.

"Emily is great, suburbia, not so much," Alison replies dryly.

"What's going on?"

"It turns out that one of her best friends is the spawn of satan," Alison says angrily.

"Explain."

"She's the daughter of Wilden's attorney."

"Holy shit," Cece says with her jaw dropped and Alison can just imagine her now. "That's like the plot twist of the year."

"Shut up Cece," Alison growls.

"That's terrifying," Cece admits and Alison runs her hand through her hair frustrated.

"I want to tell her, but I couldn't last night, and I can't today either cause-"

"Oh my god you totally had sex with her!" Cece exclaims on the other end and Alison rolls her eyes at how well the other blonde can read her.

"Yes, yes Cece we had sex," Alison continues nonchalantly though there's a soft undertone to her voice as she says that. "And this is serious. She trusts me now. What if she finds out from her friend who thinks I'm a psycho. I mean you know what her mom did for Wilden-"

"I told you, you have to tell her so she hears it from you first. And if you don't want to this weekend, you sure as hell better make sure her friend doesn't get to her first."

x

"I'm a waitress, I work at The Cellar," Alison states again, prepared this time as she sits at a table for lunch at a nice restaurant with Emily and her parents.

"And do you plan on going to school?" Pam Fields asks with concerned eyes and Alison can feel her judging harshly.

"Maybe one day," Alison shrugs, acting unaffected but deep down it hurts knowing that her mother already doesn't approve.

"School isn't for everyone. Maybe you have talents you're good at that could get you another job," Wayne chimes in and Emily looks at him gratefully.

"Alison's an incredible baker," Emily adds enthusiastically. Alison smiles. Her heart warms at how the brunette raves proudly about her talent.

"I grew up next to a bakery, and after school I would wander in there and they'd teach me how to do different little things, and then eventually I learned how to make all the desserts there."

"There you go Emmy, you should wife her," Wayne jokes with a smirk and Pam rolls her eyes.

"I'd love to go to school," Alison throws in. "But I can't really afford it."

The rest of lunch is typical and consistent. Pam is stand-offish with Emily's girl as usual, Wayne jokes lightheartedly, and Emily is in the middle with Alison, who more often than not sticks up for her at any sign of a negative comment. They make Emily promise to join them for a late dinner tonight, and brunch tomorrow morning before they leave. Alison sympathetically squeezes her hand under the table as Emily sullenly agrees.

She doesn't like knowing that if her mother knew about what Alison really did, she would try and interfere. Her parents don't even know about Paige's abuse. They barely know anything anymore about their daughter. And Alison can see the distance and how it hurts Emily. She herself knows how much it sucks to handle difficult parents.

After, Emily splits from her family, eager to get away with Alison. She takes her to a lookout point above Rosewood, and the two are finally alone. They had stopped to buy hot tea on the way, and so the two stand outside in the cold, huddled together, sipping tea while admiring the view.

"Emily," Alison breaks the silence.

The brunette nods, waiting to hear what she has to say.

"Do you have any secrets?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Like, really bad, dangerous secrets," Alison clarifies and Emily turns her around in her arms, immediately worried.

"Is someone hurting you?" the brunette asks with furrowed eyes as she looks worriedly at Alison.

"No, nobody's hurting me now," Alison says softly as she hugs Emily and leans against her.

"But someone did," Emily states gently, remembering what Cece said and what Alison had said last night. The blonde nods.

"Yes. And it's a long story that doesn't need to be told right now. But I'm not hiding it from you, I'll tell you when I'm ready to."

"It's that bad?"

"It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me," Ali admits. "You want to know why I work at a strip club, why I don't trust anyone, why I live in a shit hole and I don't see my family often? It's because I made the mistake of letting the wrong person into my life."

Emily feels Alison squeeze her tighter and she lets her hand lovingly rub Alison's back while nuzzling her head against Alison's.

"I was so stupid," Alison says, her voice breaking. "So fucking stupid."

"That is the last thing you are," Emily says fiercely as she holds Alison close to her, wanting to protect the tiny blonde from the world. And it's strange really, because Alison is the feisty one who protected her from Paige. But Emily thinks to herself that maybe the two of them bring out the best in each other.

Alison sighs and pulls herself together. She leans back and grabs Emily's hands eagerly.

"I don't want to ruin our time together. Can we talk about this later? I promise we will."

Emily nods and the blonde grabs her face and kisses her gently, lovingly.

"You're the sweetest," she murmurs and Emily hiccups nervously causing Alison to giggle softly. "Come on. Show me the rest of this place, I want to see everything."

I dno why, but this is my favorite chapter that I've written so far. And as always, feel free to let me know what you think (:
I love me some heartfelt Emily/Ali smut.
Also, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea- I love Spencer, she's my second favorite character after Alison. But I love how she always tries to interfere and do what she perceives to be the right thing, it makes for an interesting dynamic. And it gets her in quite a bit of trouble on the show, like when she showed up at the warehouse with Emily/Alison.
Anyway hope you liked it!
xox