The beginning of the end. Happy Early Halloween.
The smell of baking cookies floats through the apartment and Alison busily washes the dishes as she watches the oven timer. She hums happily to the radio, and she has Gossip Girl on silently with captions.
"When I am with you there's no place I'd rather be," Ali sings to herself as she dries her hands and then goes to put all the ingredients away.
She is glad the girls had come to see Emily- and she appreciates Spencer's 'blessing'. But they had interrupted Emily's studying time, and the brunette had one of her first tests of the semester today. She had been edgy, freaking out about the test, and studying like crazy, not even really distracted by Alison's occasional soft massages to her neck.
"You'll strain your neck if you study in one position like that for so long," Alison had lectured her gently and Emily had simply shifted positions as she concentrated. When Ali had checked on Emily a half hour later, she saw the brunette in the same position as when she had left and she sighed, reminding her again.
So while Emily was in class, Alison decided to bake chocolate chip cookies- the kind with milk chocolate chips, not semi-sweet because Emily had mentioned that was her preference. Going against Emily's wishes, she had taken the bus to the grocery store to grab some- and here she was alive and safe. She knows Emily is protective, and not in a psychotic sense- but she figures that her girlfriend might just be paranoid.
As she turns the oven light on, she smiles as she sees her carefully rounded cookies turning into perfect little circles. She can't wait to see Emily's face when she has cookies and milk waiting at home for her. Over the past few weeks she had learned quite a bit about Emily that she had committed to memory. This happened to be her favorite childhood comfort food.
Ali takes her apron off and she sees an incoming text from Emily: "Hey I just finished my test, I'll be home in ten. Netflix?"
Alison smiles and doesn't respond, able to wait the ten minutes until she sees Emily. The oven timer goes off and she checks on her delicious-smelling creations.
(She's quite good, if she may say so herself)
So the blonde lets the golden cookies cool softly and she hurries to clean the kitchen. It feels nice knowing her effort will be appreciated. Emily would never even think about throwing the cookies at the wall and yelling at her, Alison knows that with confidence.
It's overwhelming a bit how much she loves this girl she met barely a month ago- but she now firmly believes in soulmates. And if her and Emily aren't soulmates then to hell with everything else, Alison wouldn't know what to believe.
She's about to go scrape the cookies off the pan when the faintest noise catches her attention. Focusing, she strains her ear and hears it again and her eyes whip to the front door- the doorknob turns ever so slightly, as if someone is trying to open the door. Her eyes dart up to see that the top two locks are indeed locked, and she's safe.
The doorknob doesn't turn again, and Alison shakes her head, wondering if Emily's paranoia is beginning to get to her too. As much as she hates Wilden, she doesn't believe he'd actually kidnap her or nonsense like that- because that's just far fetched, she thinks.
She can imagine him stalking her to try and talk to her, but not kidnap or physically harm in broad daylight.
Shaking her head and pulling herself out of her state of nervousness, she piles the cookies on a plate and grabs some milk to pour from the fridge. To pass the time she dries and puts away the dishes until she hears a familiar rattling that she's used to and watches as the door opens but is stopped by the metal chain at the top.
"Babe can you come unlock this?" Emily calls from the doorway, smiling softly when she sees Alison's face as she opens the door fully.
Quickly, she steps in and shuts the door locking it hastily before she yanks Ali's arm and pulls her into a searing kiss, the blonde suddenly melting into her arms as she whimpers.
"Well hello to you too," Alison breathes, her eyes fluttering and chest heaving as she recovers.
"I can smell the cookies from down the hall," Emily smirks. "Just saying thank you."
"You didn't even try them yet though!"
"I bet they're delicious," Emily says kissing her again before mumbling against her lips, "but they probably don't taste as sweet as you do."
Alison's eyes shot open in surprise- the brunette was hardly that forward and flirty.
"But you still gotta taste them," Alison pouts as she starts to pepper little kisses all over Emily's face. "Pleaaaase."
"Alright, but that's as aggressive as I'm getting today," Emily jokes and Alison rolls her eyes.
"Once again, I think you have it in you," Alison waves her comment away and takes her hand and leads her to the kitchen island. "Ta da."
"Milk and cookies!" Emily squeaks with her big brown eyes shining with affection. "You made me milk and cookies!"
"With milk chocolate chips," Alison beams proudly.
"Thank you," Emily says softly with a wide smile.
"Try one already! Geez," Alison teases with a poke but she's grinning like a fool too.
When Emily bites into the cookie, she closes her eyes and savors the rich, sweet flavors.
"Mmm so good," she mumbles with her mouth full and grabs the glass of milk to wash the cookie down.
Alison's blue eyes twinkle with laughter and Emily looks at her questioningly.
"You got a little something right here," Alison brings her hand up to Emily's cheek and wipes a smudge of chocolate away from the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
"There, fixed it," Alison smiles. She gasps as Emily's hands grab her waist and pull her close suddenly.
"I love you, Ali," Emily declares, her voice low and husky and Alison almost cries at the clear sincerity. "So much."
"I love you too. You've turned me into a sap," Ali teases as she buries her face into Emily's shoulder, trying not to cry. She loves this spot particularly because Emily always sprays her favorite perfume on her neck and Alison can always smell the lingering scent.
"So…Netflix?"
x
A vibrating noise wakes Alison up out of her light sleep on the couch where she has fallen asleep with Emily's head in her lap. The movie is still playing and she rubs her eyes only to see her phone light up with a number she doesn't know calling.
Hesitatingly she answers.
"Hello?"
"Alison, it's me," the blonde breathes a huge sigh of relief, "Emily's friend Spencer."
"How did you get my number?"
"Not important."
"It's 2 am," Alison says tiredly.
"When I got home, I wanted to know more about the case," Spencer explains. "So I did some research."
"And?"
"And get this. Over the past few days I found out in high school Wilden was sent to a psychiatrist for disturbing behavior. And it wasn't his parents' idea, it was his principle's."
"Go on."
"It's on his record that a psychiatric evaluation was later performed on him before he entered the police academy, by that same psychiatrist and he was cleared of having any disorder. But I went to visit the said psychiatrist, and she claims she did no such thing- someone altered those reports for whatever reason."
"They what?!" Alison shoots straight up.
"Yeah, completely altered, because she thinks he had anti-social personality disorder. That was her suspicion from only two sessions. He just left and never came back. She explained she believed he fell under the malevolent subtype, which includes characteristics such as brutality, extreme revenge, and anticipation of betrayal and punishment. "
"His dad used to be the Chief of Police," Alison remembers suddenly. "Maybe he altered it somehow."
"I just thought you should know. Not that it matters to you, but I completely believe you now," Spencer says as her voice quiets at the end.
Alison is about to respond when she feels a squirm and looks down to see Emily looking up at her with tentative eyes. She puts her finger to her lips, signaling for the brunette to be quiet before she reaches down and lets her hand play with her beautiful dark brown hair.
"What happens now?"
"I'm not sure. I would just be extra careful," Spencer warns cautiously.
"I have Emily making sure of that for me," Alison replies sweetly as she lightly scratches Emily's head comfortingly.
"I wouldn't even know who to go bring this evidence to," Spencer admits. "I plan on working on it some more."
"Thank you, I really appreciate it," Alison tells her genuinely and Spencer acknowledges her before hanging up.
"Who was that?" Emily asks groggily. "Cece?"
"Spencer," Alison asks her and Emily sits up, rubbing her eyes to look at her.
"Spencer? Why?"
"Long story short, she believes me after a conversation we had. And so she was doing some research on Wilden, and she just thought she should let me know," Alison tells her softly not wanting to upset Emily.
"What'd she find out?" sleepy Emily asks as one hand covers her mouth to stop a yawn, and the other groping for Alison's leg and then rubbing it softly.
Alison recounts what Spencer said, and Emily becomes a little more awake, terrible thoughts forming in her head.
"Alison-"
"Shhh can we not talk about this now?" Alison begs quietly climbing on top of Emily and pushing her backwards so she can sleep half on top of the brunette. "I just want to go to sleep with my beautiful girlfriend and not worry about this tonight."
Emily gives in with a heavy sigh, she can't resist those big blue puppy eyes staring at her.
But Alison wass the only one who manages to fall asleep that night.
A little over a week later
Emily is hunched over her desk in class, scribbling notes furiously. She can barely keep up with the teacher, and her eyebrows furrow together in concentration as she tries to really listen.
"Hey," she hears a hushed whispered voice next to her. She breaks from her concentration for a second to look at the guy.
"Your phone keeps going off," he lets her know.
She nods appreciatively and looks up at the professor before checking her phone. There are two missed calls from Alison. Emily frowns slightly- the blonde knows she's in class. There's no text or voicemail, and Emily feels a familiar paranoia begin to creep in.
Quickly she shoves her chair back and exits the room quietly. Once she's in the hallway she finds a quiet corner to call Alison.
"Hello?" she barely hears the blonde's voice when she answers the phone. She sounds very sleepy.
"Hey, babe I'm in class is something wrong?"
There's a distinct pause before Alison's voice comes through. "I'm just really tired."
"How was lunch shift? Are you back from work?"
Another long pause. Alison sounds a little confused as she continues to speak. "Yeah, I took the bus."
"Are you okay?" Emily asks worried. Pause.
"I just…I don't feel good," Alison says slowly, her words heavy. "I'm really tired Emmy…"
"Are you sick? Do you want me to come home?"
"I don't…I don't know…yeah," Alison says distantly.
"Okay, just hold on I'm coming home," Emily says beginning to get anxious. Alison had been fine that morning. They had even talked about going out to dinner to celebrate Emily's A on her test.
When the brunette gets home she runs up the stairs, to her apartment, and flings her door open.
"Alison?!" she calls out panicked and she doesn't hear a single sound in the apartment. "Ali!"
Still no answer. She doesn't see the blonde and she dashes into the bedroom only to be greeted with nothing but space. Nothing seems out of place.
"Alison!" she calls out and still there's no answer. Emily can feel her heartbeat begin to pound wildly as thoughts of Alison being taken away frighten her to no end.
"God no," she starts to freak out and tears begin to well in her eyes. "Ali!"
She's left alone in silence. Despite her efforts to stay calm, all she can think about is losing Alison- and that just can't happen.
Emily pulls her cell phone out and she calls Alison again, frantic.
"Pick up Ali," she murmurs as the ringing tone begins but then she hears a loud buzzing sound. When she runs out of her room she traces the noise to the kitchen and sees Alison's phone buzzing on the counter by the sink.
Her stomach is in knots, and Emily thinks she's going to be sick. Where the hell could Alison have gone in twenty minutes, while sick, without her phone? She walks over to the counter and almost trips- and then she looks down and screams.
Alison is on the ground face down with her left side of her face lying on the cool tile, her eyes shut and mouth ever so slightly open. Her body is eerily still and Emily drops to her knees, absolutely terrified.
The brunette's body begins to shake as she flips Alison over on her back and puts her ear to her chest- and there is a pulse, thank God. It's faint, but it's there. And Alison seems to have no real injuries.
"Alison," Emily shakes her gently trying to wake her up but her head just lulls back and forth in Emily's lap.
"Come on, babe," Emily mumbles as she tries to lift Alison up but falters slightly since the blonde is complete dead weight. Slowly, she maneuvers so she can stand up with her knees bent and slides her two arms under Alison's body before she stands and picks her up. Alison's body is cold, and it gives Emily the creeps to see her so lifeless. She puts her down on the couch gently and grabs her phone.
"Cece? Cece I need help!"
x
Alison wakes up to pure confusion- she's in a hospital room by herself and she doesn't remember coming here. She feels nauseous, and she can barely keep her eyes open without feeling being tempted to throw up.
But the worse part is that she's all alone and she doesn't understand what's happening.
"Hello?" she calls out weakly and she leans forward, quickly leaning back as a wave of nausea hits her.
"Oh god," she mumbles as she feels vomit coming up and she does her best to keep it down else she accidentally release it all over herself.
"Shit," she hears and sees Cece appear in the doorway. "Emily she's awake, and she's gonna hurl."
Alison swallows thickly and relief flows through her as she sees the tan beauty hurry in and she feels infinitely safer with her girlfriend in the room.
Emily picks up the trash can by the door and runs to Alison's side.
"Here," she says softly and Alison lets herself finally throw up, her body heaving and shaking. She feels disgusting, and her memory is hazy- she wants to know why she's in the hospital.
"It's okay," Emily soothes as she rubs Alison's back comfortingly. When the blonde finally stops, she puts the trashcan down by the door. "Finished?"
"I don't think there's anything left to throw up," Alison whimpers as she lies back, a thin layer of sweat covering her. "What happened? I remember feeling sick on the way home from work-"
"Girlie you were drugged, again," Cece says in a serious tone cutting her off as she watches Emily go and sit by the blonde's bed, holding her hand.
"Drugged? I was at work!"
"Did you eat there? Drink?"
"I mean I have a glass of water like everyone else at the waiter station," Alison explains.
"Someone purposely drugged you, Alison," Emily says in a low voice and Alison's never seen the brunette look so heated- there's an animalistic anger in Emily's eyes, but it doesn't frighten Alison in the least bit. It makes her feel safer.
"You think it was-"
"Who else would?" Emily seethes.
"That doesn't make any sense, because I'm here with you," Alison says confused. "What would be the point of drugging me?"
"I don't know. All I know is that I was in class, and you called me, totally out of it. And you said you felt sick, and told me to come home," Emily tells her. "And then when I came back I found you on the kitchen floor."
"I don't remember any of that," Alison's resolve crumbles and she feels fear running through her veins- if there's one thing she can't stand it's not having control. And lately it's been slipping through her fingers. She looks at Emily and notices the dark circles under her eyes, and her body looks tense as if she's constantly stressed. Alison gasps.
"Oh Em, you must have been so scared," Alison realizes as she speaks quietly, watching as Emily blushes and avoids eye contact. She leans over, despite her nausea, and kisses the top of Emily's head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."
"I came back and I thought you were…" Emily's voice trails off and Alison squeezes her hand while trying to smile her usual Alison DiLaurentis grin.
"But I'm not, I'm right here," Alison reminds her.
"I was scared too!" Cece interrupts their moment playfully from the doorway where she's leaning.
"Bitch I didn't ask you," Alison growls teasingly as she lies back.
"Are we safe?" Emily asks confronting the giant elephant in the room.
"Nope, so be careful," Cece warns. "I'll sleep on your couch for a few days. Wilden can't get through me."
"No thanks, we're kind of loud at night," Alison's smirk grows when she sees Emily turn an even deeper shade of red.
"Bitch I was serious," Cece says in a very grave tone before she lightens up. "Besides, it's nothing I haven't heard before."
Both girls look at her, eyes narrowed.
"Sorry Emily, but Alison you were super loud with that one guy…what was his name…I came by to drop something off once and all I heard was-"
"Shut up Cece," Ali growls as her thumb reflexively rubs Emily's soft skin to comfort her. The last thing she wanted was for Emily start imagining her with someone else right now. And she knows that's what she's thinking, because she can see the crestfallen look on Emily's face.
"Fine I won't sleep on your couch, but if both of us aren't working and Emily is not home I'm going to be at your place until we figure something else out," Cece says firmly, her voice leaves no room for argument and the two younger girls just nod.
"Can't the police find out who did it?"
"We contacted the police, and Ezra is helping out, but there is nothing that even suggests who would have done that," Emily sighs looks defeated.
"Don't worry, we'll figure it out," Alison consoles her lovingly, but she is unsure of what to do.
"I'm going to go get a doctor so we can get the hell out of here," Cece declares to nobody in particular as she leaves.
The instant she is out the door, Alison turns to Emily.
"Hey, you, look at me," she says firmly as she leans forward and twists her body to look at her girlfriend.
Emily naturally grabs a glass of water off the table and hands it to her. Alison drinks up and marvels at how the brunette is faithful, right by her side through everything. "The only reason I'm not crawling out of this bed and properly thanking you for everything is because I don't have a toothbrush and toothpaste."
Emily gives her a pathetic attempt at a smile and the blonde sighs.
"Don't listen to what Cece said, and don't focus on what could have happened," Alison says earnestly. "I'm right here with you. I was just as scared until I saw you come in, and then I knew I was safe. You are my safety, my killer, and nobody can make me scream louder than you do."
Emily blushes and tries to pull herself out of her head, out of the tornado of dark, negative thoughts.
"Alright?"
Emily nods, traces of real joy finally gracing her face.
"I kinda like how that sounds, killer," Alison muses as she looks Emily up and down.
"Makes me sound crazy," Emily argues with an embarrassed smile.
"Cause you are," Alison giggles with mischief in her eyes. "Crazy for me. And I can't wait for you to show me when we get home."
Two hours later
"Mmmm, fuck, ah-oh god," Alison moans, her hands tangled in Emily's hair as the brunette licks up and down her dripping slit. The blonde has her head raised and her back slightly off the mattress, admiring the naked brunette between her legs. But when Emily's lips close around her clit and suck lightly, and then her tongue flicks across it, Alison releases a high pitched moan and falls back to the mattress, her eyes slammed shut and her hands grabbing fistfuls of Emily's hair as she pulls her closer.
"Emily, fuck," she can barely speak up as a single digit slip into her pussy before coming right back out. And then suddenly Emily's face lifts from between her legs.
"Why'd you stop?!" Ali almost cries but when she sees Emily hovering over her with dark eyes focused on her, she shuts the fuck up.
"You want aggressive right?" Emily taunts in a very seductive voice. Alison didn't think she could get any wetter, but she feels more warmth pool as Emily starts to dirty talk her.
"Yes, please," Alison pleads pathetically.
"I hope you can handle it," Emily says with a smirk and she crashes her lips against Alison's, and the kiss is hard with teeth scraping and Emily's tongue dominating Alison's, sweeping the inside of her mouth possessively. The blonde stifles a moan as she bucks her hip up to grind against Emily's thigh. But the brunette bites Alison's lip harshly before sucking on it and releasing it. "Not until I say so."
A shudder rips through Alison's body and she knows the brunette can feel it. She whimpers pathetically as Emily's hand slides up her torso and begins to roughly grab her breasts, and Emily was not kidding about being aggressive- the way she pinches her nipples and gropes Alison has the blonde gasping in both pain and pleasure.
And then the brunette drops her body down lower and lets her lips attack Alison's breast, marking her and biting until the blonde is begging.
"Please, please Em—fuck—I need you to touch—fuck oh god," Alison whimpers as she feels Emily's hand drop between her legs. The tan beauty rubs up and down Alison's dripping sex and rubs her clit just rough enough to have the blonde moaning incoherent words.
"Emi—fuck!"
Alison is cut off midsentence by Emily shoving two fingers in her, and Alison winces at the pleasure mixed with pain. Though her eyes are closed, she feels Emily slow down, clearly noticing Alison's wincing.
"The harder you go, the louder I scream your name," Alison pants and it's not long before Emily quickens her pace and adds a third digit and curls her fingers.
"Fuck! Emily…oh fu…shit…Emily!"
Alison screams as her body tenses and that wonderful sensation shoots through her as her toes curl and her fists clench before her body relaxes and her body is left twitching.
"Wow you weren't kidding about the harder the louder," Emily observes.
"Mmm I can't help it," Alison whispers in a husky voice as she sits up, her nipples still hard from the cold temperature and Emily feels an intense throbbing between her legs. "And you, killer, were very impressive."
"Was I? I took two shots," Emily says with a sheepish grin.
"Huh I thought I tasted alcohol," Alison smiles. "I know you have it in you."
She flips Emily on her back and straddles her. Emily groans and Alison purrs into her ear. "And just wait until you get me tied up."
Emily gulps, she knows from the way Alison is looking at her that she's not going to be able to stand after this.
The next night
"Where the fuck is she?!" Emily shouts at Cece grabbing the older blonde by her shirt.
"Emily calm down-"
"What the fuck happened?" Emily asks in a trembling voice as she reluctantly lets go of Cece with a little shove.
And for once, Cece Drake is scared speechless.
x
I love when shit hits the fan. That's probably my favorite part about writing. And honestly writing this has been the only good part of my day. Feel free to review or pm to let me know what you think- makes me smile. I'm motivated to write because I love knowing that people are enjoying the story I'm telling. It means I'm doing something right. :3 xx