A/N: I miss this story :( And I miss talking to all of you guys and reading your reviews. Let me know what you think about the direction this is going in. Sorry for all the late updates :( Check out Love Song Requiem if you haven't and you love angst!
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"Are you sleepy?"
Alison asks curiously as she shuts their house door behind her and watches Emily kick her shoes off in the most ungraceful manner as her shoulders slump slightly. The blonde still has a buzz, and she's still quite eager to spend time with Em.
"I'll be okay, I'm excited to spend time with you," Emily says as if reading her mind with a small smile and gasps as Alison hurls herself directly into her arms. Her tussled blonde hair is instantly in Emily's face as she buries her head in the crook of Emily's shoulder and presses herself against the brunette. She smiles as she feels a shudder rip through her tired girlfriend- despite her exhaustion she was still turned on.
"I get you for the whole rest of the day?" Alison asks mischievously as she grins, lifting her head up to look at Emily.
The brunette responds by pressing her lips against Alison's gently, their kiss lasting longer than she meant it to.
"That was nice," Ali murmurs in a throaty, hoarse voice. Emily smiles fondly.
"Nice isn't going to satisfy you today is it?"
"Just try and keep up," Alison teases with a glint in her eye as she brings her lips down to Emily's jaw and trails light kisses down to her neck. She hears Emily's breath hitch in her throat as her teeth scrape against Emily's skin and she nips before soothing the bite with her tongue. A throaty groan escapes Emily's lips and Alison smiles against her throat.
"You play dirty," Emily complains softly. "I need my strength and energy back to keep up."
"I can hold off, only for a little while, but I can wait. I'll be a good girl, just for you," Alison says in a seductive low voice and Emily feels shivers run through her body as she tightens her grip on the squirming blonde's hips, stilling her.
"So what do you want to do then?"
Alison pauses before answering. "How about a simple coffee date?"
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"Here you go," Alison sets down a mocha latte with an extra espresso shot for the brunette as she kisses the top of her head sweetly and sits next to her.
"Thanks," Emily says quietly with a small smile and eyes Alison's small drink. "What'd you get?"
"Just some tea," Alison answers nonchalantly. But truthfully, her buzz is almost gone and she can feel sleep and tiredness begin to set in. And all she can think of right now is her family- and how she wants to tell Em. She wants to talk, wants to hear Emily tell her that she doesn't owe her family anything and that she shouldn't go see them- but she knows that's most likely not what her kind-hearted girlfriend is going to say.
"Emily Fields?"
The two girls look up to see a pretty boy with piercing eyes staring directly at the brunette, and the blonde immediately feels jealousy flare up in the pit of her stomach.
"Noel!" Emily exclaims surprised, her brown eyes widening.
"How have you been?" he asks slyly, his eyes staring intently. He looks like he's expecting a hug or a gesture, so Emily awkwardly stands up to give him one.
"I've been good, just working a lot," Emily says as she sits back down and Alison leers at the pretty boy- she hates the way his eyes linger in all the wrong spots on Emily's. His eyes meet her own and she sees a challenging smirk break through on his face.
"And who is your friend here?" he asks with a chillingly flirtatious tone of voice.
"I'm Alison," the blonde interjects before Emily can introduce her properly. "Emily's girlfriend."
"Damn, so it wasn't just a phase," Noel says to the brunette in a playfully annoyed voice and it grinds on Ali's nerves for some reason. She watches as he goes back to staring down his girlfriend with those predator eyes.
"Nope, never was," Emily merely says, unaffected by the bad boy's antics. He had always been a bold, blunt asshole- and she had never truly let him get to her. Truthfully, she had been flattered in high school when he hit on her because she was a nobody, a shy soul.
"So you can stop eye fucking her any second now," Alison growls and both Noel and Emily turn to look at her, shocked. Noel, however, quickly recovers.
"I'm merely an appreciator of beauty," he says with faux finesse and Emily rolls her eyes.
"Yeah well appreciate any more and I'll make sure no one will appreciate yours," she threatens and Emily doesn't understand where this ferocity is coming from. She's surprised, to be honest. It's usually she that is the jealous one, not Ali. Guys always hit on Alison and the blonde never bats an eye at them, and so she consequently pretends it doesn't bother her. She lets her hand reach down and land on top of Ali's, squeezing gently.
"Alright blondie, whatever you say," he says shaking his head with a smirk. "I'll catch you later Fields. Call me when this doesn't work out."
He turns away with a smug look on his face and walks off, a little too much spring in his step. Alison is tempted to stand up and chase after him and pummel him in the face but she feels the hand on top of hers squeeze again and looks to her right to see a worried pair of brown eyes staring at her.
But Emily only sees piercing blue eyes with fierce repulsion staring at her and she's caught off guard by the strong hatred she feels radiating off Alison.
"Babe calm down," she coaxes gently. "It's not a big deal-"
"Not a big deal? He was fucking undressing you with his eyes Em! Even after he knew who I was!" Alison huffs as she retorts loudly..
"You provoked him," Emily reminds her gently. "You're letting him get a rise out of you."
"Because he was acting like a fucking asshole," Alison growls out and Emily looks at her with a faint, soft smile. "What?"
"Nothing, I just…you're never jealous of guys," Emily observes shyly. "There was that one time with Samara but that's different. Why are you so worked up?"
"Emily- he was practically disregarding me and trying to turn you straight!"
"But you know I'm into you and only you," Emily reassures her, her thumb stroking Alison's hand gently. "This is how it was, you know."
"What was?"
"Watching guys hit on you when you were at the strip club."
"You're seriously bringing that up?"
"I'm just relating," Emily says softly. "Because all of that stuff at the strip club meant nothing, just like this means nothing."
Alison has to stop and think for a moment. If this is how Emily felt every time she saw her flirting back, half naked, with a random guy, she understands completely why Emily hated her having that job so much.
"I'm sorry," Alison tries to steady her uneven breathing as she calms down. "It's just…when he did that…"
She wants to explain how she feels and she's afraid she'll sound too damaged. Because Alison hates being weak, hates feeling certain ways because of her past. So she sighs as she continues.
"When he hit on you right in front of me like I meant nothing, it made me feel like when Darren would treat me like I was shit, like I was worth less than nothing. And when I'm with you I feel safe, but there are times like at work or when I'm out with Hanna that the littlest things make me feel vulnerable and defenseless again. It's the way he presented himself, Em. Like he was dominant and ready to fight me to get what he wants."
Emily watches Alison carefully, noting the way the blonde avoids eye contact as she lets out how she's feeling.
"And it was like he was flat out threatening to take you away, with that smug smirk on his face. Not that he could, but it was still a dig at me, and I just can't think of losing you-"
The emotional rambling blonde is cut off by Emily grabbing her by the back of the neck and kissing her hard, her lips desperately moving against Ali's and her tongue begging for entrance.
Ali whimpers as Emily slips her tongue in, and her heartbeat races as she feels Emily explore her mouth with need.
It's the brunette that finally pulls away, panting softly, staring at Ali's hooded eyes satisfied.
"I love you," Emily says in a tiny voice as she tucks a piece of blonde hair behind Ali's ear. "I'm sorry that Noel interrupted us and ruined this. And I understand how you feel, and I don't want you to be insecure."
"It's silly anyway," Alison shrugs but Emily softly grabs her chin and forces her to look at her.
"It's not," she says kindly. "It's completely valid. He made you feel threatened, and I should have stood up to him more than I did. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Alison says sincerely. "I know you won't leave me."
"You know, I think I'm getting a second wind," Emily says mischievously, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "Wanna skip dinner?"
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"Do you trust me?"
Emily stands flush behind Alison in their room, her hands rapidly roaming up and down the blonde's clothed body.
"Yes," Alison whispers as she begins to tremble when Emily's fingers pluck open her jean button and unzip the zipper slowly.
"Good," Emily whispers into her ear and nips at it, her hand now rubbing over Alison's panties and the blonde moans softly as she grinds her hips back into the brunette.
"Remember, nice isn't going to cut it today," Alison reminds her breathily as she turns around to face Emily, pulling her in for a searing kiss.
"Oh I know," Emily replies as she pulls apart and pushes Alison back onto the bed before climbing over her. "Get naked, now."
Alison's blue eyes widen and she feels a heat shoot straight to her core at the domineering tone in her girlfriend's voice. It sounds so hot coming from her.
She tries to quickly take her shirt off and before she can get to her bra Emily pounces back down and pins her arms above her head.
"Too slow," the brunette murmurs and reveals two silk ties in her hands that she uses to start tying Alison's left wrist to the head of the bed.
"Oh my god," Alison squeaks as she realizes what's going on.
"Just let me know if you get uncomfortable, okay?" Emily mumbles as she starts on the other wrist.
Alison can only nod, and soon she's completely tied up- her wrists to the head of the bed, and she's left in her bra and jeans.
"These have to come off," Emily notes as she rips Ali's jeans off of her and has the blonde in her panties.
"Ready or not," Emily says with a smirk and brings her mouth to Alison's panties, and the blonde gasps loudly as the brunette uses her teeth to tug at the lace and pull her panties down.
"When did you learn to do that?!" Alison asks in a tiny voice, suddenly so turned on at the sight of Emily taking her panties from her mouth and snaking up the blonde's body til their noses are brushing and their mouths are inches apart.
"Just an instinct," Emily says with a cocky grin that makes Alison blush and lean up to connect their lips in a desperate kiss.
Emily's hands are on either side of her head, and Alison longs to have them all over her naked body. She squirms helplessly trying to bring Emily down on top of her completely but it's to no avail. So she breaks the kiss to beg.
"Emmy please, I need to feel you," the blonde moans as she arches her back to give the brunette a more sensual view.
"Oh do you?" Emily teases as she finally lets her left hand trail down from Ali's neck to between her breasts, tracing a finger to her left breast and teasing the hard nipple. Her finger flicks across it torturously and Ali feels herself become increasingly wet.
"Please, please just touch me," Ali whimpers and Emily looks at her as though contemplating.
"Maybe," she winks as she lets her left hand make a torturously slow trail down Alison's torso across her flat tummy until it hovers above her glistening folds.
"Please," Alison begs again and Emily relents, but she positions herself between Ali's legs and spreads them wide open so the blonde is lying spread eagle on the bed.
"Touch you? Like this?" Emily asks with a smirk as she takes a single finger and swipes it through Alison's folds, causing her to buck her hips reflexively as Emily's finger teases her clit.
"Yes, please, god," Alison moans helplessly.
"Or like this?" Emily asks as she dives forward and her lips close around Ali's clit, sucking hard, and the blonde lets out a strangled whimper as her legs tighten around Emily's head.
"Fuck, yes," Alison cries out and it's not long before Emily is slipping two fingers in and out while her tongue flicks back and forth across the blonde's swollen clit. And it's not long before Ali comes undone.
"Holy Shi-"
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"This is nice."
Alison's voice is hoarse from screaming (Emily may have gone above and beyond just now) and her body is still recovering from the three orgasms in the last hour that Emily had given her.
Lately, she considered herself lucky if she got one since Emily was so busy. And when they did fool around, Alison had been doing her best to get Emily off to relieve some of her stress. But holy shit, she thinks, that last hour may have made up for the last month.
And now, the naked blonde lies completely curled up under the sheets against Emily, the brunette's arms around her. She only now realizes that Emily is still completely clothed and that the brunette had been so focused on her she hadn't even gotten undressed. Her unselfish girlfriend never ceases to amaze her. She snuggles in closer and lets her hand on Emily's hip slide under her shirt to draw circles.
"Babe," she says distractedly as she revels in the softness of Emily's skin. "You didn't get naked too."
Emily looks down at herself in surprise.
"I guess not," she says with a small laugh.
"It's okay," Alison kisses her quickly before shifting her weight and draping her leg on top of Emily's thigh so her center is pressed against it. "I don't mind being naked for you. I'm all yours."
Her sultry tone of voice comes back with her last sentence as she purrs into Emily's ear.
She feels a shudder rip through the brunette and smiles knowingly.
"Mhm," Emily mumbles but as her eyes flutter, Alison can see how tired she is.
"Hey," she says in a gentle voice and shifts so she's more cuddling than seducing. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Emily nods and Alison smiles as she feels Emily's hand under her head begin to play with her hair.
"Can we talk?" Alison asks softly. Her mind is constantly trying to wander to thoughts of her family but she's fended them off for the last few hours.
"We are," Emily smiles but then sees Alison's contemplative look. "What's wrong?"
"My parents called me," she says quietly. She watches a surprised expression come over Emily's features.
"When? Today?"
"No, a few days ago," Alison admits guiltily. Emily's eyes narrow confusedly as she looks down at the blonde.
"A few days ago? And you didn't say anything? What happened?"
"I'm sorry, you were so busy and I didn't want to stress you out over something so little-"
"It's not little," Emily insists but there's a kind undertone to her urgent voice. "Your parents haven't contacted you in years except about money and legal issues. Was that what it's about?"
"No," Alison shakes her head. "They just left a voicemail though. And it was to say they were sorry and really wanted to see me over the holidays and that Courtney was going to be there."
"Courtney?" Emily is just as shocked as Ali was when she first heard the news. A part of her wants to meet Ali's family. She wants to see the parents that abandoned their daughter (and even if it was a terrible thing to do, if they hadn't, Emily might never have met Ali), and she wants to meet Ali's own twin.
"She's out of rehab on good behavior or something," Alison tells her.
"Do you want to go?"
"Do you think I should?"
The question hangs in the air as Alison stares up at her girlfriend and Emily can see traces of fear and apprehension swirling in those loving blue orbs.
"They're your family, I think you should," Emily says softly.
"I knew you were going to say that," Ali playfully groans as she buries her head back in the crook of Emily's neck. The brunette laughs softly as she feels Alison hold on to her tightly for comfort.
She can't believe how lucky she is some days, like right now. She has a goddamn beautiful girlfriend who has gone through hell and is somehow still alive and who loves her more than anything or anyone else. Alison's soft, porcelain skin is pressed against her as her body lies flush against her body. Emily can feel her soft breasts gently lying against her side and she loves the way Alison's curves are cuddled up to her.
All she wants is to make her girlfriend happy.
"When do you want to go?"
"Hanna wanted us all to go," Alison says with a small smile and Emily looks confused.
"You told Hanna?"
"Just earlier today. I knew I was going to tell you, I just didn't want you to worry about it while you were stressed."
Emily knows the blonde is right. The thought of Alison being in emotional distress over her family makes her want to find a way to help, not focus on her work.
"Tomorrow is the only day I can go before Thanksgiving. But I have to finish up some work first and can't til the afternoon."
"What if the girls drive me there earlier, and you come over after?"
"You don't want me to be with you when you see them?" Emily asks, confused again. This whole family thing is making her head whirl.
"I want you to get your work done," Alison whispers softly. "And I'll be fine. I also want to get the 'I'm dating a girl' thing over with cause my parents are just as bad as your mom was. And I'm less likely to get worked up and fight them if you're not there for them to attack too."
"You never said your parents would care," Emily frowns.
"I didn't think I'd have to tell my parents," Alison merely shrugs. "Babe it's alright. Trust me. It's a big deal to see my parents, but not as big as you think."
"Okay," Emily relents. "So tomorrow?"
Alison hums in agreement and rests her head against Emily's chest, feeling safe.
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Snippet of next chapter:
"Let's go inside your car," the blonde whispers huskily in Emily's ear. She can't really think about walking inside to meet Mr. and Mrs. DiLaurentis when Alison has her against the door of her car and is kissing her neck while rubbing her through her jeans.
"Ali, not right now, I want to meet your parents finally," Emily tries to say but her voice is strangled and she struggles to speak through a whimper.
"But I was waiting for you to come," Alison purrs with extra emphasis on come. She grabs Emily's face and kisses her hard, her tongue sliding in when-
"Courtney! Get the fuck away from her!"
The brunette hears Alison and looks up to see her girlfriend come storming out the front door with the three girls behind her. She looks in horror to the blonde in front of her. She's almost an exact replica of Alison, but Emily can suddenly see the subtle differences, like the coldness present in Courtney's brilliantly blue eyes.
Courtney smirks. "I had to try."
To be continued…