Andd here is chapter 3! Hope you guys enjoy!

Enissophobia- Fear of having committed an unpardonable sin, fear of criticism.

Bright rays of sunshine flashed in and out of her bedroom window, making it harder and harder to fall back to sleep. Emily began to toss and turn until she ended up on the opposite side of the bed, which was once occupied by Hanna, who was currently nowhere in sight. She rubbed her eyes while remembering the blonde's comment about their designated sides of the bed and boundaries:

"I prefer the left side to the right, as you should remember," Hanna announced from the bathroom. "And, Em, I know you'll probably do it anyway, but please keep your legs on your side of the bed. If we wake up intensely spooning like last the time, don't feel offended when you end up on the floor."

Emily sighed before glancing at her bed-side alarm clock and seeing that the time was now ten-thirty. Though having an internal battle on whether or not she should just tuck herself back under the covers and sleep the rest of the morning away, she eventually decides that it would be best to get up and move around to shake off the grogginess. First off, she thought, I need a bowl of cereal.

She pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed into the kitchen where she found a note from Hanna reading:

"Hey, babe. I'm going out to run some errands and pick a few things up. I'll be out all day so don't miss me too much ;) Kisses – Your favorite blonde."

Emily feels a chuckle rise in her throat while reading the small note, specifically at the part where Hanna dubs herself Emily's "favorite blonde." Before setting the note down, she remembers last night and a sudden headache hits her.

Alison threw her purse over her shoulder and made her way closer towards the door. "You know, I should probably head out," she said rather coldly. "I have a stack of papers to grade and if I don't start on it now, I'll be up grading until four and Elliot hates when I come to bed that late." Alison pauses to laugh but Emily knows the blonde is really pausing to make sure that the message was received; play with fire and you get burned. She looked towards Emily with a small – and slightly sad? – smile on her face before speaking again, "You should go out though, Em... Maybe you'll find someone other than a blonde."

On top of all that, she recalls how short-worded the blonde's texts were and how long she'd take to reply. With Hanna quietly snoring next to her, Emily waited for what seemed to be forever until she figured she wasn't going to get an answer at all and finally put her phone down. Accidentally, she actually fell asleep rather quickly, only to wake up and see that Alison had replied as soon as she placed the phone on her nightstand.

After everything that had happened, Emily knew she was in some deep shit, and if she knows Alison as good as she thinks, the blonde is still fuming and planning Emily's punishment – and it won't be enjoyable. She sighs, knowing all too well that Alison probably has something deviously good up her sleeve. The ringing of her cell phone is what eventually brings the brunette out of her thoughts; part of her wishing it was Alison and the other part wishing it was anyone but the upset blonde. Deciding she can't avoid the caller for long, Emily picks up her phone to see that it's Spencer.

"Hello?" Emily answered, rubbing her face as she tried to fight the yawn threatening to exit her mouth.

"Hey, Em. Just waking up?" Spencer poked slight fun at the groggy voice on the other end.

Emily hummed, "Kind of. Hanna stayed over last night and I barely slept at all. You know how that goes."

Spencer immediately groaned in response, recalling the times all of the girls shared a room for their many get-togethers. "Tell me about it. Either she keeps you up by talking about the latest gossip or she's coming up with the most outrageous stories." Emily chuckled, knowing exactly what Spencer was talking about.

"Anyway... I was just calling to see if we were still on for Philly. The barn is in dire need of a makeover."

Emily hung her head as she held the phone to her ear. She didn't want to disappoint her friend; she knew Spencer had been talking about furniture shopping ever since Hanna made a comment about her taste in all-vintage decor, but she didn't feel up for the trip today.

"Spence, I'm sorry...I don't think I'll be able to make it today. I woke up with a sore throat and the worst headache ever." Emily explained in a distraught tone, rubbing the back of her neck as she added a low, dry cough to make it somewhat believable.

"Having to deal with Hanna...I'm not surprised." They both shared a laugh before Spencer spoke again, "Anyway, I hope you feel better, Em. Rain check?"

Emily smiled, "Thank you and of course. Just let me know when and I'll be there."

"Yeah, yeah, no problem. I'll let you go rest for a while. Talk soon?" Spencer queried with a hopeful tone due to the lack of hanging out between all of them lately.

"Definitely," she affirmed. "Bye, Spence." Emily said her farewell before hanging up and standing silently in the middle of her apartment. Now, if only she could see her favorite blonde today...

Emily pulls up her texts to the most recent conversations and clicks on the first name she sees – Alison.

"Hey, can you come over?" Emily rereads her message before hitting send. She doesn't want to sound like she needs Alison, but yet, she kind of does, though she hates to admit it. In the end, she erases it and types out another message.

"Please come over." Emily lets out a shaky breath without hitting send. She knows Alison originally left hurt and upset, but after Emily had stopped texting her back last night after it all happened...yikes, she didn't even want to know how angry the blonde was right now. After some intricate thinking, she erases the text yet again and types out a simple, "Come over." Not too desperate – not too pushy, it doesn't give the blonde anything to over-analyze. Nothing bad could come from it, right? Except...she could read it before scoffing and ignoring it as soon as it's opened. When Emily looked back at the conversation on her screen, she saw a small line of gray text below the message saying "Read – eleven-sixteen." Yup, I fucked up.

Instead of waiting around and wondering if the blonde will even show up, she mentally decides that she'll go to Alison if Alison won't come to her; she knows the blonde really wants an explanation, and too stubborn to admit it or not, she's going to get one. In the meantime, Emily quickly hopped into the shower while she waited, deciding to wash last night away along with all of the unexpected drama. When she stepped out of the small shower, she pulled her hair into a bun before throwing on a pair of fresh sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. While adjusting her sweats in the mirror, Emily heard a loud sound coming from the living room.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Emily nearly tripped over her coffee table as she quickly ran over to the door. She rolls her neck, already sensing the hell that's about to be unleashed. Deciding against moving the furniture in case a full-blown wrestling match broke out, Emily slowly turns the doorknob and opens the door swiftly, revealing a blonde that's paying little attention to anything but her phone. Alison doesn't even look at Emily as she walks past the brunette and plants herself down on the couch.

"Ali –"

"So, did you have fun last night? You know... when you left to pick up some random girl?" Alison immediately laid her claws into Emily, cutting her off before she could get a single word out. She could tell that Alison was trying to refrain from using other words while simultaneously trying to keep the upper hand.

"We didn't go out last night. We –" Emily tried to get out as she stood between the door and Alison.

"Then why did you stop texting me back last night? Was she that good?" The blonde's words dripped with venom as she cocked her head to the side, daring the other girl to answer. Emily internally sighed, already expecting this before she even opened the door.

After a second, Emily snorted at Alison's assumptions before explaining when a fierce glare was thrown her way, "I fell asleep because it was getting late and I was already exhausted before I even got home last night."

Alison went silent, not having anything left to throw at the brunette. Emily walked over and sat down beside Alison on the couch, taking the girl's hand in her own.

"You need to stop letting Hanna get to you." Emily looked at Alison, "I know she can be quite a handful at times, but she only likes to rile you up." And that's when realization hit Emily: does Hanna know? No, there's no way she does. It's not possible – they've been too careful.

Alison looked towards Emily almost as if she could read her thoughts. "Maybe she knows, Em. I wouldn't be surprised if she did." She inhaled deeply. The mere thought of someone other than the two of them knowing about their relationship was extremely stressful, even if it was just Hanna.

"No, I'm sure she doesn't. If she did, she would've said something by now." Emily shook her head while clarifying. But it's Hanna, she thought, so who knows...

They both sat in silence for a few until Emily noticed Alison eyeing her figure up and down out of the corner of her eye.

"What do you have planned for today?" Alison innocently asks as she glances around the living room.

"Nothing major...why?" Emily smirks because she gets her answer when she feels Alison scoot closer to her on the couch.

"Just wondering." Alison answers shyly.

Emily gently bites her inner cheek before replying, "On second thought… I was debating if I should go out and get a coffee." She finishes while scratching her chin.

Alison looks at her with big eyes before pleading, "No, stay." How could she say no?

"But that coffee would feel really good right about now," Emily continues to play along with her little game.

"Oh really? I know other things that could feel really good." Alison lifts her head up so she's eye level with Emily. She leans in slowly, placing a gentle yet passionate kiss on her brunette's lips.

Emily hums softly in response, "Is that the best you've got?" Alison pulls away, pretending to look hurt.

She shoots Emily a look of disbelief. "Think you can do better?"

"I know I can." Emily confidently retorts.

"Don't get too cocky." Alison bites her lower lip as the mood changes abruptly.

Emily smirks and takes in Alison's appearance. Flawless, she thinks. Before either of them knew it, Emily had lifted Alison's body up slightly and pushed her against the arm of the couch before settling in between the blonde's legs, earning a half-moan, half-grunt in response.

"Already?" Emily giggles and bites at her own lower lip as she watches Alison glare at her.

"No, I–I just wasn't expecting that." Alison's face turns a soft red within seconds.

Emily smirks at the girl's stuttered reply. "I think someone's telling a little white lie," she taps Alison on the lips.

"Unlikely." Alison purses her lips as Emily lingers only inches away.

"Don't get too cocky." Emily mocks the blonde's words from before. Alison scoffs at the brunette's tone, before breaking out into a genuine smile.

"Just kiss me already." She pulls Emily onto her and their lips finally attach after their playful banter.

Tongue against tongue, both fighting for dominance, clashing against each other like they haven't touched in years, soft moans here and there – they missed each other; she missed Alison and it killed her when she didn't get to see the blonde or even hear the voice she's become accustomed to hearing. As the atmosphere began to thicken with lust, Emily could feel Alison grinding against her leg, trying to create any small amount of friction between their bodies.

Emily began to swelter as their shared heat started to catch up to her. Without saying a word, she sits up straight and pulls her shirt off, throwing it to the side, and leaving her in nothing but a sports bra. Leaning back down, she immediately turns her attention to the side of Alison's neck.

"Em." Alison moans as she feels Emily's teeth grazing lightly against her pulse. After hearing the blonde's reaction and internally catching fire, Emily moves her hand and slowly slides it down Alison's side until she reaches the hem of the girl's shirt.

"Please...take it off." Alison struggles to breathe out as she tries to calm herself down a bit. Emily reacts in no time and helps Alison remove the thin shirt, tossing it onto the ground as she leans back in and catches Alison's lips with her own. Emily presses little kisses from her jawline to her ear, loving the feeling of the blonde practically shuddering underneath her touch. She makes her way down Alison's torso, wanting more – needing more.

Out of habit, she looks up towards Alison and sees her eyes closed, pleasure written across her features. Emily gently chews on her lip as she slowly unbuckles Alison's belt, completely loosening it from the denim loops. Wanting to tease the blonde a little more, Emily climbs back up her body tortuously slow, letting the tip of her tongue drag up Alison's stomach.

"How bad do you want me?" She whispered seductively into Alison's ear; her warm breath tickling the blonde's skin and sending signals all over her body – in all the right places.

"Emily, please." Alison whimpered in response to the littlest amount of contact. Emily was in the process of snaking her hand down into Alison's jeans when the door suddenly swung open, leaving both girls in shock with no time to get untangled.

"Hey, Em. Spencer told me you weren't feeling well so I brought you some soup and –" An intruding Hanna stops talking in mid-sentence as she looks up and catches Emily and Alison in a very heated position – now wearing shocked expressions. Hanna, however, is wearing the least shocked facial expression out of the three of them.

"Alright, guys. We'll be back in fifteen minutes tops. Don't have too much fun without us." Aria smiles as she shrugs her overcoat onto her petite frame, protecting herself from the cold weather that drifted throughout all of Pennsylvania. Spencer followed behind her as they walked out of the Montgomery house.

"Bye!" The other three called out in unison before the door shut. They all had gone out to see their best friend, Aria, at one of her book readings. She had just published her first book and, when she received the news that she could read it at a bar in downtown Hollis, she just couldn't pass up the offer and the girls couldn't wait to support her.

"Ali, can you help me in the kitchen real quick?" Emily called from the adjacent room.

"Yeah, sure." Alison responded as she rose up off of the couch and walked into the kitchen. Hanna quietly wonders what Emily could need Alison's help with; seeing Emily being at ease around Alison was a major twist from just a little over a month ago when Emily practically hated the mere thought of Alison – well, hate is a rather strong word; she more or less kept her distance and avoided all topics revolving around the blonde. Bringing Hanna out of her thoughts, the two girls walked back into the room holding three mugs filled with what Hanna assumed to be coffee.

"One for me." Emily counted and sat one in front of her seat.

"One for you." She continued as Hanna stared.

"And... one for you," Emily's hands fell to her sides after placing the last mug on the table. "I think I did great. What do you guys think?" She flashed a proud smile.

"As long as it's not as strong as Spencer's... I'm fine. Seriously, not even the military could drink it," Alison wrinkled her nose. Hanna continued to watch the interaction between the two: no bickering and Emily's eyes uncontrollably flickering from Alison's eyes to her lips? Was she that drunk? No, she barely had anything to drink.

The lone brunette cleared her throat, "Anyway, wasn't that reading fantastic?" Hanna silently studied Emily's actions with intense eyes before the exaggerated calmness got to her.

"You're acting weird. Spill," Hanna stated. Emily looked taken aback at Hanna's bluntness even though she'd been used to it for years.

"Wh–what do you mean? I'm not acting weird." Emily fidgeted in her seat. There was definitely something going on with the brunette and Hanna was curious and maybe even a bit concerned.

"How much did you have to drink tonight, Han?" Alison jokingly asked.

"Apparently not enough," she replied before Alison could even finish the question. "Now, Emily, spill." Hanna demanded, giving Emily her best "don't bullshit me" glare.

"I swear, it's nothing… I'm just happy tonight, that's all." Emily blushed slightly before looking back at Hanna, silently asking her to drop the subject, which she did. If Emily wanted to talk, she would talk.

"Aria better hurry up with that damn wine." Hanna suddenly groaned, earning a chuckle from the other two. She notices how close their proximity is to one another and wonders when they reconnected and how. She mentally notes how close their legs are: they're pretty much on top of each other. The way Alison laughs at Emily's comments and how her hand settles gingerly on the brunette's lap, lingering just long enough to make someone question their relationship with each other.

"They'll be here soon. It's been nearly ten minutes and the store isn't that far." Emily checks her wrist watch in confirmation before giving them a nod.

"Yeah, I'm sure they're on their way back by now." Alison agreed, resting her hand on Emily's... thigh? Hanna looks to quirk an eyebrow at Alison but she had retracted her hand almost immediately, followed by her exaggeratedly clearing her throat. The looks, touching, flirtatious atmosphere – it was almost like they were dating. Though, they couldn't be because Alison is married. The silence in the air thickened as no one knew what to say. In her own mind, Hanna was taking vivid notes on their actions and overall mood towards each other; she couldn't get over the two. One day Emily was keeping her distance from Alison at any cost and the next they were practically all over each other.

"Um, excuse me... I–I have to go to the, uh, bathroom." Alison stammered the words out before getting up and heading upstairs. Immediately after, Hanna mentally decides that she'll keep her eye on the two from – slightly – afar, just to see if she would be able to prove her suspicions wrong. However, the little fact that remained nailed in the back of her brain kept popping up: Alison gets what Alison wants. What's a marriage license to stop her from chasing Emily, the only person – or thing – she's loved consistently throughout the years? Although Alison was always confident in how well she could hide her secrets, loving Emily just wasn't one of those secure secrets. Hanna shook her head; there's no way she'd cheat on Rollins. She loves him. She married him.

"You alright over there? You look like you've seen a ghost." Emily carefully watched her friend from a few feet away. Hanna was quick to nod, not trusting herself to speak in regards to what was going on in her mind.

"I fucking knew it." Hanna dropped the soup on the table by the door and pointed a finger at the two in, nearly, one whole motion. "You two have been running around behind our backs and hooking up whenever you got the chance." She looked towards the ceiling for a split second. "I fucking knew it! I am such a genius." Hanna praised herself before looking back at the two with both hands on her hips. They both sat there, disheveled and quiet. Alison continued to glare at the blonde for her unexpected entrance while Emily sat in shock, looking like she wasn't even capable of forming any kind of rebuttal. During the few moments of silence, Hanna's minds continued to race and recount all the clues that she had gathered over a period of time.

"It all makes sense now. The reading, the Christmas ball, footsies at The Brew..." Hanna mumbles something else to finish the explanation of her theory, earning two shocked looks from the girls on the couch; it turns out that they weren't as careful as they had originally thought. Chuckling slightly, Hanna grabs the soup and sits it on the counter, "I'd tell you to feel better, Em, but I'm sure Alison is already taking good care of you." Emily feels Alison tense up beside her. She tries to imagine what's going through her head and bets it's not good at all.

"Oh...and don't worry. I won't be back until later on tonight...so do whatever you want." Hanna winks at Emily, spinning on her heel and exiting the apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

Almost instantly, Emily, still trying to process what just happened, hears her phone chime. She reaches over to the coffee table and picks up her phone, unlocking it before reading the text from Hanna:

"And I won't tell anyone, but you know we'll be discussing this tonight."

At the end of the text, Emily sees an upside-down smiley face emoji, confusing her; was Hanna really using an emoji after what just happened? Emily groans; she knows she's in for it tonight.

"Wait, why is Hanna coming back tonight?" Alison speaks up for the first time in at least fifteen minutes, giving Emily a questioning look.

"Caleb left yesterday on some business trip, so she's staying with me for a few nights." Emily quietly explains. Maybe if she pretends to actually be sick, Hanna won't give her the third degree. As if, she thinks and almost rolls her eyes at herself.

Alison laughs at the response, earning a curious and confused look from the brunette sitting next to her.

"Oh, I feel so bad for you." She says, letting out a bigger laugh.

Emily looks at her with wide eyes. "How are you not freaking out over this?" She asks worriedly, with a slow shake of her head.

"For a while I've pretty much wondered if she might have a clue or maybe even an interestingly-Hanna type of theory. The subtle yet not so subtle snide remarks were a dead giveaway." Alison tilts her head to the side. In that moment, Emily wanted to recite the quote "takes one to know one," however she knew it wouldn't get her anywhere she'd want to be.

"What do we do?" Emily exhales as she puts her face in her hands, suddenly feeling exhausted. To think that they were being so careful all this time... yet just a slight slip-up and they're caught red handed.

Alison fidgets with her hands before answering, "I don't know." Emily shrinks back into the couch and sighs, feeling rather defeated – but for what reason? Having her relationship with Alison out in the open was something she had been wanting for a while now and their relationship has, finally, been exposed to one of their friends yet she doesn't feel any better – she may even feel worse; almost as if she's taken a step, only to have the entire rug yanked out from underneath her feet, causing her to fall flat on her ass.

"Look, we know Hanna won't tell anyone. Even though we both know she'll hold it above our heads forever, she wouldn't dare tell a soul. We're okay." Alison tried to ease some comfort into her brunette's mind. For now, Emily thought, but she remained silent.

At the continuing silence, Alison cuddled into Emily's side and kissed her on the temple, "Stop over thinking this, baby." She whispered with soft eyes. "Look on the bright side... it's a start to telling the girls." Alison tried to get a reaction from Emily, who was still lost in her own thoughts. Was there really a bright side to this situation? Alison and Emily were in a secret relationship. Emily was in a secret relationship with the girl she loved...and she was slowly starting to feel trapped again.

While Emily's thoughts began to scramble more and more, the two mindlessly scooted down further onto the couch and Alison cuddled closely into the other girl's side. Emily loved Alison – that's for sure, but was it all really worth the risk of slowly falling back into that girl she had long overcome? Emily's much stronger than her younger, naive self – or so she thought.

So what did you guys think of this chapter? Were you expecting Hanna to walk in and ruin the two's much anticipated moment? It was fun writing it haha. I guess that's what's exciting about writing, you always keep the readers theorizing and on their toes. This story will have quite a few of those moments, when you think something's gonna go one way, it goes the other, which is cool in the end, because it keeps the readers interested. Honestly, I hope you guys love the way we're going with this story. I think soon you guys will find out if you either love or hate it. Hopefully love lol. Anyway, we got some interesting reviews last chapter so I'll just address one for right now.

Fallink99- We know Rollins is a bit of a…pest, but he's actually a big necessity to the story, and at times he'll seem rather useless, but he's not because he's the road block that's going to make Emily and Alison realize they need each other now. They've always wanted each other yeah, but soon you'll see how much they actually need one another.

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