Okay, so I know this has chapter has been waaayy over due, but we finally finished it and now we are posting :) I want to apologize for the extremely long wait you guys, I had a lot going on with school and family problems. Anyway, shout out to y'all who have been waiting patiently for this and haven't decided to fight us lmao. Happy reading!
Philophobia- Fear of love.
"Did you really need to bring that much, Han? It's only for one night." Emily groans at how long it takes Hanna to put her belongings in the back of the brunette's car.
"You never know. Something might happen and I need backup." Hanna replies as she gets in the passenger seat of the car. "And backup for the backup," she finishes with a satisfied nod.
Emily rolls her eyes. She should be used to Hanna bringing her whole closet every time they go somewhere, but it's a bit of an over-kill to bring two suitcases for a one-night stay. It was just a sleepover but, also, she guesses it's long overdue and they all needed to catch up somehow. Admittedly, she's excited yet anxious at the same time because she hasn't seen all of the girls together at once in a bit – much longer than they used to go without getting together. In addition to the slight butterflies of catching up with her best friends, Emily is also weary of the fact that her and Alison need to act strictly platonic.
"What, do you plan on having some kind of accident?" Emily snorts as she starts her car and begins to pull out onto the short highway, finally distracting herself from her thoughts.
Hanna lets out a fake laugh. "Funny. Although… you might if you don't keep yourself together tonight."
"What do you mean?" The brunette questions, carefully keeping her eyes concentrated on the road.
"Well, we are going to Ali's house to have a sleepover with two other people who don't know about you two. Things can… happen." Hanna nods her head as she wiggles her eyebrows up and down.
"You act as if we're going to be all over each other tonight." Emily sighs. She knew the risk she was taking when she said she would be at Alison's tonight, but she also agreed that she would keep herself under control, despite Rollins being far, far away.
"You two are like animals, I swear. I'm gone for like… an hour and you two are hooking up on your couch," Hanna rants. "Which, might I add, was very comfy until I, myself, had seen what transpires on it when I'm not there," she states matter-of-factly, recalling the time she walked in on the two when Emily was supposed to be sick.
"Transpires. That's a good one, Han," Emily retorts with a smirk. "I thought we had the place to ourselves. I didn't know you were coming back to bring soup," Emily attempts to defend herself.
"Either way, Em. I'm just trying to say that you guys aren't exactly out in the open yet and you shouldn't make it that way tonight. That is… unless you plan to have another World War," Hanna assures. Emily knows the blonde is right. One small, lingering glance, or touch, and there's no more secret relationship. Although, she wouldn't mind finally being out in the open – well, at least to their friends.
"I'm just looking out for you, Em," Hanna adds in a caring voice. Emily nods her head in another response. She knows Hanna is only looking out for her and the relationship.
"I know," Emily answers in a low voice as she concentrates back on the road ahead of them, which seems to feel a lot longer than usual.
"Anyway," Hanna abruptly changes the subject. "This sleepover will feel like old times, just with a more grown up vibe," she finishes in an overly-excited voice. Emily chuckles at the description.
"God, it's been forever since we've done something like this. It was like, what? Our senior year?" Emily questions with a look of disbelief. It's been that long?
"Mm, something like that. Back when we were all fawning over boys… and girls," Hanna quickly adds as she continues looking out the window. "To know that this little crush that our baby Emily had during high school would've turned into more years later. Now that's love," she adds in a squeaky voice while she pinches the brunette's cheek who, in turn, slaps her hand away.
"Get your dirty hands away from my face." Emily giggles while slapping at Hanna.
"But if it were Alison you'd be all 'Oh god, Ali, keep doing that.'" Hanna moans, earning another slap from the girl next to her.
"Ouch!" She yelps as Emily returns her slapping hand back to the steering wheel.
"Em, I was being serious before. If you want to pull this off, you're going to have to keep your hands to yourself." Hanna returns her tone back to that of being serious which, for some reason, makes Emily laugh.
"Yet it took you this long to figure it out." Emily rolls her eyes before laughing again.
"Hey, I knew beforehand that there was something going on so, thank you, Einstein." Hanna has a serious look on her face that makes Emily giggle again. She knew it would be difficult to keep her hands to herself but in some odd way, Hanna was right: this could all explode in a matter of seconds with just one wrong move.
"Look, I promise I won't get too caught up in her, but you have to promise that you won't tease her, Hanna. I mean it," Emily says sternly.
"Fine, I won't," she pouts. "...But you didn't say anything about teasing you." A devilish smirk plays across her face as Emily shakes her head. Why did I agree to this? It's Emily's turn to give her a serious look, in hopes that maybe both of them will be mature tonight.
"We haven't figured out a way to tell the others yet so please just chill out for tonight," Emily instructs. Hanna pouts again before promising that she would keep it to a bare minimum on the teasing – well, for Alison.
"This is going to be a great night. I can already feel it!" Hanna claps her hands together, shining a childish smile as she looks out the window again. To be honest, Emily is just as excited – if not more – for the night ahead, only if it goes according to plan.
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They finally make it to the DiLaurentis house after what felt like ages; Emily still isn't quite sure if it was because of Hanna's lecture or if the roads somehow grew. Inside the house, all of the living room's lights are on and shining through the windows as they park in the driveway. Before Emily can completely stop the car, Hanna is already out and bouncing her way up the porch steps, knocking on the front door. Emily sighs to herself – this will either turn out to be a good night or end on a bad note. Emily looks up to see Hanna beckoning her to hurry up and join her. She lets out an elongated sigh again, hoping none of them screw the entire night up. The brunette finally exits her car, grabbing her small overnight bag from the backseat and placing it over her arm before she closes the door and locks the car.
"Jeez, Em. Took you long enough," Hanna remarks as Emily walks up the porch steps, shooting the other girl a glare.
"Shut up and knock." She rolls her eyes, shaking her head with a small grin.
"I got it," A voice from inside shouts as they patiently wait for the door to be opened. The knob slowly turns before the door is swung completely open, revealing a stunning blonde.
"Hello," she greets. Her eyes go from Hanna's to Emily's, lingering just enough for Hanna to clear her throat. Alison steps aside, allowing Hanna to enter the house first. Emily continues to stand there, admiring Alison for a bit longer. In return, she notices Alison eyeing her figure up and down before gently taking her bottom lip into her mouth. What was it that Hanna said about keeping her hands to herself?
"Hi," she breathlessly whispers after a few more seconds, continuing to take in Emily's appearance before snaking her eyes back up to meet brown.
"Hi," Emily whispers in return, matching Alison's grin. All she wants to do is lean in for a kiss and tell her how beautiful she looks tonight. Her mind finally starts to process Alison's outfit which consists of a black sweater accompanied by a pair of white, distressed jeans and no shoes. Emily's eyes wander up and down her body. Perfect.
"Enjoying the view?" The blonde purrs before stepping aside and allowing the brunette to enter. Emily snickers before stepping in through the doorway and into the house. The fresh scent of baked cookies hits her and she feels content. Emily begins to follow the smell but feels a small hand grab her forearm. She turns around to see Alison motioning her towards the staircase.
"We have to go in there with the others." Emily smirks as she watches Alison's eyes flicker back and forth between her eyes and lips. Self-control is definitely out the window right now.
"I didn't get to properly greet you," she coos in a low voice. The blonde peers over Emily's shoulder into the living room to make sure nobody is there before she leans in to place a kiss on the brunette's lips. But, before she can even blink, Spencer is asking her a question as she walks into the living room.
"Ali, you don't have any– oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?" Spencer changes her question as she looks over to see Emily and Alison causally standing by the staircase.
"No, not at all. I was just asking if she brought any wine," Alison lies.
Spencer looks towards the brunette who is standing with a tight-lipped smile. "Wine would actually be really good right now," she groans. Emily chuckles before nervously shrugging. Good going, Ali.
"Sorry, I didn't bring any with me," Emily apologizes. Out of all the lies in the world, that's what she came up with?
"No, no, Em. Don't apologize. I'm sure Hanna brought something. If there's anyone we can depend on for drinks, it's Hanna." Spencer chuckles as she slowly shakes her head. The other two join in on the laughter but soon it becomes awkward. This is going great so far. Not.
"Wow, I totally forgot what I originally came in to tell you, so, we'll be in the kitchen." Spencer offers both girls a small smile before turning around and walking back towards the kitchen.
"Now," Alison drawls, "Where were we?" The blonde smiles before closing the distance between her and Emily. The brunette takes the lead and snakes a hand behind Alison's head, cradling her neck as she deepens the kiss. Her thumb lightly skims over her jawline as she feels Alison tugging at her bottom lip. A small moan escapes Alison's mouth and into Emily's, who reciprocates the noise. They get lost in the kiss, considering how long they hadn't been around each other. With all the time they've spent apart this week, it's even more difficult to keep themselves under control. The blonde so dearly wants to say 'Forget the sleepover, I want you,' and drag her girlfriend up the stairs as she sheds off the clothes she's wearing, and–
"Ahem! Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A voice speaks out from behind Emily who, at some unknown point, had backed Alison into the wall. Emily pulls away to see Hanna with her arms crossed, impatiently tapping her foot. They're in for it – already.
"If I hadn't walked in when I did, both of you would be hearing shit from Spencer who, might I add, was about to check up on you two, by the way. But I, being the great friend that I am, decided that she should tend to the cookies as I go see what's taking you two so damn long," Hanna ends with a pointed look towards both of them. Emily wipes her lips nervously. What would have happened if Spencer walked in again? They would have been in hot water, that's for sure.
"And you," she looks Emily square in the eyes, "I specifically told you to keep it together tonight or we would have another World War on our hands and, judging by your carelessness, you want one!" She exaggeratedly widens her eyes, slapping her hips as well. Hanna's right, really. Too much of Alison and she'll end up looking like a homewrecker in Spencer's eyes.
"I'm so–" Wait, why is she apologizing to Hanna? "It won't happen again, okay?"
"It better not because I may not be here to save your ass again," Hanna points a finger at Emily. "Now, there are cookies that need to be eaten," she finishes another lecture as she turns around to walk back towards the other girls in the kitchen.
"She's acting like a mother," Alison suddenly notes aloud with a slightly-joking scowl.
Emily lightly laughs. "You didn't have to listen to her on the way over here."
Alison chuckles as she turns back to look at Emily. "Awe, poor baby," she mockingly grips the brunette's chin, rubbing her thumb over the area. "Maybe later you can listen to me instead." She smirks when Emily's full attention is on her.
"Now, come on. Let's go join the others." Alison pulls on Emily's wrist in order to get her to move – clearly she's too dazed to walk on her own.
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"Hey, Em. Glad you could make it," Aria happily greets the taller brunette as she gives her a tight hug. Emily smiles – she misses how often they used to hangout in their teenaged years. Aria releases her, giving a soft smile before backing away and focusing on what she was doing beforehand. Spencer smiles at her as well, reaching over and giving her a hug. Seeing everyone together again made her a tad bit emotional, but she holds it in.
"I'm happy you decided to join us," Spencer says with a big grin on her face.
"We would've gotten here earlier but Em had to doll herself up for Alison." Hanna smiles before both parts of the couple give her a look of fright, which makes Hanna mentally slap herself. "Alison's house," she corrects. "You know, Emily loves getting all done up for nice houses. It's her secret fetish." She whispers the last part as Emily looks on in horror. Everyone in the room looks at the babbling blonde in a mix of confusion, surprise, and disbelief before laughing at… well, something. This is going to be a horrible night.
"Um, anyway," Aria finishes laughing and clears her throat, "The cookies are done." Spencer and Aria slide the cookies off of the pan while Alison goes into her pantry to get paper towels. They all separate to different parts of the kitchen; Emily still standing around in embarrassment. Hanna meets Emily's eyes by accident and the brunette gives the girl her best 'Are you serious?' face. The other girl widens her eyes and throws her hands out as if to say 'Yikes! My bad!'. The brunette rolls her eyes before she follows Alison to the pantry.
"Do you need any help?" She asks. Alison twists around and offers a small smile, shaking her head before turning back around to continue looking for the paper towels.
"Maybe you're just looking in all the wrong places." Emily chuckles as she reaches above Alison's head and grabs the roll off of the shelf. Alison turns around again to see a childish smirk on Emily's face, one that she wants to kiss so bad but she has to learn some self-control – at least one of them needs to learn some self-control.
"Thank you, Ms. Fields." Alison purses her lips. There's that feeling again and Emily is still standing so close – so tantalizingly close with those shorts that always kill Alison. The same shorts that show off her long, tan, toned legs. Self-control, right.
"I think someone is going to have a hard time keeping their hands to their self," Emily whispers tauntingly.
"I think," she leans up and whispers into the brunette's ear, "Someone is going to have a hard time keeping their desires and wants to their self." Her hand trickles up Emily's torso and to the side of her face. Emily's breath hitches as the touch.
"Em, Ali. Did you find some paper towels?" Spencer's voice sounds from the kitchen. Alison smirks, glad she left Emily speechless yet again. She takes the roll from the swimmer's hands and proceeds to go back into the kitchen, abandoning a frustrated Emily in the pantry.
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"I come bearing drinks," Hanna's sing-song voice comes from the living room as the front door slams shut. She enters wielding both suitcases which were most likely full of assorted bottles of liquor instead of clothes.
"Wow, it's like Santa came early this year," Spencer grins as she helps Hanna set the bottles on the kitchen island.
"Oh, Absolut!" Aria excitedly hums as she picks up a bottle of the raspberry flavored vodka.
"Thank god someone brought the whole liquor store," Spencer chuckles wryly, placing her hand on Hanna who has a proud beaming smile on her face.
"I'm glad you did, Han. We don't do this often and it's good to let loose and have a little fun sometimes," the short brunette smiles. "Or a lot of fun," she finishes as she stares at the rest of the drinks.
"Well, while I mix some drinks, you two should go get the living room ready. Who knows what will happen tonight." Hanna's eyes drift off to the couple that's lost in their own conversation. Emily is trying to open something for Alison while the blonde places her hand on the brunette's shoulder, laughing that – what Hanna guesses – Emily can't open it. And to think that she thought they would actually listen to her. Tsk, tsk.
"Remember... make it strong for me, Han. I'm little but not weak." Aria chuckles before grabbing Spencer's arm and exiting the kitchen. Hanna smiles, her mind elsewhere than on the drinks. Why doesn't anyone listen to her?
Meanwhile, Alison is carefully watching Emily. She wants to make sure that tonight isn't too much for the brunette when it comes to her past. With all the alcohol that's around, it might set her back and that's the last thing Alison wants.
"Hey, do you think you'll be okay tonight?" Alison quietly whispers, as she doesn't want to bring much attention to their conversation. Emily looks at her puzzled. Why would she ask that? Unless she's referring to Hanna...
Alison looks towards Hanna who seems to be doing science projects with the various alcohols. Eventually, she looks back at Emily who now understands her concern.
"I'll be fine, Ali. I promise," Emily assures, gently taking Alison's hand in her own before releasing it.
"It's just… all these drink. I don't want you struggling," Alison worries. "I just want you comfortable." Emily gives her a reassuring and understanding smile.
"I wouldn't have come if I knew I would have a problem. I can handle it with people around. It's just when I'm alone and have a lot on my mind that I don't trust myself completely." Emily shifts on her feet as she continues to attempt to open a bottle of champagne for Alison.
"I just don't want you relapsing, Em. The possibility worries me," Alison continues. Her nerves are on edge and, even though she believes Emily, she still doesn't want to take a chance of the brunette falling back into the place that she was in a long time ago.
"Alison, please," Emily looks at her while she speaks quietly. "You have to trust me on this. I'm much stronger than I was before. I'll admit, I did struggle before I left to go visit my mom, but that's in the past now along with all of the other times." She assures Alison, who looks caught off guard by the new information.
"Em, why didn't you tell me? I would've helped you." Alison feels a pang of hurt in her chest but remembers that it's in the past, just like Emily said.
"I needed to learn to get through it by myself. I can't depend on other people forever." Emily gives her a tight-lipped smile. Alison casts her gaze to the floor – the conversation topic reminding her of everything that's happened before this point.
"Hey, look at me," Emily lifts the other girl's chin with her pointer finger. "Everything is okay now. You don't need to worry about me, okay?" Emily offers a small smile, hoping Alison will return the expression. And she does.
Across the kitchen, while she's mixing up their drinks, Hanna observes the couple. Her heart melts from seeing the love between them. She can see how fast Emily is changing Alison – the girl formerly dubbed a cold-hearted queen bee – and she sees Alison changing Emily just the same. They're perfect for each other, and no one can break that. Even Hanna has to admit it, after everything.
"I'm proud of you," Alison whispers into the brunette's ear. The brunette smiles, lightly pressing a quick kiss to the blonde's cheek who, in turn, smiles.
"I'll be in the living room with Spencer and Aria if you need me, beautiful." Emily smiles again before turning around and heading out of the kitchen towards the adjacent room. Alison looks up to find the other blonde still mixing drinks and decides she'll make some sort of snacks for the night. After all, a night of drinking on an empty stomach is never a good idea and she doesn't want to spend the next morning lugging buckets around for everybody. The blonde hostess heads over to her fridge, grabbing a package of cheese. Next, she glides over to the pantry and grabs a box of crackers, deciding to pair the two items together. How original, Alison thinks. She grabs a knife from the wooden block and heads back over to the island, standing across from Hanna. She carefully begins to slice the cheese into small pieces so they're able to fit on the crackers.
Hanna watches her as she mixes together the last drink; she takes in the other blonde's appearance, noticing that she has a bit of stress written across her body. She knew how hard Alison worked to put this party together, especially since she and Emily would be around Spencer and Aria who still weren't aware of the relationship.
"Hanna?" Alison nervously voices the other girl's name. Hanna meets Alison's eyes, humming for her to continue. Alison starts to say something before shutting her mouth abruptly. Confused, Hanna looks at her awkwardly before she begins again.
"I just want to apologize for the time I stormed over to your house when Emily left. I know it was stupid of me to just bombard you with all of the emotions that I had held inside. I never unload everything, especially something like that, on someone. It's just– I just needed someone to at least listen to me. It's difficult to not go back to my old ways when it feels like karma just keeps coming back around to bite me. Again and again." Alison finishes, setting her knife down on the cutting board. A weight felt like it was lifted off of her shoulders after the apology.
"I'm sorr–" she attempts to say before Hanna interrupts.
"Ali, you don't have to apologize. I get it. Sometimes you just need to spill your feelings when it feels like you're becoming too overwhelmed," Hanna pauses as she maneuvers around the island and sets a reassuring hand on the other blonde's shoulder. "I'm always here if you need to talk. About Emily, life, anything. I'm here for you. The same as Emily. I'll try to be neutral about everything, really. You have my support." Hanna glides her thumb back and forth along Alison's shoulder, showing that she's really there and that she cares. Alison sniffles a bit before nodding and offering the other blonde a kind smile before grabbing the plate filled with cheese and crackers. Hanna grabs the tray of drinks and follows Alison into the other room.
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"Seriously, Aria? Oh my God!" Hanna exclaims as she slaps the tiny brunette hard on the shoulder, earning a grunt.
"Look at little Ms. Hemingway, getting yet another piece published. I think this deserves a little celebration." Spencer fists her glass in the air, trying to be careful, though Alison doesn't really care anyway. The others follow in the gesture, cheering to Aria's accomplishment – yet again.
"Guys, c'mon, it's just another thing for the school. Hollis asked me to write another book for the campus library there. It's not like it's for the entire world to read." Aria blushes in sheer shyness.
"Please. I bet the whole world is dying to read your books. How many is that now? Two? Three?" Hanna brushes off Aria's shyness while she counts to herself.
"Four." The others say in unison.
Hanna sits silent yet stunned by everyone replying at the same exact time before mumbling, "I was about to say four."
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"Wait!" Hanna yells out of nowhere – completely nowhere. Everyone looks towards her following the sudden outburst with a snicker coming from Emily who is extremely used to it.
"May I ask what that was for?" Spencer breathes out with a confused look on her face. Hanna stands up, pulling Emily along with her.
"We should dance!" Hanna excitedly yells as she trips over the corner of the sofa, skipping to reach the stereo. Before anyone can turn down the idea – especially Emily who is seemingly going to be Hanna's dance partner – Hanna plugs her phone into the stereo.
"Get ready," she says to herself more than anyone else. There's a loud pop coming from the speakers before an elongated "Oh" plays out. Emily shakes her head as she laughs. This is going to be a long night.
"Rah rah, ah-ah-ah! Ro mah, ro-mah-mah! Ga ga, ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance." Hanna starts to sing "Bad Romance" as she attempts – for whatever reason – to dance like a robot. The blonde reaches her hand out for Emily's but the brunette folds her arms across her chest as she tries not to burst into a fit of laughter.
"Em, come on. This is our song!" She yells in one final attempt to grab Emily's arm but the swimmer simply shakes her head and holds still, stifling a laugh.
Meanwhile, the others look on, alternating between laughing and telling Emily to dance with Hanna.
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"You know what would be fun?" Aria looks at each person in the room who waits for the proposal, though they don't get one.
"What would be fun?" Spencer clears her throat before sitting forward, giving Aria her full attention.
"A game of truth or dare!" She smiles wide. Everyone looks at her with an amazed expression. Usually, Hanna is the one breaking out the suggestion of truth or dare; never anyone else. Tipsiness setting in, no one rejects the idea, so they begin.
"Okay, who's first?" Alison looks around the room. Hanna raises her head up.
"Emily!" She yells, causing the brunette to look in her direction.
"Truth or dare?" Hanna wiggles her eyebrows up and down. Truth or dare? If she chooses dare and Hanna is the one asking, it could get insane pretty quick. On the other hand, truth doesn't sound as bad, but Hanna could still throw something outrageous at her.
"Truth," she answers. Hanna's smirk widens in pleasure.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"
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"Dare," Alison states in a hard tone. As the game had progressed, it became more competitive as in who could bring out the truth and who would be brave enough to stand their ground and take a dare.
"I dare you to kiss E– your feet!" Hanna hollers the last part as the slip went unnoticed by Spencer and Aria but, judging by Emily and Alison's faces, they noticed. Alison recovers quickly and brings both feet to her lips, placing quick kisses to both at once.
"Wow, Ali. I never knew how flexible you were," Hanna shoots the proud blonde a fake smile.
"Oh, you'd be surprised how flexible I am," comes the reply.
Emily ends up spitting her drink out due to Alison's comeback.
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"Okay, last one. Hanna! Truth or dare?" Aria questions in a bubbly voice. She had been the one to get a little more intoxicated than the others – and more quickly, at that.
"Truth." Hanna smiles devilishly.
"I'll ask this one, if you don't mind, Ar." Alison places her hand on Aria's thigh. Aria nods as she takes another sip of her drink which was almost empty – same as the two beside her.
"So, Hanna. Where was the craziest place that you've had sex?" Alison puckers her lips as she sits back in her seat. Hanna shoots the blonde a glare before the others become more interested in her answer.
"You know, for someone who seems to love sex, we never hear stories. It's just talk, isn't it?" Emily cocks her head to the side as Hanna contemplates answering truthfully or not.
"Actually, Emily, do you really want to know where the craziest place I've had sex was?" She challenges the brunette in a stare down.
"Go ahead, tell us." The brunette smirks wider, thinking she's finally shut the blonde up.
Hanna looks around the room, stopping at everyone who's staring at her with wide eyes. She clears her throat before speaking.
"Well, since you asked for it," Hanna pauses before inhaling deeply. "The craziest place Caleb and I have done it is in the backseat of a cab," she finishes with a smug expression.
"What?!"
"How the–?"
"Was it any good?"
"Why did I even ask?"
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"So, Emily, is there anyone special in your life right now?" Aria asks after the game of truth or dare had subsided. Everyone had tried to outdo each other with a dare and it eventually got out of hand.
"Well, let's see… There's you guys, my family, and a few of my friends I went to school with. So, yeah, there are plenty of special people in my life," Emily sums up with a chuckle. Everyone in the room bursts out in a wave of giggling except for one person: Alison. She sits back, watching and waiting to see how Emily will handle this question. She's also curious, after all.
"No, really, Em. Is there?" Aria slaps her leg as she tries to get the truth from Emily. The brunette has been rather silent about her love life lately and Aria swears to herself that she will get to the bottom of it.
"Well…" She drawls. "There may be someone, but you guys will be the first to know, I promise." Emily keeps her eyes locked with Aria's as she responds to the question, not daring to make eye contact with the blonde she's so helplessly in love with.
"Oh, so there is someone. Tell us about her." Aria props her head onto one of her hands as she leans in closer to Emily who sits in a chair on the other side of the coffee table.
"Look, I don't wanna jinx anything. I don't even know where this thing we have is going to lead to. I just hope everything works out in the end because I have never been this happy with anyone else…" she continues, "And just being in their presence makes me feel things that I've never really experienced with someone else." Emily softly explains her love for Alison without using her name, never once letting her own eyes stray to those blue ones.
"Sounds like someone's in love," Aria smiles. "We'll be here for you, Em, always. You know that. I'd love to meet whoever this girl is, one day," she finishes with a sip of her wine.
"Something like that." Emily blushes deeply, as she's never really admitted those exact words to Alison, but she knows for sure that she might actually be ready to profess that love. She knows that Alison has to feel the same kind of bond between them.
"I can always count on you guys," she finishes with a smile. There's a short silence between the girls as they all sip their drinks. On one side of the room, Hanna is smiling wide and proud at Emily secretly confessing her feelings for Alison. On another side, Spencer is happy that Emily has found someone who cares for her deeply. Then, still across from Emily, Aria is happy just to be in a room with all of her friends, and for Emily who has seem to have found someone that reciprocates the same amount of love she puts into the relationship. Last but not least, there's Alison who is sitting quietly as she sips on her pink drink that Hanna had – iconically and a bit ironically – made for her before the party even really started.
"So, Spencer. Who was that hottie leaving your house the other day? It definitely wasn't Mr. Hastings." Hanna sits forward, taking her straw into her mouth and sipping her drink more.
"Please never use 'hottie' and my father's name in the same sentence ever again." Spencer groans with a look of disgust covering her face.
"Actually, come to think of it, I have noticed a black car over there quite often," Alison finally speaks just to rile the girls up.
Spencer rolls her eyes. "Not you too," she groans. "If I must answer… there may be a few more black car spotting's before you all get to meet this new..." Spencer eyes Hanna as she finishes, "...hottie." She lets go of the frustrated attitude from before and replaces it with a big, cheesing grin, earning a round of clapping from Hanna. The other girls laugh at her sudden happiness with a new guy and Hanna's reaction to Spencer using the word "hottie."
"Since everyone is finding their new love buddies, Ali, what about you? What's going on with you and Rollins?" Aria smiles as she places her hand on the blonde's thigh. Alison is silent at first, not knowing what to say, and she notices Spencer's face harden as they make eye contact. There's an awkward silence while she tries to come up with something to say. Her face twists up before returning to normal.
"It's complicated. I just don't think I'm happy with him anymore. We tried counseling but that seemed to just make it worse than it originally was," Alison finishes as she avoids everyone's gazes. The combination of talking about Elliot and the uncomfortable atmosphere that replaced the bright one from before was taking a toll on her and making her cringe.
"We're running low on drinks so I'll go make more," Alison smiles as she stands up and takes the two pitchers off of the coffee table before heading towards the kitchen. Emily debates on staying seated or following, but she decides to let the blonde have her space for once.
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Alison stands at the island in her kitchen as she mixes up a tray of drinks. She decides to make them stronger than Hanna had previously, as she wants tonight to end on a good note. A few strong drinks in everyone's system and not a care in the world. As she looks across the kitchen, she sees the teapot that sits on top of the stove and her mind flashes back to a few hours prior to their get-together.
"Do you want sugar or honey?" Alison questions as she holds the two ingredients in front of her. Spencer carefully chooses the small bottle of honey and begins to pour the thick substance into her mug of steaming hot tea.
"I'm surprised you didn't want coffee," Alison chuckles.
Spencer grins as she looks at her mug. "I had a cup an hour ago."
Alison's eyebrows raise at the confession. "I see you're cutting down," she teases.
Spencer makes a face at the blonde before she begins to speak again. "So... you never told me what was so urgent that I had to come over earlier than the others. Do you need help setting up or something?" She inquires over the rim of her hot tea. Alison rocks back and forth on her feet. She's nervous about how the brainy brunette is going to react when she hears what's been going on in Alison's mind.
"It's kind of private. I didn't want the others to know about… it… until the time is right." Alison shakily smiles as the guilt of what she's about to say eats away at her.
"Ali, if you're in trouble-"
"I'm not in trouble, Spence. It's just… hard to tell you what I'm about to say. You might not even look at me the same way." Alison lets her eyes drift off to the cold floor. Spencer tenses up as she prepares herself for whatever the blonde is about to say. After everything, she automatically fears the worst and if Alison said it was an emergency then something has to be wrong - terribly wrong.
"Me and Elliot… we need help. Well, I need help. With legal things." Alison carefully chooses her words as she watches Spencer's facial expression harden into that of a mother's.
"Let me clear the air here. You're not pregnant, are you?" Spencer asks in disbelief. Alison almost laughs at the brunette's question. That's definitely not what this is about. But why would it matter, anyway?
In the time that it takes for Alison's mind to wander for a split second, Spencer is almost in a full-blown rant. "Alison, you just got into teaching not too long ago. Are you really going -"
"No, there's definitely no baby involved with what I need to ask you." Alison cuts her off with a chuckle to help lighten Spencer's mood - which seems to work. She watches Spencer's shoulders relax as she recovers from her initial thought.
"Well, what's wrong then?" Spencer finally asks. It's Alison's turn to tense up at the pressure of her words. It's four words, Alison, come on. Just say it.
Here it goes.
"I need a divorce." As soon as the words leave her mouth, she's spiraling down a pipe full of twists and turns just by seeing the look on Spencer's face.
"Where is this coming from?" Spencer asks, voice laced with exasperation. "What do you mean you need a divorce, Alison? I thought you and Elliot were doing good ever since you finished counseling." Spencer places her hands on both sides of her head as she starts to pace back and forth in the middle of the kitchen. Meanwhile, Alison stands still as she watches one of her best friends fear for her.
"I've always been quite the actor, haven't I?" She doesn't mean to smile, but a smirk plays out across her lips. Spencer just looks at her horrified.
"Ali, you do realize that I can't help you with this, right? I mean… I haven't even graduated law school yet. I can- I can refer you to someone but- I can't… why is this even happening? What's your reasoning?" Spencer abruptly stops her pacing and faces Alison who stands in the same spot as she had previously. The blonde takes a deep breath as Spencer sits down at the island and presses her head deep into her folded arms.
"I just don't love him anymore," she quietly whispers as a few tears roll down her face. Spencer looks up with her mouth agape as she takes in the other girl's appearance. She looks visibly done; done with her marriage, done with the way she's living, done with her life, done with everything.
"I can refer you to my father. He specializes in family issues now." As Spencer shakes her head as she stands up, Alison watches her every move and tries to decipher what she's feeling. She knew that the brunette had become accustomed to Elliot; she's even hung out with him quite often, really. They hit it off almost immediately when Alison had introduced them to each other. Spencer had that sisterly vibe going about her; the one that shouted, "Hurt her and you'll have me to deal with." Elliot respected the bond between her and Spencer. After all, she was basically all Alison had before Emily eventually came back. Emily. What is Emily going to think of her decision?
"That'll work," she says quietly. "Thank you, Spence. You don't know how much I appreciate this." Alison moves from her spot to embrace the brunette who is still in shock.
"Yeah… of course," she answers monotonously. Alison pulls away, resting her hands on Spencer's shoulders as she looks at her once again.
"Do you know how long it will take to be finalized?" Alison takes a deep breath to hold back any remaining tears. It shouldn't be that long, should it?
"It can range from three to four months, depending on your lawyer. But, also, I've heard of times where it's taken a year or so. It depends on a lot, really," Spencer replies as she makes a few calculations.
"What?! I can't wait that long, Spencer. That's a long ass time." Alison is the one that begins to pace now.
"If you decide to use my dad, he might be able to speed the process up. As much as he can, at least. But like I said… that's only a chance, Alison. Even the best lawyer couldn't knock it down halfway. There's a certain amount of days you have to wait before the judge signs the decree for a termination of the marriage. Then there are variables like shared belongings and the estate which shouldn't be exactly tough since it was your family's house. You have to talk to him. I can help as much as I can, but you need an actual lawyer." Spencer sounds as if all emotion has left her voice - as if she isn't capable of feeling any sort of remorse or pity.
"I'll give Mr. Hastings a call tomorrow." Alison purses her lips.
In that short amount of time, she came clean. That was only, what? Seven hours ago? Shorter? She looks at the clock to see that it's now around twelve-thirty in the morning. Overall, Alison is glad that Spencer had suggested using her father, but she hated the thought that Spencer might have a problem with the divorce since she had befriended Elliot as well; she hated the thought that Spencer might feel as though she's making her take sides. It isn't like that. Alison shakes her head as she finishes up mixing the last drink.
"Hey," Aria murmurs as she steps into the room. Alison hadn't noticed that Aria had been standing in the doorway for a few seconds prior to speaking. She had been silently observing the blonde as she was absorbed in her own thoughts.
"Hi," Alison responds in a meek voice. Aria stands at the opposite side of the island and looks at Alison.
"Ali, I know that we hardly ever have the time to talk anymore… and if we do, it's rare, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you no matter what," she says quietly and sincerely. "I always have been and I always will be. Whether it's three in the morning and you can't sleep or when you're stressing during your lunch break. Just know that I'm here." Aria finishes with a soft smile as she reaches across the island and grasps the blonde's hand delicately, showing her support. Alison feels her eyes well up with tears at her smaller friend's sincerity. Aria has always been the most caring friend out of their group and it kills Alison to know that she has to keep this big secret about Emily from her, the one who has always found romance in the most unlikely places. In some way, she thinks that Aria could help sort out her problems and feelings dealing with her marriage and Emily, but that would mean that she has to tell her what's been going on. That's a heavy thought. Telling Aria would mean that one more person would know about her and Emily. That's one less person to hide from and, who knows, maybe Aria would even find the romance in this mess of a situation.
"Thank you." She reaches her other hand over the counter top and holds Aria's hand between her own. The writer smiles at her before she turns to walk back towards the others.
"Actually, Aria… are you free tomorrow?" Alison steadily asks before the other girl is out of earshot.
"Unless we end up with a hungover party, then yes, I'm free." She chuckles.
"Good, um, how about we go out for lunch tomorrow? Just you and me." Alison slowly suggests, deciding that tomorrow would be the day that she tells Aria about her relationship with Emily.
"Yeah, that sounds great." Aria nods her head and smiles again before sliding back over to Alison in order to help bring the tray of drinks back to the other girls.
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After the last few drinks that Alison had made were finally gone, everyone had passed out - aside for Emily and Alison. Nobody was completely wasted, however they were a bit further than tipsy. By the time that everyone else had curled into little balls in their claimed spots and fell asleep, both Emily and Alison had lost their state of tipsiness and were now in a much softer type of buzzed.
Emily gazes into Alison's eyes, sharing an unspoken conversation, showing that they were both drowsy and close enough to falling asleep, but they just couldn't because neither of them wanted to fall into slumber before the other. Alison relaxes further into the sofa beside Aria who had decided to use Alison's lap to prop up her legs. She sighs in content as she finally gets more comfortable. The small brunette's legs shift in Alison's lap, her arm slumping to the floor as she lets out a grunt before snoring loudly. A low chuckle erupts from Emily as Alison attempts to shush the sleeping brunette once more.
"So, it really is like old times, huh?" Emily whispers in a voice that's barely audible.
"Yeah, but with a lot more alcohol," Alison remarks, causing both of them to laugh, disturbing the silence. They sit still, admiring each other in the darkness of the room with a small amount of help from the moonlight casting through the thin curtains. After a few more moments of silence, Alison carefully removes Aria's legs from her lap and makes her way over to the awake brunette who sits across the room.
"What are you doing?" Emily asks quieter than before, nearly mouthing the sentence without her voice. Alison extends her hand out to the trainer who stares at it with a curious expression.
"Come," she mutters before Emily stands up, takes her hand, and follows her towards the stairs. As they carefully make their way up the staircase, the two try to be as silent as possible, however the creaking noises coming from under their feet say differently. After reaching the landing, they slowly make it to the hallway where they're able to walk normally. Soon, they stop at a door; one that exists across the hall from the blonde's old room. Alison gives Emily a reassuring smile before she twists the doorknob and opens the door. The brunette seems hesitant at first; she wants to go back downstairs and sleep amongst the others, but she's also been craving some alone time with Alison and it's been hard with the others around. Alison waves her inside as she stands in the room alone, waiting for the other girl. Emily shifts on her feet before she finally gives in and enters. As much as she despises Rollins, she hates it even more to be in his room with Alison; it's just awkward. The door behind her slowly shuts as Alison tries to make little to no noise. Emily stands quietly, not moving since she initially entered. The thought of touching anything that Rollins has ever put his hands on - or even touched Alison on - made her stomach churn. What an ironic thought to have. She could almost laugh at herself.
A pair of dainty hands reach around Emily's waist from behind, hugging her body, followed by Alison resting her chin on the brunette's shoulder. They slowly sway back and forth; the thought of Rollins ever being in this room gradually leaving her mind as she gets more and more lost in her girlfriend's touch. But it's not enough.
"Ali, we probably should get back to the others and go to sleep," Emily whispers, but her sentence is cut short as she feels Alison slowly placing kisses down her neck.
"But I thought we would be more comfortable in my bed," she says in a tone that sounds more like a statement than a suggestion. There's an almost audible silence coming from Emily as she's deeply absorbed in her thoughts. As much as she adores Alison, she just doesn't see herself being able to lay down with her in their bed.
Soon enough, she lets out an elongated sigh before turning around to face her girlfriend. "Ali, I'm sorry… but I really don't want to sleep in this bed." Alison reaches down and gently grabs both of Emily's hands in response, giving her a sympathetic smile while she plays with her lover's fingers.
"I understand how weird this may feel for you, Em. I won't make you stay in here," Alison says with a sad smile before continuing, "But every time I've slept in this bed, I've only dreamed of it being with you." She leans over and places a kiss to Emily's cheek. In Alison's mind, she's almost free and she'll be able to share more than just a bed with Emily.
The brunette is still hesitant about everything as she looks around. Within a few seconds, she forces herself to think more optimistically. Truthfully, she's missed sleeping next to Alison, and maybe if she just focuses on actually sleeping rather than what she's going to be sleeping on, then perhaps it won't bother her as much. Alison watches the thoughts run through Emily's head, as if she can see her figuring out what she wants to do.
Alison carefully leans in, closely watching Emily as she got closer. The trainer just stands there, like she's glued to the floor; she's torn between meeting Alison halfway or marching back downstairs to sleep. She was always the type to play by the rules but, maybe this time, she'll break them. After all, this is Alison, and the things she could make her do were ungodly. She shuts her eyes as she catches Alison's lips in a short kiss before slightly pulling back. They gently press their foreheads together, sharing each other's breath before leaning back in for another kiss. Emily slips one of her hands around Alison's back whilst the other grips onto her hip. The blonde moans into her mouth, sending vibrations all throughout both of their bodies - in all the right places. Before getting lost in Emily any more than she already is, Alison pulls away.
"What do you want right now?" Alison breathlessly questions the other girl. Emily catches her lips in another kiss before she slides both of her hands down and under Alison's backside, swiftly picking her up and backing them towards the bed, never once breaking the kiss. She feels Alison smile at her answer and, now, she's not worried about whose bed she's about to lay in; all that matters is that she's there with Alison - and, in the end, that's all that counts. Emily turns her back to the bed as she sits on the edge with Alison straddling her lap, both hands around Emily's neck as they became tangled in her long, dark hair. The blonde grinds her hips down into Emily's, a motion that makes the brunette's mind go wild and venture into heated places far too quickly. Alison pulls away slowly with Emily's lip caught in between her teeth. She smiles when she hears her lover let out a soft moan. Alison's main objective is to make her girlfriend feel things that she hasn't felt before so, after releasing Emily's lip from between her teeth, the blonde gets off of Emily and stands up, lifting the dazed girl's chin with her finger as they make eye contact.
"Take that off. You're making me hot," Alison commands with seduction laced in her words, making Emily's skin crawl with pleasure. Immediately, she's ripping the denim jacket off of her body and tossing it onto the floor as she obeys Alison's request.
"Good," she murmurs before placing her hand on Emily's chest and gently pushing her down onto the blankets as she climbs atop. Emily licks her lips as Alison slowly grinds her hips against her center, placing just enough pressure to drive her crazier than she already is. As Emily gets lost in the slight rhythm, Alison finds the hem of Emily's black tank top and tantalizingly plays with the bare skin beneath it. A low growl rests in the back of Emily's throat, almost as if she's stalking her prey; almost as if she's about to give Alison more than she's bargained for. As they kiss, Alison continues to shift her hips up and down Emily's midsection, tracing her fingernails lightly down the brunette's taut stomach as she feels the swimmer's muscles clench and flex beneath her touch. Out of all of Emily's many physical attributes, her toned body had to be one of Alison's top favorites. Her strength is definitely a plus in the bedroom because, admittedly, Emily picking her up and doing what she wants is the hottest thing that she's ever seen and experienced. The brunette impatiently shifts her legs that are trapped between Alison's thighs, accompanied by a grunt that escapes her lips; she wants more than just dry humping and intense kisses.
"Someone's impatient," Alison pulls away from Emily's lips and whispers in her ear. The warmth coming off of her words and pouring into her ears makes both of their desire increase by millions. Emily brings one of her hands to the back of Alison's head, just above her neck, pulling her back in for another kiss. However, this kiss is different than the others that they've shared in the past fifteen minutes. This kiss is more heartfelt; more meaningful and desirous rather than the simple pecks and light lip biting they've been sharing. Emily maneuvers her hand over to the blonde's jaw, caressing and smoothing over the area as she slips her tongue past Alison's lips. Their tongues dance together gently before Emily lightly bites on the blonde's tongue who, in turn, moans into her mouth; a moan that Emily swears can make her combust. A sudden wave of dominance takes over Emily as she flips an unexpecting Alison onto her back and climbs on top of her, instantly pressing open-mouthed kisses all over her jawline and earning moans of pleasure from the blonde's mouth. Honestly, Alison didn't understand how much she has actually missed Emily's overall affection until now. Currently, she could fall apart from just one look which she hopes doesn't actually happen because, God, wouldn't that be embarrassing.
Emily takes her time planting small, passionate kisses down the side of Alison's neck, and tastes the blonde's sweltering skin for the first time in what felt like ages. Alison feels Emily slowly work on her neck, fully knowing what she's doing and what she's trying to achieve but she can't stop it and, soon enough, there will be a deep red bruise resting upon her pale skin. Emily snakes a hand down to the crotch of Alison's jeans, rubbing the fabric in circles as she applies more and more pressure to the sensitive spot beneath the denim. The blonde finds herself slightly thrusting her hips into the motion, wanting to feel more of Emily's touch as she attempts to create more friction. Soft moans escape her lips as the motion between her legs increase while Emily continues to suck on her neck. Alison feels herself building up slowly, increasing the arousal forming between her legs as she impatiently tries to create friction that Emily seems to be purposely keeping away. Only Emily could do this to her; only Emily could make her come undone with the simplest gestures and movements in such a short amount of time. While Alison continues tilting her hips upwards, Emily applies more pressure than ever before while taking her lower lip and dragging it up the side of Alison's neck, making the blonde let out a strangled moan.
"Fuck," she mutters under her breath in a half moan-half grunt, after Emily had gently blown cool air over her tender neck. Emily, feeling pleased with the work that she had done, lifts her head up to look into her girlfriend's eyes. She could never come to understand how it was possible for Alison to do the things that she does, manage everything on a timed schedule, somehow make time to fit her and their three friends in for a sleepover, and still come off looking as flawless as ever.
"God, how are you so beautiful?" Emily breathlessly whispers as she admires the blonde's beauty. The girl that lays beneath her looks like a complete goddess; the goddess of beauty, the goddess of charm, the goddess of love. She was Emily's Aphrodite. Alison blushes at the comment as Emily hovers above her, flashing that big, cheesy grin that always made the blonde fall head over heels.
"Would it… be okay if I took this off?" Emily nervously asks. She doesn't know where the sudden shyness came from or why it came in the first place, really. Alison takes the nervous girl's hand in her own as she smiles up at her.
"I'd love it if you did," she responds as she offers the brunette a supporting smile. Emily lowers herself down the blonde's body until her face is parallel to the other girl's torso. She looks up and catches Alison's gaze as she, in turn, intently watches the brunette, silently encouraging her to continue with what she intends to do. Emily's slightly trembling fingers reach for the hem of Alison's sweater and she slowly lifts the material until it rests just below her bra. The cool air trapped inside of the room hits Alison's newly-bare stomach, forming barely visible goosebumps along her skin. Emily's eyes roam the untouched area before looking back up towards Alison's blue eyes. Alison hates to admit it, but she does feel self conscious now that the brunette has pulled her shirt up. Inside, she feels like Emily might be looking at her differently, or she might be ashamed to even touch her. Ever since the last time they had slept together - which was close to two months ago - she feels like her body has changed. When Emily left, she felt like she was at her lowest and, a time or two, she basked in the presence of a tub of ice cream. Other times, she felt as though she didn't get out enough. Suddenly, Alison feels everything coming down on her as Emily's glance bounces back and forth between her torso and her eyes. Emily takes notice to Alison's hesitation and the increasing rapidness of her breathing.
"Are you okay?" She worriedly asks. Alison swallows deeply before nodding her head quickly - too quickly.
"Ali, if you want me to stop -"
"-No, I don't want you to stop. It's just- it's been awhile since we've been like this and… things have… changed," she nervously responds, her voice dropping to a whisper towards the end. Emily finally realizes what Alison is so nervous about: her body; one that she had kissed, caressed, and touched repeatedly. Every single time that they had been intimate, she had shown Alison the importance of herself and how much she had admired it.
Through unspoken words, Emily leans down, pressing open mouthed kisses to the bare skin that Alison was feeling so uneasy about. She feels the blonde tense up as she moves further up, slowly letting her tongue dance across the skin, feeling Alison's muscles clench and tighten as the pleasure started to mask her embarrassment. Emily traces over the middle of the girl's stomach, slowly and teasingly draping her tongue over the smooth area. Reaching her navel, she circles around the area, nipping at the edges with her teeth. Low moans settle in the blonde's throat as Emily continues to worship her skin with her tongue.
"Em," Alison is cut short as her breath hitches in her throat. As Alison's breath becomes more labored, Emily decides to draw a heart with the tip of her tongue. She alternates between speeds while she draws the small shape above Alison's belly button; first she starts off slow before she speeds up to complete the heart. A simple move that, normally, could mean nothing to anyone else meant everything to Alison. The way that Emily took the time to take care of her and the love that was poured into it made the gesture feel like everything Alison had ever craved. Her eyes meet dark brown as she looks down to see Emily peering up at her. The brunette's hands that were once placed on Alison's hips were now on edge of her sweater which laid on top of her chest. Alison swallows deeply as Emily silently asks for permission to finish removing the top altogether. With a little assistance, the brunette manages to get Alison free of the sweater that was concealing her hot skin. Emily lifts herself up to admire the body beneath her, the other girl's top covered by nothing but a black, lacey bra.
"You're so beautiful, Alison," Emily whispers more to herself than anyone before meeting Alison's eyes again, a slight blush coloring her cheeks below.
"Come here," Emily gently states, pulling Alison by her hands until they're sitting upright. She strokes the blonde's hands before giving her a small smile.
"If you want to stop, tell me. Okay?" Emily makes sure she's clear before continuing. She reaches her hands behind Alison's back, grabbing the clasp of the bra and unclipping it in one fluid motion. Emily carefully watches Alison as she pulls each strap down, one at a time, and finally pulling away the fabric. The cool air hits her newly-revealed skin once again, causing chills to run throughout her body. Emily looks at her, almost as if she's ready to pounce on the blonde; every time she had her in this state, Emily would get this fierce, confident look in her eyes. Carefully, Emily shifts onto her hands and knees as she backs Alison down onto the bed in her former position, then crawling on top of her and settling between her legs.
"It's been awhile since we've been like this." Alison strokes the brunette's cheek, a shy smile dancing across her features at the blonde's words. If only she hadn't broke down, they could've been like this weeks ago but, if she didn't have one, would they even be in the same position as they are now? Or would Emily slowly be falling out of love with the woman that she so desperately needed? How would Alison feel if she had never returned to her like she had years ago?
"I've missed you," Emily admits, nuzzling into Alison's touch.
"I've missed you too," she smiles, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's lips. Emily slips her tongue into Alison's mouth, dancing around and sharing the intimacy of it all in just one single kiss. Emily pulls away, planting short, wet kisses down the middle of Alison's chest, lightly grazing her tongue across her porcelain-like skin. Alison's hands make their way to her mermaid's long, dark locks, immediately diving into them as a trail of kisses leads to one of her breasts. Immediately, Emily hears a sharp intake of air from above her as she circles around Alison's nipple with the tip of her tongue. Signs of pure pleasure overtake the blonde's features as she bites on her bottom lip due to Emily's motions. The drawn out period between the last time they had sex and now makes the whole thing feel like a completely new experience. A fuzzy feeling bubbles low in her stomach; one that cries out for more, but she's in heaven right now with Emily working on her chest. Truthfully, she doesn't even think she would be able to process a simple sentence. The flicking of Emily's tongue moving across her breast was causing her libido to skyrocket and the blonde's hips were starting a slow, constant pace of thrusting into Emily's body which was pressed against her. Lightly, Emily bites on the sensitive area, teasingly pulling and sucking. Soft moans erupt from Alison's mouth, leaving Emily somewhat satisfied with her work. On instinct, she brings her hand up to Alison's other breast, rubbing the nub between her fingers and massaging it slowly.
"Fuck," Alison mumbles, arching her back further into Emily's mouth; the other girl's tongue and fingers getting the best of her. The brunette smiles against her chest, which Alison feels, however she's too distracted to be sarcastic. All at once, Emily stops what she's doing and sits up, this time backing up all the way to the foot of the bed.
"We need to get these off of you." There's an unintentional flirtatious tone laced within Emily's words, making Alison feel all sorts of things - more than before. She nods, not trusting her voice to actually answer. Emily slides her hands up to Alison's jeans, undoing her belt buckle and the button that rests beneath. The blonde tries to help her, but Emily gently pushes her hands away as she gets the zipper undone. Slowly, she pulls the jeans down her legs, instantly feeling the warmth radiating off of the blonde's skin followed by the light scent of Alison's need. Emily starts to anticipate tasting Alison for the first time in months and, honestly, she can tell that Alison is anticipating it as well. The cool air hits her already damp panties, eliciting a gasp which comes out far louder than it should have. Emily runs a finger down the center of Alison's core, feeling the wetness against her fingertip. Automatically bucking her hips up in Emily's direction, Alison feels her heart thumping faster than before. After hearing Alison's most previous sound, Emily decides to play a tantalizing game to see how long Alison can last before she's nearly begging to be touched. She keeps a solid face as she catches the blonde's blue eyes, watching Emily as she starts to rub up and down the length of her panties, increasing the pace as she continued on.
"Emily, god," she moans out as her eyes flutter shut. Emily smirks, continuing the motion until Alison's legs start to shake, indicating that she needs more - quickly. The blonde starts to tremble, flexing her hips to meet Emily's touch as she teased her.
"I need- I need you," she breathlessly moans over and over again. Emily continues her ministrations as she crawls back up Alison's body.
"Say it," she whispers in a husky voice.
"Fuck, Em. I can't- I need you, now." Frustration seeps into her tone as she struggles to find any words.
"I don't think I quite understand you, beautiful." Emily continues to play around as she watches Alison suffer under her hand.
"Fuck. Me." She growls as her hands tighten around the back of Emily's head, not being able to stand the teasing much longer.
"Look at me," Emily demands as she lifts Alison's chin with her pointer finger. "You're going to have to be very quiet for me, okay?"
Alison nods her head quickly as she feels Emily lower herself down her lover's body once again. She hooks her fingers around the top of Alison's panties and, in one yank, she pulls them down all the way to her feet, tossing them to the side with every other piece of discarded clothing. Alison's breath hitches as she tries to prepare herself for what's about to happen. Emily licks her lips; she finally understood why Alison wasn't able to put up with any more teasing. She looks back up towards Alison who has her hands resting on her stomach. Such an odd position, she thinks. Taking both of Alison's hands, she sets them on the back of her own head, making sure the other girl knows she has some control over things. Some.
"Keep them there and stay quiet," she commands, turning the blonde on even more - if that was even possible. Alison takes a deep breath again and strokes Emily's scalp while Emily props Alison's thighs onto her shoulders, holding them steady as she moves closer towards her center. The look in her eyes mimics that of an animal stalking their prey, getting closer and closer, moving in for the kill. And, just like that, she pounces.
Alison lets out a loud moan as Emily's tongue explores her sweet center, feeling Alison's wetness coat her tongue. Although trying to take her - torturous - time, Emily swears she could devour her right then and there. Alison shivers in pleasure, the nervousness from beforehand dissipated as the feeling of Emily going down on her washed it all away. Bringing in a finger to replace her mouth, Emily backs away a fraction of an inch and, soon enough, her finger is moving in and out of Alison at a slow yet steady pace. Soft cries echo in the silent room, defying what she had promised Emily, but how could she keep quiet with the brunette inside of her?
Emily looks back up at Alison to see that her eyes are shut, and then decides to quicken her finger's pace. In an instant, a thought pops into her mind; one that'll make Alison cry out her name over and over again. Did she tell Alison that she needs to be quiet? Sure. Is it unfair? Sure. But, anything to please her, right? Licking her lips, Emily leans back in, swiping her tongue up and down her folds, looking for Alison's sweet spot - one that she knows will have the blonde crying out. When Alison jerks back, drawing her legs back and tightening them a bit, she knows that she's found that specific spot. As the brunette continues to alternate between the tip of her tongue and the flat surface of it, Alison reaches above her own head and grabs onto a pillow with one hand, digging her nails into the fabric as her other hand continues to tangle in her mermaid's hair. Hearing this reaction, Emily flicks her tongue back and forth over the girl's clit, gently nipping and sucking. In response, a moan so loud that it could potentially wake up a dead person comes from the girl. Reaching up, Emily presses her hand over the blonde's mouth as she doesn't stop working on her lower half. Fiercely meeting Emily's mouth with her hips, it doesn't take long before the blonde is breathing faster than before, the rise and fall of her chest quickening, and more droplets of sweat appearing on her body. Chanting out Emily's name repeatedly, she starts to tighten around the brunette's fingers. Her hands fly back into Emily's hair, gripping and getting tangled, as Alison feels herself reaching her limit. Emily draws her finger out completely while she continues using her tongue, moving it in new ways.
"Emily, fuck. I can't- fuck!" She loudly moans, however the sound is muffled by Emily's hand that remains covering her mouth. The brunette helps Alison overcome her orgasm, slowly teasing her as she the energy begins to leave her body in steady waves.
"God, Em," she mumbles as her body slowly calms down, though it still feels fuzzy. Emily slightly massages Alison's core with her fingers as she helps the blonde recover.
"So, how was it?" Emily questions with a knowing grin.
Alison rolls her eyes. "Shut up and come here." She pulls Emily's face back up to meet hers in a passionate kiss. Instantly, their tongues meet and Alison moans into Emily's mouth as she tastes herself on the girl's tongue and lips. While they kiss, Emily's brings her hand up to Alison's jaw to stroke her cheek. Alison places her hand over Emily's, moving it to her mouth and tasting herself on Emily's fingers as well. Emily watches, mesmerized by the sight before Alison stops and grins.
"Do you think that you can be quiet for me, now?" Alison whispers as she pushes Emily onto her back and climbs ontop of her.
"Definitely," she - almost - challenges before Alison begins to remove the rest of the brunette's clothing.
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Once the two had settled down - and after many times of Alison trying to keep Emily quiet - they lay in bed as the early hours of the morning began to approach. Emily is still wide awake, reveling in what had just happened, while Alison is on the verge of hibernation.
"Ali, are you still awake?" Emily asks in a low voice, taking notice that the blonde hadn't said a word in nearly ten minutes. There was something that Emily wanted to say that she's been meaning to for awhile now, but she was always nervous.
"Getting there," a muffled voice answers from beside her. She has had plenty of opportunities to say it, but she always became nervous every time it clung onto the tip of her tongue.
"How long have we been dating?" Emily questions.
"For a while now. Why?" Alison raises her head at Emily's question, confused as to why she would bring that up at a time like this.
"I don't know... " She drifts away from the subject. She was so positive that she wanted to tell Alison what's been nagging at her, but maybe she's just too weak to say it; maybe everything that they've been through together has just been some big, cruel joke. How can one even stay with someone for a lifetime? How is it possible to give your all to someone for so long? Is there an expiration date on their relationship? Is that why she's so scared of admitting her deepest feelings to Alison? Too scared to say-
"I love you," she finally says it. Out loud. Surprising herself, she says it and it feels like the world has been lifted off of her shoulders. Alison looks taken aback at first, surprised at the words that had just left Emily's mouth, but her expression softens as she smiles.
"I love you too." Emily feels another part of herself leave as she gives it away to the woman she's so dearly in love with, however ends up receiving a part of that same woman who seems to feel the same way. With that, they share a semi-lengthy kiss before Emily slings her arm over the blonde's body, letting her imagination roam, dreaming of their future. Soon enough, she drifts off to sleep.
Greetings, comrades! I've decided to drop by to say hello to the masses who read the story. Also, I want to say thanks for giving me something to do on most nights. Surprisingly, I usually spend around five hours straight staring at the screen and revising each chapter piece that I'm given. Healthy eye be damned. Anyway, we'll try to write quicker, but bear with us. We have quite a few more chapters planned.
-alcrev (or brightfuture-darkpast on Tumblr)
Okay, so I want to thank everyone for reviewing, following, and favoriting this story. It has been many nights where we stay up to the early hours of the morning writing/revising this story that I hope you all are enjoying. Again, I want to apologize for such a long wait, but hopefully this legnthy update made up for it. Question, how did y'all like finally seeing Emily and Alison doing the do? (Fun fact: It took me three days to write it.) I hope we captured it good because honestly, this was my first time ever writing smut and I was worried I would forget things and good lord it was just a mess :p. Anyway, I just wanna know if you guys enjoyed this update. Tell us what your favorite parts were.
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