A/N: Hey Guys, I hope you like where I'm going with this story. I promise I will be including smut eventually ;) But this will be slow burn Emison. Trust me, it's worth the wait!

Well without any further delay, here's Chapter 2!

Enjoy.

I finally mutter her name, and then I wait.. Wait for Emily to speak. I take a step from behind my desk. Eyes still locked on the chocolate brown orbs I used to love so much. Or maybe still love. Maybe never stopped. But I cant help but feel like I see something different hidden in those beautiful eyes.

"What are you doing here Emily?" I ask suddenly becoming frustrated. Why is she on mute?!

This woman in front of me is different from the Emily I knew. This woman is now fully developed, her hair is now a sleek dark brown, almost black. Several ear piercings...God, she's still as gorgeous as ever.
I can see she has gotten over the initial shock of seeing me here, and now she is giving off a more confident, and aggressive vibe.

Emily shifts her weight from left to right and crosses her arms. Her face now steeled over. "I didn't know you were a teacher." She finally speaks, giving me a look that I can't quite read as she looks me up and down. That's it? That's all she has to say?
I don't exactly know what comes over me, but suddenly I feel... anger. I never really did think about how I would react to seeing my first love again after all this time. I figured it would be me apologizing for all the wrong I've done, but it is the complete opposite. Why would she cut me off completely after everything we went through? After I admitted my feelings to her? After she sent me to jail along with the others because they thought I was A and I forgave her.

I furrow my eyebrows and step closer to her. "Oh, you don't say? Well, how could you know being that you've completely blocked me from your life for the last 5 years" I seethe as I continually step closer to her. She stands unfazed by my statement.. "And you still haven't answered my question Emily,".
"I'm the new swim coach here Ali. I got my degree in education" Emily rolling her eyes as she speaks. I don't know if it's the use of my nickname or the fact that the proximity between us is slowly decreasing, but something about this new, confident and disobedient Emily is weirdly... sexy. " I don't know if you totally disregarded this jacket that has "Burkley Swim Coach" sewn on it, or you seen it but just wanted to hear the sound of my voice." She says with a hint of annoyance now standing close enough that I can feel her breath on the tip of my nose considering the height difference.

What the hell is happening? When did I become the nervous one?
"Well you can be an asshole if you want but I'm not too proud to ask the important question here," I look Emily dead in the eye, with sad and wondering eyes "Why did you push me away?" I cross my arms and look away, not being able to show the hurt flash through my eyes at the thought. Emilys eyes slant noticeably, finally breaking the hard shell she had built. She begins to back away and leans against the desk behind her, sitting directly in front of my desk that I am leaning on. She looks down at her shuffling feet, as if she was thinking of what to say and then something behind me catches her attention. Her face instantly going back to hard and emotionless. "Nice rose. Did he get that for you?" I didn't have to follow her gaze to know what she was referring to. Shit. I think. How did I not remember that was there. In normal Alison Dilaurentis fashion, regardless of if her feelings are being hurt I say, "You left me behind this time, remember? I moved on from you. You should've expected this Emily" I spit back as I turn the frame holding the photo of Rollins and I down, because I didn't want to see her keep staring at it.

"You act like not having me in your life for these last 5 years has been so difficult for you. Seems to me in that photo you've been perfectly fine without me." Emily says with a hard edge to her voice that makes it very clear that she means what she says. I don't like that very much. It actually... hurt.
I swallow a lump that I didn't know had formed in my throat. My heart pounding in my chest as I look down at my feet, not knowing what to say next. When I finally look up, I see Emily standing directly in front of me. "Do you love him?" She says to me with soft eyes. Not sure if the softness behind the eyes is made of love or from fear of another heartbreak.. and I honestly don't know what my answer is.. At least, I don't know what answer I want to give her... She grabs me by my shoulders gently pulling me up from the desk. She's so close to me. The closest I have been to her since that night 5 years ago in my room. When Emily finally made her move.. I won't lie to myself and say I wasn't hesitant at first, but I quickly got lost once we separated from that first soft kiss that had my mind clouded. She looked me in the eyes as if asking for permission... I had never experienced so much love from just a glance. That was the way she was looking at me in this very moment.
"Ali," she whispers with so much emotion, so close to my ear that her bottom lip skimmed my earlobe causing me to inhale sharply and chills to run through my body leaving me a quivering mess. Seriously what the hell is this woman doing to me? I look into her eyes, unsure of what is going through Emilys mind. Her face is a contortion of many expressions. Confusion, hurt, anger, and lust swirls in her Hershey kiss colored orbs.
I knew she was still waiting. And if it's one thing I hate doing, it would be lying to this gorgeous human being. To be honest I do love Rollins. I think. Fuck.

"We're not together." This is what I find myself saying instead of answering her question straight forward. Not because I was afraid my answer would hurt the brunette, but because I truly wasn't sure if what I feel for Rollins is love, or just a safe place to land.
I'm not sure how long we have been standing like this. Emilys hands gently holding my shoulders, with me standing still as a board as we stare into each others eyes. A part of me still not believing we ended up here in New York working at the same school.
Emily begins to run her hands down my arms all the down to my fingertips, until she settles her hands on my waist. The tan beauty then leans in close to my ear once more and whispers hotly "Prove it." I try to hold the gaze with Emily, but it proved to be a difficult task when the brunettes hands are gripping at my waist, whispering in my ear causing a sharp throbbing sensation to run through my body from head to toe. I so badly want to let my eyes flutter shut and let my head fall back but I can't. I can't let Emily know she has power over me. But something in me tells me she knows.
Once my voice is strong enough to not falter, I tilt my head up to meet the taller woman's ear and whisper "What do you want me to prove?"
I see Emily shiver a bit. Reminding me that I still have that effect on her as well. "Prove to me that you don't want me anymore.. And i'll leave you alone for good." The sound of this frightens me, but I can't break now. Emily literally just walked back into my life 20 minutes ago. So much has changed. I have feelings for Rollins. No matter if I haven't quite been able to put a label on those feelings quite yet. He's been here for me while Emily has not.
But something keeps me here. Tightly pressed between Emily and a wood desk. In my classroom that Rollins had just left only minutes before Emily walked in. Oh God this is not good.

I feel myself slowly being lifted up to be now sitting on the edge of my desk. I look into the tall brunettes eyes and something has changed once again. They are dark and challenging. Swirling with desire. I feel the hands that have been planted on my waste, gently move to underneath the hem of my shirt. Her hands are surprisingly cold as I feel her fingertips spinning in circles across my hip bones. Against my increasingly hot skin, the feeling of her cold finger tips, thanks to the water bottle Emily carries around faithfully, feels absolutely amazing. Alison feels herself wanting to let her eyes close and let her mouth hang open from the pleasure but she fights the urge even as the swimmers hands travel higher under her shirt now circling her ribs. I know all Emily needs is to see me respond in a pleasured way to get the answer she wants.
I still maintain this intense eye contact with the swimmer and bite my lip a little instead. I can tell it turned Emily on. This motion challenges Emily, and I could tell Emily was about done playing games as her desire was increasing to heights she would eventually need to have taken care of if she didn't get her answer soon. Only a little bit longer Ali. She'll quit on her own if you just keep it together.
Suddenly, I feel one hand snake around my back and expertly unclip my bra. My eyes grow three sizes that moment, knowing what Emily was planning to do next.
"Ali, if you don't want it you may want to speak now" Emily gives me an evil smirk knowing that the breasts are one of every women's weak spots. Can't play games with a woman who knows how to please women.

"I-I Oh mmyyyyyyy-" I try to scramble out a response when without warning I feel too cold fingers slowly massaging both of my nipples and instinctively I let out a low moan and throw my head back in pleasure.

Emily leans down and places a quick kiss to my lips and pulls away instantly. "That's what I thought," Emily says with an evil smirk Ali recognizes as one of her own, and with that the swimmer removes her hands from my chest and leaves the room triumphantly.

What the fuck just happened?

Oh God Alison what have you done..