Rule #5: Kiss like a pro

"Ali, have you lost your mind?!" Spencer barged into Alison's office and the blonde automatically knew what she was whining about, "You're going to spy on the doctor?!"

"Good morning for you too, Spencer," Ali rolled her eyes and replied calmly.

The brunette smashed her hand on Ali's desk, "Answer me, Alison!"

Ali stared at the hand pressing against her desk and then looked at Spencer, "Yes, I will break into Dr. Rollins' house to see if he's keeping anything related to genetic doping there."

"Do you have any proof of it?" "Spencer, he's a doctor, he has full access to the swimmers and he knows how to use a needle," Alison argued, "We need to investigate him."

"I agree with that!" Spencer concedes, "But you don't have to break into his house."

"Yes, I do," Ali insisted, "If he's smart enough, he won't keep those drugs in his office."

"It's stupid! I don't even know how many laws we're breaking!"

"Me neither and I don't care," Alison replied with confidence, "Let me deal with this, Spencer. I'm not gonna get caught."

The lawyer sighed in defeat, "Fine. But promise you'll call me if you get in trouble."

"I promise," Ali nodded.


"Bb when r u coming home? Got a surprise 4U"

Emily sent the first text as she spread rose petals around the bathroom. She was hoping that a nice bath and a hot night would convince Paige to stop looking for other women. However, something in the back of her mind warned Emily that she should just let go. Paige wasn't going to change.

"Hmmm..." "I wonder what it is"

"You'll have to come home to find out"

"In a sec, bb"

Emily sat on the couch in a satin robe as she waited for Paige… in vain. The hours went by, but her fianceé never showed. Upset at being ditched, Emily ate dinner alone and collected all the petals she had spread on their bathroom. Then, she cried herself to sleep. Paige only came back in the dead of the night smelling like beer she wasn't supposed to take. Emily expected a kiss or an apology, but those never came. Paige just slumped on the bed and fell asleep beside Emily as if she wasn't her fiancée.


The next wasn't much better for Emily. Her arm still wasn't healing properly and, to top that, Alison showed up at her practice. But, this time, Alison decided it was a good idea to flirt with Dr. Rollins. Emily didn't know why the thought of them together made her want to throw up.

"So..." Dr. Rollins began as he prepared his needle and Alison watched him with interest, "You're visiting us again, Alison."

"Well, I decided to pay you a visit again since you've asked me so nicely," The blonde flirtatiously winked and Emily rolled her eyes.

"Will you go out with me?" He asked and stuck the needle on Emily's arm, making her gasp in pain, "I asked nicely," Dr. Rollins added cheekily.

Alison let out a quiet laugh and Emily wanted to pierce Rollins' eye with a needle, "I might have to check on my agenda."

"Please, make time for me," He cleaned Emily's arm and put on a band-aid on her, "I'm sure you won't regret."

"Okay, doctor," Alison winked one more time and Emily decided she's had enough. She grabbed her jacket and walked to the door.

"Ali, let's go!"

"See you around, Doc," The blonde sent him a kiss and joined Emily.

Men. They were so easy to be manipulated.


As soon as they left, Emily dragged Alison to an empty locker room.

"Wow, Emily, slow down! I know I'm irresistible, but we can't just do this in your workplace!" The blonde joked, making Emily even angrier than before.

"Shut up, Alison!"

Ali frowned, "What's wrong, Em?"

"I thought you were coming here to see how your suits were performing."

"Perhaps," Alison didn't know what point Emily was trying to make, but she had a feeling that it was not going to end well.

"Alison, this is serious. I don't want you here so you can flirt with the team's doctor."

Ali laughs. Oh, so that's what it was all about? Alison would love to tell Emily that she had no real interest in Rollins whatsoever, but she had to play her part:

"I'm single, he is too as far as I know. Where's the sin in that?"

"Some people just want to fucking work," Emily hisses in frustration.

"I'm working here," Ali wasn't lying. Seducing Rollins was a part of her work.

"I can see that. You're working on your next fucktoy because that's all you seem to do in your life!" Emily spat.

Okay, this was getting a little too personal.

"You know nothing about me, Emily."

"I know enough to know that you are a spoiled princess!" That comment made Alison feel fucking angry. She hated when people assumed she was just a spoiled brat because of her position now. Those people had no idea of how she climbed to the top because those were parts of her Alison chose to keep to herself. All the public eye did was judge. But it hurt a thousand times more when the judgment came from someone in her circle. She didn't know when she allowed Emily to get this close to her, but the brunette patronizing her hurt.

Alison huffed and pressed Emily against the lockers. The brunette yelped in surprise.

"You begged for my help because I'm a seductress. You don't get to slut-shame me now," Alison hurried out of the locker room and kicked the door behind her. Emily staying behind, trying to catch her breath once again.


Yes, that was a horrible day. So, Emily decided to let it all out with her friends by going out with Hanna and Aria. They went to a seafood restaurant (with vegetarian options that Aria approved) and started to talk about life just like the old times. A couple of people recognized Emily, but they just quietly asked for an autograph and left without making a fuss. Even though everyone knew her face, Emily was not a celebrity exactly. She could walk around without being bothered.

"So… How was your romantic date with Paige?" Hanna asked after taking a sip of her drink.

"It wasn't," Emily answered and rolled her eyes, "She bailed on me."

"What?!" Hanna yelled, "Did she give you an excuse at least?!"

"Hanna, calm down!" Aria poked her on the arm, "Maybe something happened and Paige was held back."

"As if, Aria," Emily snorted, "She came home late at night and didn't even give me a kiss. I haven't talked to her since then."

"You're absolutely right, Em!" Hanna agreed, "Don't fall back into her arms until she gives you an explanation."

"Talk to her, Em," Aria advised, "It's the only way you can know what is going on."

"Yes, I will. After I kill Alison DiLaurentis."

Hanna and Aria exchanged confused looks.

"Why? What's going on between you and her?" The small brunette asked with a frown.

"She is so egocentric that I can't deal with her!" Emily hisses, "Seriously, Hanna, I don't know how you do it!"

"What happened, Emily?"

"She was flirting with Rollins like she goddamned owned the place!"

Hanna frowned, trying to understand why that bothered Emily so much, as Aria moved her fingers as if trying to put two and two together.

"That's not awful, Em," Aria commented carefully, "They're single, they're adults. They're gonna flirt if they want to."

"No, it's the way she does it!" Emily raised her voice, "She's a playgirl who thinks the world orbits around her, but I bet she wouldn't come as far as she has without daddy's help!"

Aria was startled. Hanna opened her mouth to say something, swallowed hard, and then finally spoke, "Are you implying that she's spoiled or something?"

Emily tilted her head, "That's kinda obvious, isn't it?!"

Hanna raised her eyebrows, bit her lip, and glanced away.

"Look, Em, I don't know what you've been reading, but Alison is not a spoiled brat. Her parents used to neglect her and her siblings when they were younger and so Alison ran away. The police eventually found her and took her and her siblings away from their parents. As far as I've heard, Alison hasn't talked to them ever since," Hanna revealed, much to Emily's shock.

"She and her siblings moved to her aunt's house. A few years later, her aunt had cancer and Alison and her siblings had to step up. It was Alison who made their real estate agency the biggest in Rosewood, so big that she could afford to invest in other areas. But, even so, Alison has never mistreated one of her employees. She's rich, but her wage is not astronomical. She makes as much as Charlotte and Jason. She may be egocentric and a player, but she's not spoiled."

Emily gasps, thinking about the horrible things she told Alison at the pool. Who did she think she was? She couldn't possibly tell Alison not to flirt with Rollins - although the thought of it made her inexplicably mad.

"I-I d-didn't know that."

"We know you didn't," Aria reached across the table to take her hand, "But why are you so mad about Alison flirting with Rollins?"

Emily leaned back against the chair and tried to come up with an explanation, "It was unprofessional of her."

"Alison isn't his boss or something," Hanna argued, "Please don't tell me you fell for her charms!"

"O-Of course I didn't!"

"That's not what it looks like, Em," Aria pointed out, "Whatever you do, just be careful. You're engaged to a good woman and Alison is a player."

"I know," Emily blushed and whispered.

"Sorry, guys," The journalist suddenly stood up, "My boss just texted me. They need me there to cover a sports event."

"It's fine, Aria," Hanna patted on her back, "Just go."

"Take care of that one, Han," Aria nodded at Emily.

"Sure will."

Aria left and Hanna decided it was a good idea to change the subject. Emily couldn't be more thankful for that.


On the next day, Emily still hadn't talked to Paige about their night gone wrong. Actually, she didn't feel the need to. They were just ignoring each other under the same roof, but Emily didn't care much about it. Paige hadn't tried to approach her either.

What was really bothering Emily was her situation with Alison. She felt really bad about being unjust to the blonde. Emily knew she could always meet Ali at the swim practice, but something drove her to her friend's doorstep. She had no right to be there, but she at least had to try.

Emily pulled herself together and knocked on Ali's door. She stood there for a few moments that looked like hours until Alison finally opened the door. The blonde looked surprised.

"Are you here to tell me how much of a bitch I am?"

"No," Emily let out a shaky breath, "I came to apologize."

Alison stared at her for a moment before nodding and stepping aside.

"Come in."


Emily twirled her fingers as they sat on Ali's couch. She dared not look in those blue eyes.

"So," Alison began upon realizing that Emily wouldn't be saying a thing, "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Ali, there was no change of heart-"

"You basically called me a whore, Emily. Now you're sitting here apologizing," Alison pointed at her.

"I acted like an idiot, Ali," Emily said, "That's why I am here."

"Why were you so upset that I was flirting with him in the first place?"

"I just thought… it wasn't appropriate."

"Yet it is appropriate to ask me to teach you how to seduce your fiancée."

"Ali, I didn't come here to argue with you!"

"Then tell me why did it bother you so much!"

"Because I thought you were going there to see me!" It escaped from Emily's lips so fast that she didn't even notice until she was done speaking. Oh God, now Alison was going to think she had a crush on her. Emily was screwed!

"What?" Alison frowned at the confession. What was Emily implying? Was it possible that the swimmer had some kind of crush on her? And why did that thought make her heart beat so fast?

"I-I mean, I t-thought you were t-to see how your suits w-were p-performing," Emily tried to save the situation, but it was probably too late.

"Yeah, I..." Alison couldn't even come up with something to say. Emily saw that as a sign of rejection and her heart broke – more than it had broken when Paige bailed on her.

"I can leave if you want me to," Emily whispered to Ali and got no answer. Taking her silence as a yes, the brunette stood up and walked to the door.

"Wait!"

She didn't even see when Alison pulled her by the arm and crashed their lips together.


Emily knows she should've pushed Alison away, but she just can't stop kissing her. She's been pressed up against Ali's door for a good ten minutes and yet she's not tired. Alison is a fucking good kisser. No wonder there are lines of people who want to be on her bed.

Alison nibbled her bottom lip and Emily squirmed.

"Lesson number three: how to be a good kisser," The blonde whispered against her lips, "I don't think you'll need my advice on that."

Emily blushed and chuckled, pulling Alison by the neck until they were kissing again. It didn't cross her mind that she was actually cheating on Paige with those kisses.

Alison pulled away slightly to kiss the corner of her mouth, "You can tease first if you want."

Emily was about to drag Alison back to her mouth but the blonde made her gasp when she grabbed her ass.

"Sometimes it's nice to move your hands," Alison whispered against her ear. Before Emily could even complain, those naughty hands were back to the safe zone of her waist and Alison was attacking her lower lip again.

"French kissing is so sexy."

That's all the warning Emily had before Ali covered her lips with her own and a soft tongue invaded her mouth to meet with hers.

The moan Emily let out was inhuman and her only relief was that Ali was moaning as well. That kiss was so fucking good. Emily literally felt her whole body tingling. The funny thing was: Paige had never made her this much.

Alison ended the kiss with a peck on her lips.

"The grand finale can be a peck, a hug… Or…" She smiled cheekily and started to plant kisses on Emily's jaw, "You can kiss other body parts."

"Ali..." Emily pressed the blonde against her neck and yelped as her shoulder stung. Not now, please!

Alison placed Emily's left hand on her rib and said, "You don't have to move. Leave it with me. I know your shoulder is hurting."

Emily smiles, using the hand behind Ali's neck to crash their lips together once more. She couldn't fool herself: her heart skipped a beat at how thoughtful Alison was.

If only time could be measured by kisses.


The doctor is in the spotlight. Let go.