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The house was predictably empty when they entered, dark except for the lone porch light waiting for Alison to make it home safe. Ali didn’t bother with the rest of the lights, just dragged Emily by her hand past the parlour and up the pristine, white stairs. Emily only had a moment to wonder how Jessica kept a home she was never in so clean before it disappeared from around her and she was in the familiar space of Ali's bedroom.
They hadn’t talked on the twenty minute walk to the DiLaurentis home. Emily had had a million questions on the tip of her tongue, but the longer they had walked, the harder it had felt to form any words. Only Ali’s tight grip on her hand had kept her from going crazy- feeling crazy, with the buzz of her lips still on her mouth.
This was her best friend she’d just made out with. Her girl best friend. Who yeah, maybe, she’d harboured a huge sort of totally platonic, not at all romantic, want to kiss her all the time, crush on. This was her best friend who said- Who- Who said-
“Are we really doing this?” Emily asked, more to the universe than the gorgeous, wonderful, perfect- of course she was- girl in front of her who said-
Alison rolled her eyes as she lazily tossed her leather jacket off onto the floor. Emily felt weirdly mournful she didn’t get to do that herself.
“You don’t get to kiss me like that, and then decide that we’re not.”
Which was totally not what she was implying in the least. Emily felt her eyes go wide as she hastened to close the small distance between them.
“No! No- I’m not- I’m not saying that. I- I want to. With you. I want to do this with you.” Her hands hovered awkwardly over Ali for a moment, clenching into fists, before they settled very hesitantly over the smooth spandex of her barely there shorts. Ali was cold to the touch, the early autumn chill still lingering on the fabric. Emily unconsciously moved closer to warm her up.
“Good,” Ali said imperiously, but the effect was somewhat ruined by how far she had to crane her neck up to look at Emily when they were this close. Emily had never been more thankful for those two inches than she was now.
She leaned down slowly and felt her stomach swoop pleasantly when Ali closed her eyes first. Their lips met again for the second time tonight, and Emily had the dizzying realization that Ali tasted different- more like the chapstick she’d put on earlier. It must’ve transferred over. She kissed a little deeper, trying to cement the feeling in her memory. Her fingers dug into Ali’s hips, pulling them flush against her own. Ali gasped, and Emily’s tongue accidentally slipped from her bottom lip into her mouth. Before she could pull back, Ali sucked on it. Her knees buckled, but she tried to play off the slip by lifting Ali as she straightened. It made her muscles burn, but the feeling of Ali’s legs wrapped around her made any ache worth it. Alison hummed appreciatively against her mouth as her hands ran down Emily’s flexed arms.
“God,” Ali said as she broke away for air, “I always forget what a jock you are.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” You could never tell with Ali. Her opinions changed as easily as the wind.
“Mhmm.” Ali rocked her hips forward into Emily’s abs. “Very good,” she whispered into Emily’s ear, before attaching herself to the tan neck in front of her, probably intent on marking her territory should Emily cross Jenna’s path in the days it would take for them to fade. Something she couldn’t bring herself to worry over because oh, god. That felt so much better when Ali did it, and not Ben.
Why had she wasted months on that guy?
Emily carried Alison over to her bed before her arms and legs could give out- not from the weight, but the total mindfuck Ali was putting her through. She shuddered thinking about the verbal lashing she’d get if she so much as jostled Alison, let alone dropped her. With that in mind, she very gently lowered her onto the plush, pink duvet that sat on top the even softer mattress of Ali’s bed. She tried to follow on top, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. It pushed down until Emily was on her knees in front of Ali. Not a bad place to be, really.
Alison lifted a booted foot onto her lap, cocking her head to the side in a silent command. Emily quickly set to work unlacing one boot, then the other, placing them neatly on the floor at the foot of the bed. Ali spread her legs a little wider for Emily to fit in between while they tugged her too tight shorts down and off. The visual was more than a little mouth watering when Ali tugged off her navy blue top to join her jacket on the floor. Emily swallowed. Her hands had a mind of their own as they travelled up the length of Ali’s thigh high fishnet stockings. They tugged slightly until enough skin showed that Emily could kiss smooth, warm flesh. It was so pliant underneath her, and the smell of Ali so strong, that she couldn’t help but let her tongue run across it. Over and over and over again, tasting the sweat of the party on her. Until a hand tugged her hair back.
“Easy, girl. As nice as that feels, I’m not here for a bath.”
“Sorry,” Emily said shyly, trying and failing to duck her head against Ali’s grip. “You just taste really good.”
“I do?” Ali asked, clearly pleased, but also curious.
Emily nodded her head quickly, fighting not so subtly to get another taste. The closest she got was her nose brushing the top of Ali’s underwear before another tug brought her face back up. “Yeah,” Emily answered earnestly.
Ali bit her lip for a second, then let Emily go, shuffling backwards until her golden hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her. Emily tried not to miss the possessiveness of the sting. When Emily rose to join her she received a death glare directed at her feet until she got the message and shucked off her own boots.
Emily stood for a moment in indecision, debating the pros and cons- what would get her head bit off- of lying next to Ali or on top of her. By Mississippi number three Alison started to sit up. Which was just completely unacceptable. An affront to nature itself. Emily had to guide her back onto her back and straddle her. It was the American thing to do, or whatever. Her own dress rode up a few inches past decent at the position, giving Ali a place to put her hands while Emily leaned over her. Ali scratched a shallow line down her inner thigh, and once again Emily was left a brainless, mushy squash. Her lips crashed over Ali’s again, faster and harder this time. She didn’t hesitate to slip her tongue in Ali’s mouth, relishing every small sound she could draw out of her. Her hands were everywhere, sliding into Ali’s hair, running down her arms, and nerve wrackingly over her bra clad chest. She wanted so badly to slip under the material, to actually feel what she’d seen so vividly in locker rooms and at sleepovers, but despite the fact that Ali had brought her here to, you know, it still felt like too much to ask. Too much to want to ask. She ran her fingers over the midnight blue lace, trying to map out the shapes underneath. Ali moaned when her thumbs circled the outline of her nipples. Emily felt her hips cant forward again at the sound, barely grazing Alison or offering any relief to the now steady ache in her core. She grinded down more purposefully this time, meeting Ali firmly. Emily had to break their kiss at the feeling, ducking her head onto Ali’s chest as she set a rhythm for herself.
“Em,” Ali breathed.
Emily lifted her head up to look at Ali. Her cheeks were rosier than usual, her lips slightly puffy, but her eyes… Her eyes were blown, making them look darker than she’d ever seen them, and they were pleading, desperately, silently, with Emily.
She felt a tug on her dress.
Emily pulled the zipper down harshly, not caring if it snagged or ripped, and let Ali pull it over head so she wouldn’t have to unseat herself. She hadn’t worn a bra- didn’t really need to most days- with her costume, leaving her bare but for her plain white underwear.
Emily had seen Ali check her out before, the quick once over outfit check, the occasional flirty look at her arms and legs when they talked about boys, but this wasn’t that. This was Ali staring. At her. At her chest, at her stomach, at…
Emily gulped.
Alison sat up, unhooking her bra, and flinging it away. She grabbed the back of Emily’s neck and dragged her back down on top of her. It felt… incredible and warm and like her heart could beat out of her chest any second. Words about love started spinning around in her head, but she knew that this wasn’t that for Ali, even if she had no idea what this was. So instead of saying something real, she settled for working her way down Ali’s neck and chest, stopping whenever a particular spot garnered her a favourable noise.
“How are you so good at this,” Ali asked as Emily sucked on a pink nipple, her nonsupporting hand massaging the other breast.
That was news to Emily. She shrugged noncommittally. She wasn’t trying to be good, didn’t think she was particularly skilled anyhow. Honestly, she was just having the time of her life exploring Alison’s body, no holds barred. If that translated to being good, then great!
A tug on her hair forced Emily’s eyes up to find Ali waiting for an actual answer. Emily dragged her teeth along the hardened ridges of the nipple in her mouth, and watched as Ali’s eyes fluttered. The satisfaction that brought didn’t last long; Alison pulled her roughly back up by the fist in her hair, a glare forming over desire filled blue eyes. It hurt a little, but in the nice sort of way that meant she wouldn’t be able to meet her mom’s eyes for a few days.
“I dunno.”
“Not good enough,” Ali responded, as if there was an answer she both expected, and dreaded.
“I guess… I’ve thought about it before. About you- what you’d like.”
Ali tilted her head, considering. “You’ve thought about what you’d do to me?” Her tone wasn’t cold, but it was more guarded than it had been a moment ago.
Emily scrunched her face up. “No… not with me, really, just what would make you happy. Like, if you were sad, would you rather eat a gallon of ice cream or watch trashy shows-”
“I’d rather get trashed,” Ali interrupted, smiling.
“Or- Or… if you’d rather a soft, gentle touch-” Emily tucked a lock of golden hair behind Ali’s ear- “or something a little more insistent.” She slid her thigh between Ali’s, flexing it against the heat of her core.
Alison let out a moan just a little too loud to be genuine, answering that question as well. Emily laughed and slipped back down.
As much as she loved the taste of Ali’s skin, could spend hours happily worshipping it, there was something else she was dying to taste.
She could feel her heartbeat thudding in her ears with every inch closer that she got. The matching lace panties Ali was wearing left little to the imagination. The wetness gathered turned the already dark colour, black. Her jaw ached as saliva pooled in her mouth. An image flashed in her head of ripping them off with her bare teeth. But Ali would be pissed if she ruined a matching set. Emily settled for pulling them off as efficiently as possible onto the ever growing pile on the floor. She felt herself blink hard at the sight, so different than her own. Good different though, not that hers was bad- just that, you know, it was a new perspective and-
“I can hear you thinking from here, Em.”
Heat rushed to Emily’s face. “Sorry,” she said, shaking the thoughts clear. Game face on Fields.
She distracted herself by licking and biting her way up Ali’s thighs again. This time when she got to the apex, she didn’t stop herself from licking a broad stripe through Ali’s folds. The taste was different from anything she’d ever tried before, complex and confusing. She went back for another lick. It was tangy and musky and… so fucking good. She dived in, spending several minutes just soaking up the flavour from every angle she could find. When she was not so subtly tugged towards the top, Emily decided to focus her attention there, on the hard muscle that made Ali squirm under her. Ali moved so much in fact, that Emily had to grab her by the hips to hold her still just so her mouth didn’t get dislodged from its new favourite spot. She tried a few different patterns out, starting a new one each time her jaw got sore, but instead of more moans, she just got an aggravated huff for making Ali ‘start all over again.’ She was back to circles when Ali’s legs clamped around her ears.
“Don’t you dare stop, Emily,” Ali growled. She was using her bitchy queen bee voice, and that told Emily all she needed to know about how much her inability to breathe mattered right now. “Em. Em- please,” her voice breaking through the middle.
This was the first Emily had ever heard her beg sincerely, without a mocking or derisive tone attached to it. She was going to make it count. She sped up just slightly, keeping the pressure deep and firm, and waited. The thighs around her squeezed hard enough to have her ears ringing, but she was rewarded with the deeply satisfying sounds of Alison DiLaurentis coming apart on her tongue.
Emily continued weakly licking at the fresh wave of wetness until Ali’s legs collapsed from around her, and the only movement coming from her was her chest heaving. She took a much needed deep breath, then kissed her way back up Ali’s chest and neck. She tried leaning in for a kiss, but Ali turned her face to the side.
“Seriously, Em?” Ali asked, her face scrunched. “Not even going to rinse and spit before you try to kiss me? You were literally just eating me out.”
“But-” Emily tried not to let the words hurt, knew Ali was probably just teasing her again, but she still felt her heart ache. She really wanted a kiss. “Ali…” she whined.
“Emily,” Alison parroted. “It’s gross,” she explained.
Emily shook her head. “It’s not. You taste so good, Ali. I promise.”
Alison tilted her head, considering. Her eyes dropped to Emily’s lips. Emily licked her lips at the attention.
“Fi-mmh.”
Emily crashed their lips together before Ali could finish whatever long suffering affirmation she had started. She licked into Ali’s mouth, sharing the flavour of her that lingered on Emily’s tongue. Alison hummed, digging her nails down the length of Emily’s toned back. It stung enough to make her hiss. Ali kissed her cheek in apology and pulled back.
“You were right, of course. I taste divine.” Alison reached up, and tucked a loose strand of Emily’s hair behind her ear. “Thank you for showing me the errors of my way. And for getting rid of my V-card. It was becoming dead weight.”
Emily’s eyebrows pinched together in soft confusion. “You don’t have to thank me, Ali. I wanted to.”
Ali smiled her real smile, the one that always hurt a bit to be on the receiving end of, for how beautiful it was. “I know,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss Emily again. “But still… let me return the favour.”
And for all the twists and turns that had taken place that night, nothing made Emily Fields feel quite so concussed as those string of words coming out of Alison DiLaurentis’ mouth.
Happy fricken Halloween to her.
—-
Somewhere near the alcohol maze at Noel Kahn’s house:
“Where the hell are Ali and Em?” Hanna asked, pulling her Brittney cardigan tighter around herself as the wind gusted past.
“You didn’t hear?” Aria asked in amazement.
“Hear what?” Hanna asked, annoyed at missing vital gossip.
Aria opened her mouth, but Spencer interjected before she could get a word out. “New girl tried kissing Emily, and Alison had a total bitch fit. Slapped her in front of everybody!”
“Emily or New girl?”
“New girl,” Aria confirmed.
“Then what happened?”
“Ali dragged Emily out of the party. I tried to follow, but I could barely keep up in this thing,” Spencer explained, picking at the huge hoop skirt. “That was an hour ago. I haven’t seen or heard from them since.”
Their phones chose that moment to chime simultaneously, notifying them of a text.
“That’s weird,” Aria said as they all pulled their phones out to read the message.
“Em’s going gaga for Gaga tonight-“ Aria started.
“Not once, but twice-“ Hanna picked up.
“I wonder if they’ll kiss and tell -A,” Spencer finished.
Attached was a grainy photo taken through Ali’s bedroom window. It showed two instantly recognizable girls kissing by Ali’s door.
“Damn,” Hanna said. “Em’s got game.”