Silence is the worst thing (Emison)

Chapter 13
Alison awoke abruptly to the sound of a sleeping Emily mumbling in her sleep. At some point the pair had dozed off with their bodies entangled, Emily's arms gripping tightly onto Alison's as she murmured in her slumber. Looking over at her alarm clock Alison had lost all sense of time, it was now mid afternoon and yet her father was still not home. The blonde was starting to think that Spencer had just become uncomfortable with the mess around the house and lied to satisfy her obsessive compulsive needs. Alison smiled to herself and it was definitely a possibility however she wasn't bothered, in fact she was quite pleased at how the day had turned out.
The blonde looked down at the sleeping Emily, her hair was messy and the only thing that kept Alison from viewing the brunette's naked body was the bed sheets wrapped around her torso. Alison gazed upon what little bare skin was shown and admired every inch.
Emily's torso wasn't as permanently marked like her lower body but there was the occasional scar across the surface of the brunette's shoulders.
"Ali..." Emily murmured softly, her eyes still shut and her head resting against Alison's chest.
Alison would have found this to be a comforting sight but Emily seemed troubled in her sleep. As the brunette's gripped tightened around her Alison became slightly worried, Emily was definitely having a nightmare of some sort.
"Em?" Alison tried to communicate with Emily though she knew it would be pointless, the brunette was too deep in her sleep to hear.
"Don't... don't..." Emily's voice began to escalate, the sound of desperation clear as her legs began to fight against Alison's. Carefully freeing her body from Emily's Alison's hand instinctively went to the brunette's cheek in an attempt to comfort her. However the motion back fired and Emily grabbed the hand almost as instinctively as Alison had put it there. The brunette's eyes shot open accompanied with a gasp of fear and at the realisation of what Emily was holding she quickly realised her clasp on Alison's wrist.
"I'm sorry." Emily murmured as she wiped the sweat that had formed on her forehead.
"Don't be. Are you okay?" Alison asked as she let her hand slowly move back to Emily's face in a soothing manner. Emily nodded into the touch, she felt somewhat at ease, especially when Alison was around.
"Nightmare." Emily attempted to remain strong, her nightmares were slowly diminishing and she was finding it more bearable to sleep, in fact she always seemed to be sleeping when Alison was near.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Alison offered, though she had a feeling Emily wasn't ready.
"I need coffee before I can talk about it." Emily smiled and lifted her body slightly so she could rest on her elbows.
"How about we go to The Brew and grab one?" Alison liked the idea of getting out of the house before she had to talk to her father again, that's if he was coming home.
Emily smiled and nodded, the brunette's liked the idea of actually going out in public with the blonde but she had a feeling that wasn't Alison's intentions.
"Like a date?" Emily questioned playfully.
"Exactly like a date." Alison chuckled and moved to kiss the smiling brunette.
As Alison pulled her car across the road from The Brew she noticed Emily seemed slightly distracted. Unclipping her seat belt Alison reached for the brunette's hand and squeezed tightly.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Alison could tell that Emily wasn't herself. Her dark brown eyes were distant and elsewhere and her fingers were fiddling with a loose thread on her jumper.
"Yeah, I just need caffeine." Emily forced a smile and jumped out of the car, Alison was mildly puzzled at Emily's lack of conversation on the trip to The Brew but when the brunette walked around to open her door Alison couldn't help but smile. "Ma'am." Emily offered the blonde her hand as she opened the door.
Alison laughed, smiled and blushed all at once and took the brunette's hand using it as assistance to get out of the car.
The two linked arms and headed inside. It was fairly quiet for a weekend; usually The Brew would be buzzing with life.
"I'll order, you go find us somewhere to sit." Emily smiled as she detached herself from Alison, the blonde complied and headed for a spare booth in the back corner, there was no one occupying any space close so Alison found it ideal. As she waited the blonde pulled out her phone and started flicking through her messages, there was nothing overly interesting, she was just passing the time.
"Excuse me?" Alison heard an unfamiliar voice call her attention. She looked up to find a young woman standing in front of her; she would be no older than twenty one. The woman had a bag with a laptop hanging out of it, Alison thought it to be slightly cliché typing at a coffee shop but she smiled never the less.
"Yes?"
Emily looked over towards Alison while she waited for her coffee's, there was a girl talking to her, the brunette had never seen her before but by the looks of it Alison had no clue who the woman was as well.
As Emily looked on with curious eye's she couldn't help but notice how comfortable the woman was being with Alison. At first Emily tried to not make a big deal of it but when the girl grabbed a strand of Alison's hair and moved it away from her face the brunette couldn't help but feel slightly jealous.
On a convenient queue the barista called Emily's name and handed the brunette her coffee's. Trying to remain cool and collected Emily walked over to Alison and the now sitting mystery woman. When the brunette was in ear shot the two girls began laughing; only causing Emily to feel more jealousy.
"Hey." Emily said as she gave Alison her coffee and sat down across from the blonde and her apparent new friend.
"Hey Em, this is Monica, she's a friend of my good friend Cece. She's here for some research for college and she was just getting a coffee before heading home."
Alison smiled at Emily, however she could tell instantly that the brunette was uncomfortable and she had to admit, Monica was very flirty.
"Nice to meet you." Monica said as she presented Emily her hand. Reluctantly Emily shook hands and gave the woman an attempt for a smile. Noticing Emily's uncomfortable state Monica stood from the booth and grabbed her bag.
"I'd best be off, this paper isn't going to write itself. It was nice to meet you Ali, Cece was right, you're really sweet." Monica presented her hand to Alison and shook it for a second too long. Alison could feel Emily's stare bearing into her but she was too afraid to look. "Nice to meet you." Monica said to Emily again before leaving the two girls in an awkward silence.
"She's in college with my friend Cece." Alison said as she played with her thumbs. Emily was occasionally sipping at her coffee while she observed the now shy blonde.
"She seems... nice." Emily murmured after taking a large gulp of coffee,
"Don't be mad." Alison could sense Emily's frustration but it wasn't her fault Monica was so flirtatious.
"I'm not." Emily sipped at her coffee and remained silent.
Emily walked up the front steps to Alison's house in a huff, Alison followed slowly behind and as Emily waited for the blonde to unlock the door she kept her eyes straight ahead and away from the blue orbs that would make her crumble.
Alison unlocked the door and made her way inside, she could hear Emily follow and shut the door behind her. Without warning the blonde felt Emily's hands grab her waist and push her against the nearest wall with a gentle pressure. Within seconds Emily's lips connected with Alison's in a fire of need and desperation.
The brunette wasn't mad at Alison, she was jealous, jealous of how easily people liked her girlfriend. All her jealousy was pushed into this kiss and Alison could feel it, Emily's hands held the blonde tightly against the wall and continued to kiss her way down the blonde's neck. Disconnecting suddenly, Emily held onto Alison's hand and pulled her upstairs and to the blonde's bedroom.
"Emily-" Alison began as she shut her door but the blonde was interrupted by the tremble in Emily's voice, her words were strong and her voice was lower.
"You're mine Alison. No one else can have you. Not the way that I have you." Though Emily's words may have been strong the look on her face displayed weakness.
"Em, I'm not interested in anyone else. You're the one I want." Alison's hands went to the brunette's cheeks and held them tenderly before leaning into a kiss. Alison felt her back against her door as Emily's body pressed up against her own. Alison could feel Emily's want for her, the need for her, and it drove her wild.
Emily could sense Alison's own desires and moved her hands to Alison's white blouse tugging at it softly before quickly undoing the first button. Alison found her hands moving around Emily's neck as she let the brunette continue the task of her blouse.
Within in seconds the blouse was on the floor and Emily was pulling the pair across the room and towards Alison's bed.
Emily lowered Alison slowly onto the bed and hovered above the blonde momentarily before kissing her way across Alison's collarbone. A small moan left Alison's lips when Emily's lips moved their way up to the blonde's neck, kissing the pulse point before biting softly and then using her tongue to suppress any pains from the bite before.
Alison found her body responding to Emily's biting and sucking, she was sure the brunette was going to leave a mark but in the moment she couldn't care less. In fact Alison liked the idea of a mark left behind from Emily. Alison's back arched at Emily's lips playfully biting her neck providing the brunette plenty of time to slip her hand behind the blonde's back and undo her bra.
"Oh god Em." Alison moaned as she watched Emily throw her bra to the floor.
Emily's lips wasted no time in moving to Alison's chest, beginning a trail of kisses to the blonde's breasts and even at the slightest touch Alison's nipples grew hard. Emily's tongue played with the surface of Alison's nipples before gently wrapping her soft lips around them causing the blonde to moan again.
The sound that Alison produced caused butterflies to erupt in the pit of her stomach.
"Alison. I'm home." The two girls suddenly stopped at the sound of Alison's father yelling from downstairs.
"Shit." Emily mouthed while she quickly jumped off the blonde and gave her the items of clothing she had thrown to the ground. Alison dressed hurriedly and stood at the door with Emily.
"Alison?" Her father called again. Followed by his voice, Emily and Alison could clearly hear Kenneth walking up the stairs.
"What do we do?" Emily whispered with a hint of horror in her voice. Alison looked around her room before looking over to her window and pointing to it. Emily followed her train of thought and rolled her eyes while raising an eyebrow. "Seriously?" The sarcasm obvious in her voice.
"Got any better ideas?" Alison returned the sarcasm before she heard her father knock on the door.
"Alison is everything alright?" His voice muffled but Alison could clearly hear his hand reach for the handle.
"Don't come in... I'm getting... dressed." Alison quickly looked at Emily and then pushed her towards the window, quickly helping the brunette out she turned and hoped her father would not enter. Emily held herself up and pulled at Alison's arm, motioning her to move in for a quick chaste kiss.
"This isn't over." Emily whispered seductively before climbing down the wall of Alison's house and disappearing around the corner. Even if the brunette had a few injuries, she was more athletic than Alison.
As Alison turned to let her father in she quickly did the last of her buttons on her blouse and opened the door.
"Hey Dad, you're home. I thought you were staying for longer?" When Alison looked upon her father it was obvious he had been driving for a long time, he was tired and looked as if he hadn't slept in days.
"Who's car is out the front?" Kenneth asked completely ignoring his daughters question; he was in no mood to be talking about business.
"Hmm?" Alison asked pretending to be oblivious to the question. Her father raised an eyebrow in response and tried again.
"There's a car out the front that isn't ours. Do you have a friend over?" Kenneth watched Alison, it was clear she either had no idea what he was talking about or she was hiding something from him.
"There is no car out the front Dad." Alison lied but she knew it didn't sound believable. Her lying skills had decreased significantly since she had spent so much time with Emily, mainly because the blonde felt no need to lie.
"Alison DiLaurentis, are you lying to me?" Kenneth's tone was neutral but if he ever used Alison's full name she could tell he wasn't happy.
"No I'm not. Go out the front and look for yourself." Alison had figured she had created enough time for Emily to get in the car and escape without her father seeing, so she pretended as if her father was the one acting weird and not her.
Kenneth lowered his eyebrow and turned to head downstairs, he believed that Alison was up to something; his daughter hadn't acted this odd in a very long time. He was convinced there was a car parked out the front of his home that didn't belong to him.
Alison followed her father down the stairs and out the front door, hoping very deeply that Emily had gone. Sure enough when she opened her eyes that had closed in anticipation she found no car, but her fathers, to be seen and the blonde could physically feel herself relax. She hadn't even thought about how to explain Emily to her father; she didn't even know the whole story.
"I apologise Alison. It's been a long couple of days." Kenneth scratched his head before re-entering the house. Alison felt guilt spread through her as she watched her father question himself; however there was no way she was explaining Emily to him just yet.
"It's okay Dad. Maybe you should have some rest." Alison offered as they started their ascent of the stairs. Kenneth nodded and headed into his office, his mind obviously occupied, Alison knew he would not be leaving that room for several hours to come.
Alison wanted to ask her father about Jason, she wanted to confront him about Emily's story but she knew it wouldn't be possible without sparking curiosity from him. It had always been strange for Alison to ask her father about his work.
As Alison shut her door behind her she heard the buzzing of her phone. Quickly unlocking it with her four-pin passcode she was notified with a message from Emily.
How are we going to tell your dad about us?
Alison was stumped; she hadn't even told her father that she was friends with Emily and now they were in a relationship.
Alison was more than stumped.
Emily paced around her room waiting for Alison to reply, the brunette understood now why the blonde was sexual frustrated before, being interrupted was, for lack of a better word... annoying. The way Alison moaned underneath Emily's control drove her crazy, the brunette wanted to make Alison come undone just as the blonde had made her do so.
Emily's ring tone went off and disrupted her train of thought, opening the message hastily Emily felt stumped at Alison's reply.
How are we going tell your parents about us?
Emily froze, it seemed she had no reply to Alison, the blonde had baffled Emily and with her own question.
Touché, Miss DiLaurentis
Emily quickly messaged Alison back before she heard her mum walking up the stairs.
"Emily?" Came Pam's voice from the brunette's doorway, Emily turned quickly and hid her phone in the pocket of her jeans.
"Mum. Hi." Pam was standing in Emily's doorframe, waiting for permission to enter, which the brunette found odd. "I didn't realise you were home."
"Your father and I came home from shopping a while ago dear." Pam smiled, when she looked at Emily she noticed the brunette was stressed, she was pacing back and forth not too long ago. Pam thought momentarily that maybe something had gone wrong with Alison.
"Oh sorry. I just got home; I would've said hi if I'd known." Emily heard her ring tone go off in her back pocket but she didn't reach for it. Pam hearing to thought it odd for Emily to ignore a text.
"How are you and Alison going?" Pam asked curiously. Emily's eyes widen slightly at the question, was her mother implying what she thought she was?
"What?" Emily said feeling bewildered.
"You know, are you guys talking and getting along still?" Pam continued to watch her daughter, Emily was acting strange.
"Oh... Yeah we're good. I just... her dad came home while I was still there." Pam felt her eyebrows rise in horror, given the track record between Emily and the DiLaurentis family the meeting wouldn't have gone too well.
"What did he say?" The older Fields woman tried to remain calm but secretly she was worried for her daughter, seeing that man again would have been difficult.
"Um, I snuck out the window..." Emily's checks burned a bright red as she realised how cliché it really was, escaping out Alison's bedroom window just so she wouldn't get caught by her father. The circumstances were slightly different but it was cliché none the less.
Pam resisted the urge to smile at her daughter, climbing out the window hadn't even crossed her mind as a possibility.
"Well, you'll have to meet him one day Emmy." The support in Pam's voice was evident but Emily could also sense a hidden meaning, a warning perhaps.
"I know. It's just... complicated." Emily's thoughts flashed to the memory of her and Alison from earlier that day. Complicated was a word for it.
Emily's ring tone went off once more and Pam's eyes followed the sound.
"I like Alison, Emily. I do. It's trusting that family I have a problem with and if Alison doesn't know the whole story-" Emily looked away from her mother causing her to stop, taking a deep breath the brunette looked back towards her mother who was looking rather confused.
"Alison knows Mum. She knows." Emily sat on her bed and had finally managed to somewhat calm herself down. Pam walked over to her daughter and moved a stray piece of hair away from her eyes.
"She's a good friend if she's sticking by you after that, considering it's her brother." Pam was slightly jealous that her daughter had spoken to Alison before her but she was still glad the blonde was helping Emily to move on.
"I know. She's amazing." The words slipped from Emily's mouth before she had further control, however Pam pretended as if she didn't noticed the brunette's words. Emily was her child, she knew there was something going on between her daughter and the DiLaurentis' youngest child but she would wait for Emily to come to her. With all things, Emily just needed time and Pam understood that.
Kissing Emily's head softly Pam gave her daughter a comforting hug before leaving the room.
Emily phone's rung again, almost forgetting she was talking to Alison Emily quickly grabbed her phone and read the message the blonde was bombarding her with.
So what do you want to do then?
We can wait?
Helloooooo?
Emily smiled before replying. Deciding it would be good to figure it out but to discuss in person seemed ideal, Emily could only really think clearly about Alison when she was with Alison.
Why don't we continue where we left off?
There was only one reply Emily gave Alison and the blonde's heart jumped when she read it.
Alison was desperate for Emily, she wanted to experience it all with the brunette and she felt frustrated that her father had to come home when he did. Alison found herself calling Emily, the phone to her ear while pacing back and forth, Alison reminded herself of her father and with that image in her head she made herself sit on her bed when Emily answered.
"Too far was it?" Emily answered, her tone a little concerned.
"No. Just the opposite, I can't stop thinking about you Em." Alison didn't realise what she was confessing until it had already left her lips. Emily Fields really was changing her.
Alison could hear Emily's smile from over the phone and it made her smile.
"I can't stop thinking about you either Ali. I'll make up for this afternoon I promise." Before Alison could respond she could hear a voice in the back ground, it sounded like Pam but the blonde couldn't make out what she was saying. "Do you want to stay at mine tonight? Mum's cooking dinner and she would like for you to meet my dad."
Alison smiled and realised that she hadn't even met Emily's father and yet she had known the brunette for months.
"I would love that. What time do you want me over?" Alison asked cheerfully. Emily looked at her mother and nodded, indicating that Alison indeed was accepting the invitation. It would be a perfect opportunity to be with Alison further.
"Whenever you're ready." The two girls spoke briefly on the phone discussing what would be appropriate to wear that evening. Emily insisted on whatever was comfortable but Alison thought if she was meeting Emily's father, she was going to look nice.
Within an hour Alison was ready and had a bag packed for the evening and for school the next day. Saying goodbye to her father she realised she didn't have an excuse; she couldn't say she was going to Emily's house.
Telling her father she was staying with Aria seemed liked a reasonable explanation, Aria would understand and usually he was okay with Alison staying over her place.
Closing her car door and starting the engine Alison could see her father watching her from his office window, he seemed lost in his thoughts and his gaze was elsewhere but Alison could tell, he was looking at her.
Emily waited in the lounge room, pretending to watch the football game her father was watching, Pam however observed from the kitchen and she knew that Emily was never interested in such a sport. Emily's eyes were darting back and forth from the front door to her phone.
Watching and waiting.
Pam found it rather adorable but decided not to dwell.
Wayne began shouting at the television because of foul play or something but Emily couldn't be less interested, she just wanted to be with Alison, it had been less than a few hours and she was going crazy, practically waiting at the door for like a puppy for Alison to arrive.
A knock at the door had broken Emily from her inner monologue, lost in a world full of Alison DiLaurentis.
"I've got it." Emily offered though she knew her father had no intentions of leaving the room until the game was over. As Emily went to open the door she found a un-expecting taller figure standing in front of her.
"Hey Fields." Noel Kahn said as he leant against the pillar of Emily's home. Emily rolled her eyes, feeling official sick of Noel Kahn.
"Geez Noel, what do you want?" Emily pushed her way outside not letting any sound travel through the house.
"Just thought I'd let you know..." He began moving closer to Emily, backing her against the door; however she stood her ground not giving away any sense of discomfort.
"Hey!" Emily looked around Noel to see Alison was walking up the pathway and she let the relief flush over her. "What are you doing here Noel?" Alison stood between the two as she spoke, not letting Noel get any closer to her girlfriend.
"I just came to tell Emily something." He was smirking and it made Alison uncomfortable but it also made her feel ashamed for ever getting involved with him. "It will only take a second."
"Just let him say it. I want to go inside." Emily wanted to be with Alison, she had no interest in wasting time around Noel. Sensing her intentions Alison stood aside and let Noel face Emily.
"I find it very interesting. You being so close with Alison. Especially since, you know, after what happened with Jason Laurens." Alison could instantly feel Emily's hands clutch to her own as the blonde stood there trying to figure out how Noel could possibly know. "I hear Jason's lawyer was his dad. Are you fucking Ken Lauren's daughter to get back at him?"
Emily could feel tears well up in her eyes, how could Noel know? Emily had only ever told Alison. Yes there was a bit of media attention but then was almost a year ago.
"Excuse me. Who are you?" Pam decided to come outside when she noticed Emily was taking a little long to bring Alison inside but she was mildly surprised to see an unfamiliar male standing on her doorstep with them.
"Oh I'm Noel. Alison's boyfriend." Alison and Emily's head snapped up towards Noel in unison, while Pam's head moved to Alison.
"Noel, I do not know how to make this anymore clear. We. Are. Not. Together." Alison spoke slowly as if a different speed would somehow get through to him. Within seconds of the commotion Wayne and made his way to the front door and in front of the three girls.
"Can I help you?" He spoke strong and stern, his voice more scary then Alison's, Emily's and Pam's voice combined. Noel instantly backed away but kept his smirk stained across his face.
"I was just giving Emily a message." Noel stopped backing away and crossed his arms across his chest. Emily felt her mother's hands on her shoulder, trying to pull her inside but Emily was stuck. The brunette was making sure Noel was gone.
"You've given it to her now it's time for you to go." Alison watched with curious eyes as Wayne's hands instinctively moved to the hoister on his belt that held his gun. Though he was not even close to unclipping the weapon his hands just sat there expressing a threat that Noel could see clear as day.
"Sounds like someone already gave it to her." Noel muttered, though it was clear his intention was for everyone to hear the play on words. All three girls could see Wayne's hand twitch, it was aching to move to the safety clip that stopped his gun for detaching from his hoister but he remained calm, momentarily anyway.
"If you do not leave now I will get the police involved." Wayne slipped his hands in his pockets almost casually as he backed away from Noel, showing the boy little interest. Noel had caught the hint as Wayne's hand moved to his gun after becoming inpatient.
Emily watched as the dark haired boy turned his back and walked away from her father, only briefly turning back to flash a quick wink at her and then disappeared into his car.
Wayne turned around and moved Emily into the house, the brunette was still frozen.
Emily's focus moved in and out of conversation, she had occasionally listened in on what Alison and her parents were talking about but she had never actually said a word. Her thoughts were consumed by Noel. His smile sitting in the back of her mind, messing with her, daring her to talk, daring her to think of nothing but Jason.
"Well you girls have a school tomorrow so why don't you go get ready for bed? We've got clean up." Pam offered, she had been watching Emily all evening and it bothered her that the only thing she could seem to do was play with the food that sat on her plate.
Pam decided that Emily needed to talk to just Alison. Whatever Noel had said had clearly troubled Emily greatly.
Both girls nodded and headed upstairs into Emily's room in silence.
"Em I swear I didn't tell Noel anything." Alison said as she closed the door behind her.
"I know Ali and for the record I'm not... sleeping with you to get back at your dad." Noel's words hadn't even really crossed Alison's mind until Emily spoke them. Mainly because she knew they were lies.
Both girls sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the other to talk but instead there was silence. It became deafening to the point where Alison couldn't take it anymore.
Slowly taking Emily's hands with her own Alison moved into kiss the brunette. Responding rather positively Emily gently pushed Alison onto the bed and hovered above her, only pausing momentarily to look at the beautiful blonde below her.
"You look beautiful." Emily noticed Alison had worn a tight skirt and a nice shirt for the occasion of meeting her father but she had never complimented the fact. Alison smiled softly and wrapped her arms around Emily's neck pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
"Thank you." Alison murmured. As they continued to kiss Emily's hands lead their way underneath Alison's shirt and played with the skin that lay unprotected from the fabric.
No words were spoken but Alison could sense Emily's need for her, the way her fingers lightly dipped in and out of her skirt on her waist bone was driving her crazy but she also knew Emily wasn't teasing. Emily was attempting to feel a sense of control and Alison understood and liked it.
Guiding her hands the hem of her shirt Alison helped Emily remove it, she wanted Emily but she was scared and the brunette could sense this.
"Does it hurt?" Alison asked as Emily pulled the sheets over them. Alison let the sheet secure her; she let the fabric create a sense of sanctuary as she shared this moment with Emily. The blonde knew that Emily had experience this once before, she did know it was very different and not good at all but it was something she felt she should ask.
"Yes, a little but only for a bit." Alison shied away from Emily's piercing brown eyes and moved her hands to the brunette's waist where her scars awaited, displaying the fact that the whole experience for the brunette was painful in every way. "Ali it was different for me. I would hardly call it... sex."
Emily's fingers gently held the blonde's chin and she leant in for an innocent kiss. Alison could feel Emily's hands move to her skirt and slowly begin to pull it down their eye's never left each other.
"I'm going to make it as perfect for you as I can." Emily's words were comforting and Alison knew in that moment that even though Emily had a very horrible experience, the brunette was going to do whatever it took to make it good for her.
"Being with you will make it perfect Emily." With Alison's words Emily moved in for a deep kiss and let her hands move across Alison's body freely while enjoying the sound of the blonde's soft moans. Departing from Alison's lips Emily kissed a trail of soft bites down Alison's neck and to her bra moving away the fabric to lightly kiss the blonde's nipple. Within seconds Alison had unclipped it and pushed it aside which had caused Emily to smile and to continue. Laying her free hand that wasn't holding her body above Alison, Emily gently squeezed Alison's breast and let her lips kiss the other.
Alison let the wave of sensation flow through her; at each touch the blonde felt heat stream from her core as her lips released countless amounts of moans.
"I'm ready Em." Alison whispered as she lead Emily's hand that lay upon her breast to her underwear. Alison knew she would have to encourage the brunette a little, she knew this was just as scary for Emily as it was for her.
Moments later Alison lay naked underneath a fully clothed Emily and at first she felt odd but that feeling was soon diminished as Emily's fingers lead their way up and down the blonde's thigh.
Emily could tell Alison was wet by the way she was moaning, it was only a matter of time before the blonde would come undone at the touch but Emily wanted to do this right.
Kissing Alison once more Emily wrapped her arm around the blonde's neck and held her close.
"Ready?" Emily breathed in heavily; she felt a wave of excitement flow through her with a combination of fear. This was something she wanted to do right.
Alison nodded and gripped to Emily before kissing her. Slowly the brunette slid a finger deep into Alison; the blonde was definitely wet. Emily smiled at how turned on Alison actually was.
Releasing a sharp moan of pain Alison's finger's held their place on Emily's back, the sensation was painful at first but the pain was replace with pleasure within moments.
Emily felt Alison's hips slowly move against her, causing the blonde to moan at her own movements. Seconds later Emily responded and started a slow rhythm of moving in and out of Alison while rubbing her clit with her thumb.
"Oh Emily." Alison moaned; she had never felt such a sensation before. The feeling of Emily's fingers push against her in a fire of pleasure caused her muscles to tense at each touch. Within minutes Emily had added a second finger and began creating a friction deep inside Alison causing constant moans to fall from the blonde's lips.
Alison could feel a strange build up deep in her stomach and she felt her hands clutch to Emily's head and her fingers weaved through her hair in response.
Alison felt the scar that sat on the back of Emily's head and she tried desperately hard to loosen her grip but as the brunette continued to move against her she lost of sense of thought.
Emily held Alison close to her while continuing the motion and within several short seconds Alison's body started its crescendo to its all time high. Emily quickly covered her lips with Alison's to silence to blonde's loud moan that was following.
When Alison muscles tighten around Emily's fingers the brunette held her close and let Alison ride out her orgasm and through the kiss Alison softly moaned Emily's named before becoming limp underneath her.
As Alison caught her breath Emily slowly retracted her fingers and pulled Alison into a deep embrace.
"I was right." Alison hummed when she caught her breath. Emily looked down at the blonde curiously. "Being with you made it perfect."