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"Stop pouting," Emily said trying to stifle her laughter as she and Ali drove to Alison's house. The blonde was so not happy about having to stop their little heavy make-out session because Spencer called them asking where they were.

"Why did I invite them over again?"

"Because they stood up for you," Emily reminded her firmly.

She grunted in discomfort as she slouched down in her seat and crossed her legs tightly.

"Why am I so goddamn horny all the time," Alison groaned as the throbbing between her legs drove her crazy.

"Does it bother you?" Emily asked, looking at Alison out of the corner of her eye as she drove.

"A little," she admitted. "I mean, I'm not complaining when I want to…you know, but sometimes I feel like it's an excessive addiction."

"Sex addiction?" Emily asked with raised eyebrows.

"Well, I guess sexual behavior," the blonde corrected. She looked at Emily to see if the swimmer was phased, but her face remained nonchalant. Ali smiled fondly. "And just so you know, I decided that the night last week we were together was when I officially lost my virginity. Technically it would have been."

She saw a smile tugging at Emily's lips as the brunette tried to contain her excitement. "Truth be told," she admitted, "other than you-know-who, you're the only other person who's ever made me cum. As horny as I am, nobody ever got close to it, or I never let it get that far."

Emily's eyes widened. "So you've only had two orgasms ever?"

Alison had to choke back a laugh as she saw innocent Emily's face contort in confusion. It also was extremely funny for her to see Emily say orgasm because her eyes always blinked rapidly when she talked about anything dirty in an innocent manner.

"Of course not Em. I…you know…like that day in the shower,"

Emily's eyes got even wider, if that was possible. "OH, right," she said, her mouth suddenly dry as she realized the obvious.

"You don't?" Alison asked curiously. Emily hesitated to answer, and Alison clarified with a smirk. "Play with yourself, I mean."

"I mean like once, maybe, or twice, I don't know, a few times," Emily said her cheeks suddenly getting really red.

"Wait, you mean to tell me you don't even really touch yourself?" Alison asked shocked. She knew her mermaid was innocent but she figured that everyone at least pleasured themselves in secret.

"Not really," Emily replied quietly as she kept her eyes on the road.

"But you seemed at least somewhat experienced," Alison said suddenly lost as to how the innocent brunette barely touched herself yet could expertly touch her.

"I-I-I watched…a few times…to figure out what I was…if I was gay."

Emily struggled to explain herself because sex was really not Emily's most comfortable subject. She saw Alison's trademark smirk appear as she realized that Emily was admitting to watching girl-on-girl porn.

"Plus I've seen movies like every normal person," Emily defended herself.

"You really are the shyest, most innocent person I've ever wanted to be around," Alison chuckled slightly. "And then sometimes you have these wild moments where you surprise me. Like when you got really aggressive, god that was hot."

A shiver went down Ali's spine as she thought about that moment, how lustful Emily's dark eyes had looked. "It's amazing, you touch me and I feel like you know exactly what to do."

"It's so easy with you," Emily said softly. "I just look at you, and I want to kiss you, and I want to make you feel good. The first time you ever put your hand on my leg was the first time I'd ever felt anything like that. And, I think it just happens naturally when I look at you, it's like my body goes on autopilot and, my hands, my mouth, everything know exactly what to do."

"This is not helping my horny problem," Ali whined as she squirmed in her seat. "And now all I'm thinking about is how you've never had an orgasm before."

"I've come close," Emily explained embarrassedly thinking Ali meant it in a slightly negative way. Really, the blonde was way too turned on by the challenge to really be Emily's first everything. "I've just never been able to, and then I feel really weird about it and I just stop."

"Emmmm," Alison groaned as she slammed her head back against the headrest while they pulled up to the house.

"You can last a few hours can't you?" Emily teased as she shut the engine off. Alison looked like she was going to kill the three girls on her steps. And she would, if looks could kill.

"We'll see about that, I feel worse than a guy with a severe case of blue balls," she grumbled.

Emily just laughed and they got out of the car.

"Where were you two?" Aria asked innocently.

"Emily had to stop at home really quick before we headed to mine," Ali replied smoothly.

"Can we go inside? It's cold," Spencer said shivering with bloodshot eyes. She looked worse than she had this morning, or maybe Ali hadn't noticed with the whole Ian/Noel incident but she was worried.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch Spence," Alison joked as she waltzed up to her door and opened it up. The house was empty, as usual. The five got settled in Ali's living room- Alison and Emily cuddled on a love seat, Hanna and Spencer on the couch, and Aria on another chair. It felt nice for Emily and Alison to be able to be themselves around their best friends even though Hanna and Spencer kept having uneasy looks flash across their face in discomfort whenever they looked at the couple. Aria however only occasionally looked in fascination, which Alison didn't mind.

As the movie started, Alison positioned herself so she was between Emily's legs with her own stretched across over the arm rest of the chair. She leaned her upper half of her body into Emily who held her as she buried her face in the swimmer's neck, inhaling deeply. Emily picked up a blanket by the chair and draped it over the blonde's legs.

"Are you even going to watch?" Emily whispered.

"No, I just want to rest," she stated, exhausted from emotional week. Her hormones were finally calming down and she was perfectly okay with not being tempted to fuck Emily the entire movie. The brunette nodded and kissed Ali's forehead gently and the blonde hummed, pleased, as she nuzzled Emily. The two on the couch watched the exchange and looked at each other before shrugging, but Aria was in her own world as she focused on the movie. Emily smiled as she saw Ali's eyes drooping and got settled in for the two hour movie as the blonde slipped into a light sleep.

X

Alison's eyes sleepily fluttered as she kept going in and out of a sleepy stupor. But she felt something that forced her body awake. She could hear the movie going, it was near the end, and Emily was in the same position. However, under the blanket, Emily was tracing patterns absently onto Ali's thighs over her jeans and her hand would wander up the skin right above her pants and back down.

She could tell the brunette was doing this absentmindedly because she was super fixated on the television and hadn't even noticed that Ali was awake.

The blonde felt a familiar heat begin to rise and she began to breathe a little harder. Emily let her hand feel the skin right around Alison's hips before dipping a finger just barely below into her jeans, reveling in how soft and smooth her girlfriend was. She grabbed Emily's hand under the blanket and Emily looked down, seeing a very sleepy Ali with a stern face. The swimmer smiled sheepishly realizing what she was doing to her now awake girlfriend.

But Alison slid Emily's hand onto her tummy and her mouth fell open slightly as Emily got the hint and used her nails to lightly trace patterns as she continued up her torso. For a second, Alison was afraid one of the other girls would notice, but she loved thrills, and so fuck it if the girls saw Emily feeling her up.

Alison did her best to act unaffected but she was craving Emily and the ten minutes until the movie ended felt like forever.

"Thanks for coming over guys, let's get coffee tomorrow before school," she said as she jumped up and eagerly ushered them out a few minutes after the movie was over, Emily following her amusedly.

The three were suspicious but didn't protest as they hugged the two. Hanna noticed a smirk on Em's face and watched Emily subtly touch Alison from behind. As Alison shut the front door she heard Hanna say to the other two, "I don't think we'd want to stick around for what's about to happen."

"Em- Emily where'd you go?" Alison huffed as she turned around and didn't see the swimmer.

She heard a creaking floorboard in the living room and padded over there, only to be jumped by Emily who practically picked her up and pushed her down on the couch.

"I thought they were never going to leave," Ali mumbled between kisses as she put as much friction as she could between her core and Emily's thigh between her legs.

"You're practically humping my leg like a dog," Emily teased before kissing her again and Alison grew wetter at the thought of Emily doing her doggy-style. But she let go of the thought for now, knowing this was all still new for the swimmer. She moaned, and let herself get lost as her mermaid gave her what she'd been craving all week.

x

The swimmer and the blonde laid on their sides facing each other on Alison's bed much later that night. Emily had a small smile tugging at the edges of her lips as Alison told her a story about how she'd tripped Spencer up once a few years back and confused the dorky brunette about the answer to a homework question causing her to give the completely wrong answer confident in class. Alison swore that Spencer had given her a murderous look comparable to her own as she saw Ali smirking next to her.

"It wasn't even in the ballpark range of correct answers," Alison giggled. "Neither were any of the other I gave her for that assignment."

"Ali that's terrible," Emily scolded though the smile on her face proved she was just as amused as the blonde was.

"She was getting too high and mighty for my taste," Alison said with her trademark devious smile. "Had to knock her down a peg or two."

Emily was about to respond when they both heard the door open and slam shut downstairs accompanied by multiple voices. They both knew Alison's parents had gotten home a long time ago. The blonde froze, she knew it was Jason but she was unsure who was with him. She had figured by 11 that if he wasn't home he'd be back tomorrow so she and Emily had relaxed. But she was wrong.

` "Shit," she muttered reflexively grabbing onto Emily's hand as she sat up. "I should lock the door."

Emily nodded and watched as the blonde silently got up and turned off the lights and locked her bedroom door.

"I don't want them to know I'm awake," she whispered as she sat on the edge of bed near Emily who offered up her hand and watched as Alison clutched it in a death grip. She'd never seen the notorious queen bee so scared and she wondered if this was how she was every night she was alone at home before. Any respect Emily had for Alison increased tenfold as she realized how terrifying it must be to feel unsafe in your own bedroom. The blonde had been suffering all this time and faced the fears on her own. She had to be the bravest person Emily knew.

"Come lie down, the door's locked they can't get in," Emily said softly as she tugged on Ali's hand. The voices got louder as they ascended the stairs and Emily watched as Alison began to tremble unknowingly and fidget. She couldn't even begin to imagine how violated she musts have felt every time it happened.

"I'm right here Ali," Emily soothed as she ran her thumb over the blonde's hand comfortingly. "They can't hurt you, I won't let them."

The blonde let out a dark laugh knowing that if it came down to it, Emily would rip them to pieces for her. She'd brought Emily to that aggressive state of mind before, and if the brunette loved her like she said, Alison knew she was ultimately safe. But she didn't want them to even come in and know how close her and Emily were getting. She would kill them if they even so much as touched Emily.

"Ali, Ali are you home?" Jason called out, and he sounded wasted.

"I'll check her room."

The two girls looked at each other frightened and recognizing the female voice. The handle on the door turned and Ali jumped but it didn't open of course. Emily saw Alison's eyes fade and go to another place, and she knew that this was like a reoccurring nightmare for the blonde.

"Alison, wake up," Cece's sickly sweet voice came in through the door. "I know you're not alone. Jason just wants to know who else is over."

Ali felt her blood run cold. She knew that was a lie, he was wasted and didn't care.

"What do you want Cece?" she asked, trying to sound sleepy. She saw the brunette's eyes fixed on her with worry.

"Come out and say hi, I haven't seen you in a while," Cece replied and Alison could hear that she was drunk too by the way she spoke. But she wasn't wasted by any means.

Alison got up knowing it was more suspicious if she didn't answer the door. The last thing she wanted was for Cece to know someone else, especially Emily, knew their secret.

"Ali no," Emily whispered in a hushed voice but Alison unlocked the door and opened it a crack.

"What, Cece?" she asked in a polite sounding voice but she was glaring daggers at the older blonde.

"Jesus Ali, I just wanted to say hi," Cece replied nonchalantly as she pushed the door open wider and saw Emily sitting up in bed. Her lips curled into a feral smile as she looked between the two.

"Hey Emily, you two having a sleepover?"

Emily nodded as Alison crossed her arms, ready to attack Cece if she even reached out to touch Emily.

"So sweet," she said in a fake voice that both girls could see through. "Alison would beg me to sleep with her when I stayed here with Jason some nights."

"I did not," Ali retorted knowing she would never beg the older blonde for anything except to get lost. Cece had reached out to her every time they had done anything ever.

"Don't you remember? We had so much fun," Cece said, venom dripping off every word as Alison remembered the way Cece had forced her way in and used her body. She stood with her jaw locked as Cece looked at Emily whose brows were furrowed. "She didn't tell you? Ali used to have the biggest crush on me. She tried to seduce me, but I told her I didn't feel that way- she was too easy. She was super desperate, always trying to kiss me and-"

"I think you should go," Alison growled, not wanting to listen to bullshit for another second. She saw Emily's disturbed face and she hoped to God that it was a pretense and that her girlfriend knew this was all bs.

"Maybe you and Emily could get it on instead, since you wanted to be with a girl so badly. Though if I were you Emily I wouldn't want sloppy seconds, or thirds, or in Ali's case filthy fifths."

Emily's eyes were swirling with anger and hurt and Cece smirked, satisfied thinking she'd just destroyed the two, and bounced out of the room. Ali slammed the door shut behind her as she saw Emily get up with a murderous look on her face and head for the door.

"I'm gonna fucking kill her," Emily growled under her breath as Ali pulled on her arm and stopped her.

"Not now," Ali pleaded her hold on Emily's arm tight. "Please Emily. She was just trying to get under your skin-"

"Well she did a damn good job of it," Emily said in quiet angry voice that was almost foreign to Alison as she ripped her arm away from Alison.

"Baby listen to me, it's not going to do any good for you to go out there and rip her to pieces right now okay?"

"Did you hear her?" Emily almost shouted but hushed her voice realizing if Cece was right outside, she could easily listen. "She was mocking the way she raped you Ali. Right to your face, and to mine."

"Cece is a very dangerous person okay? She got revenge on a guy once by framing him for a crime. He's in jail now, for five years. If you go out there and you show her how much you love me, and how much you know about what happened, she would severely hurt you. Even she can tell that if she really wanted to hurt me, all she'd have to do is hurt you. She knows Emily, she's always known how I felt."

"Fine, we'll do it your way, but we need help," Emily said as she tried to calm down. "We need help or we'll never be able to stop this. You can't just ignore it and hope it goes away, Ali. I won't sit here and just watch it happen."

"What do you want me to do?" Alison pleaded seeing how worked up Emily was. She'd never seen the swimmer so distraught. "I'll do anything to make this stop, Em."

Alison's heart swelled because it was still new to her having someone care this much. At the same time, it overwhelmed her. She'd been alone for so long, practically her entire life. And that was her own fault, she had left herself guarded on purpose. But the fear and stubbornness had been imprinted in her so long ago that she knew the reason she never confessed, never told anyone, was because she was afraid of being perceived as weak. That was until Emily. When she felt herself being able to be around the brunette comfortably, she realized that for the first time she was able to let her guard down.

And if Alison was honest with herself, she would never even consider trying to properly end this situation if it wasn't for Emily. She was stubborn and thickheaded mostly, but she also felt in a sick way that she deserved what she got. Beneath her high and mighty hard exterior was a girl with no self-esteem who barely knew how to love anyone, let alone herself. The humiliation and guilt that accommodated the reality of it all caused Alison to force herself to power through it on her own. She was the indestructible Alison DiLaurentis after all.

But then Emily came along and changed everything. When she met Emily, Alison had been jumping from fling to fling and getting drunk with Cece and the rest of them on the weekends. At first Alison couldn't figure out for the life of her why she was so attracted to this goody-two shoes (besides the fact that she was super gorgeous) who was obviously crushing on her. But she realized that Emily treated her like a priceless valuable, the constant secret look of affection in her eyes was unlike anything Ali had ever experienced. Emily slowly taught her how to love herself.

As Ali looked into stormy brown eyes, she remembered every time Emily told her she was beautiful, and every time the swimmer insisted that she firmly believed Alison was a good person deep down. Her mermaid had come along and changed everything for her, and Ali would be damned if she didn't change this now for her girlfriend, and for herself.