"Emaya BBC"

And now the moment you've been waiting for…the moment you never got to see on PLL. I think it will satisfy what should have been…

Rated T for Teen.

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Emily POV

I walk up to Spencer's bedroom door. It's closed. I'm nervous. I take a breath. I place my hand on the doorknob turning it. My heart beats faster knowing my surprise is behind the door. I push it open. Butterflies flutter within me as I can't believe my eyes. She's here. She's really here. Maya…

Chapter 15: How It's Supposed to Be

"I thought you were gone," I can't contain the excitement I feel when I see her.

Candles light up the room revealing Maya kneeling on the floor a lighter in hand. There is only the candlelight illuminating the bedroom. A glow surrounds her radiating a shimmery reflection against the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm leaving in the morning," sadness seeps into her voice.

My smile slips away as my own sadness overcomes me, "I'm sorry Maya. This is all my fault."

"Don't say that," she begs. "It's not true," she shakes her head trying to convince me.

I walk closer to her, "I left you like a hundred messages." I walk even closer needing to be nearer to her, "And when you didn't call me back I thought that you were mad at me."

She gets up slowly moving towards me, "My parents blocked my phone."

"How did you get here?" I ask needing so badly to be in her arms.

She smiles still with moist eyes, "I'd say it took a village." She takes a step closer, "And a very tall ladder."

We both find humor in what she said but the overwhelming feeling of sadness cannot be shrouded. Still we giggle out loud trying to change the mood in the room. But there's no time for silliness, she's leaving tomorrow, she knows that and I know that. We need to make this moment count…

She steps past me closing and locking Spencer's door. She plays music from Spencer's laptop then she removes my denim jacket letting it fall to the floor revealing my thin purple camisole. Her hands slip to the sides of my temples carefully brushing the hair from my face looking intensely at me, her smile turning serious. She glides her hands down to my neck feeling my pulse flourishing from her touch. She looks into my eyes reflecting her true feelings from deep within her soul. I know she can see mine too. She caresses down my arms making me forget about the girls downstairs, making me feel like I am the only one who exists in her world and she in mine. We slowly put our arms around each other closing the gap between us, caressing up and down each other's bodies, resting our foreheads together, eyes closed just being in that moment…

I rest my chin on her shoulder holding her as close as I can, needing her body against me, needing to remember what she feels like, needing to remember what she smells like, needing to remember what she tastes like, needing to always remember everything about her…

I press the small of her back into me pursing my lips against her exposed shoulder as we continue to sway to the music. I need her to love me even though we haven't said the words but…we know. It has to be love. No one, not even Alison makes me feel like this, like she would do anything for me and she is. She is being sent away from me because of my mother. And she is accepting her punishment with dignity. I don't know if I could've done the same. That's why she is stronger than me. That's why she will do what needs to be done and then come back to me. That's why I could never see myself with anyone other than Maya…

I kiss her shoulder once more as my lips drift over her warm, toffee skin bracing them to her neck for a very long moment. Tears form in my eyes with the realization that my body will be imprisoned, unable to be with her for several weeks and months. She pulls her head back, mine reacting to her motion, looking at her, wondering why she stopped my lips from pursuing her…

She cups my face with her delicate touch, "I want to be with you if you'll have me."

Those tears now fall down my face, "I want to have you and I want you to have me."

Her lips touch my tear stained cheeks, once on the right, once on the left, she finds my gaze and promises herself to me with just a look. I take a breath acknowledging that promise and in turn promise myself to her. She smiles in acceptance. Her lips gently graze mine. I revel in the touch of her soft pliable lips so meaningful, so full of desire, so perfectly connected to mine. But once again she pulls away and I know I give her a look that says "what are you doing, don't stop." She giggles a little at my disappointment…

"What's so funny?" I ask quite seriously.

"You, you act as though I'm done with you," she pushes my hair behind my ear.

"Then why did you stop?" I ask with a furrowed brow.

"I want to be with you. I want to take off your clothes. I want to kiss you on more than just your lips. I want to have you one last time before I'm gone," she pleads her case quite successfully.

My breathing intensifies, "Oh god yes. I'm yours Maya, please have me…"

Our lips ravage, our tongues cruise, and our mouths exploit what our bodies' desire. We break away to catch our breaths. I feel her hands snake up my sides bringing my camisole over my head tossing it to the floor. She slips her slender fingers under the strap of my bra lifting it from my shoulders to fall against my toned biceps. The top of my breasts spill out from their security her eyes wandering to my cleavage. Her lips replace her gaze as her eyes look up at me. She takes me by the waist pulling me into her causing a natural arch in my back pushing my breasts fully against her lips. She takes my spilling flesh between her teeth leaving tiny bite marks making me breathe heavier feeling moistness seep from below. Her hands travel up my back unclasping my bra, freeing me to be enjoyed to my fullest potential. Her full bottom lip caresses my nipple causing it to spring towards her open mouth. She does not miss a beat as her mouth captures my arousal licking and suckling me into the next level of my desire for her...

Her hands cup my breasts. Her thumbs caress over them, keeping them firm and awakened.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"Maya, I want this. God, you can see my body wants this too," my lips part to take a much needed breath.

Her hands unbutton and unzip my jeans. But I stop her from removing them. I want to do it. I shimmy my jeans down my thighs and while she watches, Maya takes off her army green vest and pulls her black camisole over her head, both dropping to the floor. I kick off my boots before I shimmy the rest of the way out of my jeans. I look up just in time to see her strong feminine body step out of hers leaving just her bra and panties but within the blink of an eye her bra releases her. She steps towards me. I'm feeling light headed as I lean my bottom against the bed. Her body, like a magnet draws itself to me. Her nipples rising into me, her mouth attracting to mine until our lips seduce one another into our final goodbye…

Maya's fingers tug at the waist line of my panties as I scoot on top of the bed watching her slowly and captivatingly remove them from my shaking body. As I try to move towards the head of the bed her hands stop me. My chest is heaving. She tells me to breathe in slowly and out slowly while the backs of her hands caress the tops of my thighs slipping between my knees gently pushing them apart. I do what she wants unable to stop myself from watching what she is about to do to me…

Her arms extend under the bend in my knee keeping her balanced to kiss my inner thighs softly taking my delicate caramel skin between her teeth tugging gently all the way down to my heated center. My back arches, my breathing increases but she doesn't kiss me there. She starts again from the top of my inner knee on the other leg working her way quite arduously to where I need her to be…

Tiny moans surrender from my body responding to every kiss and lick and tug knowing full well where those lips and tongue and teeth will end up…

Her kiss so calm, so cool yet so passionate. Her lips journey up and down my slit, until her fingertips pull my skin taut, conceding my own passion for her. She kisses me deeply over and over. My walls pulsate her tongue stiffens. I must thrust against her. I need to feel her inside of me. I need to give myself to her more now than ever before…

My body cooperates with her motion transcending itself into a fruition of exhilarated utterances. She kisses to above my crease flattening her tongue against me licking to my navel over and over across my lower abs. She licks one last time over my slit tasting me, reveling in my delight. She stands up. I push myself back to the headboard. She slips out of her panties. She climbs onto the bed. She's over me on all fours staring into my eyes. Unhurriedly, she lowers herself to my lips. We kiss. I taste her diligence. Our tongues tap, our lips meet, our desire heightens…

She slips one leg between mine dropping her sweetness onto me, the length of her body falling onto mine. She moves comfortably over me. My leg naturally firms itself against her wanting her to have what she just gave to me. Her face is directly over mine. Our eyes locked. Our breathing is impassioned. Her lips part as the sounds of her bliss transport from deep within her body. I can feel her moistness and mine as I too feel her pleasure…

Our bodies entwined, our lips ravenous, holding onto each other not wanting to let go. Not wanting for this to end. Not wanting to be apart for as long as we are forced to be. Our bodies heat up as we love each other in every way we know how, not leaving one inch of our bodies untouched. Needing hours upon hours to remember how our bodies fit perfectly, how our hearts beat in sync, how our touches leave the other wanting more, how I just don't want to let go…

We're lying on our sides facing each other. A tear falls from my eye to the pillow as I try to smile, to make it all better but it's hard. She's leaving and I can't keep her here any longer. She pushes my hair away memorizing the curve in my lips, the contour of my face, the arch in my brow, the crook in my smile, the shape of my eyes and how they look so deeply into her soul…

"Baby, I'm coming back," she assures me.

"It's not that," I try to look away but she won't let me. She lifts my chin to look at her, "What if you meet someone while you're there?"

"Em," she laughs.

"It's not funny," I scold.

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. You're all I need. I'm not going to forget about you. I'm gonna do my time so we can be together again," she promises.

"But how do you know. How do you know we can survive three months apart?" I ask doubtful.

"Because it's only three months. And besides, who in this town are you interested in sleeping with besides me?" she asks coyly.

"Oh my god, you're so cocky. But you're so right too," I giggle a little giggle.

"Emily, I'm going to come home for you. I promise."

"Oh Maya, how did this happen?" I wonder out loud.

"I was careless. We can't afford to be careless. Not in front of your mom or –A or anyone else for that matter," she warns.

"If only my mother…."

"Em, it's done. If it wasn't her then it would probably be -A. I know what I have to do and I can do this knowing that you're mine," she says adamantly.

"I am. No one could borrow my heart, not even for a month or two or ever. I am with you Maya, only you," I commit.

"Good. I'm glad we settled that," she kisses my forehead.

We both laugh this time.

"Em, promise me something."

"Anything."

"That you'll stay close to Aria and Spencer and Hanna while I'm gone. Who knows what –A will have up her sleeve to try to come between us. Em, you can't let her," she holds the side of my cheek gliding her thumb across it.

"I won't let her. I promise. And I promise to stay close to the girls."

"Okay then, it's time to get dressed. I have to go now."

"Just a little while longer. Please," I plead with puppy dog eyes.

"Just a little while longer," she kisses me.

I turn my back to her. She wraps her arms around me and I hold onto her so tight not wanting to let her go. She kisses my cheek then rests it against mine…

I love you…

This is how it's supposed to be…

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The End…

I always intended to end this story here. It was never about -A or who -A is. It was always about showing how Maya fit perfectly in all the episodes she wasn't in. Maya got her storyline...the one she deserved. I hope you agree that Maya could have been an integral part of this show.

Thank you for reading this story.