Author's Note: Wrote this before this week's episode (6x07) so Emily and Sara's relationship isn't where it currently stands in the show. Not that this story is about Emily/Sara, because gross, no, but it does allude to their thing together, whatever it is. Also, I know a lot of people think Alison and Emily slept together in 5x05 but for the sake of this particular story, let's say they didn't quite get that far then.

For now I'm going to say this is a one-shot because I'm horrible at updating and completing my own stories. So technically this can stand on its own, but if I feel compelled to do so, I might add a few more chapters later on. Anyway, this is a bit dark, Emily in particular is pretty dark here, which I personally enjoyed writing because she's normally so sweet.

::Edited to add Trigger Warning for non-con elements::

Alison stands in front of her dresser, neatly tucking her freshly folded laundry into various drawers, when Emily barges into her room.

"Gees. Knock much?" Ali says, whirling around to look at the intruder.

Emily's face is dark and angry and Alison wonders what she could have possibly done now to piss off the brunette.

"Sara's gone!" Emily shouts at her.

"What?" Ali asks, setting down the pile of clothes in her arms to devote her full attention to her scowling friend.

"Sara," Emily clarifies, making her voice low and her words deliberate. "She left. Because of you."

"I don't even know Sara," Alison says dismissively, her hair flipping over her shoulder as she turns away from Emily in a huff. She does not appreciate Emily barging into her room and making ridiculous accusations against her, especially since Emily has barely spoken to her in weeks. Ali had tried to reach out to Emily a bunch of times since she and the guys had rescued the girls from the dollhouse, but the brunette has been avoiding her calls and texts. She didn't know what she had done to earn Emily's previous silence or her current wrath, but being shut out by her one-time best friend hurt more than she cared to admit.

Emily inches closer, her eyes fixed on the back of the blonde's head."Well, she's gone now. She went home to her alcoholic mother because Hanna and her big mouth told her I was only with her because I couldn't have you."

Alison looks shocked but somewhat pleased at the thought of Emily still wanting her. She turns back around to address Emily, failing to keep the hint of a smile off her face. "I don't know what you want me to say, Em. I didn't even know you two were together, it's not like you talk to me anymore, but I certainly did not have anything to do with her leaving."

"We're not together anymore. Because she thinks I'm using her as some sort of Alison DiLaurentis stand-in, just like your sick twisted brother did," Emily says sharply.

"Hey, watch it!" Alison warns, her temper flaring at the mention of the troubled older brother she never knew.

For a second the anger in Emily's eyes is gone, and in its place Ali can see that heart-shattering look of disappointment she's all too familiar with.

"Why do you have to ruin everything for me, Ali? Why can't you just let me be happy?" Emily asks, her voice straining with unshed tears.

"Of course I want you to be happy, Em. That's all I've ever wanted," Alison tells her sincerely.

"You're a liar. You want me to be miserable like you," Emily snarls back, easily finding her anger once again. "Well, too bad because I deserve to be happy and I'm going to find Sara and tell her that you mean nothing to me."

Alison sighs in frustration. "What is it with you and this girl? You barely know her, yet Spencer told me you've been blowing them all off to cater to Sara's every need."

Emily straightens up defensively. "I'm being supportive. She's been through a lot. She needs me."

"Or do you need her to focus on so you don't have to deal with your own shit?"

"Shut up," Emily growls.

"Oh, struck a nerve, did I?" Alison asks, her trademark smirk appearing for a moment before she slips back into a more neutral expression. "Is Sara even capable of being in a relationship with you right now? She seemed pretty messed up from what I saw."

"Shut up! You don't know anything about her," Emily snaps.

"I know she needs help. Real professional help. And she's not going to find that help in your pants, Em," Ali says.

"Fuck you," Emily bites out, her jaw clenching and her eyes narrowing into angry slits. She's so angry she's almost unrecognizable to Alison.

Alison steps closer to her angry friend and speaks softly. "Is it true? What Hanna said? That you were only with her because you can't have me?"

"I can have you," Emily says darkly, her eyes fixed on the blonde.

Alison raises an eyebrow at that, a hint of a smirk crossing her face before she sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, deciding this conversation isn't going anywhere good tonight. "Look, I'm sorry your girlfriend left but I had nothing to do with it. And I'm not going to stand here and let you blame me for something I had nothing to do with. Just go home, Em."

Emily remains unmoved, glaring at Alison from her spot in front of the bed.

"Or stay here and stare at me," Alison mutters dryly. She rolls her eyes at the brooding brunette before turning back to her dresser. She gathers up a pile of clothing from atop the dresser and starts to walk towards her closet to put them away. As she brushes past Emily, the swimmer grabs her arm and spins Alison to face her.

"What the hell," Ali cries out as the clothes tumble to the floor. "Now I'm going to have to re-fold those!"

Emily cuts her off with a hard quick kiss, pushing her hands into Ali's hair and roughly tugging her closer. "I can have you," she repeats, her voice low and threatening.

"Em, what are you..." Alison starts as she pulls away, but Emily interrupts her again with another kiss. It's rough and sloppy and dripping with desperation and Ali doesn't know what to think.

Emily's mouth is hot and hungry and her hands are still twisted in Ali's hair, tugging possessively as she circles Alison's tongue with her own. Emily breaks the kiss suddenly, dropping her hands to Ali's hips, turning them both and pushing Alison onto the bed with a grunt.

Alison falls back onto the mattress and props herself up on her elbows, looking up at her friend in a disoriented daze of dread and desire. "Emily, stop. Hold on. You're upset. Let's just talk about this."

"I don't want to talk," Emily tells her, climbing onto the bed and straddling her. "I want to fuck you."

Alison's eyes widen and her throat goes dry at the harshness of Emily's words and the weight of the swimmer's body over hers. She's never seen Emily like this, so angry and aggressive, and she can't quite decide if she feels degraded by Emily's words or incredibly turned on by them.

Emily eyes peer down at Alison like she's a predator marking her prey, her hands sliding under the blonde's shirt and squeezing greedily. Alison lets out a soft moan as Emily's hands cup her breasts over her bra.

Ali clears her throat, trying hard not to respond to Emily's touch. "Em-Emily. I-I don't think this is a good idea."

Ignoring Ali's protests, Emily grabs at the bottom of Ali's shirt and yanks it up over her head, tossing it on the floor behind her carelessly.

"I don't care what you think. For once, I'm going to use you," she says, leaning in to kiss Ali hard on the mouth. She trails her lips down the valley of Ali's breast and to her stomach.

Ali's breath hitches and her insides flip as Emily's teeth scrape against her stomach. She wouldn't mind Emily getting a little rough with her under different circumstances, in fact she finds Emily's forwardness kind of hot, but she doesn't want to be used. She was done using people and she was done being used. She wants to tell Emily to get the hell off of her, that she isn't going to let her use her like this, but Emily's mouth is hovering above her waist and she can't bring herself to utter the words.

Alison feels Emily tugging at her jeans and her stomach twists into knots. This feels wrong. This isn't how it's supposed to be with Emily. It's supposed to be slow and sweet and Alison is supposed to savor every moment of it. She closes her eyes and thinks of that night all those weeks ago, before prison and before the dollhouse, when Emily had kissed her softly, lovingly, in this very bed.

Once Emily has rid Alison of her jeans, she stands and pulls her own shirt over her head before pushing her shorts down to the floor and stepping out of them.

Alison swallows at the sight of Emily in just her bra and panties and moves back on the bed, welcoming the brunette as Emily settles between her legs.

Emily buries her head in the crook of Ali's neck, biting the soft flesh hungrily.

Ali cries out in pain as Emily starts to suck on the spot her teeth marked. "God, Em," she breathes out. She leans up and cups Emily's face in her hands, trying to capture the brunette's mouth in a kiss, but Emily pulls her head back and grabs Ali's wrists.

"I'm in control," Emily says, pinning Alison's hands beside her head and rocking her hips against the blonde's.

"Okay, baby, you're in control," Ali agrees with a moan.

Emily presses Alison's wrists further into the mattress. The pressure of Emily's hold is painful for the blonde and Ali whimpers in response.

"I wasn't looking for your approval," Emily snaps harshly as she continues to roll her hips against Alison's. She gives Ali a warning glare before she releases one of the girl's wrists and slides her hand down between their bodies. Ali shutters as Emily's fingers graze her panties. "Mmm. So wet," Emily whispers.

"For you, Em, all for you," Alison says, her voice thick with arousal and her blue eyes full of desire.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, slut?" Emily growls as she pulls Alison's panties down. "I don't know why I ever expected anything more from you, this is all you're good for."

Alison frowns in confusion as the knot in her stomach tightens and the ache in her chest deepens. The words sound wrong on Emily's lips. Her sweet Emily was not supposed to be saying such ugly things to her. She didn't like it. She had to stop this. "Em, wait."

Emily slips a finger into Alison and the blonde slams her eyes shut.

"Fuck. Em, baby," Ali gasps, momentarily forgetting how badly Emily had made her feel only a few seconds ago.

Emily adds another finger and starts moving in and out of Alison quickly. "Shut up. And I'm not your fucking baby."

Alison tells herself she wants this, always has, even if this wasn't how she had pictured it. Maybe this is what it'll take to even the score between her and Emily. Maybe Emily will forgive her if she lets her do this, lets Emily use her like this. Besides, if anyone deserved to be treated this way, it was her.

Ali takes a shaky shuttering breath as her hands clutch at her bed sheet desperately, Emily's fingers cruelly curling inside her, the brunette's hand moving at a punishing pace. Alison tells herself it'll be over soon, Emily will be done punishing her, and then her Emily, her sweet loving Emily, will come back to her.