Prompt: Requested by Leapyearbaby29 (Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars)

Emily doesn't know how to control herself. Because it seems to be wrong to her. But, oh so right. For many reasons, she has Ben. Her boyfriend, who somehow just doesn't satisfy her the way she thinks only one person could. That one forbidden person. Alison. Another reason, her best friend and potentially someone she loves much more than a friend. And thats when she knew she was treading dangerous waters. She shouldn't feel like this towards her friend. But thinking about the blonde was just enough for Emily to feel things.

Emily was way out of Alison's league. She was a grade younger than her, but if feels as if Alison is so much older. Mature. Wiser. From the looks of the amount of college parties she's invited to despite being in junior year, she'd blend right in. She was totally into boys from all the guys she happens to have gone on dates with, whereas Emily wasn't so sure where she stood on the radar.

So that leads up to this moment in time where she finds herself thinking of forbidden thoughts of Alison with her hand trying to satisfy her lower region. And that's when Emily went in too deep. Literally because in that moment where the one person she was thinking about, just so happens to walk in uninvited, she just wanted to drown.

"Hey Em!- Whoa." Alison said in a surprised tone and her signature smirk she'd pull whenever she's got a good lie to keep.

"Oh my god, Alison!" Emily rolled off her bed and ran her (clean) hand through her hair. Feeling her face redden in embarrassment, she decided to stay seated on the opposite end of the bed, her back facing Alison who stood by the doorway.

"Damn, Em. I seriously never expected this from you." Alison teases. But sensing Emily's discomfort from the silent response, Alison sighs and decides to take a different approach. "Hey, Em." Alison says as she reaches the other side of the bed, taking a look at Emily's face. Silent tears were slowly formulating, with her flushed red cheeks. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in a messy state.

"It's not a big deal, Emily. I do it too you know." Alison winks, but Emily just looks away.

"Okay, who was it? Hmm? Was it Noel?" Emily stays quiet, confirming her answer.

"Sean? No offence Em, but that's Han's ex." Emily gives her the "what the hell" frown, but stays silent earning a chuckle from Alison.

"Oh, was it Mr Ftiz. He's pretty cute, you know." No response.

"Ben, even?" Alison says, although she doesn't realise the name was said through gritted teeth. Alison notices a slight shift in the glint of Emily's brown eyes. Like it was guilt, shame, telling Alison that it wasn't Ben.

"Was it a girl?" Alison asks, the ultimatum. That definitely caused Emily to spur, averting eye contact with Alison, Emily looks away and gets up from the bed ready to leave. However, Alison's hand holds a firm grip on Emily's wrist, causing the brunette to face her.

"Hey, Emily. Look at me. It's okay, just sit with me." Alison comforts as she pulls her favourite swimmer onto the bed with her. "It's okay if it was a girl." Alison says sincerely but Emily's face goes pale. She's nervous, scared, ashamed. All of the above. Reacting to her overwhelming emotions, Emily tries to pry away from Alison's grasp but her hold is strong. Firm enough to even break Emily's wrist.

"Can I ask, was it Spencer?" Emily, knowing she physically can't get out of the situation stays silent.

"Hanna?"

"It's Aria." Alison concludes, expecting to get a reaction out of Emily somehow but to no avail.

With a bold voice however, quite nervous herself, Alison realises there was only one candidate left. "Is it me?"

Emily is struggling at this point, squirming away from Alison's firm hold. But her actions betray her when she realises she's nodding. She can't lie to Alison DiLaurentis. Ever.

"Emily, just calm down. I don't hate you or anything." Emily turns to face Alison. "Do you have a crush on me?"

Emily nods, too shy and scared to speak at all. She turns away from Alison, too ashamed to look at the girl she was fantasising about. Alison didn't deserve that at all.

Alison cups Emily's chin and makes the brunette turn to look at her. "Emily, listen to me. It's okay to be confused and have a different sexuality. It's completely normal for many girls to be feeling this way and not knowing."

Alison's hold is released, and she looks at her hands in Emily's realising that she's rubbing comforting circles with her thumb on the back of Emily's hand. "How long, Emily?" Alison asks.

"Since I first met you." Emily finally speaks in a fragile tone that gets Alison, every single time.

"You know, Em. You're my favourite." Alison says. And that's what gets to Emily. It was platonic feelings. Unrequited. That's all she'll ever be.

Emily sighs and looks away, "But not in that way." Unable to control her frustration, Alison turns Emily to look at her for the fourth time that night. When Emily turns, Alison realises how close their proximity was, and without wasting any time; Alison finally kisses Emily.

Emily lets out a surprised gasp at the sudden action, trying to process this moment and getting it to stay in her memories permanently. The way Alison's tongue slowly teases her way into Emily's mouth. And how perfect their lips mashed together despite the awkward clinking of their teeth.

Slowly, Alison lowers herself on top of Emily with their legs intertwined. Alison pulls away for breath and has a predatory glint in her eyes, before lowering her position.

"A- Alison? What are you doing?" Emily says as she props herself on her elbows.

"I'm finishing what you've started."