Just another little smutty Paily one-shot. Hope you all enjoy. Reviews, favourites and follows are very welcome.

Thinking of writing a McHastings one-shot possibly two-shot. What are your thoughts?

Oh and I don't own Pretty Little Liars or any of the characters. I'm merely making them do naughty things.

I just couldn't concentrate on anything, no matter how hard I tried. There were books of every subject sprawled over my bed, however my notepad lay next to them every page empty. Every time I attempted to concentrate on anything, my mind would wonder to Paige. Glancing at my phone again only to find it blank, no messages unanswered, no missed calls, no voicemails waiting for me. Heaving a deep sigh, I forced myself off of my bed, untangling myself from the sheets and the mountain of books. Stretching lightly, I found myself wondering over towards the window seat. Collapsing onto it, staring glumly out of the window. I hadn't heard from Paige for two days now. I've racked my brain for hours trying to figure out why. We were in a good place, happy. There was no argument, no disagreement, not even an issue with A. Yet she wouldn't answer any text or call, she wouldn't answer her front door. I was beginning to really worry. I didn't want to express too much worry to any of my friends, looking like a crazed, over protective girlfriend wasn't something I wanted. I guess I'd just hope to see her at school tomorrow. I'm sure there's a good reason, maybe her dad confiscated her phone again? Wouldn't be the first time. Forcing myself to stop moping and clear my head, I head straight to my closet. Pulling off my shorts and vest top I'd been sleeping in, I grabbed a pair of running shorts, slipping on a sports bra and t shirt. Grabbing my headphones, and running trainers, I finally headed downstairs for the first time today. Running always helped to clear my head, and that is definitely what I needed to do right now. I quickly grabbed some water, shouting a 'see you later' to my mother over my shoulder, exiting the house in a rush.

The fresh crisp air felt good, wiping at my face, cooling me down as I ran, whilst helping to clear my thoughts and wake me up. For a while my mind felt clear, and free. No thoughts of A, of school, or of Paige. Clear to focus on my breathing, and only my breathing. It wasn't until I ran past a bench at the entrance to a trail in the woods, that Paige re entered my mind. Worry looming over my head. Engulfing me once again. Well that didn't last I thought to myself. I had this feeling in my gut, one that wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I would reassure myself. Paige was ignoring me. For some reason she was, if she was in danger, A would have surely contacted me. Gloated about having something to hold over me, forcing me to do something stupid and foolish. Anything to save the love of my life. No Paige wasn't in danger. My thoughts were interrupted as I find myself flying through the air, landing harshly on my stomach. Taking a moment to regain my composure, I push up with my hands resting on my knees. Wincing slightly when I take in a sharp breathe. I'm going to have a bruise now. Looking around I realise I must have forgotten to take a turn on the tail, leading me headfirst into the dense trees of the woods. How could I have not even noticed this? Standing up hesitantly, I notice a rather large tree branch jutting out from the ground. The culprit for my fall. Dusting myself off I decide I should probably head back before I get too lost. Something catches my eye as I begin to turn around, it looks like a little wooden hut. Hidden under a canopy of trees. Hesitating slightly I decide to go take a closer look. I looked like it has been used recently. Maybe some keen bird watcher? Or maybe another lair of A's? Reaching the door, I see it laying slightly ajar. A dim light is glowing. Pausing to take a deep breath, I push the door open with a shaking hand. Glancing around there is too much to take in. Pictures are mounted all over the walls, pictures of us, of Spencer, Hanna and Aria. Pictures of Toby, Caleb and Mona. Pictures of my mom and Ashley Mirran. Pictures of me. I step further into the small cabin, spinning myself around, trying to remember as much as I can. A small camp bed is pushed up against a wall, closest to the window. A desk, cluttered with more pictures, and tools stands in front of me. I reach out, slowly picking up the photo on the top. It's a photo of me, sleeping. A shiver runs down my spine, I feel nauseous. Violated. Someone has been in my house, my room while I sleep. Throwing the photo back on the table with disgust, I try to grab my phone from my pocket. Only it isn't there. I was in such a hurry to leave my own head, I hadn't even realised I'd left my phone. I'll just have to try and remember how to get here. Head straight to Spencer's house, she can send an SOS out to Aria and Hanna before we head back to the cabin. A's been here, living here even. We can finally catch another A. Maybe even put an end to this torturous situation. Turning quickly with the thought of running now, I find my exit blocked. A body, in jeans and a black hoody is standing at the door. My breath hitches, catching in my throat, I know that body. I may not be able to see her face, her body fully covered, yet I feel I know every inch of this new A.

"Paige?!" I breathlessly gasp, this can't be. My mind knows it's Paige, every fibre of my body knows this is Paige. Yet my heart is screaming no, not ready to shatter into a million pieces, never to be fixed. She lifts her face into the light, it's dim, but enough. Those eyes, once filled with such love and passion, look black and cold. Heartless, and empty. I can't breath, I can't move. My eyes are burning with unshed tear, tears I want to cry, yet don't want her to see.

"Going somewhere Emily?" Is this all she can say to me? No sorry, no it's a mistake. No smile on her face, only a cold and bitter smirk, one that seems to be toying with me. Begging me to break, do something, show her exactly how I feel. Yet I want to, I want to run, shout, and scream. I'm frozen, my eyes glued to her own. My vision blurring as the tears now overflow. She takes a step towards me, then another, tilting her head. That smirk still plastered on her face.

"No." It's the only word I seem able to pronounce. I need to move, I need to run. I will my mind and body to do something. Let the shock kick in later, after I'm away from her. Suddenly I feel my hand stinging, my palm red, a loud smacking sound ringing in my ears. Paige's hand is on her cheek, nursing it from the slap. Only she isn't shocked or upset, she's laughing. A cruel laugh escaping her lips. This isn't the Paige I know. Not the Paige I love, who would never hurt me, would do anything just for me.

"Wow! Em's didn't think you had it in you. I expected you to just start crying. I'm impressed." At this I finally feel something, the numbness slowly dissolving, making way for anger. Pure enraged anger, something I've never felt so strongly before. I clench my fists by my sides, aware of my actions this time, I throw my right fist straight into her mouth. Her teeth pierced my knuckle, her smirk no longer present. I finally take a breath, one I feel like I've been holding since I slapped her. Trying to find words, something to express my feelings, my rage, disappointment, anguish, anything. A fist is suddenly slammed into my already bruised stomach. Forcing me to hunch forward, gasping for air. Another hand grabs my hair, pulling me to stand, tilting my head back. I'm being pushed back towards the desk, my hands gripping at my stomach, breathing still eluding me. Paige's body is flush against my own now, trapping me against the table. Her hot breath on my ear.

"I've always loved it rough. Knew some day you would realise." She growls, licking at my neck, before biting down hard, making me wince in pain. I could feel adrenaline running through my veins. My heart pumping faster with every second. Paige began to suck on my pulse point. My mind is telling me to run, fight and run now. Yet my body won't listen. I just stand there and let her leave her mark, trail her tongue across my jaw. I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth. A pleasurable thirst running throughout my body. A throaty laugh, makes me open my eyes, looking straight into those coal black eyes. Although there is a spark this time. A sparkle for what I'm unsure. Lust? Passion? Fury? Certainly not love. Her lips smash against mine, her hand loosens slightly in my hair. Giving me a little freedom to move my head. Although I don't find myself pulling away, instead I move my lips with hers. She forces her tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly mingle mine with hers. Tasting a mix of iron and salt. I must have cut her lip with my fist. Paige dominates the kiss, I started to put up a fight, yet I allowed her to win. Something inside of me is enjoying the extreme dominance she is showing. My hands finally escape from between our bodies. Wrapping my arms around her waist as she pushed her body closer to mine, the desk starting to dig into my back. Paige bite my lip, a little harder than normal, tugging it slightly before releasing it. There is definitely lust shining in her eyes now. I thought I saw a glimpse the old Paige for a moment, only for her to hide away inside this demon. She lets go of my hair, her hands grabbing the hem of my t shirt, lifting it up over my breasts. Tilting her head, waiting to see if I'll allow her to continue.

"One last turn before the road? What do you say?" She asks, raising an eyebrow. I can't help but feel turned on. I shouldn't, I should be fighting her off me. Yet I don't want to. I want her to devour me one last time. Take me with all she has. I merely nod my head, lifting my hands above my head. The nod was enough, she lifts the t shirt over my head, throwing it to the floor. Making quick work to remove my bra, latching onto a nipple straight away. This time I feel my hand tangled up in her hair, another gripping onto the edge of the desk. I tug her hair hard, as she nips my nipple with her teeth, growling at me, before sucking viciously. I groan, tilting my head back, savouring the feeling of Paige on me once again. With a gentle lick, Paige lets go of my left breast only to start sucking hard against my right nipple. A hand cupping the back of my neck, fingernails digging into me, trailing down toward my shoulder. I wince once more at the pain. A wetness is pooling in my pants. My clit beginning to throb. I never realised, how rough Paige could be. Never realised how much I'd enjoy it. Paige's hand sneaks down my stomach, gripping onto the top of my shorts. She lets go of my nipple, a popping noise can be heard. Her tongue trailing down between my breasts, along the ridge of my toned stomach. My hand still tangled in her hair, is pushing her head further south. She stops to look up at me, that smirk back on her lips. Both her hands pull my shorts and pants down quickly letting me step out of them. Paige tosses them to the side with the other clothes. I'm now fully exposed, breathing heavily as I watch her stare at my lips coated with arousal. She licks her lips. Blowing her hot breath over my centre, making my hips thrust towards her slightly. She stands up, attaching her lips to mine again, once she was close enough to my face. Kissing me with as much force as last time. Her hands run over my back, down the side of my hips and over my cheeks. She grabs my thighs lifting me onto the table.

"She me how much you want it Em." Paige is mumbling against my lips. Pulling away, before lowering herself, facing my centre once more. "Show me!" She says more forcefully this time, her eyes looking up at mine. I push myself closer to the edge, to her mouth. Her lips are now just touching mine. I feel more aroused than I ever have been, wanting her lick me, take me. She doesn't move though. "Show …. me" She says for the last time, her voice vibrating throughout my body. I'm trembling, with excitement, or fear. I'm not too sure at this moment. I bring a hand to her head once more, pushing her into me, making her taste me. She laughs at this, another vibration ringing through my body. Only stopping to push her tongue out and take a long sweeping lick at my folds. I grip harder onto the table as she continues, my knuckles pale. Paige is kissing my clit, sucking her hard, before swiping her tongue over it again. She continues this pattern for a few minutes. Slowing slightly only when she brings a finger down to my hole. A finger thrusts in hard and deep. Making me groan loudly in pleasure, my hand pulls at Paige's hair. My hips start to move again her tongue. Paige pushes another finger into me, picking up the pace, pushing deeper and faster. I scream at the sudden change, my movements are erratic as I feel closer to the edge. Paige stops, as though sensing my urgency. She pulls out of me, standing up, grabbing my hips and pulling me off the table. Before I realise whats happening she pushes my body flush against the desk. My head is pushed down, my cheek lying on the cold surface. Paige brings a hand in between my hands again, forcing me to open my legs wider. Her fingers start to tease and circle my opening once more.

"Do you want to feel me again?" She asks. I close my eyes, moaning at the sensation in response. This is obviously not what she wanted to hear. Her other hand slaps my bum cheek hard, forcing a loud grunt from my throat.

"Yes," I finally respond, she won't give me what I need to finish until I answer her. "Yes!" I repeat forcefully, waiting to feel those fingers ride me again. only she doesn't. She swipes her fingers from my clit upwards, past my centre gathering my juices, towards my other opening. I gasp at the sensation. This is not something we have ever tried, although it was discussed very briefly once. Continuing to gather more of my arousal, she only circles the area. It feels good, I will admit. Not a sensation I want he to stop. Paige brings her finger to my centre, two fingers pushing in halfway,scraping my walls on the way out. She then spreads the juice on anus again. She does this a few times, leaving me panting and sweating on the table. Her fingers thrust into me once more, this time with a purpose. I find body pushing off the table only, for Paige to push me firmly against it once more. She curls her fingers hitting my G spot, I'm whimpering with every stroke.

"Oh god, oh god!" I find myself crying out loud, pushing my hips into her fingers with force. She removes her fingers once more leaving me groaning in frustration. I'm so close yet, never seeming to reach my goal. Once again Paige surprises me by pushing her fingers into me. Hopefully for the last time. Her pace just as fast and deep as before. Although, as my hips begin to buck once more, I feel her thumb pressing into my other opening slightly, It's wet and well lubricated. I now know what she was doing, before. The tip pressing in firmer, I gasp and wriggle under her hands as I feel her enter me up until her first knuckle. My moans grow louder as she begins to move her thumb with her fingers. Her other hand scratching down my back.

"Oh fuck!" I shout as her entire thumb enters me. Pulling out as her fingers thrust in, pushing back in as her

fingers pull out, continuing this pattern. This combination is driving me to see stars. My words catching in my throat, my back arching as I came hard a fast. Paige slows her movements, pulling out softly. Leaving a lingering kiss on my lower back. I just lay there clinging onto the desk, not trusting my legs to hold me just yet. I hear Paige moving away from me, the door opening, a cool breeze hitting my soaking centre.

"Tell no one about me being A. Or I'll destroy you Em. No I'll destroy Pam, then you." Paige threatens coldly, before leaving. I'm left to recover, and mull over my options. Now feeling empty and heartbroken, I lift myself up falling to floor in despair.