EMILY'S POV
"Mam'selle? Un Perrier pour moi, un Coco Cola light pour ma femme, s'il vois plait. Et Quelque chose a manger ... laissezmoi voir la carte"
Alison speaking fluent French wakes me. My eyelashes flutter in the glare of the sun, and I find Alison watching me while a liveried young woman walks away, her tray held aloft, her high blonde ponytail swinging provocatively.
"Thirsty?" Ali asks.
"Yes" I mutter sleepily.
"I could watch you all day. Tired?"
I flush. "I didn't get much sleep last night"
"Me neither" She grins, puts down her phone and stands. Her boobs bounce as she stands. Ali strips herself of her short. I lose my train of thought.
"Come for a swim with me" She holds her hand out while I look up at her, dazed. "Swim?" She says again, cocking her head to one side, an amused expression on her face. When I don't respond, she shakes her head slowly.
"I think you need a wakeup call" Ali claims.
Suddenly she pounces and lifts me into her arms while I shriek, more from surprise than alarm.
"Ali! Put me down!" I squeal.
She chuckles. "Only in the sea baby girl"
Several sunbathers on the beach watch with that bemused disinterest so typical, I now realize, of the French as Ali carries me to sea, laughing and wades in.
I clasp my arms around her neck. "You wouldn't." I say breathlessly, trying to stifle my giggling.
She grins. "Oh, Emmy, baby, have you learned nothing during the time we've been together?" She kisses me and I seize my opportunity, running my fingers through her hair, grasping two handfuls and kissing her back while invading her mouth with my tongue. She inhales sharply and leans back, eyes smoky but wary.
"I know your game" She whispers and slowly sinks into the cool, clear water, taking me with her as her lips find mine once more. The chill of the Mediterranean is soon forgotten as I wrap myself around my beautiful wife.
"I thought you wanted to swim" I murmur against her mouth.
"You've very distracting" Ali grazes her teeth along my lower lip. "But I'm not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes of passion."
I run my teeth along her jaw, not caring a dime for the good people of Monte Carlo.
"Ali" Ali groans. She wraps my ponytail around her hand and tugs gently, tilting my head back, exposing my throat. She trails kisses from my ear down to my neck. "Shall I take you in the sea?" She breathes.
"Yes" I whisper.
Ali pulls away and gazes down at me, her eyes warm, wanting and amused. "Mrs Fields DiLaurentis, you're insatiable and so brazen. What sort of monster have I created?"
"A monster fit for you. Would you have me any other way?"
"I'll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But not right now, not with an audience" She jerks her head towards the shore.
Sure enough, several sunbathers on the beach have abandoned their indifference and now regard us with interest. Suddenly, Ali grabs me around my waist and launches me into the air, letting me fall into the water and sink beneath the waves to the soft sand below. I surface, coughing, spluttering and giggling.
"Alison!" I scold, glaring at her. I thought we were gonna 'love it up' in the sea ... and chalk up a first. She bites her lower lip to stifle her amusement. I splash her and she plashes me.
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How About Forever? (Sequel)
RandomNow, Finally together, Alison and Emily have wealth, love, passion, intimacy and a world of infinite possibilities. But just when it seems that they really do have it all, misfortune and fate combine to make Emily's worst nightmares come true...
