Infatuation (PLL Emison AU)

Control

A/N: In keeping with the creepy aspects of the books/show (NAT for one) there will continue to be storylines that are triggering. While not graphic, it can be upsetting. Just want everyone to tread carefully.

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Chapter 18:

Control

Alison sauntered through the kitchen in her bathrobe eating breakfast. The energy from their morning love-making had left her ravenous. She'd already eaten with Emily, but her body craved more.

For a long time she'd had a fear of eating too much, because her parents had instilled in her that she would get fat and ugly. They'd always been concerned about her looks. She looked at large portions as a hearty "fuck you" to her mom and dad now. Beauty was only skin deep.

You two were ugly as fuck inside.

She grabbed a strip of bacon and took a bite as she pulled her laptop to the edge of the table. She was scouring the news for clues. Her girlfriend was on the hunt for a killer, and it wasn't her. That meant that she had to find the psychopath first.

She would protect Emily with her life. She'd found someone she would not only kill for, but someone she would die for. Now that she had love in her life she was not going to let some two-bit hack copycat come between them.

"The question is what to do with you when I find you..." Her fingers hovered over her trackpad on her laptop.

She pulled up a dark web portal that gave her access to police files.

"I really should do something about that once this is all over. Emily and Toby deserve better than some insider leaking information." But for now it served a greater purpose.

She was reading what people were saying about the newest murders. She had a lot of adoring fans.

Is it one of you doing this?

She was hoping that one of the freakshows on the board would brag about the kill, but she didn't see anything she hadn't seen before.

Wish I could shake this guy's hand.

Our boy struck again!

Cops are chasing their tails. No way they'll find him. He's too smart.

He. Him. He.

She wanted to scream. They were probably a bunch of virgins sitting in their mother's basements who would shit their pants if they ever came face to face with her.

She logged out of the site and cleared everything on the incognito browser. She used an app that wiped all traces of her suspicious activity.

She angrily chomped down on the bacon. She could still taste the remnants of Emily's lips on hers. It made her smile.

They'd been having sex for months, but what they'd done an hour ago transcended everything. It had started out as a distraction. Alison didn't want to think about her nightmare. It was scary being naked, metaphorically, in front of someone. What made it worse was that she didn't remember any of it. What if she'd said something that incriminated herself?

That was the most worrisome thing about getting so close to Emily. She'd gone sixteen years without slipping up. She couldn't start now.

She turned her laptop off and closed it. Then she polished off the bacon and had a bagel before heading up the stairs to get ready for work.