Hold Me Down

Chapter 17

Emily lets out a squeak of surprise but allows herself to be pushed against the bathroom wall as Alison kisses her, the blonde's hands in her hair guiding them back against the cold tile.

Her heart thunders in her chest and she swears she can feel herself go weightless from the shock of Alison's lips on hers. As Alison deepens the kiss, Emily's eyes fall closed and she breathes a contented sigh, selfishly allowing herself to find comfort in the feel of Alison's mouth against hers—if only for a moment.

"Ali! What are you doing?" Emily gasps out when Alison finally breaks the kiss.

Despite the loss of lip-to-lip contact Alison remains dangerously close, the blonde's mouth hovering inches away from Emily's. The proximity makes Emily's head foggy and if she's going to regain her composure and maintain control of the situation, she really needs to put some distance between herself and Alison. But Alison's hands are still tangled in her hair and she can't quite make herself move.

Alison's breathing is erratic and her eyes don't meet Emily's as she starts to speak in a low rushed murmur. "Spencer's right. I can't erase what happened but I can fix it. We can fix it."

"Fix what?" Emily asks.

Alison's hands fall away from Emily's head and drop to fumble hastily with the drawstring of the brunette's track pants.

"Alison."

Before Emily can recover from the shock of the taste of Alison's lips and the sensation of her nimble fingers pulling at her waistband, Alison is leaning in once again and capturing Emily's mouth in another heated kiss.

Alison's tongue slips into Emily's mouth with urgency and silences her. Without a word, the blonde pulls back from Emily's mouth and drags her lips across her jaw and down to her neck. The sensation draws a throaty moan from Emily's parted lips as she starts to feel a familiar sensation building from within.

Emily's cheeks burn at how eager she sounds and her subtle embarrassment is enough to break her out of her Alison-induced daze.

"Spencer's right about what? Ali? You're not making any sense," Emily manages to get out as Alison continues to work her mouth against Emily's neck.

Alison doesn't respond but instead slips her hand inside Emily's pants with purpose, a determined but distant look on her face as she finds her destination.

Emily's hands remain awkwardly at her sides as if she's afraid to touch Alison in return, but her body instinctively makes room for the blonde, welcoming the feel of heart-shaped lips on her skin and the touch of gentle fingertips against her core.

A part of Emily wants to keep her mouth shut and let this play out—let Alison ravish her and hope it means they can move on and that the worst is behind them. But even though Alison is the aggressor in the situation, Emily still feels like she'd be taking advantage of the other girl if she allows this continue.

Maybe it's the look in Alison's eye—the look Emily can only recall seeing on Alison's face a handful of times in the past—times when Alison was at her most scared and desperate place—or maybe it's their twisted history of push and pull—but Emily knows she has to stop this. If she's changed at all, she needs to put an end to it now.

"Ali, what's going on? Are you okay?" Emily asks. She braces a hand against Alison's shoulder and tries to get the blonde to meet her eyes but Alison remains determined in her task.

"Meaningless sex with random people isn't going to help. It needs to mean something. It needs to mean something with you. Then it'll be okay," Alison mumbles, more to herself than to Emily as her hand continues to rub Emily through her panties.