Emison: My Life Support

(4) It Gets Better

A/N: MATURE CHAPTER: I encourage you to listen to the songs that are in the story (they have the name and artist), it gives the full effect and helps imagine this scene better ;) enjoy!

Alison's Pov:

I woke to the sound of music. I reached for Emily, but she wasn't there. I assumed she was in the living room.

I got up slowly, I was sore. My stomach felt stiff, throwing up takes a lot out of you believe it or not. I walked over to the small bathroom connected to Emily's room. *Our room*. Oops. I keep forgetting.

I splashed water on my face, and looked at it. Ugly. Fat.

I kept repeating that to myself while looking at my horrid appearance. But as I was drying my face, I could hear the music getting louder. I laughed to myself. Emily is the type to blast music and not even notice how loud it really is.

I walked quietly and peaked my head out the door. There she was, paint brush behind her ear. Blinds open, the sun shining on her happy spirit. She was dancing around to her favorite song, Tear In My Heart by twenty one pilots. She absolutely loves that type of music.

She was painting something so interesting, it had colors and landscape on one side, and on the other, a grey and black desert.

Her favorite line in the song came on:

"You fell asleep in my car I drove the whole time
But that's okay I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine
I'm driving here I sit
Cursing my government
For not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement

You fell asleep in my car I drove the whole time
But that's okay I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine
I'm driving here I sit
Cursing my government
For not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement"

The way she jumped around and smiled when that part came on, gave me a reason to smile.

I tip toed over to her and came up behind her and kissed her on the cheek. While singing the line, "She's the tear in my heart, she's a carver, she's a butcher with a smile," she laughed and leaned into my hug.

I nudged her in the shoulder because I knew she was singing that to me. God this girl, I tell ya.

The next song came on, 11 something by Summerella Boissiere.

I started to walk into the kitchen, the music still blasting. Emily still singing. I got a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen counter. Watching her. Swaying her hips, her voice. Beautiful.

I stood up, about to walk back into her room to grab my glasses.

"Alison!"

"Wha-?"

She put down her colors and jumped into my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist. She was singing to me, swaying her head.

"It's only 11 somethin, but why does it feel like it's 2 somethin" she sung.

She was wearing an apron with a bunch of colors spread all over it. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun. These huge nerdy glasses that were so cute, and leggings.

I kissed her, spinning her around the room and laying her down on the couch. I kissed her on the neck, as her legs were grabbing for my hips while laying on the couch.

"Mmmm Ali..."

I smiled and started to go to the bedroom, but she grabbed my shirt.

"No" she pouted.

"Baby, I'm getting my glasses. I'm having trouble focusing on my hot girlfriend and I would like to see her more clearly."

"Oh, well in that case go get them because you look sexy in them." She said biting her lip.

I spanked her butt and walked away.

I was in the bathroom, adjusting my glasses. Putting on some makeup, I always feel so ugly in the morning.

I turned around and Emily threw me on her bed. Crawling above me, taunting me. I was so wet. We haven't had sex yet.

She was sucking on my ear lobe and stroking the outside of my boob.

"Mmmmm baby what are you doing to me." I said in pleasure.

The verse of the song came on, it's almost like in sync.

"It's me and you in this room, ain't no tellin what we are gonna do." Emily sang along with it while kissing. Every. Inch. Of. Me.

She was making me so needy for her, I wanted her inside me. The struggle.

She got off of me, it was quick. She went over to the side of her bed and pulled out an object that was white.

A joint.

She bit her bottom lip and laughed.

She took out a lighter and lit the end. The rolled up piece of paper hanging from the corner of her lip.

She set it down and came back on top of me.

She smiled as the song: Ride by twenty one pilots came on.

"I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ridddeeeee"

As that line played, she smiled and kissed me. Blowing the smoke out through her nose.

Her smoking was verryyyy attractive.

I couldn't help myself anymore. I grabbed her head and aggressively made out with her. Biting her bottom lip with my teeth. Wrestling my tongue with hers.

I pulled off her apron and threw it somewhere to the right of me. She pulled off her shirt slowly and threw it behind her. Our bodies desperate for each other's touch.

I was wearing a white t-shirt. It was very big on me.

Emily grabbed the hem of the shirt and ripped it straight down the middle. Slipping it off me.

She leaned down and kissed me. Our breasts barely touching because of the barrier of our bras. Our thighs protected by our leggings.

Emily smiled right in the middle of our kissing and got off the bed really quick and slipped off her leggings.

She grabbed mine and pulled them off from the end of the bed.

She climbed and grinded against me.

"God damn it Emily. JUST FUCK ME."

"Beg"

I leaned up and pushed her on her back. I was dominant now.

I pulled off her thong and spread open her legs.

She was soooooo ready, but I wasn't going to give it to her that easily.

I was kissing the inside of her thighs, as her cum was dripping all over the bed.

I was stroking her calves and kissing her feet.

"Ali pleaseeeeee"

I laughed, it's fun to torture her.

"Alright baby" I said inserting 2 fingers.

"MMMM AHHH ALI" she screamed.

A/N: Hey guys! I spent a lot of time thinking about this chapter and I hope you guys are liking this story! It's defiantly one of my favorites. Comment what you think :)