The English Teacher ➳ Emison

Chapter 8 | Tucked Away

Emily's eyes fluttered open slowly, waking to the soft warmth of the morning sun filtering through the small gap in the curtains. The rain from the night before had cleared, leaving a crisp blue sky as a serene backdrop. She blinked, gathering her senses, as her gaze drifted over Alison's tastefully designed living room, now bathed in daylight. Everything felt calm, peaceful, and utterly still.

She glanced down to find that the weight she felt on her chest was Alison's head. The blonde lay curled up against her, her head resting lightly on Emily's chest, rising and falling with every breath. Alison's arm draped snugly around her waist, pulling them close, skin on skin, completely bare under the blanket that Alison had tossed over them before they'd collapsed, exhausted, in the early hours of the morning.

From this angle, with the soft early light hitting her face, Alison almost looked younger, her usual features relaxing into something more delicate. For a moment, Emily wanted to trace her fingers along every line of that serene face, memorizing the calmness of it.

Everything from last night replayed in vivid flashes—Alison's fingers inside her, the intoxicating taste of her on Emily's lips, the way Alison had whimpered into her mouth, those quiet moans they had shared, swallowed by their deep kisses. It all felt like a surreal, perfect dream.

A soft smile curved on Emily's lips as she lowered her face to a sleepy Alison's forehead, planting a gentle kiss there. The blonde made a tiny, sleepy sound, scrunching her face in an adorable expression, but she didn't wake. Emily took it as a sign to stay close, her own body still buzzing from everything they'd shared.

Letting herself drift off again, she felt the steady rhythm of Alison's breathing, her chest rising and falling against her, grounding her in the warmth of the moment.

The next time Emily woke, it was from the feeling of Alison shifting beside her. She opened her eyes just in time to see Alison blink groggily, her gaze flickering around the room as she adjusted to being awake. Then, as if drawn by instinct, Alison nuzzled back into Emily's sternum, settling with a sleepy sigh.

"Hi," Emily said quietly with a small grin, running her fingers tenderly through Alison's hair.

Alison's response was a soft smile, one that lit up her entire face despite her sleepy state. The way Emily's fingers combed through her hair made her want to purr, the sensation wholly comforting.

Waking up in Emily's arms like this felt unreal. The night before had been beyond her wildest expectations, with the two of them finally succumbing to the strong desires that had been pulling them. Alison had cast aside every thought of consequence and rationality, letting herself be fully consumed by the passion of the moment without the barrier of self-judgment. And the result—hours of pleasure and satisfaction—was more than she could have imagined.

Lying there, wrapped in Emily's warmth, Alison realized just how deeply her feelings had intensified. If she had craved Emily before, that hunger had now grown into something far more powerful. There was no turning back from this.

"Hi," she blinked tiredly, her thumb lazily tracing circles on the soft skin of Emily's hip. Every small shift and movement reminded her of the pleasantly sore ache between her legs—a lingering sensation from last night. She pressed a gentle kiss to Emily's shoulder, her voice soft and warm as she mumbled, "I had fun last night."

"I did too," Emily responded, her grin widening wistfully. The heat of Alison's body lulled her to a calm state. She could lie here forever, never moving, just soaking in this peaceful moment. "I can't stop thinking about it."

Alison flushed slightly at the comment for some reason, an unexpected shyness creeping into her tone. "I'd never done that with a girl before, you know."