The apartment was dark and quiet when they entered it, and their footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors. They removed their shoes and the blonde locked the door behind them, sliding off Emily's leather jacket from her shoulders and hanging it up on the hook at the entrance. She then laid her small purse on the table by the door, placing the apartment key inside.
She looked around. Streaks of lights shined from the large windows every time a car passed by in the street below. The road outside was still bustling even at this time.
They had managed to pass through a tiny supermarket right down the street from them for a few small things for tomorrow like ground coffee and sugar before they went up to the apartment. She watched as Emily went to the kitchen and placed the thin grocery bag on the counter.
She walked over to her, thinking it was funny that neither of them thought to turn on the lights, like they instinctively knew that what they were planning to do now didn't require much lighting.
The cab ride home was filled with gentle hand squeezes and soft smiles, high off of their confessions of love to one another. But now, Alison saw the way Emily's dark eyes were studying her, taking note of her body in every step she took. The air was charged when she stopped in front of the brunette, electricity flowing through them and enlivening the stillness of the apartment.
Alison's gaze drank in the sight of Emily in that dress, it still made her heart jump every time she looked at it. It was just like how she felt about Emily's body; She knew what it looked like under her clothes, exposed and bare, but every single time she saw Emily naked, she was blown away again.
She stood slightly on her toes now that she was devoid of her heels again, and brought her face to Emily's, planting a soft, teasing kiss on her lips. She adored how Emily's lips were always tender and ready to be kissed. She kept their faces inches apart as her finger trailed teasingly down Emily's front, passing over the valley between her breasts and down the length of her luscious body over the dress, reaching just above Emily's core, blocked by the fabric.
Emily's eyes fluttered, a dazed heaviness settling over her under Alison's commanding touch. Something had shifted in Alison tonight. The air between them felt thicker, charged with an intensity that left Emily feeling pinned, entirely willing to surrender every ounce of control to Alison.
Her gaze dipped to Alison's lips just as Alison licked them. Drawn in, Emily reached out, gently cupping her chin to trace the soft, pink swell of her lower lip with her thumb. That single touch snapped whatever thread of patience Alison had left.
She closed the distance, pressing her lips to the delicate column of Emily's neck. The kisses were hot and demanding, traveling down to her collarbone before Alison's tongue carved a torturous, wet path back up to her jawline. A muffled, desperate whimper tore from Emily's throat, a sudden rush of heat pooling low in her stomach.
"I've waited for this moment all night," she whispered huskily in Emily's ear, her tone deliberate.
Emily finally found her footing, lust swimming in hooded eyes as she slid her hand into Alison's lush hair and brought their lips together. Alison moaned at the rough kiss. She could feel Emily's passion as the brunette took a few small steps forward, forcing her against the cold surface of the refrigerator. She groaned at the slight pain from the hard feel on her back, hearing a clink on the floor from where the single magnet that was hung on the fridge fell down. But she lost all of her senses when Emily slid her tongue into her open mouth, exploring it greedily.
Alison melted against her, a deep heat pooling within her as she wrapped both arms securely around Emily's neck. She pulled the brunette flush against her, so close she could feel the frantic, racing beat of Emily's pulse. Emily surged forward, pressing her weight into the kiss until the refrigerator shuddered against Alison's back.
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The English Teacher ➳ Emison
FanfictionEmily Fields, 17, thought her senior year at Rosewood High would be smooth sailing - with a Stanford swim scholarship in her back pocket and plenty of time to hang out with her three best friends, she had even looked forward to it. But things take a...
