My Brother's Girlfriend (Emison)

Chapter 14

alison pov

i woke up the next morning to an empty bed.

i felt scared. that maybe this whole time i had been dreaming. maybe i am not in paris with emily. that i am at my house all alone.

but that thought was quickly washed from my brain as a door opened and i was met with a wide smiling emily fields.

"hey there sleepy head." she said, a towel around her body.

she rubbed a towel on her head to dry it slightly and i tilted my head, focusing on her body as she adjusted the towel to her waist, her breasts out in the open and i quirked an eyebrow up in the air.

"morning." i said and she chuckled, "how'd you sleep? cause you know, i had this dream where last night i was in paris with this girl, crazy beautiful too, and we kissed and you know...did the dirty." she said and winked and i giggled, sitting up straight now and said, "i had a similar dream. except my person wasn't pretty."

emily laughed, "oh really?"

i bit my lip and nodded, "and she was sort of bad in bed..."

emily smirked and got on the bed, "yeah? how bad?"

i stared into her dreamy brown eyes, "very bad."

she nodded and trailed her fingers up my arm and said, "so this person was very bad in bed?"

i nodded.

"and not pretty?"

i grinned, "nope. my person wasn't pretty. she was sexy as hell and very badass."

emily let out a heavy laugh and kissed my lips, "what was her name?"

"emily something. you know i never get the last name." i said and acted like i was stressed and emily formed her lips into a wide O.

"oh yeah?"

"yep."

emily's lips formed into a wide, sinister grin.

"how about...now!" 

i squealed loudly as emily's fingers tickled me.

she got my sides, my arm pits, my stomach.

i screamed, "EMILY! STOP! I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"does this emily have a last name now?" she said.

i giggled as she stopped and i took a breath.

"tickling me won't help me remember." i said and she went back at it and i screamed, 

"EMILY STOP!!!!"

=^.^=

"so what are doing today?" i questioned as we ate breakfast in the buffet.

"well. we can do whatever you desire ms. dilaurentis." she said and i raised my eyebrow, "i desire for you to chew with your mouth shut."

she sneered at me and opened her mouth wide and exaggerated the chewing sound while eating and i groaned and looked away, "you're sick."

she laughed, "alright. well. since it is the day after christmas and our christmas sort of sucked ass-"

"not true. i spent mine with you and it was quite the event." i said as-a-matter-of-factly.

she smirked at me and shook her head, "besides the sex...part. whatever. moving on."

i laughed at her and she smiled.

"we can go...oh! i know this amazing ice skating rink i know you'll love."