Finding my angel, facing my demon

I do

"I am absolutely and completely serious. We dealt with things, at least as well as we can for the time being. I love you Alison DiLaurentis."

I leaned in and kissed her like I hadn't done since before the fight. I melted my lips to hers and didn't pull away after a mere second. When Alison realized what I was implying, her fingers were immediately on my face deepening our kiss. My hands sat on the swell of her ass as I pulled her closer to me and her fingers trailed across my neck and cheeks as we kissed. Our tongues glided together doing a familiar, yet recently missed, dance. When we finally pulled apart, I looked at her with a smile and stepped back. As soon as she had free space she turned and moved all the pans off the stove before turning off all the burners.

"No breakfast then?" I asked with a sly smile. Alison was back in my arms as soon as she had finished with the dishes.

"There will be breakfast eventually but for now I will be the only one eating anything." Alison kissed at my chin before running her tongue along my jaw. I laughed again and she repeated her moist assault, this time on my cheek.

I busted out laughing and Alison looked on in wonder. "I wish you could feel the way I feel about you. If you could see into my heart for just one second then you would never again worry about me leaving you. I have never been with anyone else who licked my cheek for the hell of it." I told her.

"That's because no one loves you like I do." Alison said confidently before taking another swipe at me with her tongue.

"Take me to bed, Alison." I whispered to her. She smiled and took my hand, leading me exactly where I had asked her.

In the back of my mind I had a brief thought, and when I say brief I mean it was there then it instantly wasn't. I wondered if Alison and I loved each other too much. If Hanna had been right to be worried so long ago. Sometimes the love I felt for Alison was great I thought my chest would explode. I would give anything for Alison, I would give everything. She knew my every accomplishment and every failure. She loved me despite them sometimes even because of them. But like I said, the thought was only fleeting then I returned to reality where a gorgeous blonde, whom I was madly in love with, was leading me to bed.

Alison ripped my clothes off of my body before I even had a chance to try to do it myself. When I reached out to help with hers she shook her head slightly and pushed my back softly against the bed. I complied and watched as she slowly and seductively. Her shirt came off first, slowly over her head. She tossed it in my direction and I couldn't help but smile. It smelled like her and it was slightly warm. Next came her shorts. She unbuttoned them painstakingly slow then ran her finger along the zipper before tugging on the metal to free herself from it. The shorts fell to her feet and she stepped out it with one foot and with the other foot she tried to kick the pants to me as well. Unfortunately she missed me entirely and ended up hitting a lamp on one of the night-stands, knocking it over to the ground where it shattered. I fell back into the bed laughing and I instantly felt Alison lying next to me with her back flat against the mattress. When I looked at her face it was flushed red with embarrassment.

"I can't believe I did that. I was trying to be sexy but I'm such mess. I just wanted to make it perfect for you. This is the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. " When I looked over at her I noticed her eyes were shut tight, trying to forget what had just happened. I rolled over and placed kisses on her collar bone while I spoke.

"It's not THE most embarrassing moment of your life. There was the time you spilled a strawberry daiquiri all over your white dress pants. It was at my dad's house, remember? It was for the fourth of July."