You're my slave

Chapter 24

"Please let me live."

"Please I beg you."

"No no no."

Alison squeaks in fear turning her head away from the scary movie in front of her. Only to find Emily looking at her with an eyebrow raised. "What?" Alison asks. "You can't be serious, that isn't even scary." Emily asks pointin at the screen, where now the murderer is trying to find the other girl.

"I'm sorry, but watching a fucking psychopath who chops of a girls head after I just saw her nails being pulled of from her fingers isn't what I call very pleasant."

"But everybody saw how fake it was, come'on didn't you see how he chopped the head off." Emily asks but Alison just huffs, rolling her eyes. "I did see it Em, that's the fucking problem."

Emily sensing the mood change of Alison she quickly wraps her arms tighter around the blonde, giving her a quick peck on her cheek. "I'll keep you safe, don't be afraid." Emily says in her baby voice. Smiling in victory when she sees Alison smile upon her. "You dork."

"You mean your dork." Emily challenges, shoving Alison a bit. "Definitely mine, I'll fight everyone who doesn't see it."

"You will fight them? One of the smallest persons I know." Emily says laughing at her, and the expressions on Alison's face doesn't make it easier for her to stop. Alison untangles their legs so she can turn on Emily, now completely being face to face. "Oh I am way stronger than you think."

"Uhuh." Emily mocks squeezing Alison cheeks in her fingers like a baby. But Alison quickly grabs her wrist shoving them down on the couch, sitting on Emily's abandonment the same time. Emily tries to move her hands but, to her surprise, she really can't make any movement. "Not having so many thug words now huh?" Alison teases. Her crystal blue eyes having a glint of playfulness in it before it gets blocked from Emily sight by her blondes locks.

Being so close to the brunettes face, Alison can her the scent of alcohol on her breath. She's happy that after a lot of convincing from her side she got Emily to drink with her, bringing a more open Emily to her. And also making Emily not afraid to make the first move because in their intense stare Alison allows Emily's arm to lift up from the couch, tugging the lock of hair behind Ali's ear.

The screams of the girl, who probably is being murdered right now, are the only thing that's keeping them from thinking that time has stopped ticking. The only thing to keep them on the ground, and the only senses that they are not in heaven.

Alison doesn't want to break their trance, but she doesn't mind of having the feeling she's in heaven. So she stands up, her hand that's still on one of Emily's wrist tugs Emily up with her.

Without another word Alison grabs the remote to put the tv off and walks off to the bedroom with Emily in tow, nothing is rushed. And no words are being spoken. The both of them being lost in their trances and the fantasy of the things that are about to come.

Once they reach the bed Emily comes to her senses. She looks up to Alison only to find her already looking back at her. Now it's Emily's times to take action. Softly she pulls the blonde closer to her leaning in for their lips to collide.

Alison would have loved to take it slow but she couldn't take it anymore. The past months she craved Emily so badly, thought about laying under her naked many times and tonight was the night.

She was getting laid!

So maybe Alison was indeed a bit too excited by throwing Emily on the bed, or when she pushed her lips so hard on Emily her teeth began to hurt. After tossing Emily's shirt away she may have broken Emily bra too. But Emily didn't mind at all. Her mind wasn't even there at all.

It was for one second at the feeling of Alison's lips on her neck then to Alison's right hand that was playing with her nipple, to the arousal that starting to ache in her core. As an instant reaction she brought her hips up, bucking them in the process to get some kind of friction. Which Alison happily gave her.

And wanting to give her more she disconnected their lips to go down on Emily trailing kisses along her abandonment up to the point she reaches the fabric of Emily's jeans.

With her teeth she unbuttons the Emily's jeans and takes the zipper down. Emily's mouth goes dry watching the sight in front of her involve. Up to the movement she can't watch it anymore. The second Alison's tongue comes in contact with her clit, her head falls back while she moans Alison's name.

It was safe to say that they didn't need to introduce their names tomorrow while meeting their neighbors.