Politico

Twinkle

Alison's POV

The glare of a bright ray of sunlight creeping through my bedroom window gently coaxes me from the most restful sleep I've had in months. An instantaneous sense of warmth predominates my consciousness when I realize I'm wrapped up in a pair of soft, comforting arms. Inhaling deeply, a slight scent of coconut and shea butter dances in my nostrils, delighting my mind, and resulting in a pleasant smile on my face. While this scent is relatively new to me, I've come to find great joy in it in such a short amount of time.

This scent is Emily. This silky skin belongs to Emily. One simply can't forget it once you've had the pleasure of feeling her touch bless your skin or have been fortunate enough to be close enough to practically hear one another's heartbeat.

Waking up like this is well... how any and every day should start. Having a few moments to myself to simply bask in her beautiful, sleepy stillness is a true gift for my eyes to behold. It's really quite a pity that once those enriching brown eyes slowly flutter open, the tight seal that we've formed around our personal, little bubble will threaten to burst completely. Every passing second that follows will decrease it's fortitude for we will undoubtedly be forced to return to reality. With reality comes complications. With complications comes halting the budding flower that is this newfound, confusing dynamic with Emily.

Maybe it's some form of punishment from God, the cosmic universe, or whatever higher power that's in charge of continually creating massive pits for me to climb my way out of as I progress through life. Maybe it's a taste of my own medicine for what I did to Nathan. Nathan wanted me but he could never really have me. I want Emily and I can't really have her. So am I supposed to continue to let myself grow and develop these feelings for Emily in order to feel the maximum amount of pain and suffering that I actually deserve? Is that how this is all supposed to play out? Feeling like I can have something real for once in my life but ultimately having it all ripped away from me?

"Good morning Ali" Emily says in her groggy morning voice.

"Morning Em" I reply while looking up at her and lovingly stroking the side of her perfectly sculpted face.

Leaning into my touch, Emily closes her eyes, smiles, and quietly releases a happy sigh.

"You know a girl could get used to this" she states after a few moments of silence. "Having the bluest ocean looking back at me the moment my eyes open in the morning feels like an undeserved gift" she continues with a touch a solemnity.

"Someone's rather poetic this morning" I joke as I fling the covers off of me and begin to get out of bed.

"Nope... Not yet" Emily replies while grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me back into her arms.

"And a little bossy" I add with my classic Alison Dilaurentis smirk.

"I want something and I haven't had it yet this morning" Emily replies trying her best to sound serious.

"Ummmm" I playfully pretend to brainstorm, "Pancakes?".

"Nope" she replies.

"Coffee" I ask really knowing what she wants but secretly wanting to make her work for it.

"You know what I want" Emily replies before she transitions me onto my back and climbs on top of me.

"I.." she begins to say while flipping all of her hair to one side and slowing leaning down towards my face, "want to taste those lips... and Emily Fields always gets what she wants".

"Well when you put it like that" I reply flirtatiously smiling at her before closing the final inches between us and joining our lips together in a perfect dance.