Emison Fanfiction

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Emily's POV

I held Ali as she cried for what felt like hours, and I selfishly enjoyed every second. I felt needed and wanted during the many seconds. Of course, I felt sorry for her, and broke a little inside, but it was like I finally had a purpose in the world. Her. Ali was my purpose.

It is now the next morning. My shirt is still rather damp and crinkled from all the tears that were previously shed. I quietly climb out of bed doing my best not to wake the sleeping Ali, with success this time.

My mother left for work early, so the downstairs in empty, quiet, and because it's raining quite hard outside, it is also dark. I flick on the light switch and begin to prepare waffles and fruit for both Ali and I. Once I'm finished, I pull out a tray and place the plate of waffles and strawberries with a glass of orange juice and a little bowl of maple syrup on the side.

"Ali..."  I sing as I re-enter my room. I plant a kiss on her forehead and her eyes flutter open.

"It smells good..." she mutters, sitting up as she yawns and wipes the sleep from her eyes. I place the tray in front of her, careful not to spill the maple syrup and the orange juice. "Emily!" she practically yells, with a look on her face that you'd see when someone looks at something cute like a kitten. "You didn't have to!" 

"Good morning, Ali" I smile, slightly flushed.

We eat and talk together, avoiding the subject as the point of the conversation is to distract Ali, but it is most likely on both of our minds regardless.

As soon as she finishes eating she gets up, takes the tray and places it on the nearby desk, returning to the bed to take my lips in her own. 

Though I am caught off guard, I respond immediately by kissing her back and pushing her down to the bed so that I am on top of her. I cup her jaw and and deepen the kiss. She accepts almost simultaneously with as much as much desperation as I had when I asked.

The heat between us is incredible. Soon, I can no longer control myself, and I allow myself to get lost in the kiss, pull her shirt off and sucking on her neck, making sure to leave a mark. She moans softly and she flips us over so that she is on the top making her mark on my neck as well. She then returns to my lips, as she removes my shirt, lightly touching my breast causing me to gasp in shock, giving her full access again.

"A-Ali" I manage between kisses. She doesn't stop. "Ali we can't do this. Not now." She pulls back looking a little hurt. "I'm sorry it's not that I don't want you." If only she knew how wet I am for her right now. "I'm just not ready to take the next step."

"I understand," she says, shaking the hurt from her eyes.

"Here. You stay here, I'm going to go shopping for a bit to pick up some things and maybe even a surprise for you! I've also got a swim meet so I'll be back after dark" I say, giving her a quick peck on the lips. She smiles at this, feeling reassured that I do indeed still like her. I grab my coat and slip out the door.

Alison's POV

Not knowing really what to do, I browse her bookshelf, looking for anything that catches my eye. I love reading. It's not something I'm proud of though. I guess you could say it's a guilty pleasure of mine. I've always loved getting lost in the lives of others, whether the character is fictional or not, they give me a break from my own life. 

Emily hasn't got many books, but I finally manage to find a book that interests me: "Great Expectations"by Charles Dickens. I've always wanted to read this. So I grab the book from the shelf and take a seat on Emily's bed, as I begin to let myself slip from reality, and into the lives of the characters. It's nice for a change. I read for hours and hours until the light blue in the sky had faded to a dark blue and I am forced to turn on Emily's lamp. All of a sudden, a loud smashing noise sounds.

Someone is in the house. My first instinct is to hide under the bed, which I obey and drop to the floor to roll under Emily's bed. I begin to hear footsteps, which grow louder by the minute as the person approaches, until they are in my room. I begin to tremble in fear as I realize the person is going to find me. Hiding under the bed was probably to stupidest I could have done in this situation. Suddenly, I am violently yanked from under the bed, and before I have a chance to scream for help, there is a gloved hand over my mouth, muffling ever sound that tries to escape my mouth. I thrash around  trying to land a hit on the person in black, but I before I can, I am hit hard over the head. The world spins, and I am so dizzy I can do nothing but close my eyes and let myself fall, out cold.

Emily's POV

"Until next time!" Coach Fulton yells at us. "Good work Fields," she gives me a genuine smile, letting me know she's actually impressed. I internally celebrate for it's hard to get a smile out of Coach Fulton, let alone a compliment.

As I approach my house, the first thing I notice is that there is a smashed window. Ali! I unlock the door, refusing to go anywhere near the shards of glass, and begin to yell Ali's name, praying that she is okay and that the broken window was some freak accident and that she just peacefully asleep up in my room. But to my horror, she is no where to be seen.

A/N

Sorry I keep switching between Ali and Emily. I hate when people do that I just didn't know how to make this work any other way. 

Anyway, you know what to do! Thanks for reading! 

~Alexis