Recovery (Change Sequel)

Waiting

Alison was sitting in the living room thinking about the night that had just occurred while sipping on vodka she and Emily had acquired months before at a party. She was hurt, more hurt than anyone she had felt before. Along with being hurt she felt furious and wanted nothing more then to go find that Sarah girl from dinner and punch her over and over until all the anger left her body. How dare some girl kiss her Emily? How dare some insignificant girl call her Emmy?

But there was nothing Alison could do but sit in the chair in her and Emily's living room and wait until Emily returned. Alison was still fuming and had become very drunk while waiting for Emily. She had dozed off thinking about what she would say to Emily and how Emily would respond. Her drunk thoughts resolved the problem with makeup sex, but those were just her thoughts.

Alison woke up to the jingling of the doorknob, her eyes immediately shot open. Emily stumbled through the door giving Ali a quick look then looking at the floor.

They were both pretty drunk, Emily a little more than Alison. Alison stood up and Emily walked right past her into the kitchen. The brunette went to the freezer grabbing an ice pack, she presented it to Alison like it was the ring she had in her jacket pocket.

Ali POV

"I-I figured you didn't ice it... so ice it" Emily said her eyes on my knuckles

Emily walked into the bedroom that she definitely wasn't sleeping in. I followed behind her to tell her there was no way she was sleeping with me, to my surprise the room had a trail of rose petals, and an empty bucket with ice filling it about halfway, which I had assumed was supposed to have the champagne Emily was drinking in it.

"Emily what is this?" I said confused

"Funny story, Aliii" The brunette said dragging my name out. Emily finished her glass of champagne quickly, then poured another, finishing that one as quickly as the first one. She offered me a glass which I took and sipped.

My anger had quickly diffused, which was most definitely from the amount of alcohol I had consumed, now I was just focused on what the hell was going on. Emily would never do something like this unless it was a special occasion. I noticed a letter on my nightstand, Emily followed my eyes to the letter and hurried over to grab the letter.

"Em?" I said making my way carefully towards her trying not to trip over my own feet. She managed to finish off the bottle of champagne and was now sat at the end of our bed playing with the rose petals that occupied the floor.

"Emily Field's you do not get to not talk to me, if anything I should be the one not talking to you!" I said, finally catching Emily's attention.

Emily sighed throwing the pile of rose petal's she had acquired back onto the floor, she had finally given in.

"Ali, I really just fucked everything up. Everything is ruined because of me." She said keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

I sat on the bed next to her

"You're right Emily, you did fuck up, but that doesn't mean we can't get through this. We've been through way worse."

"Alison, you deserve better than me and you know it."

"Did you kiss her back?" I asked Emily

"Of course not, I was going to tell you as soon as I got home but your mom..."

"Em what is all this for?"

She turned to look me in the eyes and sighed, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small box.

"The funny story, I was gonna propose tonight." Emily said with a sigh

"But I fucked up"

Emily handed me the small box and the crumpled paper she had taken from my nightstand "Do what you want with it."

She stood up and walked out of the room "I'll take my spot on the couch."

I uncrumpled the letter.

Dear Alison,

We have been through everything together and by the time you're reading this we'll be engaged, well at least I hope so. I'm proposing tonight at dinner, I really hope you say yes. I'm so nervous but I am so excited for our future together, I wouldn't want to be with anyone else. Who knew the girl that yelled at me for smoking outside of school would end up being the love of my love. I can't wait to see how beautiful you look in your wedding dress. I can't wait to experience an amazing life with you by my side the whole time. I had your ring custom made, I hope you like it, you only have to wear it for the rest of our lives. I love you more than anything Alison DiLaurentis soon to be Fields, well we'll have to discuss the last name thing. There's no one else I would want to be my wife besides you Al.

Love your soon-to-be wife, Emily

Alison sat on the bed with tears in her eyes. She was so conflicted after everything that had happened but in that moment she knew what she needed, and it was Emily. Alison walked into the living room setting the letter and ring on the counter, she had made the decision to not look at the ring.

"Emily? Are you awake?" She said to the girl laying on the couch facing away from Alison on the couch.

Emily turned her body towards Alison. The blonde climbed on top of the brunette, straddling her, she slowly leaned towards the brunette placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Alison could taste the champagne and tequila from earlier and Emily could taste the vodka and champagne Alison had consumed within the past few hours. Emily placed her hand on the back of Alison's neck pulling her lips back to her own. This kiss was less gentle, and more needy. In this moment for an unknown reason they needed each other.

Alison got off of Emily and took her dress off just slow enough to torture Emily. Alison offered Emily her hand, and pulled her into their bedroom. As Alison closed the door behind them Emily cornered her, pushing her against the wall. Emily didn't like to be teased but Alison always had loved to tease her, and the few times Emily had teased her back were some of Ali's favorite.

Emily placed slow kisses along Ali's jawline then down her neck and back up to her lips where Emily gave her a quick peck then pulled away. Emily had anticipated on the two of them being intimate tonight, in different circumstances of course, so underneath Emily's tight dress was a very thin piece of black lingerie, Alison's favorite of course. Emily slowly removed her dress while looking directly into Alison's eyes. It wasn't as graceful as Emily had pictured it in her head, but in her head this would happen when the two of them were somewhat sober and engaged, which neither of them were. Alison's eyes raked over Emily's body taking every inch of beauty in her mind completely compelled by the woman in front of her that she loved and was furious with at the same time.

A/N

(Lightly edited again)Thanks for reading, let me know what you think and if i should keep going with this :)

-Hannah