Careful, Ali ➳ Emison

Chapter 8 | Safety

"Your mom's car is not in the driveway," Alison observed as they bounded the steps of Emily's porch.

"Yeah, she went out to do some errands, she'll be back soon," Emily said as she jiggled the key in the front door. She opened the door and Alison followed behind her, hastily turning on the light.

Emily turned to watch her quickly, and she only gave her an apologetic smile, "Sorry. I just learned to never trust a dark room."

The brunette nodded in understanding as she dropped her bag on the floor. Alison naturally gravitated towards Emily, taking the girl's hand in hers and feeling awed at how their touch never seized to cause tingles on her skin. "Thank you for letting me stay tonight," she said, and when Emily looked back at her with a warm smile, she couldn't help but wonder how she had ever found their relationship platonic.

When she gazed at Emily, and really studied her, she could easily admit she was the prettiest, most gracious person she had ever seen. Alison knew people looked up to her for her beauty, their one and only queen bee, but she could only hope to be as angelic as Emily, who seemed as though she didn't even know her own influence. It didn't matter that for years she thought she would never have any sort of attraction for a girl, because when she felt that feeling at the bottom of her stomach that only the brunette had ever made her feel, she knew how easy it was to fall for Emily, no matter the gender. She didn't know if she was in love, maybe not just yet, but Emily gave her such a phenomenal sensation that no boy could ever even dream of giving her, it was what she had been hearing about for years. With all those stories about fairytales and the perfect guy practically shoved down her throat throughout her childhood and adolescence, all this time it didn't even cross her mind that her prince charming could be a princess.

Though, even if she didn't consciously know it, she had been dropping hints for Emily ever since they met. The brunette was right to think that Alison was always teasing her and flirting with her, because she was. The queen bee thought it was harmless at the time, that Emily will remain her little admirer if she just showed her a little interest, but she found herself more often than not, restraining her flirtation. She'd wanted more. She couldn't possibly know at the time that she was not only keeping Emily around but also slowly pulling her in more and more, to a point where she was closer to the swimmer than any of the other girls, and where she opened up to Emily exclusively, showing the vulnerable side that most people didn't even know existed.

And Alison could dwell on it for hours, all the little points and turns that led them to this very moment, when everything was finally out in the open, all the cards were on the table and Alison was only showing hearts, but when Emily guided her up to her room, she realized she had to use every moment she had with the girl, before reality caught up to them. There was no more holding back.

"Do you want to get changed?" Emily asked, unaware of the intricate thinking process occurring in Alison's brain.

"Sure," Alison answered. She dropped her bag on the bed, plucking out her outfit, which incidentally happened to be the cutest and most attractive out of all of her night clothes. Emily made a move to get out of the room and she stared at her quizzically, "Where are you going?"

"Oh," Emily said in surprise, "I just thought- I mean, don't you want some privacy?"

"Em, the five of us have been getting dressed next to each other since we met," Alison said, raising her eyebrow.

"I know, but it's... different now," Emily timidly wrung her hands.

Alison tilted her head, "It doesn't have to be." She walked over to Emily, leaning up and pressing her lips shortly against the brunette's.