Kingdom Come Undone

Wanting Was Enough - Part 1

A/N: Hi, everyone! I mentioned this a while back but this story is currently being written but with the 16 chapters I have, the story is already close to 170,000 words. Due to this, I will be splitting chapters into multiple parts. This process does take time in order to find natural breaks, so I expect that I will be post parts twice a week, but I cannot guarantee exact days. This also means more "cliffhangers", etc. My reasoning for this is based on Wattpad's recommendation for shorter chapters. For example, last chapter was about 5,500 words, and Wattpad indicated it would take 23 minutes to read and that it might be too long for the average reader. If you don't mind 8,000 to 16,000 word chapters, please let me know, and I'm more than willing to post long chapter but only once per week. Message or comment at the end of the chapter, please. Thanks so much for your assistance and patience! :)

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She was late, and not fashionably. We were meant to meet as the museum opened, but 20 minutes later, and she had yet to arrive. A simple, 'running late. See you soon.' the only lifeline given. My nerves got the better of me the night before. Even though we had spoken over Facetime most nights since our date on Tuesday, I was anxious to see her in person again. I wrestled all night with the moves I was willing to make during our outing. Could I wrap my arm around her? Would she lace her fingers through mine? Was a kiss on our second date even in the cards? Thinking about Alison for any extended amount of time brought a pit to my stomach. But not an empty one. She made me nervous and happy and giddy and unsure and entirely too sure all at once. There was an air about her that made me feel like I was back in high school, tripping over myself to show how much I liked her without giving too much of myself away. But this time, she liked me too and appeared to be walking the same tightrope I was. Dancing and swaying back and forth between completely falling and never letting go.

She always called me after 9, just as she was getting into bed and settling down. It had quickly become the highlight of my day by the time Friday rolled around, and I realized this was becoming a habit of ours. Ours. I had always enjoyed being alone before, but hearing 'ours' made me realize that the idea of time together with Alison far exceeded anything I could or wanted to accomplish singularly. She made me want togetherness. She made me want something more than myself for the first time in a long time.

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I answered, propped on my elbow in my bed, "Hello?"

"Happy Friday." She smiled delicately, leaning against her headboard in the dimness of her bedroom light. "I come bearing questions tonight!" She seemed excited, readjusting her legs giddily. Her happiness instantly made me smile. Already tied to me. Already a part of me.

"You did?" My grin was permanent and uneraseable in her presence. "About what? Have I not spilled enough about myself yet?"

"No, no. You're fine, Emily. But I did research today and have more questions!"

I sat up to give her my full attention, in awe of the little details that bubbled up around her. "Now, you have me intrigued."

"Perfect." She leaned forward, giving a small wink to the camera. "First, on Tuesday you mentioned gene sequencing, and I honestly had no idea what that even meant. So, I went and looked up all of these little details about the..." she glanced toward her feet, as though she had taken notes on a piece of paper. Endearing as hell. "... the human genome? Is that right?"

"It is, and you are insanely attractive right now."

She rotated her body sideways, shirking with an astounding smile spreading across her face as the tip of her tongue barely touched her top teeth. "Yay. Okay, okay. Don't distract me!"

She coughed, wriggling out her shoulders, while I responded, "I'm so sorry, Dr. DiLaurentis. Please continue for me. I'm all ears."

It took everything within me to not say that I was all hers. That I was captivated and rapt by her every word and action. In amazement, I took in her every discovery as if brand new to my ears. As if gene sequencing, multiplication, and mutation weren't a part of my everyday work. Because in some ways, hearing it from her was its own revelation. She was her own revelation.