27 - The First Sleepover in Paris (P1)

The group was in the Eiffel Tower in broad daylight, but there was one issue standing. Just like Alison had suspected might happen, after she and Emily had seen the view from the top of the tower once, they both got wearied pretty fast since they were there just last night. The blonde had told Emily yesterday that they would go there twice and it wouldn't be dull, but that was mostly just to get her to come. Now, there they were, following their enthusiastic friends around the landmark that they'd already visited the previous night. They weren't complaining by any means, but the rush of going up the Eiffel Tower just wasn't as appealing when they weren't there alone.

Besides, Alison concluded, at nighttime, there were a lot less screaming kids and nagging families, it had been so much quieter and more peaceful, and as of now, she wanted to claw her hair out as yet another loud kid bumped into her leg clumsily.

"But where will we even go?" Emily asked hesitantly as she turned to her girlfriend.

The blonde was currently in the process of convincing Emily to split from the group with her, and Emily, being Emily, didn't want to leave her friends alone nor seem rude by practically ditching them.

"Hmm... we can go to the mall. There's one not too far from the hotel and I hear it's huge," Alison suggested.

Emily took a look at their friends. They seemed to be occupied enough without them, and she really did want to leave and go somewhere else, because for God's sake she was in Paris and she didn't feel like wasting time. "Okay." she agreed finally.

Alison smiled at her. "That's my girl," she said, and Emily beamed at her, pulling the blonde closer by the small of her back.

Alison giggled and wrapped her arms around Emily's neck. Their lips touched softly and Emily felt Alison smile into the kiss as she smiled as well. They kissed sweetly, not bothering to deepen it until Emily leaned forward a little, dipping Alison back slightly and then they parted with smirks on their faces. Their hands stayed in the same position for a few seconds and they just took a moment to stare at each other.

Emily admired Alison's beautiful face and her heart-shaped, pink lips. She adored the way her luscious blonde hair flowed around a little from the wind and how her crystal clear blue eyes looked amazing in the natural light. She was entranced by the way Alison's face would scrunch slightly when she was concentrating, and she loved that sultry smirk that she plastered on her face whenever Emily would be in the room. Emily thought Alison was perfect, in general and for her, and she couldn't believe she was all hers.

Emily definitely wasn't alone in that feeling, though. Alison marveled at the fact that Emily's eyes looked so alluring and bright and her silky hair shone so beautifully in the Parisian sunlight. She loved the way her eyebrow would frown a little when she was thinking hard and how she would blush whenever Alison gushed about her. And mostly, her cute little smile that made everyone melt, and her naturally pure aura.

They loved every detail about each other, it was match made in heaven. Alison and Emily were simply in love with one another, you could see it in their eyes, you could feel it in their hearts, you could hear it in their voices. They were the definition of pure love.

Emily finally brought the blonde closer and kissed her forehead lovingly, before Alison parted from her with a smile and went to tell Spencer they were leaving for the mall. They separated from their friends and called their driver to pick them up. The Eiffel Tower was close to their luxurious hotel, so their friends assured them they didn't need the driver themselves.

Their driver arrived a few minutes later and drove the two to the mall, dropping them off at the entrance. The girls thanked him and entered the large building hand in hand.

"Wow, the Rosewood mall looks like crap compared to this," Alison commented as they both looked around and admired the huge mall. Emily laughed and then came to an abrupt stop, making Alison look at her weirdly. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Alison remarked as she noticed the sudden change in Emily's mood.

Emily didn't budge, so Alison huffed and turned to see what she was looking at. Alison instantly dropped her jaw. They were looking at a woman, assumingly at her twenties, who looked just like Alison, only with dark hair.

"Holy crap," Alison said quietly. "She looks exactly like-"

"Yeah," Emily breathed out.

They both watched in awe as the woman passed by without noticing them and exited the mall as her heels audibly clicked across the floor, much like Alison.

"And we thought yesterday was weird," Emily acknowledged. Alison merely nodded, still entranced.

"Wait... Is that woman, what's her name, Vivian Darkbloom? The one I got mistaken for yesterday?" Alison quickly put two and two together.

"It's either that, or you have at least two doppelgangers in Paris," Emily chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension they felt when the woman walked past them.

Alison grinned and pulled Emily along with her. "Dork," she teased.

"Oh, right, I'm the dork," Emily replied sarcastically, her brown eyes rolling lightheartedly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You may be Queen Bee, Ali, but to me, you're the girl who went all the way downstairs in my house just to get me a rose and kneel in front of me," the brunette reminded, acting unusually smug, in a manner that only attracted Alison even more. "So yeah, you're the dork," Emily specified and kissed Alison on the cheek as the blonde gaped at her in fake outrage, before not helping herself and bursting into amused laughter.

They spent the next hours going in and out of stores, trying on the funniest things they could find, aside from actually buying items that they liked. In one of the stores, they played around with some pairs of ridiculous-looking designer sunglasses and said things that they could imagine the person who wore those hideous glasses would say in a funny, made-up voice. Even though one of the employees stared at the oddly, no doubt thinking they were deranged, they paid no mind to it. They later on went to the food court and Alison bought the two of them Crème Brûlées instead of lunch, which Emily didn't mind what-so-ever.

Eventually, Emily said she needed to go to the bathroom and when Alison offered to go with her, she replied that it was okay and she would just meet up with her when she was done. Alison reluctantly agreed and walked around the mall a bit longer with the shopping bags in her hands. She came across a little French memorabilia shop. She walked in and the bell chimed above her head. She figured she could get something nice for Emily.

"Bonjour, je cherche quelque chose pour ma copine," she said to the salesman, explaining that she wanted to get something for her girlfriend.

"Eh bien, nous avons des colliers et des bagues et-" Alison cut the man off as she walked over to a big sign that said Impression sur chemises- printing on shirts, she hastily translated to herself.

"Oh, oui, voulez-vous obtenir une chemise avec une impression personnalisée? Nous l'imprimons sur place," the man chimed in enthusiastically behind her, figuring she wanted to get something printed on a shirt.

She nodded as she came up with the most perfect idea.

Twenty minutes later, Alison met with Emily outside the mall near a bench, where they had agreed to get together. "Guess what?" Alison asked playfully and pecked Emily softly on the lips as a greeting.

"What?"

"I got you something," Alison stated, sitting on the bench.

Emily sat quickly next to her. "What did you get me?" she asked, feeling her face break into a shy smile.

Alison pulled out a red bag out of what seemed like nowhere. "Open it," she commanded gently.

Emily did as she was told and pulled out a black t-shirt with white writing on it- "This Girl Loves Emison". It also had some type of thumbs-pointing-at-herself drawing in the middle of it.

"You got me an 'Emison' t-shirt?" Emily asked in awe as she observed the shirt, thinking Hanna would have a field day with this. Alison watched in amusement as Emily looked mesmerized by the item of clothing.

"It's more of a self-serving gift, since I'll get to see you wearing it," Alison tantalized.

Emily pushed Alison's shoulder playfully before grinning and hugging her gratefully. "Thank you, I love it."

Emily put the black short-sleeved t-shirt over her white long-sleeved v-neck and rolled up her sleeves.

"How do I look?" Emily asked as Alison took out her phone.

"Perfect." Alison answered honestly as she took the picture.

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"A-Ali, the girls are going to be here any minute," Emily said quietly as Alison sucked on her neck. She was surprised she could get a proper sentence out at a time like this.

They had only gotten back to their hotel with shopping bags in their hands, when Aria came over to their room, offering that the five girls would have a sleepover - 'the first sleepover in Paris', as the petite girl had dubbed it. The guys were heading out to their own "guys night" anyway, so it was a perfect opportunity. Emily and Alison had both agreed immediately, thinking it was a great idea, but now, Emily had no idea why she'd ever said yes, since she didn't want to stop what she was doing. Alison was second on that notion.

"So?" Alison breathed out huskily on Emily's neck, just above her pulse point, making the heat shoot down to the brunette's core.

"So, we should s-stop," Emily offered, making a fist as she grabbed the bedsheet tightly by her sides. She and Alison really shouldn't have agreed to meet the girls, they could've at least finished what they'd started.

Alison stopped smothering Emily's neck with kisses and lifted her head to look into the brunette's eyes. Emily instantly felt cold at the lack of contact.

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop," Alison challenged bluntly with a raised eyebrow. Emily gulped thickly in reply. Of course she wanted this.

"That's what I thought," Alison smirked and went back to kissing Emily, this time on the lips.

Emily gathered all of her will power and pushed Alison away slightly, giving her one last lingering kiss. "Ali, you know I want this, but they're going to be here in five minutes," the brunette explained breathlessly, dreading yet another incident like the morning after her and Alison's first time when the girls had tactlessly burst in on them.

"Then I guess I'll just have to be quick," Alison replied with a devilish grin.

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The three girls had been pounding on the door for the past fifty seconds while Emily and Alison got dressed up swiftly after their little "quicky".

"I can't believe I let you talk me into doing this," Emily said in a disbelieving tone to Alison as she straightened her tank top.

"I didn't hear you complaining just a minute ago," Alison teased while fixing her slightly untamed hair.

Emily walked over to her from behind and kissed her shoulder. "You know I wasn't," she said lowly.

Alison smirked as she turned to her and kissed her passionately. She started moving her hands down Emily's body, when-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"I swear to God, if you guys are doing it in there, I'm breaking this freaking door down!" Hanna shouted from outside the door, not caring the slightest bit about the fact that they were staying at a respectable hotel.

Emily quickly pulled away from Alison and went to open the door with both of her cheeks flushed. Alison hung around behind her, giggling hysterically at Hanna's comment. If only she knew.

As Emily opened the door, she found Spencer and Aria smiling cheerfully at her while Hanna gave her a cheeky smirk. "You were doing it, weren't you?" Hanna taunted.

Emily rolled her eyes. "No," she blatantly lied.

"Em, you, uh- you got a little lipstick there," Hanna snickered, pointing to Emily's neck. Emily's eyes flew down to the base of her neck where she found the pink color that Alison wore as her lipstick. Her cheeks quickly flushed with color and she stood there silently, trying to wipe the color off her neck as Hanna laughed loudly and Aria and Spencer tried their hardest not to giggle, but failed miserably.

"What are we talking about?" Alison asked casually as she came up behind Emily and wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin on Emily's shoulder.

"Oh, you know, just how funny it is that you and Emily think that we can't hear you through these walls," Hanna said boldly and then burst into laughter.

"Hanna!" Aria and Spencer shouted in unison.

"What? It's true. No wall is thick enough to not hear them. Besides, these doors are made out of wood, not plutonium." At Hanna's words, Emily squirmed in Alison's hold. "Damn, Em, you must be pretty good, judging by Ali's-"

"Hanna," Spencer warned lowly, feeling bad for her embarrassed friend. Emily merely stood there in Alison's arms with bright red cheeks.

"Yeah, Hanna," Alison started, "Em isn't just pretty good, she's perfect." The blonde kissed Emily's flaming cheek endearingly. "Ugh, It's always the quiet ones," Alison daydreamed, hugging Emily tighter to her body.

"Aww," Aria cooed. "You guys are so cute together, aren't they, Spence?"

"Uh..." Spencer started uncertainly. She watched as Emily giggled at something Alison whispered in her ear. "Oh, who am I kidding, they're adorable!" the witty brunette groaned loudly, making the girls laugh.

Emily and Alison finally let their three best friends into their room and they all settled down in the spacious lounge, one that was almost identical to the ones in the other rooms, yet with a different color scheme. Emily and Alison's lounge consisted mostly of teal blue as the main color while the other girls had in their rooms light pink, grey and violet respectfully.

It didn't take longer than five minutes for them to agree on a game to play to start off their sleepover.

'Five annoying, grueling, despairing minutes,' Emily thought desperately to herself.

During those five minutes, Hanna had somehow managed to convince her four best friends to play a game that tested how well they all knew each other.

"And with every wrong answer, you have to take off a piece of clothing," Hanna explained scandalously.

"Hanna..." Emily tried.

"I like it," Alison stated in a matter-of-factly, looking straight at Emily.

Aria and Spencer shared an uncertain look before shrugging.

"Great!" Hanna clapped her hands together enthusiastically.

Emily groaned and Alison chuckled at that. She loved pushing the brunette out of her comfort zone, it was so satisfying, and Emily tended to usually thank her for that afterwards.

"We spin a bottle," Hanna stated as Aria came back from the kitchen with an empty bottle, "perfect, thanks, Ar. We spin it, and whoever the cap lands on, gets to ask the other person that the bottle landed on any question they want about themselves. And to make it more interesting, you can ask the chosen person a question about someone else too, as long as it's someone in the circle."

"I hate you guys," Emily murmured, knowing that they all knew she meant that she just hated those types of games. Party games.

"No, you don't," Spencer chuckled amusedly.

Alison, who was sitting next to Emily, got up and sat between Spencer and Hanna. Emily gave her a curious look. "What? I want to be able to ask you questions," the blonde explained with a shrug, fighting a smirk.

Now, the order of the circle was Emily, Spencer, Alison, Hanna, Aria. 'Great, now I'll get grilled both by Alison and Hanna. Why didn't I get Aria? She's nice to me!' Emily panicked mentally.

Hanna spun the bottle in the middle of their little circle, and it landed on Emily and Alison, but the brunette was one asking the question.

"Okay, Em. Choose a question," Alison grinned in anticipation.

Emily thought for a second before looking back at Alison with a little smug smile. Alison could recognize that look anywhere, Emily used it when she was proud of herself for something.

"What's my favorite character from Star Wars?" Emily questioned.

"Nerd," Hanna snorted, earning a jab from Spencer.

Alison thought long and hard, regretting playing this game after only the first question. She knew the Star Wars movies were some of Emily's favorite movies, they held sentimental value for the brunette since it was something she watched with her dad every time before he left for a mission in the army, but Alison wasn't expecting that question. All eyes were on her and she could practically feel Emily's brown globes scrutinizing her.

"Is it... Yoda?" Alison inquired uncertainly, naming one of the only characters she knew existed in the series of movies. If there was one person she could stand listening to for hours on end while they talked about Star Wars, it was Emily, but the brunette had never, not once, told her what her favorite character was. Alison all but took a guess.

All eyes turned to Emily for the answer. Emily kept her poker face on for a few seconds, before a smirk appeared on her face.

"Nope, it's Princess Leia," Emily grinned in victory.

"Did you pick that question just so I could strip down?" Alison stimulated boldly. Emily's cheeks turned bright red as she looked down, fighting a grin.

"Em!" Aria laughed as she pushed Emily's shoulder playfully.

"Not so boring now, is it?" Hanna teased.

"Oh, I'm going to get you for that, Emily Fields. Don't you worry," Alison warned, but couldn't help the smirk that appeared on her face.

She reached out and took off her right sock. Emily looked at her like a sad puppy. "You're not getting more than that, babe, that was a trick question," the blonde giggled.

Hanna spun the bottle once again and it landed on Spencer and Aria. The cap was facing Spencer. "What's my worst nightmare?" she asked the petite brunette.

"Being a lawyer like your parents," Aria answered easily.

"Nice!" Spencer gave her a high five as all of the girls laughed. "Team Sparia never fails," Spencer and Aria grinned at one another victoriously.

Hanna spun the bottle once more and it stopped on herself and Emily. Hanna got to ask the question.

"Who was my first kiss?" Hanna asked, wanting to start off easy on the brunette so she would be lulled into a false sense of security. Emily's wide eyes flew to Aria, signaling that it was a bad question. Aria still had no idea that her younger brother, Mike, had kissed Hanna. "Crap, you're right, don't answer that," Hanna agreed with Emily as the thought crossed her mind. Aria looked at them oddly for a second but shook it off.

"Um... alright, well, I can ask a question about anyone in this circle, so... On a scale of 1 to 10, how good is Alison in the bedroom?" Hanna smirked devilishly.

"What? That's not a one-answer question! If it's not a trivia question, how are you supposed to know if I'm right or not?" Emily stammered uneasily.

"C'mon Em, I know the answer to that. And I think you do too," Alison winked cockily at her.

"Get a room," Hanna chimed.

"Han, we're in a room," Spencer retorted.

"Ten," Emily admitted quietly.

"What was that, Emily?" Hanna was enjoying this way too much.

"Ten, okay? It's a ten," Emily announced with an eye roll, making Alison laugh and bite her lip gently.

"Not too bad yourself, baby," Alison praised from across the circle, showing her dimples as she smirked. They stared at each other intently and Emily blushed heavily under the penetrating gaze the blonde was giving her.

"Okay, enough with the eye sex," Hanna looked between the two of them.

"It wasn't just eye sex until you got here," Ali specified cheekily.

"Ali," Emily whined over-dramatically, clearly embarrassed.

"And by the way, wrong! The correct answer was, 'I'm not going to answer that question, Hanna.' Come on, it's a classic Emily Fields comeback," Hanna joked.

"What?" Emily asked, horrified.

"Off! Off! Off! Off!" Hanna started chanting and the girls soon joined in playfully. Emily rolled her eyes and reached to take down her sock the same way Alison did, but Hanna stopped her.

"Nope, that was a big question so you have to take your shirt off," Hanna explained as though there were formal rules.

Emily turned to Alison, begging for help with her eyes. "Sorry, Em, I don't make the rules," Alison shrugged in faux-innocence. All she really wanted out of this game was for Emily to strip. Her time with the brunette earlier had been cut short, after all.

Emily reluctantly took off her shirt and threw it to the side, revealing her black part-lace bra.

"Ali, you're drooling," Hanna laughed.

"Shut up, Hanna."

As the game progressed, everyone began feeling quite bad for Emily and helped her take down Alison instead. The blonde had gotten to a situation where she only had her underwear, bra and shirt on. The bottle landed on Spencer and Alison, and Spencer got ready to ask her question.

"What's my dream destination?" Spencer asked. She knew what Alison was going to answer because she had talked about it with her before, but luckily, she had changed her mind a few weeks back, when her sister came back from her trip and told her all about the country she was visiting, and she decided she wanted to go there too.

"Italy," Alison answered proudly.

"No, Argentina," Spencer replied simply with a smug smile.

"Damn it, Spence," Alison cursed under her breath as she peeled off her shirt. Emily couldn't help but stare at her girlfriend's angelic figure, her brown eyes glazing over with a layer of want.

At the same time, a mischievous idea came to Alison's mind and she figured out how she could enjoy this game after all. "Whatever. I'm going the bathroom then I'll be back," Alison announced.

The four girls stayed in a circle as Alison walked away. "Emily! A little help here," the blonde called from the bathroom.

Emily shrugged at the girls' questioning gazes but she knew exactly what Alison needed her help with as she walked excitedly to the bathroom with a jump in her step. Alison was waiting inside of it, half-naked with a particular smirk that showed her dimples. She drove Emily crazy.

'I guess this game is fun after all,' Emily thought as she smiled and closed the door behind them.

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English-French dictionary:

1. Bonjour, je cherche quelque chose pour ma copine = Hello, I'm looking for something to get for my girlfriend.

2. Eh bien, nous avons des colliers et des bagues et- = Well, we have necklaces and rings and-

3. Impression sur chemises = printing on shirts

4. Oh, oui, voulez-vous obtenir une chemise avec une impression personnalisée? Nous l'imprimons sur place = Oh, yes, do you want to get a shirt with a personalized print? We print it on site