38 - Teach Me

The next morning, Alison woke up early in order to do all of her routines neatly; showering for exactly ten minutes, brushing her teeth and flossing, applying make-up, and so on. She passed by Jason's room on her way down, stopping in her tracks when she heard her name, "Ali."

"Hey, Jason," she peeked her head into his room, seeing him in the process of tying his tie and fixing his suit. "Woah, what's with the business attire?"

"Didn't you hear?"

Alison just raised her eyebrow in question so he continued, "Mom asked me to work for her real estate company."

"Really?" the blonde asked in surprise.

"Yeah, she said she was flooded with work and that I should replace her as the manager for some time while she handled her business," he explained further as he finished securing his tie. Alison was quite surprised that he even knew how to tie a tie. He'd never been one to come with her and her parents to all sorts of charity balls.

"That's great, Jas. My friends work there, you know," she informed him.

"Really? What're their names?" Jason asked distractedly.

"Toby Cavanaugh, Caleb Rivers and Ezra Fitzgerald."

"Oh yeah, I know them. Seen them around the office a few times. Good-working guys. They're your friends?" he asked as he finally turned to look at her instead of the mirror.

"Close friends actually, we all went to Paris together," Alison replied as she fixed the purse on her arm.

"Oh, they're your friends' boyfriends?"

The blonde nodded in response.

"Hmm, who knows, maybe I'll give them a promotion or something," he threw playfully, giving her a pointed look.

She chuckled at his lame attempt of a joke, "Alright, alright, don't give me false hope. I have to head out. Good luck."

"Thanks. See you later, Al."

Alison smiled to herself as she walked away. Hearing her old nickname slip so casually out of his mouth was something she definitely liked the sound of.

XXXXX

Emily made her way to the locker rooms for PE class and approached her assigned locker. She got ready for class, chatting in a friendly manner with the girls around her. She definitely loved gym class since she tended to star in it. As a promising athlete, she usually did the best in the class when it came to different tests.

The teacher announced they were doing soccer today and Emily turned excited in a matter of seconds. Soccer was one of her specialities, coming second after swimming. She and the other girls in her class headed to the soccer field- which was actually just the football field with a few goal posts- and started stretching.

"Alright ladies, Mrs. Harper and I have decided to combine our classes today, so her students will be joining us shortly." Mrs. Parker, Emily's gym teacher said to the group.

Soon enough, a group of fellow students appeared behind them, crossing the field and approaching them. Emily turned around to see them and couldn't help but smile. The same could be said for Alison.

Girls from her class started greeting their friends but Emily didn't even notice, her eyes too busy focusing on one particular blonde in a pair of very short and revealing athletic shorts. Even though Alison's body wasn't quite as toned as Emily's, considering she wasn't a hard-training swimmer, her physique was definitely still adored by envious girls in their school. The blonde's figure set fire wherever she went, and it appeared majestic to anyone who laid their eyes on her.

"Hey, beautiful," Alison greeted, wrapping her hands around Emily's neck and kissing her chastely.

Emily beamed in return. She loved how natural her and Alison's public displays of affection had become.

Boys from the track team hollered and catcalled them, fanning themselves as if the two girls were too hot for them to handle.

"Alright, boys, don't you have better things to do than stare at my students?" Mrs. Parker barked at them, and the boys dispersed begrudgingly. "Back to stretching, girls."

Emily thought Alison was going to stand next to her for the stretches, but instead, the blonde chose the spot behind her, and it was too late before Emily realized why; whenever she bent over to reach for her toes and stretch her hamstrings, Alison couldn't help but stare at the brunette's smoothly toned body, focusing on her perfect ass in those sinful, skin-tight shorts.

"DiLaurentis, I'm sorry to interrupt your staring but you have to stretch as well," her teacher reminded her and Alison barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She gave the back of Mrs. Harper's head one of her best 'shut-the-hell-up' glares. Emily on the hand, smirked a little to herself in satisfaction.

Later on, they did some individual drills in stations. Then, they had to each kick the ball to the goalposts in their turn. Emily was practicing her ability, kicking with both good technique and sufficient power, and scoring a goal. She smiled genially as the coach congratulated her on her wonderful method, and then went over to Alison, who was clapping along with the other girls and smiling proudly at her.

"Way to go, Em!" she praised and gave her girlfriend a high five.

Emily laughed, "Thanks, Ali."

"DiLaurentis, you're up next, let's go," Mrs. Harper urged her.

"Alright, don't get your panties in twist," Emily heard Alison mumble something along those lines exasperatedly.

Alison walked over to the kicking spot on the penalty line. She prepared herself and risked a glance at Emily who was watching her expectantly. Then, she rushed over and took the worst kick of her life, missing the goalposts on purpose.

It was surprising for everybody, because Alison was also one of the best ones in class when it came to soccer. What they didn't know was that Alison was a mastermind who took an intentionally horrible kick in order for the next thing to be said:

"DiLaurentis, you need to practice your technique. Fields, help her on the side, show her a proper stance and how to prepare for a kick," her teacher ordered and Alison just barely smothered her pleased smirk.

Emily quickly put two and two together and slapped Alison's arm playfully. "You're so mischievous," she scolded with a chuckle.

"You know it," Alison agreed with a matching grin.

When Emily turned to walk, Alison looked around to make sure no one was looking and then gave Emily a playful smack on her ass. Emily stopped in her tracks, turning around with her mouth agaped in surprise and her cheeks crimson. Alison lifted her arms in defense innocently, looking around as if someone else did it. Emily shook her head with a chuckle and turned back around, rolling her eyes in the process.

Emily noticed her teacher watching them so she did what she was told, taking Alison further down the field and shifting so she stood directly behind her. As the blonde felt Emily putting her hands on her hips to adjust her properly, the blonde sighed at the constant warmth radiating from Emily's body. Her girlfriend's hands just constantly felt so good on her body and she wished this could happen in every gym class.

Emily took the time to balance Alison's body accordingly, and then took a nearby soccer ball with her foot and put it in front of Alison. "Okay, now kick," Emily encouraged, removing her hands from Alison's hips, much to the blonde's displeasure.

"Are you sure? I think you need to show me some better angles to kick from," Alison cheekily said, grabbing Emily's hands and putting them back on her body. The brunette couldn't have seen it because she was standing behind her, but she knew there was a playful glint in Alison's eye.

"Ali, I know you're great at soccer, what are you doing?"

"I guess I just like your hands on my body," Alison responded in a husky voice that made Emily shiver with excitement.

"You mean like this?" Emily teased, moving her hands from Alison's hips to around her waist, pulling the blonde's back flush against her own front, putting her chin on Alison's shoulder. She angled her head to plant a kiss on Alison's neck, right on her pulse point, and the blonde felt a pleasant chill run down her spine.

She swallowed with mild difficulty. "That... feels good, Em, but I was thinking something more like this," she grabbed Emily's hand and started edging it down her body slowly, getting closer and closer to her center.

Emily quickly caught on. "Oh, I see what you're doing," she said, spinning Alison in her arms to face her. "Ali, if you keep doing that, I'm not going to be able to control myself."

Alison leaned in to whisper in Emily's ear, wrapping her arms cozily around the brunette's neck, "Then don't."

The blonde pulled away and Emily leaned in as if to kiss her, but just as their lips were nearly inches apart, she tightened her grip around Alison's waist and picked her up in the air easily, spinning her around. Alison let out a small yelp and then giggled, followed by Emily's laughter. "Em, put me down! You're such a tease," Alison shrieked while chuckling, scolding Emily playfully.

Emily giggled and lowered Alison's body slowly, until she was holding her a bit up in the air, just enough for them to be at the same height. "Oh yeah, Ali? And you've never been a tease to me?"

"Nope, not even once," Alison smirked smugly and answered in a taunting voice, merely to annoy Emily, knowing fully that she definitely had her fair share of times where she'd been teasing her.

"Liar," Emily grinned in triumph.

"Did you just call me a liar?" Alison asked, feigning a hurt expression.

"Mhhm," Emily hummed in agreement, holding her challenging smirk.

Alison was absolutely loving this flirtatious side of Emily, playfulness and a glint in her eye definitely looked good on the girl.

"Well then, I might just need to punish you, Em," came Alison's hoarse and raspy voice in response. Before Emily could comprehend, Alison's hands were already on her stomach and tickling, making her laugh loudly.

"Oh, my God, Alison, stop, I'm ticklish!" Emily screeched through her laughs.

"Excuse me! I'm sorry to interrupt you ladies, but we have a class here," Mrs. Parker approached them rather firmly.

Emily's cheeks immediately turned red at that, and Alison retrieved her hands, annoyed at the intrusion. She resisted the upcoming and almost-instinctive urge to roll her eyes once more. She found herself wrapping her hand protectively around Emily's hip, shielding her from the irritated woman in a way. She could tell Emily was having an internal battle about whether she wanted to shake Alison's hand off because the teacher was right there, or keep the blonde's hand in the exact same position because it was the only thing keeping her sane. When Emily ended up not making a move to pry her hand off, Alison felt herself filling with satisfaction.

"We're sorry, Mrs. Parker," Emily apologized shyly, ducking her head.

Alison on the other hand, grinned a little when she saw that all of the girls in the class were looking at them. She was proud to show her relationship with Emily, and didn't care if anybody watched them, because no matter who did, they would be to tell that the two of them were deeply in love.

"Did you at least teach her some technique, Fields? You know, in the middle of all of your love-fest?" Mrs. Harper quipped from behind.

"Yes, she did," Alison defended hastily, not liking the tone the teachers were taking with her girlfriend. They could yell at her however they wanted, but making Emily feel scolded simply earned them a rightful place in her blackbook.

"Well, let's see it then, Alison," Mrs. Parker sighed, signaling her towards the goal.

"Trust me," Alison reassuringly mouthed to Emily, who nodded uncertainly.

Alison went over to the kicking spot and walked back a few steps. Glancing at Emily, she gave her a small wink and then rushed to the ball and kicked it quite percisely, scoring a perfect goal - the ball actually went between the goalkeeper's legs.

Emily sighed in relief, clapping with the rest of her school mates. Alison marched over to her, kissing her shortly on the cheek. "No one will tell me when I can and can't love my girlfriend," she said to Emily, who hugged her lovingly.

Emily's hands rested on the small of Alison's back as the teacher walked by. "Alright, Fields, feel up your girlfriend at your free time," Mrs. Parker bantered, this time in a more playful tone.

"Oh, she will," Alison backed away and smirked at Emily, biting her lip at the sight of her girlfriend's beautiful face.

Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Harper shook their heads light-heartedly, then turned to the rest of the class and told them they were dismissed. Emily and Alison headed back hand in hand to the locker room and got changed, all while Alison smirked to herself at letting Emily out of her comfort zone. Every time was better than the last.

XXXXX

Emily sat at the dentist office's waiting room, fiddling with her hands nervously. She had suggested to take Ali there since Kenneth was yet again on another business trip to New York, Jessica was still at work and Jason was in Philadelphia doing God knows what.

In the same waiting room as her sat a young child with his father, wearing a Power Rangers shirt with a small band-aid on his elbow. Emily smiled at the little boy who laughed heartedly when his father tickled his stomach.

Looking around, she found a magazine on the white rectangular table in the middle of the room, so she reached out and grabbed it. She began flickering through it, finding an article called "Ten Perfect Double Date Ideas". When she was done reading it, she knew exactly what to do for her and Alison's next double date, with whomever it may be.

When the dentist's door opened, she put down the magazine and walked hesitantly to the door, not knowing whether she was allowed to enter or not yet. Only when she saw the doctor and his assistant clearing up the office and cleaning the tools they'd just used, she entered the room.

Alison was lying on the patient's chair, looking around the room with awe-filled eyes. Sort of like a little kid. When she caught the sight of Emily she grinned broadly. "Emily!" she got up immediately and then stumbled back against the chair clumsily.

"She's under the influence of nitrous oxide. Laughing gas, if you'd like." the doctor told her as he turned to face her. "It'll wear off in a few hours but until then, take her home safetly."

Emily nodded, "Thank you, Dr. Calderon."

Once they were successfully out of the dentist's office, after Emily struggled with practically carrying Alison, they waited for Toby to pick them up in his car like Emily had asked him to. Alison almost fell every now and then and held onto Emily for dear life, and it reminded Emily of when Alison was drunk in Paris. Emily chuckled at the memory just as a car parked in the parking spot near the sidewalk, where they were standing.

"Toby, can you help me here?" Emily asked her friend desperately after he took out his keys from the ignition.

"Yeah, sure," Toby answered, getting out of the car and walking over to Alison's other side. They helped the blonde into the backseat, Emily climbing in right after her. When they drove home, Alison spent the entire ride giggling and whispering random things in Emily's ear, and the brunette couldn't help but love this version of Alison.

"When I was seven I wanted a goldfish, and dad said I'd get one but I... I never got one. I always get what I want." Alison complained and pouted, crossing her arms like a little kid.

Toby laughed and hit play on "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by The Rolling Stones. Toby and Emily laughed at his improvised joke but Alison just stared at him, confused.

When they got to Alison's house, Toby cut the engine and turned around to look at Emily. "Do you need help getting her in the house?"

"If you can, yeah," Emily nodded, thankful for her friend.

Toby got out of the car and helped Emily usher Alison inside the house. It was not an easy task by any means, but luckily, Alison was pretty light, so halfway to the front door, Emily decided to just squat down momentarily and carry her bridal style, since it was easier.

"Before we left, the doctor said she needed to rest," Emily said as she laid Alison on the couch, releasing a breath. "Can you help me get her up to her room?"

Toby agreed, helping Alison up once more. "Doesn't this kind of remind you of when she got hammered at that party in Paris?" he asked in amusement at the girl's sluggish movements.

"I was just thinking that!" Emily laughed in affirmation. Toby and Emily chuckled together but Alison merely frowned at them, not understanding what the two of them were laughing about.

Once they got into Alison's bedroom, they laid her onto the bed. Emily waited until Toby exited the room and then tucked the blonde under the covers, leaning down and kissing her forehead lovingly. Alison hummed contentedly as she snuggled into the blanket, wanting Emily's warm body to replace her blanket instead.

"Get some rest, Ali, Toby and I will be downstairs," Emily assured her. She didn't know if Alison understood what she'd said or if she was too high on laughing gas to even pay attention, but either way, she left the door open by a crack and then walked downstairs to Toby, who was sitting on the couch in Alison's living room.

The two talked about their day and Emily recounted to Toby about Alison's shenanigans and banters in gym class, to which Toby responded by laughing and shaking her head lightly, mumbling, "Typical Ali."

"Hey, I need to go help my dad at home, but I texted Spence, she said she'll be here soon. You know, in case you need any help with Ali," Toby said as he got up and put on his jacket.

"Thanks a lot, Toby," Emily said genuinely as she gave him a hug goodbye. He left and Emily was now alone in the DiLaurentis' living room as Alison slept peacefully upstairs. The brunette flickered through her phone until she heard a faint knock on the door.

She opened to find Spencer on the other side. "Hey, Spence, thanks for coming."

"Of course, Em. Oh, I didn't want to be the third wheel so I invited Hanna and Aria too, I hope that's okay," Spencer said as she stepped into the familiar house.

"Yeah, sure," Emily dismissed her, simply grateful for Spencer's help.

"Where's Ali?" the brainiac girl asked, looking around and seeing no one.

"She's upstairs. We came back from the dentist and she's all high on laughing gas," Emily explained with a small chuckle.

"Who is it, mermaid?" Alison called out in a flirty elvish voice that made Emily blush fiercely and Spencer slightly uncomfortable by being there. Yep, she was definitely the third wheel. Where were Aria and Hanna to save her from this hell?

The blonde was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at the scene in front of her. When her eyes landed on Spencer, she gasped, a smile quickly appearing on her face. "Spence!" she announced enthusiastically, flying down the stairs in a heartbeat, and surprisingly enough, not falling.

When she got closer to Spencer, she reached out and pinched the tall brunette's cheeks before anyone could stop her. "Hi, Spencey," she said in an exaggerated baby voice and smiled hazily as Spencer raised an eyebrow. Emily couldn't help it and exploded in laughter, ignoring the daggers the witty brunette was shooting at her. If Alison noticed it, she chose to ignore it. Meanwhile, the blonde pulled Spencer into a hug. "I love Spencer," Alison admitted in a distant voice.

"Uh, love you too, Ali," Spencer replied hesitantly, patting the blonde's back awkwardly. She turned to the now-chuckling brunette, "Help me," she mouthed to her. Emily merely shrugged, deciding she liked the embarrassment practically radiating from her best friend who, for once, felt uncomfortable.

Alison pulled away from Spencer with a giggle. "That's nice," she responded to the brainiac's previous comment. Suddenly, she took in a large suck of air, much like when she first saw Spencer, and Emily noted how the blonde's eyes lit up suddenly. "You know what we should do?" she asked, wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape.

The two girls frowned at her expectantly.

"We should call Spencer! I miss Spencer," she said like it was the best, most original idea in the world.

"Um, I'm right here," Spencer waved a hand in front of Alison's face and the blonde froze, before she had the same reaction as when she first saw the witty brunette all over again.

"Spencer! When did you get here?" she asked, seeming genuinely curious. Both girls resisted the urge to face palm the antsy blonde.

"Hey, wait a minute," a frown sattled on the blonde's heart-shaped lips. "Where's my thumb?" she asked, sticking out her hand in a fist with her thumb hidden behind the other fingers. When two pairs of brown eyes simply blinked at her, she added, "that's too bad, I kinda liked my thumb."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Spencer asked, clearly amused. Emily looked like she wanted to know as well.

Alison glanced at Emily and smirked, and suddely Emily resisted the temptation to say, 'oh shit'. "Because, Spencey," she started, sticking out her index finger and middle finger, "while these two are doing the job, the thumb has to-"

"Okay, alright," Emily stepped in desperately and steered the blonde away before Alison could share something that she definitely didn't want her best friend to know. She had no intention of Spencer finding out anything about her and her girlfriend's sex life. No today, not anytime soon, not ever. Emily shuddered at the horrifying thought.

Spencer just stood there with her eyes growing impossibly wider as she slowly understood the sexual innuendo, while Emily pulled Alison to the side to talk to her.

"Alison," she said in a stern voice, quite like when a parent scolds a child, and just from one word the blonde already looked properly chastised. "First of all, your thumb's right here," she said, grabbing the blonde's hand and unlocking the thumb from his cocoon of fingers. "Second of all, Spencer is here and Aria and Hanna are going to be here soon, so please try not to make any sexual comments," she pleaded, even though she sometimes secretly liked it when Alison talked about how good the brunette was - in and out of the bedroom. "And third-" Emily was going to ask her if she wanted anything to eat, but the blonde cut her off by stumbling forward suddenly, just fast enough to startle Emily and Spencer, who watched from behind them, but not fast enough for the brunette to not catch her.

Emily caught her quite easily by instinct and the blonde chuckled in her arms. "Emmy, you caught me!" the hyper blonde called out. She gained her balance again only to plant a sloppy kiss on Emily's cheek. "Mmmuah," Alison made a loud noise. Emily was going to say something but was interrupted once more, this time by the doorbell. She had actually forgotten about the fact that Aria and Hanna were coming and was surprised to see them at Ali's doorstep. Did Alison's kisses seriously affect her that much? Is she that addicted? When had she become such a bad friend, too?

"Hey, Em! Where's Ali and Spence?" Aria asked in her normal upbeat voice, peeking behind Emily and looking for her friends.

"They're right here, come in," Emily gestured them inside the house.

When Hanna walked by her, she gave her a small hug and the three entered the living room. They came in at the same time to find a strange sight like no other. Alison was standing on the coffee table with a wide, fuzzy smile, and Spencer was standing on the ground next to her, trying to get her down by gently yanking her wrist, though Alison stayed put.

"Can you guys help me? She just got up there by herself," Spencer asked, her eyes seeking - practically begging - for assistance. Hanna was quickly by her side, helping her get Alison off of the table and on the ground again.

"Ah!" Ali yelped as they tugged at her, but then landed safely on the floor. "Sorry, I was just daydreaming," she informed.

"About what?" Aria asked innocently.

Emily should've known this was coming. Alison couldn't help but make sexual comments ninety-nine percent of the time when she wasn't on laughing gas, so what was stopping her now?

"Emily," Alison admitted and sighed contently. "She's perfect."

Okay, so the comment wasn't of sexual nature like Emily had thought, and she couldn't stop the sweet smile that spread across her face at the statement.

"Is she?" Hanna smirked. "How so?"

"She's sooo sweet," Alison smiled dreamily. "Like that one time she carried me up the Eiffel Tower, or when she did all of those cute things on our anniversary. Even the little stuff, like when she agreed to wear that silly hat that we'd bought at the zoo even though it was embarrassing," the blonde talked slowly and hiccuped in between, closing her eyes, as if picturing the events in her mind.

"How nice of her," Aria cooed, nudging Emily who was smiling shyly at her girlfriend, ducking her head slightly under Alison's bubbling praise.

"What else is she good at?" Hanna continued, enjoying her friend's embarrassment.

"Hanna," Emily warned.

"Relax, Em," Hanna chuckled, still keeping her devilish smirk. "I just want to hear what she has to say."

"Well, Hanny Banany, h-her skills in bed are," she lifted her hands, "10 out of 10." she said, lifting eight fingers.

"That's eight," Spencer snickered, ignoring Emily's red face.

"Whoops!" Alison giggled, lifting the two remaining fingers. "One time," Alison said, "she did this thing with her hand-"

"Ali," Emily intercepted quickly as Hanna chuckled sinisterly. "Can you help me over here for a second?" she asked, going to the far end of the room, where only yesterday, the blonde had played the piano beautifully for her. Alison followed happily behind her. "Ali, what did I tell you before the girls got here?" she spoke, trying to stop Alison from revealing any more TMI details.

"That my thumb was right here," Alison said, sticking out her thumb. She started walking back to the couch and Emily followed.

"And after that?"

"Mmm, I don't remember," Alison groaned frustratedly, sitting on the couch with a huff.

"Never mind," Emily sighed and shook her head, going to sit next to Alison.

"Well," Hanna said with a grin. "I think we've learned some really interesting things about Emison's relationship," she laughed.

"Shut up," Emily rolled her eyes, cheeks still rosy red. Alison only then seemed to notice she was sitting next to her, as she put her face in the crook of Emily's neck and snuggled up to her.

The girls talked for some time without Alison's interruption as the blonde's head lay peacefully in the same position. After Emily noticed Alison's breathing had become even, she realized that the girl had fallen asleep. She glanced at Alison and then made a swift decision of carrying her up to her bedroom. "I'm just going to get her in her room so she can sleep this off," Emily said to the girls and they nodded.

She picked up Alison bridal style once more, lifting her up the stairs carefully to her room. Once she got there, she laid the blonde on the bed for the second time that day, and she was ready to leave, when she felt a light tug on her arm.

"Stay," Alison's begging voice came out as barely a whisper.

"Okay," Emily answered instantly, not being able to resist the blonde. She shifted to lying under the sheets next to Alison. The blonde moved to half-lie on her, her leg draped over Emily and her arm slung over the brunette's stomach. Emily warmly embraced Alison's smaller frame, wrapping her arm around her form.

Emily hastily realized that she might be going to lie there for a while and she didn't want to leave Alison alone, so she tried to find a way to tell the girls they could leave so that they wouldn't need to stay down there so long. She thought of her options; she couldn't call out to them, since that might wake Alison up - and the same could be said for calling them on her phone. She couldn't get up and tell them herself either, Alison was already asleep practically on top of her. The best option she had was texting her friends to let them know they didn't have to stay.

She pulled out her phone from her back pocket, accidentally nudging Alison in the face. She was terrified for a moment that she had woken the blonde up, but when the sleepy girl showed no sign of waking up, she calmed down. She texted Spencer, telling her to say the same to Hanna and Aria. Spencer responded a minute later that the three of them heading out to grab something to eat, wishing her good luck with Alison.

Emily stayed like this with the blonde, and by the time she almost fell asleep herself, Alison stirred up tiredly.

"Em? Where am I? What happened?" Alison asked quietly, her eyes only half-open.

"We're in your room, Ali. We came back from the dentist and you were under the influence of laughing gas," Emily explained to her.

"And you stayed here this whole time?" Alison asked with a small smile as she looked past Emily at the clock, seeing that it was 21:36 PM. It must've been hard to convince Pam to allow Emily to stay there until then, Alison thought.

"Of course," Emily answered in a soft voice as if it was obvious.

"Em," she snuggled into the girl softly, placing a kiss on her neck. "One thing I know, is that I'll never take your love for granted, mermaid," Alison spoke. "You're everything I've always wanted."

"You're everything I've always wanted too, Ali. That's why I care about you so much and always will," Emily answered, kissing the top of Alison's head. The blonde smiled to herself, then frowned a bit at the sound of a phone buzzing. "That's another text from my mom," the brunette informed, adding in a reluctant tone, "I should probably go home."

"Nooo," Alison drawled childishly, "can't you stay?"

"Have you met my mom?"

"Fair enough, I guess," Alison chuckled gently. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"See you tomorrow."

Emily got up and kissed Alison on the lips shortly, then exited the room, leaving Alison to a night of sweet, sweet dreams about her mermaid.