After Hours (part II)
Alison shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath so she can gather her thoughts on how the fuck she was going to explain this.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Emily says, her voice still raspy from sleep, and Alison just wants to punch herself in the face for how weak in the knees she just got from that sound.
She turns around to face Emily who is now leaning on her elbows, a worried frown on her face, eyes running all over her face as if she was looking for the answer Alison is praying she doesn’t find.
“Well?,” Emily tries again, sitting up and Alison clears her throat.
“I, um—well, it’s nothing. I’m okay, Em,” she musters a smile that surely looks like a cringe by the way Emily’s frown depends. “I’m going back to bed, yes?,” she fakes a yawn, “Yes!” she shrills, turning around and grabbing the doorknob, and—
“Wait, what?” Emily says, and Alison realizes it’s way too late to leave because a tan hand is wrapping around her wrist, tugging on it softly until she’s being directed toward’s the brunettes bed.
Emily makes her sit down and Alison’s just trying to look everywhere, except where Emily is but that seems to be impossible because Emily’s standing right in front her in a shirt and underwear, so close that she can just smell the shea butter body wash the brunette uses and, oh god, if she would just lean a bit she’d had her face right between Emily's—
“Ali, what’s going on? Are you hot? God, you’re so flushed right now, are you getting sick? Is it the baby?” Emily rants, her hands alternating between her cheeks, and her forehead. “Is that why you were here?”
Alison shakes her head, “No, I was— God, Emily it’s nothing. Can I please get back to my room?,” she nearly begs because, god, why can’t Emily just let it go.
Or put some clothes on. Or look less fucking edible.
She watches Emily kneel on the floor, until they’re both almost eye-to-eye.
“Why are you lying?,” Emily asks and Alison’s trying to look at everywhere but the girl in front of her. “Were you, like, craving food?,” she asks with a small smile, and Alison sighs.
I wish it were food, Alison thinks to herself with a shake of her head. But then looks up to realize she didn’t say it in in her mind at all — because Emily’s deer caught in headlights look are about the exact reaction Alison was trying to avoid since the beginning.
“Uhm,” she hears Emily murmur, and that’s all she needs to stand up from the brunette’s bed like if it were on fire because what was she even thinking in the first place, thinking she would just strut in here and demand it and Emily would’ve just jumped into her arms— who was she kidding.
She’s huge, and hormonal, and swollen; nobody could ever say yes to this. At least, not Emily. Not when Alison’s sure there’s no possibility of something ever—
“Hey, hey…” Emily says soothingly, once again standing up to where’s is, half way out the door. “Don’t go,” she says softly as she shuts the door. And they both stay like that, just standing there all quiet, until, “So, how can I help?,” she asks casually.
Alison’s head shots up so quick, and Emily’s face is completely blank.
She sure can name at least a hundred ways of how she can help but for now she’ll settle for, “Can you please just start with putting some clothes on please?,” she whines and Emily laughs.
“Isn’t that like the opposite of what you wanted?,” the brunette says with a smirk, and Alison gulps, “Of what you were craving,”
Alison feels lightheaded at the way she said that word, because she’d always had experience with sweet and caring Emily.
She’s never seen this Emily.
This Emily’s so casual about them doing… stuff just because Alison’s libido is, like, off the roof.
But it’s more like Emily expected it. There’s no surprise, or indecision like in their previous interactions. It’s like she knew this was going to happen, and Alison finds that very kind of intriguing…
She doesn’t really trust her voice right now, but just to make sure, “So that means…”
“That means,” Emily starts, as she grabs her gently by the waist and turns her around until Alison’s walking backwards to the bed again, “that this is my baby, and you’re having it,” she says lowly, licking her lips and that’s the only thing Alison can see on that right now, “and if that means that I have to help you out sometimes, I won’t protest.”
And for some reason that takes her out of her trance, and she frowns at Emily, “Wait, so—” but whatever hormone-driven reply she was going to say dies in her throat the second Emily mouth crashes into hers.
And Emily’s on a mission, if this kiss wasn’t enough proof. The brunette is urgent, not even hesitating before shoving her tongue inside Alison’s mouth and, yes, that’s exactly what I wanted, Alison thinks as she throws her arms around the brunette’s shoulders, moaning at the feeling of being so pressed up against the other woman.
And Emily’s still surprisingly gentle (despite how hard she’s sucking on Alison’s bottom lip right now, and how her hands are grasping at her barely there hips, almost possessively).
She wouldn’t have expected any less. Emily’s always so soft.
Alison can’t help but swoon when Emily eases her down onto the mattress, which is probably the first moment with their mouths unattached.
Emily grins, “Are you, uhm, enjoying yourself?,” she says, and Alison can see the actual inquiry in her eyes. So she pecks the brunette’s lips quickly.
“Very,” Alison says smiling, and when Emily’s mouth goes to press with hers once again, she admits, “But it’d be even more enjoyable if you’d take your shirt off,” she mutters shyly against Emily’s lips.
Emily hums with a knowing smirk and gets off from Alison, taking her shirt off, and throwing it on the floor. And just sitting there with a stupid smile, letting Alison look all she wanted.
Oh, and she totally did.
Alison roams her eyes at every bit of skin she can get. She’s pretty sure she’s wearing the dumbest look on her face because of Emily’s laughing, but she doesn’t care.
She doesn’t care at all.
So, in a blink, Alison sits up and takes her own shirt off (ignoring all the alarms going off in her head telling her how huge she is) momentarily enjoying the look of awe Emily gives her, and then grabs the back of the other woman’s head, crashing their mouths together again.
Emily’s hands go immediately to her breasts and Alison moans in her mouth but then Emily’s breaking the kiss and leans forward until her mouth is pressing the wettest open-mouth kisses all over her neck and shoulders, and on her chest and breasts, and Alison can’t help but throw her head back and moan loudly because, yes.
Emily pushes her back a bit and Alison gets the hint and lays back down on the mattress until the brunette is laying half on top of her (because the belly’s starting to get in the way), kissing her neck and her lips. “You feel so good,” Emily says grinning lazily, her eyes dark, “can I…” she ask, motioning Alison’s underwear and the blonde almost breaks her neck from nodding so hard.
Emily chuckles at her reply and starts taking her underwear off, and Alison’s so ready. She’s practically vibrating with anticipation, and nervousness.
Emily can probably sense this because she tears her eyes from her the blonde’s exposed body to smile softly at her, “You’re beautiful, you know?,” she says, and Alison feels herself flush, “Impossibly, and annoyingly beautiful. Even more now,”
Alison doesn’t believe because she knows how huge she’s getting but still, “Thank you,” she replies shyly and Emily pecks her stomach before running her hands up the inside of her thighs and Alison feels like she’s on fire.
“Should I continue? Are you still sure?,” Emily asks again, as if she can’t see or smell how wet Alison is.
Alison just rolls her eyes, grabs Emily’s hand and directs it exactly where she needs it.
And fuck, Emily groans at the same time she does.
“Oh…,” Emily whispers thickly as she runs her fingers through Alison and—
“Fuck yes,” Alison moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when Emily swiftly enters her with a single finger while sucking on her breasts and her neck and her chest and god, Alison can feel her everywhere.
Until she can’t, and she opens her heavy eyelids to look at Emily who’s eyes are wild.
“You should be on top,” Emily says, already scrambling to flip them, “your belly,” she explains, and okay that makes sense, Alison thinks.
Emily sits down on the bed, watching her as she places herself on top of the brunette, and they’re still shuffling a bit on order to get more comfortable in this position but then—fuck, Emily’s bare thigh accidentally presses against her core and Alison’s self-control goes out the window.
She starts rolling her hips frantically because— fuck, she’s so close, and she’s moaning so loud but she’s pretty sure she just heard Emily cursing and Alison’s basically humping her thigh and she knows it must be a mess because she’s so wet but the brunette doesn’t seem to mind because she starts licking and biting at every bit of skin she has access to and it just feels all too good and Alison grabs the back of her head and kisses her and it’s so needy and dirty.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Emily moans agains her mouth, grabbing Alison’s hips, guiding her harder and faster against her thigh. “You’re so wet,” she pants.
And Alison’s sure she’s not gonna hold any longer because she can barely catch her breath, and Emily’s sucking on her neck, and pinching her nipples, and they’re both so sweaty and frantic and Emily’s thigh is hitting her in a spot that makes her thighs tremble and fuck—
Everything goes black.
At least that’s how it feels like for Alison after having the supernova of orgasms. Until Emily starts laughing.
“Did you just,” Emily starts, and Alison groans in response, hiding her face in the brunette’s shoulder as the other woman runs her hands on the blonde’s back.
“Can you not, please?,” Alison mumbles embarrassedly.
Emily just kisses her forehead and says, “I’m so good,” with a smirk and Alison would’ve rolled her eyes if she had the slightest bit of energy.
The next morning, Alison’s making breakfast and Emily kissing her shoulder and joking about baby hormones and cravings and about the nail scratches Alison left on her shoulders and they’re both blushing and grinning, and this feels far too light for what this actually means or what they’re going through but when Emily grabs her hand during pancakes with her gentle smile and kind eyes, she can’t think of anything else but what’s right in front of her.
So sorry, I’m like really bad at writing smut. Also, I know this one’s longer but I hope you pervs enjoyed it! Let me know if u guys think of any prompts and shit.