Emison: Fragile Like Glass

Chapter 34: The Tease and The Sleaze

1 week later

Alison POV:
One week.

One week since I've gotten back together with Emily.

We ditched that Stef girl in Texas. Well, I did. Ew. No thanks.

Although, I still look like shit.

Lip piercing, tongue piercing, belly button piercing, and nose piercing.
Also, a tattoo and new scars from when Emily left me.

I'm sitting at my desk, practicing for exams and studying. And looking up fashion jobs. I'm 17, almost 18. I need to start getting my life together.

As I'm working, I feel a two strong arms wrap around me.

I jump and yelp and the person behind me laughs.

Emily.

"Hey, babe." She chuckles, and kisses my lips.

"Hi." I reply with a smile.

"What're you doin'?" She asks with an upbeat happy voice, and rocks back and forth on her heels.

"Studying."

"Oh, fun." She says sarcastically.

"Shut up. Shouldn't you be studying, too?" I ask.

"I've been studying with Spencer 5 days a week. We're off today." She giggles.

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"I do." I gush, and scrunch up my face, making her giggle.

"Do you want to do something?" She asks.

"I would say yes, but I have to study." I whine.

"That's unfortunate." She says, and starts rubbing my back with her left hand.

"I...Wish there was something I could do for you." She whispers, and traces patterns on my thigh with her right hand. "To...Take the stress off of you." She adds, and kisses my neck.

"Em..." I moan, and roll my head to the right to give her better access.

"Maybe I could make you some tea." She says, and breaks any contact we had.

"Emily..." I groan.

She smiles, and sits next to me.

"What's this?" She asks, looking at my paper.

"Science."

"Oh, yeah? Is that so?" She asks, getting closer to me.

She pretends to be interested in the work as her hand lingers above my center.

She starts tracing my panty line, ever so lightly grazing it.

I clear my throat, and look back at all of the crap I have sitting in front of me.
Emily not included.

She slowly drags her hand, and rubs my inner thighs.

I look at her intently, looking for any sign of humor in her.

"Em-"

"I shouldn't probably go." She says, and gets up.

"Would you stop being s tease?!" I exclaim.

"You quit being a sleaze!" She yells back, attempting to suppress the smile threatening to show on her face.

"Emily Fields. Sit your ass down."

"Ooh! Boss lady. I like it." She says seductively with a smirk on her face. "I love when you're in control." She adds, and turns her head. Acting like why she just said was not entirely inappropriate. Which it was.

"So...Lets get to work, shall we?" She asks, and grabs a pencil.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I scoff, and open my textbook.

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I had to do something with that title because I love it so much.