Family

Épouse

"Put something sexy on" she giggles

I put on a short burgundy dress with a deep v-neck, a black leather jacket and black boots. I leave my hair with its natural wave and contrast my natural makeup with smokey eyes. Across from me; Alison is rummaging through her suitcase, her long hair flows over her beautiful face of makeup, through the blonde I can see a burst of color from Alison's jungle red lipstick

"What are you looking for?"

"My dress"

"Is this it?" I ask, holding up the dress that was sat right next to her

"Yeah. Wow, you were just so gorgeous that I got confused and distracted"

"Just hurry up and squeeze into that little dress so I can take it back off in a few hours" I laugh, winking at her

Ali's pov

"Bon appetite"

"I knew this was a posh restaurant I mean it's inside the Eiffel Tower, but I didn't know it was this type of posh restaurant"

"What type? The one that only give you enough food for a fairy?" Emily laughs, poking her fork into the side of her small strip of chicken

"Yes that kind. Don't worry we'll get a McDonalds on the way back or something"

"Ali we are eating dinner in the Eiffel Tower and you're thinking about McDonalds. You should be thinking about pizza, everyone know that's the best food"

"Not the best" she seductively smiles at me

"Ali we are in public!" I stutter with embarrassment

"I was talking about cookies, what did you think I meant?" she laughs; her voice smooth as whiskey

After a three course meal we get into the elevator and go up to the top floor to look over Paris again. It's even more beautiful at night, the whole city is lite up with colors and we can hear the quiet laugher of the tourists below. I wrap my arms around her and she stretches her arms out humming the titanic theme song

"Ready to go back to the hotel Rose?"

"Yeah let's go Jack" she laughs

I step away from her and she throws her arm over my shoulder. We walk to the hotel stopping for a slice of pizza on our way

"I've been waiting for this all day" Emily says, closing the room door

I jump onto the bed and lie down poising for her

"Draw me like one of your French girls" I say in a terrible French accent

Emily's pov

Alison is lying across the bed in her tight and beautiful royal blue dress. I unzip my boots and then lie on the bed next to her, I lean over to kiss her. She kicks her high heels off and wraps one of her legs around me, I grab her thigh and pull her leg further up mine, she kisses me repeatedly while unclipping my bra

"You've gotten good at unclipping my bra quickly" I laugh, breaking our kiss

"I've had a lot of practice" she smiles as she begins to kiss me again

Our kisses deepen, breaths grow shorter and clothes get removed

"I love you so much Alison"

"I love you too" she breathlessly sighs, running her hands down my legs

Alison returns her breath as I pull her underwear off with my teeth, she leans over and claps my head in her hands, she pulls me back up to her face and kisses me; running her hand through my hair. She runs her hand down my back, massaging my spine. Alison straddles over my back and begins to give me a massage

"Oh my... I really need this massage because my dodgy shoulder has never been the same since that night" I start to drift off as Alison pushes her soft delicate hands onto my shoulder blade

"But you know what I need more?" I continue

"What do you need?" She asks, kissing my shoulder

"You" I giggle, swiftly twisting around so she is now lying on my chest

Alison leans down and traces my lips with her tongue

Ali's pov

I can hear Emily's nose softly whistling in her sleep, she looks perfect.

"Emily, I really do love you. You make me a better woman and I need you in my life forever. Emily you promised you would see the good in me for the rest of our lives, and I promise to love and cherish you till my very last breath" I take her deep sleep as an opportunity to secretly spill my feelings. Emily has helped me a lot but I still find it difficult to express how I feel towards her

"You are the love of my life Emily Catherine Fields-DiLaurentis"

I see a subtle smiles develop on her face and she slowly opens then closes her eyes. I can't decide whether to panic that she heard my admiration for her or to feel relieved that she knows how much I really love her, however both feeling disappear when I hear her talk in her sleep. Emily only talks in her sleep when she's in a deep sleep, she doesn't form proper sentences just randomly shouts words and names

I turn the lamps off and softly kiss the side of Emily's forehead. I spoon her; placing my arm over her side, I interlock our hands. I fall asleep holding my wife in my arms, as I gain heat on this cold French night. The pitter patter of rain bounces off the window and the wind howls through the dark trees. The wind and rain give me a perfectly relaxing end to a perfect day.

"bonne nuit mon amour" I hush into Emily's ear