I know you have like a million other prompts but I just thought of a scenario (it could take place before or after Ali disappeared, probably before): Emily and Alison are just hanging out and either Emily or Alison steals something from the other playfully and is playing keep away and then they start play wrestling and sexy times/angst/whatever you want ensues.
“I’m bored,” Alison exclaims, stretching her arms above her head and pouting at Emily from where she’s lying at the opposite end of the bed, her homework spread out around her. “And you’re ignoring me.”
“I’m not,” Emily replies immediately, because the day she’s able to ignore Alison DiLaurentis will probably be her last day on earth, but when her phone chimes again her eyes immediately drop the read the message and she laughs softly.
“Who is that? Ben?” Alison’s nose wrinkles when she says the name of the guy that Emily’s kind-of sort-of nearly dating (even though she doesn’t want to, she wants to date Alison but she knows she can never ask for that, can barely even think it just to herself).
“No,” the brunette replies as she fires off a quick reply, and when her eyes lift she sees that Alison’s frowning at her, now. “It’s Hanna.”
“Nothing important,” Emily shrugs, because it’s not. They’ve just been getting closer lately, having more classes together this year, the two of them together more often than any of the others. She knows she’s said the wrong thing when she sees Alison’s face darken slightly, before it’s wiped away – and then the blonde lunges forward to snatch Emily’s phone from her lap before she rolls away.
“Alison,” Emily says angrily as the blonde shoves her phone into the pocket of her jeans. “Give that back.”
“Why?” The blonde retorts, eyes dropping back down to the sheet of paper in-front of her. “I’m not reading your messages. We’re supposed to be working, not texting.” Emily glares at the side of Alison’s head, upset, and she wonders if she’s doing this because she’s jealous… and quickly pushes the thought away, reminding herself that Alison doesn’t think about her that way.
She’s made that perfectly clear.
“Ali,” she tries again, shuffling a little closer until she’s at the blonde’s side. “Please.” Alison lifts her head, and there’s a smirk playing at the edges of her lips, and she grabs Emily’s phone, hands it towards her – and then snatches it away again when Emily reaches for it.
“You’re gonna have to work a little harder than that to get it, Em,” the blonde murmurs teasingly, and Emily huffs out a sigh before trying to reach for her phone again. Alison pulls her arm back, and Emily grabs for her wrist, but then Alison is showing at her shoulder and somehow Emily ends up flat on her back on the bed with Alison’s knees on either side of her hips and the blonde’s hands pinning hers over her head, and her phone is nowhere in sight but suddenly she doesn’t really care.
“W-what are you doing?” She asks, and she kind of can’t breathe because is straddling her in a bed and she’s half-convinced that she’s fallen asleep because surely this could only happen in her dreams.
“Sshh,” Alison murmurs, and when she shifts and leans down Emily has to bite back a moan because she can feel Alison’s breasts pressed against her own and god, she’s going to pass out. “This can be our little secret.”