I know you have a lot of prompts waiting in the queue, but I was wondering you could do an emison kiss in the rain ficlet because of reasons (you can make it how ever long you want it) but I think it's definitely needed :3
They’re walking back from dinner at The Grill (not the most romantic of places for a dinner date, but Emily’s car is in the garage so they’re stuck in Rosewood for the time being instead of being able to go to Philly or New York – she loves dragging Alison all over the place, determined to make up for the years they’d lost together), holding hands and chatting idly about anything and everything when they heavens open above them and rain starts pouring down.
And Emily doesn’t understand because it had been sunny before, and sometimes she really, really hates the fall weather in Rosewood, because she hadn’t brought a jacket and within just a few seconds she’s drenched, her clothes sticking to her skin and her hair curling around her shoulders, and it’s cold and she shivers as she and Alison run to shelter under some trees, praying that it’ll stop soon.
“Well this is a view I get used to,” Alison murmurs when Emily’s not paying attention, her eyes focused on watching people around town run to their cars or into buildings as the rain bounces down, and when she turns back to her girlfriend the blonde’s eyes are fixed on her chest and there’s a smirk on her face and Emily flushes, belatedly remembering that she’d worn a white shirt which is now completely see-through. “Although I’m not sure how I feel about other people getting a look, too.”
“There’s no-one else around,” Emily points out, because everyone has disappeared and they’re the only ones stupid enough to not be under cover right now (the trees don’t really count because every now and again water droplets trickle down the back of her neck or drop onto the top of her head).
“Good,” the blonde breathes before she’s stepping closer and shoving Emily back onto the street, curling one hand around the back of her neck to drag her head down so that she can press their lips together, and Emily makes a small noise of surprise that’s swallowed by Alison’s mouth as the blonde’s tongue dips into her mouth, and her hands curve around Alison’s hips and pull her closer so that their bodies are flush against one another.
“What was that for?” Emily asks when they part, her breathing ragged and her heart pounding and her head hazy in that way it always does whenever Alison kisses her like that, and the rain has slowed to a light drizzle around them, people starting to emerge from undercover.
“I always wanted to do that,” the blonde shrugs, leaning up to brush another chaste kiss against Emily’s lips.
“What? Kiss in the rain?” Emily asks, and when the blonde nods she grins. “Who knew that Alison DiLaurentis was such a hopeless romantic?”
“Shut up.”
