Hi everyone!
So, as usual I'm a bit late and I still have to start with the forth season of Orange. I've actually recently started rewatching the third one from the beginning and making my way up through the episodes whenever I can, but I'm still taking my time with it :)
However, I had this idea a few days ago, and since someone *cough*Vausemaniac*cough* kind of asked me to write some Vauseman, here it is :D
As I said in the summary it shows the beginning of Alex and Piper relationship...
I'm also experimenting with a new style lately. I hope you won't mind the different POV :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Orange Is The New Black
Enjoy
Alex Vause is a wild creature. You know that now.
You have known that for a while actually but in the meantime you have just kept listing all the aspects, especially the small ones, that made her resemble more and more to something that you could properly name, only to find out that there is nothing she can be properly compared to in nature.
Not even her beauty can be found somewhere else with the same astonishing intensity of her pure form. But that's a whole other aspect of her, a more physical one that you deeply enjoy and cherish.
You don't know from where comes the need that you feel about comparing Alex to some specific creature, but there is simply something so raw and proud and majestic about her that inspires you to look a little more extensively into the animal kingdom, where your research, as you have decided to call it, brings you within the Felidae family, the Panthera species in general, and more specifically among lionesses and leopards.
There are traits of her there that fascinates you, and deep similarities that you can't certainly ignore.
The resemblance is quite impressive actually, but the conclusion at which you arrive eventually, is that Alex Vause remains a unique creature in her own wildness.
A wild creature with a few notions of domestication.
She is independent, instinctive, mostly nocturnal, and she purrs when you scratch her gently behind her neck and ears, or when you feed her something she particularly likes.
You have studied her carefully in all her enviroments and you can tell that she enjoys company, although not always people in their singularity. In fact, she is very socially selective when not for buisiness. Very few are the ones that she keeps near and truly enjoy, but the company that she prefers above anyone else's, is yours. And here is where the animal-like behaviour part of Alex Vause leaves a gap and gives more space to her human side, showing her kaleidoscope of emotions, so intense and true - sometimes even in their veiled subtlety - that spins to give colours and shapes to the conventional world around you.
She affects you that much.
She is always open about how she feels, while you sometimes tend to withold things from her, but only because you keep them hidden to yourself as well.
You both envy and admire her confidence - although you don't think you would ever be able to wear it so naturally and flawlessly like she does - because beside the whole most obvious physical attraction thing, that's what makes you stay and order a margarita that night in that bar when you first meet her.
Just like the rest of her, it has an irresistible magnetic pull to you. Something that goes beyond your control and pierces right through your curiousity to reach somewhere deep and primal.
She teases you about your resume and you flush with embarrassment, a reaction that you'll learn is one of her favourites to see on you, and one that she always tries to earn at every possible occasion because yeah, she is also a teasing little shit.
But that's okay. The sting of embarrassment is more than worth the deep husky laugh that always follows and the gleam of warm genuine amusement that you see sparkle with life in her emerald pools whenever she teases you.
It stirs something inside you since that very first time you see it.
That night ends with her mischievous, and kind of promising "See you around, Piper" something that you take litterally and that encourages you to return in that same bar a few nights later.
She is there.
And so she is two nights after that.
You always spot her first, even in the crowd, because everything about her could easily stand out among hundreds. Her voice, her laugh, and even the faint traces of her scent in a packed room is enough to perk up your ears. And she gives you this huge smirk every time she sees you approach.
She is funny. She is intelligent. She is gorgeous.
She likes you. That much you can tell, and being around her feels like being constantly high from adrenaline and attached to a battery car, as if there is something warm and tingling starting from somewhere inside you that floods your veins and runs down your spine, radiating all over your body to tickle every nerve ending, like some kind of drug, making you feel lightheaded and heavy with its glorious effect at the same time whenever her gaze lingers a little longer on you.
It's the most invigorating thing you have ever experienced.
You finally exchange numbers but eventually, after almost a week spent wondering about all the unknown things that make your blood sing whenever your mind drifts inevitably towards her, you are the one who calls her.
She offers you to meet her at a bar. This time it's just you and her, and even if the margarita that sits in front of you is probably the most delicious thing that has ever touched your tongue, for the entire time you can't take your eyes off those rosy generous lips of hers, having a feeling that they would taste a thousand times better than anything you have ever tried before.
You remain thirsty for the rest of the evening. Unconsciously squirming in your seat.
And the way she looks at you doesn't make things any easier.
"You know, I live not far from here..." She says almost innocently when you step outside the bar, still pretending that whatever this is it isn't headed in that direction, yet as her voice trails off she leaves enough space for your obvious interpretation. It's an invitation and a question, a final search for the minimal trace of hesitation or doubt, all at once.
But she doesn't need to ask.
The way your body has been responding to her for the whole night gives you no choice.
So you accept, blinded by the mischievous little smirk full of promises that she flashes you.
You are not drunk, you are not even tipsy. The tequila has certainly done its effect making you just a little more breezy, but you surely are fully intoxicated by Alex.
Her heady fragrance, her husky voice, her subtle touches and the warmth that you can practically feel radiating from her are all over you, so when you arrive at her building and get into the elevator - not even looking a bit surprised when she presses for the top floor, because go figures - the sense of anticipation that has been fueled during the short walk burst into the quiet restricted space as soon as the doors close and she gazes so obviously at you.
You beat her on time for just a split second but she is the one who dominates your mouth till the top floor.
And your assumption was right. Her lips are the softest thing on earth, and she does taste better than anything you have ever tried before. But not only that, because of course she so happens to make your head spin with the best make out session you have ever shared with anyone. Made infinitely better by all the light touching and firm but gentle groping that happens in between as you stumble towards her door and, once inside, towards the bed while eagerly removing each other's clothes.
You soon find out that Alex Vause is not a tease in bed, but she does love to take her time. And that litterally kills you, in the best possible ways.
She finds all your weak spots, and like the best of predators she exploits them, experimenting with different touches, applying more or less pression and - your favourite - switching between using her fingertips and mouth on the most sensitive and responsive ones.
She kisses and bites her way down your body in what you can only describe as an eager patience, something that makes you impossibly restless with growing need.
When she takes pity on you and focus her attentions where you need her the most, the warmth of her mouth almost makes you sob with relief.
She laps your clit with devotion, takes it between her lips with gentle sucks, and teases your entrance with the tip of her tongue until your juices are glistening on her rosy lips and running freely down her chin.
When you come it's long and hard and wet and frenetic. You search for something to hold onto, unable to keep still as pleasure assaults your senses and leaves you breathless to the point that you think you might pass out.
The waves of the aftershock crash into you for entire minutes after, turning into a gentle hushed echo just as your breathing returns to normal and your body seems to respond to your commands once again.
It's unquestionably the best sexual experience you ever had.
And you are eager to return the favor, unconcerned by the whole "never been with a woman before" thing. Because fuck, there is no room for all that nonsense. You are still so thirsty from before, and now that you have gotten a taste of her heavenly lips, it has only made you more desperate to taste her true essence.
Unfortunately, you get brutally and dramatically interrupted, by the worst discovery no less, and after you snap at Alex what she deserves before slamming the door, and find yourself walking home barefoot up the god-knows-what-I'm-walking-on sidewalks of Manhattan, fuming and aching and with the fresh uncomfortably wet reminder persisting between your thighs, you swear to never go look for her and never see her again.
That resolution lasts for ten days.
And somehow you consider it some kind of victory anyway because damn, resist with the constant throb between your legs day and night for almost two weeks after the mind blowing orgasm which its still fresh memory makes your hand slid under the waistband of your underwear more times that you can count, is definitely a record you are proud of.
But there is more to it than just the reminder of the best orgasm of your life whenever you think about Alex.
The fluttering warm feeling surfaces from your belly and makes its way into your chest every time you linger on the thought of her flashing you one of those rare but sincere mischievous-free smiles of hers, or whenever you think back about her giving you a glimpse of her passionate and beautiful mind whenever you engaged into something literature or historically related. And then there is that something that is purely Alex that you don't know if you'll ever be able to find a word to describe, but that you have felt flare with ardor when you have kissed her.
It gives you that hollow sensation in your stomach and it expands your chest with warmth and emotion.
You wonder is she feels that too.
And that's probably what gives you the extra push to venture in that bar that night; the need to know if whatever this is, is just one sided.
You really hope it isn't.
You kind of know it isn't.
You weren't so sure about such idea at first, mostly because of the whole girlfriend thing, but once you find yourself there with her in front of that bathroom stall feeling good because you are being brave and a little reckless for once, everything is repaid in the moment she leans in to kiss her answer on your lips.
And you are glad that you did it.
Because if you had changed your mind and decided to stay home that night, you know with an almost absolute certainty that you wouldn't be here now, in bed with Alex months later, after one of your longest sex marathons.
You look at her with longing, sprawled all over the bed, covered by just the sheets, looking so magnificent, sated and satisfied, and you can't help but think back about her as a wild feline.
She has asked you to go to Indonesia with her earlier this evening; leave everything and go being adventurous with her for a while.
"Are you sure you want me there with you?" You decide to ask her softly after a few moment of silence, scooting to stay a little closer to her and mentally adding "...because I wouldn't want to restrain you in anyway, you amazing wild thing."
You stroke her soft black mane and listen to the low guttural content hums of appreciation that she does in the back of her throat, watching the way her eyelids flutter as she leans against your touch seeking for more, like a grown, affectionate and tamed black panther would do with her mistress.
You almost expect her to lick your hand.
Instead she shifts to rests her head in your lap, opening her eyes and looking up at you with those bright piercing green gems.
"Of course I do." She answers truthfully with a little smirk tugging at her lips. "Why, you don't want to come anymore?" A small sad note seeps in her voice at this, but there is also a silent, comforting understanding in her look, as if you have suddenly changed your mind she would accept that without questioning it.
The trace of vulnerability in her is endearing, sometimes foreign, but it attracts you just as much as all her strongest traits do. And the fact that she lets it show sometimes, says everything about how much she trusts you and loves you.
Alex's love makes you ache. And you make sure that she aches as well with the same scorching intensity of yours.
Alex doesn't believe in ownership, you don't either. Yet, she still leaves her signature all over your body with delicious bites that sting so sweetly and light bruises that paint your pale skin for days, making your body vibrate with the echo of how they got there when you skim your fingers over them, enthusiastic to sport the signs of Alex primal possessiveness that she leaves during those lust filled moments.
No, you don't believe in ownership, but at the end of the day, when you get into bed with Alex and you curl yourself against her front and she wraps her arm protectively around your waist, you feel like - in a way that can be only be explained with that secret language that exclusively you and Alex speak - you are hers and she is yours, and you belong with her, wherever she is and nowhere else.
You smile down at her, shifting in you position so that you can cup her cheek and kiss her.
Slowly.
Sweetly.
Reassuringly.
When you pull back she is already grinning, all sharp teeth and excitement, because you and Alex don't always need actual words. But just because you can't hold them so tightly in your chest this time, you still whisper your answer against her lips as she tenderly bumps her nose against yours.
"I'd go anywhere with you, Alex."
I think I'll always see Alex as some kind of fierce panther... Anyway, again this was just a little something I've been writing while rewatching the third season and a few older scenes till I'll decide to start watching the fourth season. It could stay just like this as a one shot or... as an introduction for an eventual, more explicit piece about the beginning and evolution of their relationship. And if you want that... Well, just say the word :)