A/N: This is my first fan fiction story! Reviews, Favourites and Follows and greatly appreciated.

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"Uh, fuck, Alex, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," Piper groaned out, unable to control her moans.

"Show, don't tell," Alex moaned in her low husky voice. Alex had waited, or more accurately, dreamed of this moment for almost eight years. This was so right, but so wrong taking in the current situation they both were in; they were in the moment, who gave a fuck?

Piper was a newly married woman, to Larryo Bloom, whom she met six years ago. She was happy, finally enjoying the life she was always destined to have. A life that her mother (and the WASPy society she grew up in) had approved of.

Alex was unemployed, no longer in Kubra's drug cartel for about five years now, for the want of a better life. The job title had too much baggage which the brunette wanted to leave behind. However, she did have a large fortune from working for the cartel, hence why she hasn't worked a day since leaving the cartel.

How did they still find their way back to each other after Piper abandoned Alex in Paris eight years ago? Surely it was inevitable for them to be back together.

2 weeks earlier...

It had been a warm Friday, and Piper was exhausted by the time it got to midday. Larry and she were moving into their first proper house together as a married couple, just on the outskirts of the busy New York city. Although Larry was excited about the move, Piper wasn't so enthusiastic. She preferred living in the heart of New York, not the suburbs as a bored housewife whilst her husband travels the country, working. It didn't sound appealing at all. She sold her shares in the soap store she started with her best friend, Polly, to afford a new home with her husband. The neighbourhood wasn't so exciting either. It was quiet; just a few kids riding their bicycles around. Other than that, it was deserted.

As soon as the first couch was moved into the house, Piper collapsed into it, leaving Larry and her brother, Cal, to move everything else in. She was exhausted from packing and loading everything out onto the truck. She really did insist of hiring removal men, but Larry said that he could manage. Obviously not. Manual labour wasn't Piper's forte, either.

"Coffee," Piper whispered to herself. "I need coffee." Piper searched for the closest coffee shop on her phone and let out a little squeal of happiness after finding a shop situated two minutes away.

Putting on her maroon converses and leaving the house, she followed the directions on her phone, arriving at a small coffee shop on the corner. It wasn't Starbucks, but as long as she was getting some caffeine in her system, she would be happy.

"Mhmm," she moaned, taking the first sip of her coffee as she walked back home slowly. She became immersed in her own little world. Just her and her coffee.

As she was nearing home, just passing the neighbours' house, she heard someone shout, "Hey Blondie." Piper looked around confused, spotting a woman blowing smoke rings into the air, sitting on the front porch of the neighbours' house.

"Me?" Piper questioned her whilst pointing into her own chest.

"Yeah, unless you see Paris Hilton around here." The woman shrugged, with her untamed, crazy hair which looked like it hadn't been brushed in months. She took another quick drag of her cigarette before stomping it out on the ground. "You're one of my new neighbours, right? I'm Nicky," getting up and walking towards Piper with her hand extended out in front of her.

"Yeah," the blonde replied, giving the crazy-haired woman a small smile. "I'm Piper, Piper Chap- fuck. Piper Bloom." She mentally face palmed herself. Clearly embarrassing herself in a matter of seconds of meeting her new neighbour.

"Nice to meet you, Blondie." Nicky smirked at the nickname she had given her new neighbour.

"Likewise," the blonde had replied, smiling as she made her way back to her house.

Upon walking through the door, she took a long sip from her coffee cup, not noticing a storage box in front of her. Piper landed on the floor, on top of her coffee cup. "Larry, you fucking fucker!" She screamed as she got up noticing coffee all down her clothes and the floor. She was already pissed off with Larry after catching him jerking off in the morning when he should have been helping her move boxes onto the truck. Larry irritated her at times, but it was something she loved about him. She was in love with being loved.

She quickly soaked up the coffee from the floor with tissue and sighed out of annoyance.

Piper walked back out of the house, deciding that she'll sit on the front porch to dry off, as all her clothes were packed away. The road was quiet, not like the busy streets of New York. God, she missed the craziness. The hustle and bustle. She missed her small apartment. She missed her best friend, Polly. She also missed her mother and father, who relocated to Florida.

Piper sat there, texting Polly for a while. She noticed quite a few cars pull up on the road and some obviously drunk people enter the crazy-haired woman's house. Probably having a party, the blonde thought to herself. She thought nothing of it.

Later on that same night, Piper found herself in bed next to Larry, who was fast asleep. She was unable to fall asleep because of the amount of noise coming from her neighbours party, even though she was physically exhausted. The music pounded and cheers of the partygoers weren't making it any more easier for her to fall asleep.

Visibly annoyed, Piper got up, put on some sweats and shoes and walked over to the noisy house. Hopefully they would keep it down, so she could get some well earned rest.

She knocked on the door several times, hurting her knuckles in the process. A couple seconds passed. No answer. Just as she was about to knock again, the door swung open, but it wasn't the crazy haired woman from earlier who opened the door. Instead, it was a rather familiar face, causing Piper's breath to hitch in her throat. She thought her eyes were deceiving her, but no, they weren't. What was in front of her, was real. Alive.

The woman stood in the doorway was tall and dark haired. She had white porcelain skin, perfectly arched eyebrows, her glasses sat at the top of her head and she had perfectly winged eyeliner.

Alex.

She wasn't much different from the lasts time Piper had seen her. She'd lost some weight and got rid of the blue ends in her hair. She was still beautiful - in Piper's eyes.

All five foot, ten inches of her.

Fuck!

Piper's mind was everywhere, she didn't know what to do, instead she froze. Not one coherent thought going through the blondes head.

Both of them stood there in the doorway staring at each other, speechless. Alex's smile slipped from her face as soon as she realised who was standing in front of her. Piper eventually tore her blue eyes away from the raven haired woman's green eyes. Piper couldn't say anything as a lump formed in her throat. "Piper? Wha-what are you doing here? How did you find my house, kid?" In her low husky voice, which seemed to crack as the words left her mouth.

After an awkward silence fell between them for a couple seconds, Piper finally looked back at the other woman. "Keep your fucking music down and tell everyone to shut the fuck up. I'm trying to fucking sleep," Piper said angrily, clenching her hands into fists.

Alex took a step back, trying to take in the information that left Pipers perfect lips. And before she could say something back, Piper turned on her heel and speed walked away, running her fingers through her blonde hair. Alex didn't know what to do. She was contemplating on whether she should go after Piper or not, instead she stayed put and watched the blonde disappear into the house next door.

"Fuck," Alex whispered to herself with a puzzled face. She re-entered the house and closed the door behind, leaning against it in disbelief. "What the actual fuck?"

Piper caught her breath as soon as she shut the front door behind her. There were a million answers she needed to know. How did you find my house, kid?, replayed in her mind over and over again. Her breathing seemed to get heavier and she felt anger pulse throughout her body. She put her hands over her face in disbelief and groaned quietly.

Alex was Piper's drug dealing, ex-girlfriend. The blonde began to wonder if she was her neighbour too. Her thoughts then drifted to how sexy the brunette looked, quickly dismissing the thought when she remembered that she is married now.

Her day couldn't get any worse.

Piper made her way upstairs, keeping quiet so she doesn't wake up Larry. She found her way to the bathroom sink and splashed cool water on her face, thinking it would erase the woman's face out of her mind - which didn't. Staring into the mirror at her reflection, her breathing began to steady, but was still heavier than normal. Alex had always drove Piper insane and was all she could think about right now. It was crazy how Alex still had this effect on her, even after eight years of not seeing each other.

A couple of hours passed, and Piper was laying next to Larry in bed, still awake. A million thoughts still raced through her head. Each and every one of a dark haired woman. She didn't want to be near that woman. Every thought of Alex made her angrier. Alex was the one who ruined something special. She ruined what they had.

But Piper loved her. Like a fucking lot.

By four in the morning, Alex said goodbye to the last of her guests. For the majority of the night, her thoughts drifted to Piper. The blonde was intoxicating, even if they only saw each other for thirty seconds. She walked up to Nicky, who was half passed out on the couch. Alex and Nicky have been inseparable since meeting many years ago and now they live together. "Oi, Nichols. Get the fuck up. You never told me we had new neighbours."

She groaned before replying, "Yeah, Blondie, she seems nice. I might have to ask her for her number and give her a finger or two," Nicky mumbled, not making any effort to talk.

"That's my fucking ex, who happened to abandon me in Paris, eight fucking years ago… When my mother died." Alex hysterically screamed at her best friend.

Nicky shot up from her half awake form, giving Alex her full attention. "Holy fuck, Vause," she said slowly, amazed and smirking at Alex. "What you gonna do about her?"

"Fuck," Alex paced around the room, thinking. A minute passed. "She fucked me over. Maybe now it's my time to fuck her over." Alex didn't want to hurt her, but she wanted Piper to feel shit about herself. The way Piper made her feel shit when she walked out on her.

"You sure you don't want me to fuck her for ya?" Alex gave the 'don't you fucking go there' look, quickly shutting Nicky up and removing the smirk from her face. "Well fuck, someone's got you wrapped around their finger already."

"Fuck you, Nichols."

Momentarily it's quiet, before Nicky speaks up. "Hey, Vause. I've got an idea..."