Hi everyone!
Wow, it seems that teasing that threesome thing in my previous Vauseman story has started quite the debate, lol :D It's been really interesting reading all your responses about it, but I must say that, as a few of the readers had already correctly guessed from the AN I left there, I had Alex suggest that just to tease Piper, because Alex Vause is a huge tease guys, especially when it comes to Piper :P It doesn't mean that is something that I believe she would actually do, in fact, I think we are all on the same page when I say that they are indeed too possessive and feel way too strongly for each other to even think about sharing, but about watching... Well, it doesn't mean that it must be a deliberate show completely naked, it could be just them having fully clothed sex knowing that they are actually in front of other people and being watched but feeling like they don't care, because let's be honest, even in canon these two are not shy about PDA's. They ended up practically making out in front of DeMarco and Ingalls in that girlfriend/bunk scene in season three, totally unconcerned, and then they have been fucking in the laundry with those two listening, and then practically gaze-fucking in the cafeteria in front of Nicky and Lorna. Yes, I'm about there with the fourth season, so again I would really appreciate if you keep any spoilers of the show out from the comments please :)
However, with that said, it is obvious that they don't seem to care much about having people around because they are way too consumed in their passion for each other to care about anything else in those moments. Anyway, that idea has all been stirred because I have this headcanon about Piper getting this thrill of excitement at the possibility of getting caught while having sex with Alex, I don't know. Hopefully, this has cleared things out after that long debate :)
Now, speaking of possessiveness and generally jealousy-related feelings, people seem to like the idea of a jealous Piper and Alex, and even though I have already written something about how I personally see those traits in these two wonderful characters in a couple of chapters in my "Unrestrainable Affection" story, I came up with another idea, and this one is a bit more different :D I was thinking to do another chapter about Alex, but for now I leave you to this first one :)
As always I apologize for eventual grammar errors, english is not my first language.
Enjoy
You are aware of what Alex does for a living.
Her job is the reason you are always traveling and discovering the world from its most famous places to the most hidden corners of pure unspoiled beauty that is has to offer.
She might have joked about her profession the first time you met her, but even now that you know she actually wasn't, you never stop to think too much about it, in fact, to be honest, you are surprised that Alex's business doesn't affect you with the weight it probably should given its rather worrying illegal nature.
Everything falls somewhere in the back of your mind, where the concerns keep piling up in a dusty corner so subtly and slowly that they get lost in the shadows in front of the much brighter, much more enjoyable and exciting sides of what your lover and her arguable profession are showing you.
Spending days with Alex on a heavenly beach of some secluded island, or the nights in exclusive clubs or other wonderful places that offer any kind of entertainment, could be distracting enough, especially if you happen to have Alex laying down next to you in nothing but a bikini, or have her grinding against your body as you try to follow the drumming rhythm of loud music, because you might be a little stiff in dancing, but your lover has some great moves and you need to keep up with her.
To make it short, you are way too distracted to think exactly about how illegal and dangerous her job is. And sometimes, when it is just the two of you in some luxurious hotel suite, making passionate love to each other, trading kisses and rolling into two thousand dollars silk sheets, or even just gazing lovingly at each other and laughing, wrapped in your sphere of pure happiness and warm cozy intimacy, you are also able to forget what Alex's specific assignment is about.
You are aware of all the meetings that she has with all the girls that she has recruited during her career, and you also do know the tactics she uses to do so. She kind of tried that with you too at first...
And while, somehow, you manage to keep all the concerning rest regarding her job somewhere in the back of your mind, it's not something that you are able to do when it comes to completely ignore that specific part of her work.
Sometimes it surfaces, bringing up feelings you really don't want to acknowledge and you are forced to, especially whenever you get invited to one of the parties thrown by some of her colleagues.
Alex likes bringing you with her at those parties and you are always willing to go anywhere with her, even though you do know that sometimes during those occasions, she has to abandon you for a few minutes in order to talk business with her associates.
You don't mind... so much.
After all there is always a lot of entertainment at those events considering that practically anyone involved in this business is invited, and while you have no trouble when Alex gets stolen from you by some of her colleagues or has to engage into conversations with their best customers, you might have some problem when you see her get cornered by the bunch of girls that she has recruited over the years as her smugglers.
Girls that are currently all over her. Smiling and giggling and making heart eyes at her you notice even from the opposite side of the vast, crowded room.
Your eyes narrow into a thin slit and your lips purse in front of that scene with the same discomforting and not-so-unfamiliar feeling that has started stirring in your stomach.
You are so distracted and on the verge of fuming for how those girls are acting around your lover, that in your observation you completely fail to notice how very uncomfortable Alex looks, and how she politely tries to slip smoothly away from every attempt of any kind of lingering touch.
You divert your gaze and turn to the arranged bar counter, snorting bitterly under your breath with a shake of your head before you can see her craning her neck and looking around the crowded room in search for you with the look of someone who could use some rescuing.
It doesn't bother you that she is literally surrounded by attractive young women.
Nope.
Not one bit, you think to yourself as you reach for a glass of Dom Pérignon, downing it as if it is a shot of tequila before reaching for another one, wistfully hoping it really was something much stronger.
You are so focused in trying to cool down the hot feeling rolling in your belly and in not shattering the flute in your hand when another round of annoying high pinched school-girls-like laughters coming from the group that has taken your lover hostage erupts over the mingled sound of music and chatting filling the room, that you don't even notice the woman approaching the bar and sliding into the stool right next to yours until she speaks.
"Gorgeous, isn't she?"
You turn with a half start, blinking away your confusion when you find yourself in front of an elegantly dressed brunette holding a glass of champagne and wearing a knowing smirk.
"Excuse me?"
"Alex, of course." She simply offers with that obvious "who else?" kindly teasing inflection, tilting her chin where your gaze was lingering not even ten seconds ago; in the direction of Alex. And her harem.
"The main attraction of the lobby." She adds playfully and you barely resist the urge to take a good look around and see exactly how many eyes in this room filled with people are on your lover right now.
"Yeah," You drawl drily at last, "She certainly knows how to attract a following, doesn't she?" The tight smile that you flash apparently isn't tight enough and your new companion only throws her head back and laughs at your sarcastic quip.
"Well that's just who she is, dear. Always surrounded by women," She winks and then leans in conspiratorially, "In or out of bed."
What the-
But you don't have time to even think, least of all form, an adequate answer to that... rather explicit information, that this woman turns back to look at Alex with a dreamy, longing smile and another suggestive comment.
"And right now she is a most wanted appetizer than the fillet canapes it seems. More juicy too if you ask me."
Seeking distraction in a generous sip of your drink just as she says that, turns out not being a very good idea. You almost spit it out in the classic spray fashion before you remind yourself that it is champagne of a hundred dollars per glass.
Some get in your nose anyway, prickling because of the bubbles, but you manage to swallow the rest without making a scene while at the same time stuttering a half choked, half coughed and utterly bewildered, "More juicy?!"
"Yeah, I mean look at her. She is tall, has that amazing complexion, and those eyes... God, those eyes up close are something... beyond this world." She concludes with another long dreamy sigh that almost borders into an authentic moan.
Your mouth hangs open. Eyes wide.
You blink.
Trying to shape the look on your face into something less horrified.
And yet, as if hearing that rather exhaustive description of Alex's most beautiful physical traits isn't already enough to make you feel between absolutely awkward and embarrassed both for this woman and yourself, your lips and your fucking curiosity decide to betray you by asking a stuttered, "D-did you and her...?"
Ugh...
Really?
You don't know if you are more overwhelmed by the sudden need to slap yourself for asking such question, cover your ears before she can answer, or go search for the deepest hole you can find to crawl into and hide until the embarrassment flaring inside you would have vanished or... consumed you entirely.
What you find yourself doing, however, in complete contrast with the heat that you know is tinging your cheeks bright pink - and can't be blamed on the champagne - is take a look at this woman who is making very inappropriate comments towards the one she doesn't know being your lover, and consider if Alex would have found someone like her intriguing.
You were too distracted earlier to pay that sort of attentions, but you have to admit that despite getting so easily to your nerves without even knowing it, this relatively young brunette is undoubtedly very good-looking, with attractive features, a charming smile, and a good taste in dresses too it seems, but that's far from surprising.
In fact, there isn't a single one of the girls surrounding Alex that could be considered anything less than beautiful. And there isn't a single man in the room that isn't green with envy for the fact that your lover is getting the majority of the young female presence within two meters; young women who, as if the incredibly close proximity wasn't already enough, appear to be practically drooling all over her.
Just when you thought for sure that you were going to explode with barely contained anger, you are pulled back from your increasingly dangerous, violent thoughts, by the negative answer that you were desperately hoping to receive.
"Oh no, I... never had the pleasure." She replies, and the relief that floods through you at hearing that makes you release the breath you didn't know you had been holding for all this time. Although... it isn't lost on you the somehow regretful sigh that follows. "Not that there's never been the occasion to, believe me."
You don't know what is it that fills you most with the almost irrepressible urge of jumping off your stool and punching this woman right in the face, if it is that information, the suggestive, wicked - almost proud - smile that accompanies it, or when immediately after that she adds, "And from what I heard, that woman is some sort of goddess between the sheets."
That's it.
Your insides boil with that same repressed anger of before and that something else that you still refuse to fully acknowledge, your fist clenches with the more demanding urge to scratch that sudden itch on your knuckles against her jaw, and yet, upon hearing that blunt comment, a part of you can't help but silently agree about how much that description matches the one of your lover.
Because, oh if she is...
More like a wild feline, though. A majestic, wild, voracious, insatiable, deeply affectionate tiger. And this woman will never know exactly how amazingly, naturally talented, scorchingly passionate and adorably considerate Alex is in that department.
Oddly enough, you find a surge of reassurance in that thought, in knowing that you are the only one who gets to experience every night Alex's loving, passionate attentions.
Some of the tension that had gathered in your body melts away, and you take the last satisfied, triumphant sip of champagne from your flute, hiding the smirk that starts tugging at the corner of your mouth against the delicate rim.
"She doesn't seem too interested tonight about flirting back, though." Your very talkative oblivious rival observes absent-mindedly then with a light frown and a curious tilt of her head as she takes a distracted sip from her own drink.
"Maybe she already has someone waiting for her at home." You shrug nonchalantly as you delicately set your empty glass back on the bar counter. But the very odd, utterly startled look that you receive back at that suggestion makes you wonder if you could have said something wrong.
"You mean... like a girlfriend?"
Maybe it is the word, or the concept itself in general, as if it could be something so impossibly ridiculous that makes her burst out laughing at the idea, but then, after just a first round of quiet chuckles, when she sees you frown in utter puzzlement her expression turns into something a little less amused and more pensive, and she starts nodding as if seriously taking that into consideration.
"On the other hand, I don't think I have ever seen her ignore so many attentions from so many women all at once before." She states with a hint of surprise seeping in her voice. "Who knows, perhaps she has found someone who has been able to tame her after all."
Yes, she has found you. You think, barely managing to contain a smile as your heart flutters in response to the wonderful, familiar sentiment blossoming there. But there was no taming needed. Even if it was you the one who went to look for her, you know that Alex got smitten very easily and very quickly with you, probably as much as you got with her.
You probably shouldn't, but you don't know why you feel a surge of affection and pride upon hearing a perfect stranger say something like that about Alex; about the flirt that you are aware she used to be, and how differently she acts around women now that you are in her life.
A small warm smile curls your lips and your gaze drifts on its own will in search for Alex from across the room, and this time, when it lands on her magnetic presence, you do notice the uncomfortable stiffness in her body language and the way she immediately slips out from yet another girl attempting to lean against her and run her hands over her shirt;
the elegant, black button-up shirt that you have asked her to wear because it makes her look so damn... dashing.
The smile on your face turns into a frown and a clenched jaw, and the uncomfortable feeling of swirling anger and that something else comes back with a vengeance in front of that sight.
Because you have had enough of that bunch of girls that are practically rubbing against your woman and making her act so uneasily.
Two ideas flash in your mind, one much brighter than the other at the moment as you think about how you could just storm over there and yank her away from that pack of drooling purring cats in heat, and then have Alex smirk so annoyingly amused at you for the scene of what she would dare to call a display of jealousy that would only elicit an infuriated scowl from you as you try to convince her and yourself that you are not, or... you could swallow down those all those feelings and take the occasion to try a different, more mature and... strategic tactic.
One that will hopefully have all those girls back off from your lover once and for all.
A smile stretches across your lips at that very appealing idea...
Because no one in the group over there knows you or has even seen you arrive with Alex for that matter.
And for all you know, there aren't so many people here who know that Alex is your lover except the close number of those she works and travels with, and if you play this nice and smart, it could turn out to be something so much more... interesting than one of those - occasional - fits of jealousy.
Within a minute you have already made your decision, turning to your drinking companion with a charmingly shy smile on your lips and asking with the most timid and tentative voice you can manage,
"Just in case she hasn't found a girlfriend yet, do you think you could... I don't know, introduce me to her maybe?" The tone is hesitant enough, as it is your gaze, but you also add an insecure lip-bite as you duck your head and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
When your eyes flicker tentatively back up to meet the one of the brunette you are met with a huge mischievous grin.
Well, inappropriate comments aside, she at least seems to be friendly.
Enough to be willing to introduce you... To your own girlfriend.
Ugh.
"Oh, but of course dear!" She replies, sounding sincerely enthusiastic at the idea as she readily stands from the stool and gestures for you to come along. "Come on, don't worry she won't bite," She adds when you pretend to hold a little of shy resistance against the eager hand tugging you gently off your stool before leaning in to whisper a very suggestive, "Unless you ask her to."
She throws you a wink and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to hold back from saying that she does that even without you having to ask, instead you just tilt your head down and will your lips not to curl into a smirk as you navigate through the sea of people to reach the opposite side of the room.
When you finally get there the group is laughing to some joke. Well, everyone is laughing except from Alex, who has a tight smile and a general subtle look of something close to exasperation on her face.
But that's an expression that changes very soon. In the moment you are within a couple of steps from the ground actually and her gaze lifts, almost on instinct, as if she can somehow feel your presence approaching before she can even see you, and once her gaze lands on you and she realizes that you are there, something inside you melts a little when you see those stunning green eyes widen and sparkle, lighting up with a smile even before her lips can curl into one. Relief and gratefulness wash over her face and relaxes her posture immediately, but luckily, before she can say anything or even take a step towards you, your new... friend, takes advantage of the moment and of the rest of the laughters dying down to introduce you.
"Hey Alex, it's been a while, you look great as always," She says quickly in greetings before shifting her attention to you, "Anyway I was wondering if you have met my friend here..."
Friend is an extremely wide stretch, especially when you realize that you haven't even properly introduced yourselves to each other before, but that's hardly a problem since you jump in right where she leaves off.
"I'm Piper." You supply, taking a step closer, extending your hand to a very equally puzzled and amused Alex, flashing her a little smile and a subtle pointed look, brow arched in that "play along expression"; one that she recognizes and catches immediately thanks to the incredible ease with which you can communicate with each other even without having to say a single word out loud.
"Piper, huh?" She asks taking your hand in a distracted, slow, but gently firm shake and giving you this curious look, tasting the name with uncertainty on her tongue, as if it isn't one that she's used to say everyday or the one that she groans and moans everytime you bring her at the apex of an orgasm with your head buried between her legs.
You almost burst out laughing right there at the thought and the urge becomes even harder to resist when she feigns even more confusion and with furrowed eyebrows she asks you, "Have we met before? I have this weird feeling that I know you already."
Oh, if only anyone else could see and recognize the glimmer of mingled teasing and affection that you see shine into that bright emerald gaze...
You bite your bottom lip to keep from grinning.
Suddenly, as you become aware of the silence surrounding you, you can tell that your intrusion in the group isn't a very welcomed one; feeling the eyes of all those girls sending daggers at you for interrupting their miserable, hopeless attempts in seducing the most gorgeous woman in the room, looking at you as if you have stepped somewhere you don't belong to, but you couldn't care less in receiving such antagonistic glares when you have Alex looking at you as if you are the only person in the entire world.
They are just jealous.
Jealous that you managed to get the precious attention of this stunning creature in an instant, something that this bunch of girls haven't been able to do in the half an hour they have spent practically rubbing against her.
"Oh, I don't know," You tease her taking a step closer to her and forcing one of those girls to take a few steps away from Alex.
That's right.
Back off.
She's mine, you think possessively.
"I think I would remember meeting someone like you." You tell her daring another step closer that puts you practically in front of her, close enough to feel the compelling heat emanating from her body and see the way her bright geen eyes darken ever so slightly in front of the attractive surge of confidence that sparkles above your previous facade of innocence and endearing nervousness.
"Yeah, I think you are right. I would have remembered someone like you, too," She admits, eyes wandering slowly up and down your body, caressing every inch left exposed by your dress in a way that makes you shiver from the inside out with delight; a feeling so invigorating and so distracting that you almost miss her following, "But just to be sure..."
You should probably have seen it coming.
From the way her voice had deepened, and her gaze had darker even further, but especially from the way it had landed delicately on your lips.
Instead it catches you completely by surprise when, a heartbeat later, she pulls you flush against her body, one hand resting on the small of your back, the other cupping so caringly your cheek.
A gasp barely manages to slip past your lips for the sudden movement before you see her flashing you her trademark smirk, and then...
She kisses you.
Right there for everyone to see.
And not a simple quick peck either, but a full, toe curling, spine tingling, knees buckling, deep, passionate kiss that steals the air right out from your lungs and makes you swoon.
Your eyes flutter shut, your body melts against hers as she pulls you even closer, arms coming up on instinct to wrap loosely around those strong shoulders, and since your ears are suddenly ringing with the hammering of your own wild fluttering heartbeat as your lips part and Alex's tongue meets and swirls so gently along yours in that familiar tender embrace, you barely hear the entire group surrounding you gasp at that very unexpected gesture, but you do hear the light groans of disappointment mixed with a few quiet honest cheers and cat calls along with strings of incredulous "oh my god", mumbled "lucky's", and teasing "let's leave these two lovebirds alone" as the group walks away and leaves you alone in the quiet corner.
When you part, no longer able to ignore the lack of air, the first thing that greets you as your eyes flutter once again open, is the beautiful, full, beaming smile that shapes Alex's rosy, generous and now also lightly glistening lips. A smile that is all gratefulness and happiness and... pure, raw affection.
"You kissed me." You state in a soft breath, smiling sheepishly, feeling your lips tingling pleasantly at that sweet reminder.
"I believe I did."
"In public." You very unnecessarily add, and Alex laughs, that deep and beautiful laugh of hers that makes your heart leap in your chest and widens further the smile stretching across your face.
"I'm pretty sure that's not the first time, Pipes." She points out in between chuckles, eyes sparkling with that mix of amusement and adoration that you know is reserved only to you and your entertaining attitude. A look that makes you blush for more than one reason.
She's right.
It's definitely not the first time she has kissed you in front of other people, but this time is different, there are some of her colleagues and clients in the room and while most of them are way too busy in drinking and making conversation or finding some other kind of entertainment, you are pretty sure you have managed to make a couple of heads turn around with that spectacular kiss. And you can't quite explain to yourself how come that that idea thrills you so much.
"All those girls are going to think you are some sort of Mistress of seduction." You half state half protest with an awkward sputter, realizing your mistake about your rather flattering choice of words too late. In the exact moment you see a wide grin spread across her face.
"And you are saying that I'm not?" She asks with that annoying tilt of her head and perfectly sculpted arched eyebrow.
"I- I..."
"Tell me you didn't want to kiss me the first time we met." She dares you before you can say anything, and you would like nothing more than to wipe the smug smirk that tugs so infuriatingly at the corner of her mouth everytime she knows she has already won the discussion, off her gorgeous face, but honestly... You can't deny that.
You can just glare at her when she starts chuckling in front of your reluctance to admit the truth, but you melt when she leans in closer and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with that soft affectionate familiar flick and then asks you just as softly, "Wanna get out of here, kid?"
To that, you do have the answer.
"Yes please." A familiar need has started to stir more persistently into your belly feeling her so close, something that you can't ignore as you finally admit what has been swirling inside you for all the second half of this evening. "I want you all to myself."
And then you don't expect anything less than the pleased, intrigued smirk that she flashes you at the promises that she can hear veiled in that demanding, possessive statement.
She makes a very quick round to say bye to her friends and associates before leaving, and once you get into the private elevator, you assault her lips with a hungry mouth and give her the first taste of what you have in mind for the rest of the night.
Spending the entire descent from the penthouse of the building to the lobby, and then the whole fifteen minutes cab ride back to her place making out enthusiastically, feeling giddy, buzzing all over with a sense of excitement and thrill that only gets further fed by Alex's intense responses to you, by the way she pulls you closer to her, cupping your face trying to deepen the kiss but without urgency, smirking and moaning and gasping against each other's lips as your arousal grow much more obvious and demanding.
Once you get to her place you leave a trail of clothes that goes from the front door of her apartment to her bedroom, and when you find yourselves there, after having stumbled your way through the hallway in between laughters and groans for knocking stuff over and groping each other hungrily, you push her down on the mattress, hard enough to force the air out of her lungs with a soft surprised gasp that turns into a low groan of appreciation in the moment you straddle her hips, making very clear, from a position that is Alex's undisputed domain during your infinite sessions of pure consuming passion, that tonight you have every intention to take control and charge over this.
That you are going to take your sweet time with her. And Alex for once doesn't protest or tries to flip you over, reading that scorching need in your dangerously darkening deep blue eyes, leaving herself open to whatever wonderful things you have in mind for her.
You don't try to delude yourself into believing that the reason you end up leaving your signature all over Alex's magnificent body with marks of teeth left by bites, or the reddish bruises left with hungry sucks that you know will last for days, is because of anything else than the flame of possessiveness that has flared inside of you after having see the woman you love receive so many attentions from all of those attractive young women. And that is also the reason that makes you keep going, dragging orgasm after orgasm from your lover until Alex has to weakly shove you away when she can't take anymore of the wonderful slippery warmth of your mouth from where she is most sensitive and responsive.
But that's okay, you are just as sated as Alex is right now, and as you crawl your way up back to her in between lingering kisses that leave her perfect alabaster skin glistening and lightly sticky with the traces of her own arousal left on your lips, you are more than happy to simply watch her recover in between occasional twitches as her body comes down from its high and rides the remaining waves of the last aftershock.
You don't think you will ever get over how stunning she looks in this post coital haze, with that little very pleased smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, and those eyes, sparkling from the brightest green, like you don't think you have ever seen them do not even during the sunniest days.
It makes your heart do all sorts of crazy acrobatics inside your chest, especially knowing that you are the one who put that look there on that gorgeous face, and that such smile is reserved for no one else but for you.
And it is right there, when that thought forms in your mind, that another one suddenly crosses it as well, making your stomach twist as that uncomfortable feeling that you have experienced earlier at the party grasps almost painfully your heart when you think about those comments that that woman at the bar told you about how Alex used to be like around women, and then, inevitably, you think about those girls, her recruits, that were all over her, and without even wanting to you wonder with how many of them she could have been with.
How many of them have touched her as intimately as only you have the privilege and right to.
"Pipes? You okay?"
That soft question startles you, and only after you blink to clean your vision and turn to meet the lightly furrowed concerned look on Alex's face you realize that she must have called you more than once.
You could say that you are fine, but Alex knows you better than that. And so you surrender with a soft nervous sigh.
"Those girls that were at the party tonight," You start, not quite meeting her gaze, fiddling absently with the corner of Alex's pillowcase in a poor attempt to distract yourself from the nerves that are stirring in you before you finally ask her, "With how many of them did you sleep with?"
There.
But Alex doesn't answer right away, and you are afraid that you are going to pass out from holding your breath for what seems to be an eternity before you feel Alex's hand gently tugging yours away from where you had been picking at the fabric of her pillow, forcing you to meet her suddenly very serious gaze.
"Do you really wanna know?" She asks after a few moments of searching your eyes.
No, you don't. Not even one bit.
But of course, what leaves your lips is nothing but a secure, "Yes."
You divert your gaze once again even against the thumb stroking so softly and so soothingly your knuckles, until after a few more moments she finally answers.
"No one."
You don't mean to shift your gaze so fast towards her with that look of utter surprise, but really, that's definitely not the answer you were expecting to receive, and of course in front of that bewildered expression Alex can't help but chuckle as she intuitively explains to you that,
"Women are not so different from men when they want to brag about who they have slept with, Pipes."
Oh.
That thought hasn't even crossed your mind.
"So... you are saying that you have never...?"
"Nope."
"With any of those girls?"
"Nuh uh."
The relief that floods through you makes you feel light, and finally able to breathe again. Not to mention smile as far as your cheeks allow you to, which is enough to make Alex's laugh as roll on top of her.
"You don't have to worry about anything Pipes." She states softly and so reassuringly that you can't do anything but believe her, because she has never given you a reason to make you think that she was anything else than one hundred percent serious about you.
"And you know," She continues with a more teasing smile. "I think they all got the message after that kiss."
You can't help the grin that spreads across your face at the reminder of your earlier performance in front of everyone, but just because you can't resist the temptation, with a teasing smile of your own you still ask her,
"And which message was that?"
Alex on her part is definitely not against indulging you with that gorgeous, both tender and playful smirk of hers and the vulnerable, fragile, wonderful, precious truth that you know lives in her heart under that sometimes tough looking exterior.
"That you are the only one I want, Piper."
There are many ways you could answer to that, but the way your own heart leaps in your chest in front of that admission makes you lean in for a long, impossibly tender kiss and a smiled whispered, "I love you, Alex."
There, just another possible - although a bit different - scenario on Piper's jealousy :) Again, I was thinking about doing another, more obvious one about Alex too maybe, and if you are interested, well just say the word :D