A/N: This story was inspired by Snow Patrol & Martha Wainwright's song, Set the Fire to the Third Bar.
This chapter is purely a prologue, hence its short length. Its primary purpose is to establish Alex and Piper's relationship.
PROLOGUE
"After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in"
There was silence. Not a sound in the world could break the unfathomable chemistry between the two. Alex cautiously placed her calloused hands on Piper's soft skin, feeling the dimples in her back rise and fall; a reflection of the exhaustion felt by both of them. Their naked bodies grew closer, and closer, until Alex could feel Piper's subtle nipple rub against her lanky clavicles. Piper's head slowly rose, as she instinctively placed her moist lips on her girlfriend's damp torso, and slowly kissed it. The rigidity previously felt by the pair had evaporated into an overwhelming sense of honesty and limpidity.
"I love you," whispered Piper, slowly grasping her hands around Alex's sensual waist; her lips pressed gently against her forehead. She could feel the muscles at the back of her neck twitch with anticipation. Piper's gentle fingers sensitively caressed the curvature of Alex's spine, prompting a tingling sensation in her lower back.
Droplets of water showered them in passionate temperatures, softly tumbling upon their vulnerable bodies. Alex admired the way the water trickled down Piper's fragile chest, causing her pink nipples to erect. Still passionately latching onto her, she slid down her moist body, sucking her lover's perky breasts like a baby's bottle. She could feel Piper's hands rubbing against her thick hair until it was tangled in knots. Alex went lower, fervently indulging upon the stubble of her pubic hair, until Piper could feel her tongue moving in and out of her. She began rocking back and forward in the rhythm of Alex's thrusting, moaning in response to the tantalising sensation. Her lips left her clitoris, as she began to run her tongue against the creases of her upper thigh with sly flicks. She suddenly stopped.
"What are we going to do?" Piper snapped, removing herself from the suckling sensation, and consequently climbing her way out of the shower. Alex impulsively latched onto her newly-shaven legs; her head rising to reveal a sympathetic expression.
"It's only going to be a few months. Pipes, you know that-"
Reaching for her towel, Piper incessantly sunk to the floor, her tender palms concealing her face.
"How the fuck is this going to work while" she said, whimpering in an attempt to conceal her trembling voice, "you're getting … shot at!"
Alex impulsively strode out of the shower, kneeling down to clasp her hands around her girlfriend's soft face. "I will never leave you," she confidently confessed, wiping the hot tears gushing down Piper's flushed cheeks. "Babe, this is not a fucking Quentin Tarantino movie. I am a part of the US Army. We're the best fighters in the world."
Piper's lips trembled as she let out a breath of fresh air and flung herself forward into Alex's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around her as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"I love you so much," she mumbled into the brunette's shoulder, and Alex let out a breath, pulling Piper closer to her as she breathed in her scent.
The two of them embraced each other for a few moments, basking in each other's presence, before Alex pulled back. She placed her hand back onto Piper's cheek and leant forward to rest their foreheads together, closing her eyes and breathing in slowly.
"I love you too," she whispered, her voice quiet and soft.