Hey everyone!
This was initially meant to be a one-shot, but the temptation to add a little more's gotten the better of me. There'll probably be one more chapter after this - unless some suggestions catch my eye, but if you haven't already, please check out my other story: 'Caving In', which is still a work in progress.
The next two chapters will include some spoilers from Season 6, so if you don't want to know what happens, don't read them; although, the aim is to change things up a bit.
This one doesn't really follow on from Chapter One - it's more in line with the new season, and the italicised sections are flashbacks, which should hopefully be quite clear.
Send any ideas if you want this to continue...
Thanks!
Lying down in her bottom bunk, her navy shirt slightly risen, revealing a slither of her toned stomach, Piper comes up with an idea, one that would certainly make prison a lot more exciting.
"Come. Join me. The water's fine," she asks, voice ending on a dreamy note.
"And risk getting more shots?" the brunette asks, leaning against the door of the cell, eyebrows arched albeit amused. "You know I can't."
"Yes you can. You're choosing not to. Own your free will," Piper attempts to persuade, rolling onto her side and arching her neck into the pillow.
Sighing that they could get caught, but torn with temptation, Alex pushes herself off the cell's opening, smiling, and moves towards Piper's bed.
"Okay."
"Aww," Piper replies, shuffling her body towards the wall to make room for her fiancée.
Flicking her dark hair out of the way as her head hits the pillow, the brunette pulls the blanket up to her neck as the blonde wraps her arms around her torso - one arm resting under Alex's neck, and the other across and off her shoulder.
"Look at this," Piper says, lying on her side as her forehead connects with Alex's, shutting her eyes. "Mmmmm. Isn't this nice?"
Contently sighing at the feeling of being wrapped up in one another as she takes off her glasses, Alex replies on a more comical note. "It'd be nicer if you brushed your teeth."
Removing her head from its position in the nook of Alex's neck, Piper gives the woman next to her a scolding look. Pulling away the hand resting across the brunette's shoulder, the blonde breathes into her palm, checking the smell of her breath.
"I'm not getting anything," she replies returning her arm across Alex's chest, this time her hand landing on her breast.
"Really? Cause I'm getting Purina."
"Oh, man," Piper replies, smiling at Alex's description.
The two bask in the rare time they have together, almost as though reflecting a sense of the normality they hope to experience outside of prison, and as the blonde, content with her arms wrapped around Alex's body, squeezes her hand that rests on the brunette's breast, she's pleased when she sees the woman next to her's eyes flutter shut. Before Piper can proceed any further, the sound of a guard can be heard calling for certain inmates to line up so they can be escorted to the recreation room.
"Shh," Piper says, pausing her movements.
"Well, that was fun," Alex voices, tilting her head back, revealing her sharp jawline.
"No, no, no. Stay." Piper rambles, and in an attempt to save the moment, she pulls at the blanket on top of them to emphasise her point regarding how they could stay hidden. "We can be a lump."
Although not seeming impressed by the idea, the brunette allows the blanket to be pulled above her head, and they now lie in a darker setting - still just about able to see one another due to the bright lights in the prison.
"See?" Piper says, smiling at the love of her life while holding the blanket above their heads.
"This was a mistake," Alex replies, thinking the plan is stupid; the guard's voice booms louder and louder, indicating he's only a few cells away.
"Shh," Piper leans into the brunette, causing spit to fly into her face and her head to jerk back slightly. "Be a lump."
"You're hot-boxing me with your breath," Alex says, referring to her earlier comment.
"How? How am I hot-boxing you?" Piper asks, trying not to laugh as she leans into her fiancée, purposely breathing heavily in her face.
The moment of comedy dies down, however, as Alex places a finger over Piper's lips, indicating that she needs to be quiet, as the sound of heavy footsteps can be heard stopping outside the cell door.
Unknowingly to the pair, being that they're under a blanket, the guard passing has his focus on and his nose hidden in a clipboard, flicking through the pieces of paper to see if the cell he's at has anyone he's looking for. Without so much as looking into the cell, seeing at his list has ended, he continues to walk past the cell, shouting out:
"Okay ladies, let's go."
Under the blanket, Piper and Alex let out a sigh of relief; the brunette removes her finger from the blonde's lips.
"So this was a mistake then?" Piper asks smugly, although she's internally surprised they weren't found.
"Shut up," Alex replies, turning to face the blonde on her side and wrapping an arm around Piper's body. "This is nice though. It'd be better if the bed was bigger and we didn't have to hide, but it'll do for the time being."
"That's the spirit," Piper says, reaching up a hand to stroke the hair from Alex's face, resting on her cheek, before leaning forward, connecting their lips. "Mmm so now you want this?" the blonde goes on to ask Alex as she reciprocates the kiss passionately.
"Hey, just because you haven't mastered the skill of being subtle doesn't mean I haven't been wanting it."
"I can be subtle!" Piper rebukes, sounding as though she's offended.
"Oh so what happened in the yard… and in the door of the cell… and in the showers was subtle?"
Dipping her head slightly, Piper blushes at the memory of her - seemingly desperate - advances.
"Hmm look at you up and out early," Piper says, walking behind her fiancée in the yard, putting an arm around her waist.
"Well it is prison - it's not like I can just go outside whenever I want," Alex replies, looking down at the blonde's hand that's circled her waist. "What're you doing?"
"The guards aren't watching; let's go somewhere inside," Piper says, her hand dipping down to rest on the brunette's pelvis.
"Piper they're gonna know. We can't. Another time."
"Come on, Al. I don't know how much longer I can stand being around you all the time without feeling like this."
"Well you have another 9 months in here, so…" Alex wavers off, trying to pull away the blonde's hand as she looks around the yard to see if anyone's watching them.
"Really, Alex? I just want to spend some time with you and that's your response," Piper says with an angry tone of voice, moving to create some distance between them.
"You want to spend time with me, or you want to spend some time in me?"
Feeling even more turned on by the imagery of Alex's response, Piper rolls her eyes, sighing as she walks off, agitated by Alex's chuckling along with her raging needs.
"But, alas, you are too late; I already sent it in," Alex says, smiling.
"You ate the frog. Didn't I tell you that was a good book. Oh, you ate the application frog!" Piper says happily, grabbing the brunette's cheeks and giving her a kiss.
"We better be careful, or we're gonna end up getting shots again," Alex responds, pulling away from the blonde, but her movement is disrupted by a hand grabbing and pulling at her wrist.
"Mmm, Al, in a few years' time, you'll be an educated business woman. I'll get to gawk at you in your tight office trousers and peak down your shirt that has the top few buttons undone," Piper flirts, using her free hand to pull at the waistband of Alex's navy prison bottoms.
"Piper people can see us," Alex chuckles, trying to stop the blonde's movements.
"They can't see my hand though," she responds, as her hand now dips into Alex's trousers, running along her underwear.
"As much as I appreciate your incentive, you need to stop. This'll for sure get us extra shots, Pipes, and I don't exactly want an audience."
"You're no fun," Piper says, removing her hand, but not before grasping at the taller woman's ass, kneading the skin.
"That's not what you used to say when we travelled together?"
"Yeah, well that Alex wasn't a pussy," Piper says, turning to leave the cell.
"Oh that's definitely not what you'd say when I was eating your pu-"
Before the brunette can finish, the blonde walks away, frustrated, feeling as though she won't be able to withstand Alex talking about eating her out knowing it won't be happening anytime soon.
The pair are both washing at the far end in the showers, only separated by a short cubicle wall, with one other person washing a couple of cubicles down, and a guard posted by the entrance. The said guard's radio notifies them of a 'serious incident' outside by D block, and that all hands are needed on deck. The guard exits the showers, running towards the incident, and the only other person in the shower room follows, wanting to see if they can see the drama unfold, leaving Alex and Piper alone.
"I can feel you staring, Pipes. I have done for the past few minutes," Alex says, breaking the silence as she turns to face the blonde.
"Remember the last time we were in a shower together?"
"You mean before we were both held hostage in shower curtains and I had my arm snapped in half?"
"You did look hot in a shower curtain," Piper replies, leaning over the cubicle wall to pull the brunette in for a kiss, her left hand resting on Alex's shoulder.
As the pair kiss passionately for at least a minute, the blonde feels her arousal growing, and, using her free hand, she reaches down to her centre, moaning into the kiss as her fingers move through her slick folds.
"Not the best timing, babe," Alex says through a laugh moving her head backwards and under the shower head, as the shampoo from her hair runs down her face, which started to add a soapy taste to their kiss.
Watching her fiancée's wet body as she washes her hair under the spray of the shower; Piper speeds up the motion of the hand between her legs, and when the brunette opens her eyes, turning to look at the blonde, her eyes shoot wide, eyebrows arched.
"God, Pipes. How long have you been doing that?"
"Long enough," Piper says, already feeling as though she's going to lose control. "Come here."
"Piper the guard will be back, I can't join you; there's no curtain."
"Just… just, lean over then," the blonde pants out, desperate to feel the brunette, who leans over the cubicle wall to connect their lips.
Piper uses her free hand to grab Alex's breast, moaning at the sensation that's been plaguing her mind.
"Someone's coming," Alex whispers, breaking away from the kiss while ripping Piper's hand from her breast, turning back towards her shower head, breathing heavy.
"What the fuck, Alex? No one's here," Piper says angrily looking around the room before settling her eyes back on the brunette. "Just a little longer… please."
The brunette seems to be ignoring her, and this causes Piper's temper to grow, along with the movement of her hand in her folds to come to a reluctant halt.
"Alex… hello! Can you not hear me?"
"Vause, Chapman: time's up," booms a voice from the other side of the room.
Turning to the side, the pair sees the guard has returned, looking pissed off from wherever they'd just been, and as she looks back at the brunette, who is now wrapped up in her towel, Piper sighs, yet again, left sexually frustrated.
"Okay, maybe they weren't fully subtle, but it's hard to find privacy around here, you know that, Al."
"I sure do," the brunette replies, squeezing the woman next to her tighter.
"Although," Piper says with a tone of forced intelligence, "we seem to be in a fairly private position at the minute."
"Mmhmm," Alex says, pausing before capturing her counterpart's lips, both smiling into the kiss.
"Move closer," Piper mumbles between the kiss, lifting her leg over Alex's hip, as the brunette shuffles closer to the blonde's body, allowing her to settle her body on top of her fiancée.
At the feel of the brunette's hands on her ass, the blonde moans into the kiss, lifting herself up slightly to pull at the bottom of Alex's navy shirt, dragging it up to her neck, not fully removing it.
"Pipes-"
"Shh, just relax," Piper says, dipping down to kiss along Alex's neck and collarbone.
"Just don't… don't leave any marks," the brunette pants out at the feel of the blonde pulling the cups of her white prison-issued bra down, her teeth brushing against her skin.
"Hmm, not even the ones for my eyes only?" Piper says in a deep voice as her teeth bite down on the tissue of Alex's breast, something that's definitely for her eyes only.
"Ahh fuck, Piper," Alex whispers, her head flying backwards on the pillow.
"Just think, we can do this as much as we want when we're both out," Piper says, kissing the brunette's neck as she runs her hand down Alex's abdomen, along the waistband of her navy bottoms, and into her underwear. "We won't have to wear these white cotton pants. I can start wearing the laced thongs you always loved, especially when I turned around."
"Mmm," Alex murmurs, not being able to find words the that would do the current sensations she's feeling justice, as she moves a hand up to cup Piper's jaw, pulling their lips together.
Knowing that being under a blanket won't protect them from eventually being caught, the blonde speeds up her intentions, and feeling that the woman beneath her is wet enough, she lines up two of her dexterous fingers with her centre, slowly pushing inside.
Opening her mouth at the sensation of being stretched so delightfully, the brunette moans into Piper's mouth, the passion and raunchiness of their kisses increasing along with the speed of the blonde's fingers.
"Jesus, Al," Piper moans, breaking away from the kiss, at the feel of the fluttering muscles around her fingers.
"I'm cl… close, Pipes," Alex says as Piper increases her speed, causing her hand to reach under the blonde's shirt, nails dragging down her back.
"That's it, Al," the blonde encourages despite the sting of Alex's nails down her back, as she uses her thumb to rub Alex's throbbing clit. "Let go for me."
Suddenly overwhelmed by Piper's actions and words, Alex's body seizes up, and her earth shatters, reaching her peak.
"Coming… I'm-" the brunette's cut off by Piper's lips on her own, swallowing the moans and groans from her heavy release.
Eventually slowing down her fingers, Piper helps the woman below her ride out her orgasm, and when her hand comes to a standstill, their lips break apart. The blonde rests her head in the nook of Alex's neck, as their combined breathing adds to the - already prominent - humidity under the blanket.
Pulling her fingers out of the brunette, receiving a whimper in protest, the blonde brings them to her mouth, ensuring she licks up the evidence of Alex's pleasure.
"God, Piper," Alex says in astonishment; the blonde sucking come off her fingers was always something that turned her on.
Missing the warmth of Alex's mouth, Piper reconnects their lips, both moaning at the taste of the slick wetness that now coats them.
"You used to love it when I did that," Piper says, slightly pulling away from the kiss.
"I still do," Alex says, her hands pushing the sweaty, blonde hair away from Piper's forehead, before voicing her feelings with a note of sincerity. "I love you, Pipes."
"I love you too, Al. So much," Piper replies, placing a peck on Alex's lips before rolling back onto her side, resting her head on the brunette's chest, arm resting across her torso. "I guess that won't be happening again anytime soon."
"Most probably," Alex replies, using her hand to gently pull at the blonde's chin so that their eyes connect. "I'll always want to do this with you, Piper. Don't ever think that I don't want you."
"Alex I was joking earlier when I said that, I know that you-"
"I just want you to know that for sure," the brunette interrupts. "No matter what happens by the time we're both out. Don't forget it."
"Okay," Piper says through a smile, continuing after a pause. "Just imagine what married sex will be like."
"Can't wait," Alex chuckles, knowing that won't be happening for a long time. "Maybe you won't tense to delay your orgasm as frequently as you do."
"I do not do that!"
"Hmm, okay, denial - typical straight girl."
"Straight girl? Al, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm pretty gay. Pretty gay for you as a matter of fact, and it's staying that way.
"I love it when you talk dirty."
"Is that the only thing you love about me?" Piper probes, her voice dropping an octave.
"Oh, and also I love it when you brush your teeth," Alex responds through a laugh.
"Fuck you."
"Didn't you just do that?"
Knowing she won't be able to beat Alex's ability to give quick, witty responses, the blonde adjusts their clothes before pulling the blanket away from their heads, letting the cool air hit their sweaty skin.
"Time's up."
"Oh, so you're kicking me out?"
"No. I'm suggesting we get up before we do get them shots," Piper says, climbing over Alex, standing up, and holding out her arms to pull her out of the bed.
"Well the pleasure was all mine, Ms Chapman," Alex says now standing next to the blonde.
"Yeah, it sure as hell was," Piper states, grabbing Alex's hand to pulling at two of her fingers. "The pleasure's all mine next time, Ms Vause."
"Wouldn't have it any other way," Alex replies, smiling before kissing the blonde lightly on the lips.
"I guess I should go. Love you."
"Love you too."
The blonde, now alone in the cell, smiles to herself as she looks down at the crumbled state of her bed, knowing she'll have fond memories of this morning's adult activities for the rest of her sentence.