Hi there!
Ok, so since you guys have asked for more I decided to continue with this :D I also wanted to thank you for all the kind comments you left about the first chapter and decided to follow/favorite the story :) I think I will continue with jumps in time, so not a constant flow of their life day by day, but focusing a bit more in examining Piper and Alex's relationship as a couple during the years they have been together, the more relevant moments and couple-like things/problems, adding a few scenes of shameless smut here and there because... Well, I've always thought sex was an important factor in their relationship ;) Anyway, sorry to keep you guys waiting for a week but I'm also writing another story about Person of Interest right now and I'm trying to pay both stories equal attention :)
Now I'll leave you to the second chapter...
Oh, by the way... This one contains a bit of smut :D
Enjoy
It took you twenty endless hours of flight and one stopover.
Your ears have been blocked because of the altitude changes for almost the whole time, your legs are beyond numb, and generally you feel as stiff as a log.
But you are finally here.
The Indonesian heaven.
And every small discomfort and the few traces of nervousness are gone and replaced by the purest sense of astonishment as soon as you see the place that Alex has reserved for the two of you.
It's a whole, private, holiday home.
An impressively vast and modernly furnished open space.
Pool terrace.
Glass walls.
And a view to die for.
Because yeah, you forgot to mention that said house is located right on a cliff.
It's almost like being suspended in air, and all that is showed in front of you, is the blue, calm, endless ocean.
It's probably the most breathtaking sight you have ever witnessed.
Well... After Alex. Who smirks at you so fully when she sees the look of amazement on your face.
"Since we may have to stay here for a while, I thought it was better stay comfortable and enjoy it all the way, right?"
Oh, indeed. You think with a widening grin of your own.
"Also, from up here no one will hear you scream." She adds in a conspiratorial almost dangerous deeper tone filled with promises that makes your body buzz in all the most sensitive places.
Your answer is to grab her and kiss that cocky smirk off her face until she is groaning in your mouth and pressing you against the nearest wall. A combination that is more than enough to have you shivering with anticipation.
It takes a couple of days though for you to have some real quality time together.
Alex has been working almost no stop since you got here two days ago, you have barely seen her actually, but you haven't complained about it; you knew it would have mostly been a business trip, and actually you have been good with it. A couple of days to rest and get used to the local hour after the long trip was what you needed to get yourself back together and fully operational once again.
You wonder how Alex can endure this all the time honestly.
She has promised the whole day dedicated just to the two of you today. And even if she hasn't told you yet what you are going to do, just the prospect of an entire day with Alex and the reminder of the smirk full of promises that she has flashed you when she told you about such plan, has been more than enough to make you extremely excited.
So much in fact that it has gotten you up even before dawn.
Like an excited little kid on Christmas morning.
It's practically still night, barely five a.m you guess by the still pretty dark sky, but the first shades of that icy, vivid blue are already slowly starting to form at the horizon in layers.
The effect is nothing less than stunning; moving and changing but also still and quiet at the same time, an impression that is amplified by the background of the gentle hiss of the wind outside and the distant, rhythmical crash of the waves against the cliff.
It almost lulls you back to sleep, but the soft, gentle breathing of the gorgeous raven haired woman sleeping peacefully right beside you is what catches your attention with even more interest.
You'll never get tired to admire Alex during her sleep.
It's so unique in its simplicity, so beautifully contrasting with everything that she is, because Alex Vause is anything but something quiet and docile and innocent.
Her purest form is vigorous and raw, but in the most elegant and exquisite way.
Alex is not exactly grumpy when she wakes up in the morning, but she is not even particularly content either. You have learned that she enjoys sleep, even the one that she can get from the rare occasional naps that she takes during particularly lazy days, it's in her nature after all and you usually get to enjoy the sight with a broad grin on your face. Especially if she happens to fall asleep while reading with her head in your lap, glasses still on and book abandoned open on her chest.
When she wakes up she makes little grunts and other small protesting noises, especially if the brightness of the sun happens to hit her face, making her squint her eyes and roll over to escape the light, burying her head against her pillow or, even better, into the crook of your neck or against your chest.
You can barely resist the urge to chuckle when she does this, especially if she also nuzzles affectionately your collarbone with her nose, humming contently at the familiar smell of your skin as she wraps an arm around your waist to bring you closer.
In those moment two are the things you usually do, the first one is to enjoy the sight with a strong flutter echoing in your chest as you run your fingers through her slightly wild mane and the other is encourage her to open those stunning green eyes with a playful "wakey wakey Al," or a more quiet and slightly seductive "where is my roaring tiger this morning?" followed by a string of kisses left on her cheek, down her neck and anywhere your lips can reach, that usually manage to turn those protesting groans into low, sleepy hums of appreciation.
Now however you are a little conflicted. You don't want to wake her up, she has been up till late for the past few days and even if she is used to such routine, you know she could use some much needed sleep.
Someone would dare to call creepy the way you look at Alex when she sleeps or is barely barely awake. But you know with absolute certainty that she doesn't mind the attentions, at all. Because it's your attention and she loves every form of it that you offer her, even if it is just your loving gaze.
You reach out a hand, now no longer able to control the itch that you feel there at the idea of tucking aside that loose strand of black hair from her face, letting your fingers linger for a few moments longer on the soft skin of her cheek, and you swear that she has just leaned in a little against your touch.
You are probably wrong.
But you definitely do not misinterpret when she lets out what really sounds like a hushed barely audible moan just as you see her legs moving a little under the blankets.
You can't even help the little smirk that starts tugging at the corner of your mouth as you look at her, oblivious of your curious, loving scrutiny, wondering where the rampant dreams formed by that beautiful mind are taking her, if you are in them too, maybe.
You really hope so.
And when you hear her hum very softly in the back of her throat, noticing that she has just pressed and rubbed her thighs together once again, your suspicious are kind of confirmed.
So that's what you are dreaming about, isn't it? You wonder through what is now a full grin, because of course Alex's insatiable libido would follow her even in her dreams.
Your eyes rake up and down her body taking in every detail you come across, from the subtle but recognizable twitches that you notice in her expression, to the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest, to way the sheets fall from around her waist revealing a strip of the pale soft skin of her smooth stomach and the sweet dip there of her hip.
Your mouth waters at the thought of nibbling at it delicately and maybe keep going even a little lower.
You find yourself scooting just a bit closer, your hand already halfway to intrude gently under her shirt and feel the warmth of her body against yours, when you suddenly stop.
I shouldn't, you think guiltily, biting you bottom lip like a little kid trying to resist at the idea of a very tempting naughtiness would do.
But the thought of having your hands, maybe even your mouth on Alex... God. Your eyes flutter shut and a familiar throb starts in your lower belly at the image that has formed in your head. The one of a moaning Alex writhing beneath you, all wet and hot and sweaty holding your head in place, fingers laced through your hair, nails digging deliciously in your scalp as she rides out the apex of her pleasure all over your face.
Jesus.
You would love to go down on her and wake her up with your tongue, offering her the slowest build-up followed by the sweetest orgasm she ever had... But you would also want to look at all the small expressions that cross her face as such pleasure slowly unfurls and starts flooding within her bloodstream to ignite every nerve endings of her body.
It's too much. That final thought breaks the restraining chain that has never been thick enough to hold back your desire in the first place.
You lean in and press the softest of kisses on the side of her nose, just a tentative one to see how deeply asleep she is, and when you see that she doesn't stirr or anything, you plant another one on her cheek, her chin, and then just as your hand makes a way down the delicious curve of her waist to rest lightly on her hip and tease the waistband there of both her shorts and underwear, you place one on the corner of her mouth.
This time she stirrs, rolling a bit more on her back and parting a little her legs too as she does so.
She is still asleep, but damn if you don't take that as some kind of unconscious invitation, and this was probably what you needed to see for your slowly fading guilt to dissolve for the rest of the way.
Slowly, you introduce your hand under the waistband of her panties, savoring the sense of anticipation that rises exponentially inside you just as your fingertips meet the neat patch of soft dark hair above her sex. You run your fingers briefly through it, enjoying the sensation of its wild and lightly rough texture before going lower, managing to suppress a moan but unable to contain the shiver of equal delight that crawl up your spine when you are greeted by slick warmth, thick wetness that has started to gather between her soft, smooth, delicate folds.
If you had any more doubts left about the content of her dream, now they are completely gone.
Poor baby, you think placing another feather light kiss on her jaw, barely managing to swallow down another moan when you feel her clit already hard and slick, pulsing with its own heartbeat and twitching with need under the pad of your finger.
It's the last thing you can take.
You start circling it, slowly, lightly, watching closely and with delight the way Alex's expression visibly changes as she registers your touch in another dimension.
Her legs part a little more and you grin, pushing your hand further down to cup her sex delicately and give a gentle squeeze that earns you another soft hushed groan before returning up and focusing your attention where she is literally pulsing with need.
You decide to apply just a little more pression, guided by curiosity to see her reactions, but also by the desire that is growing more persistently between your own legs.
You know that making her come while she is still asleep is not exactly plausible, and also not something you are entirely comfortable with, worrying a little over the kind of consent that you know Alex would tell you that she doesn't need to give you because it is one that you already have, always, but still, you prefer to keep your touch light and a little teasing, turning this into some sort of game to see how long it takes for her to wake up with this kind of attentions.
It doesn't take long.
Within a minute she starts shifting in her position, parting and bending her leg as if to give you more space and occasionally lifting her hips up to seek more of your touch, almost as if she is trying to establish a pace of her own.
Her breathing also changes and from deep and steady becomes more frequent and a bit more shallow.
It is clear now that she is waking up and as soon as you realize that, you climb up on top of her, straddling her hips without pulling out your hand from where it is. It's a little uncomfortable, but you couldn't care less, especially when you feel a pair of strong hands settling gently on your thighs.
"Morning baby," You whisper lovingly, bending to press a light kiss on the corner of her mouth.
She hums in response still unable to form a proper answer but now clearly awake, and when you pull back it is just in time to witness the sight of those gorgeous green eyes fluttering open to pierce the still relative darkness in the room and lock with yours.
You can't even control the new smirk that starts spreading across your face.
"Hmm... What are you doing?" She asks grinning so sleepily and oh so adorably at you as she stretches her spine and long limbs a little.
You don't offer her a verbal answer, just lift an obvious eyebrow at her as you resume drawing slow circles over her clit with two of your fingers, applying a little more pressure now that she is awake and you don't feel as guilty anymore at the idea.
The reaction is immediate.
"Fuck Pipes..." She groans, eyes fluttering shut once again as her hold around your thighs tightens a little and her hips lift of their own will.
"Mh mh, that's what I had in mind, yes." You reply bending to nibble at her earlobe before continuing with a series of kisses and teasing bites down the sensitive, elegant column of her throat.
When you pull back she suddenly looks much more awake than how she wasn't just a minute ago, half lidded eyes darkening with unmistakable desire and a sparkle of what you recognize immediately as playfulness shining in there, too.
"I think I prefer this to the alarm," She quips, voice still husky and deep with sleep and... something else.
"You seemed to be having a nice dream and," You explain as if to justify your actions, pausing just long enough to cup her sex and give a suggestive squeeze, watching the way her jaw tightens to suppress a groan in the back of her throat at your touch. "I thought I could help with that."
The way her eyes sparkle with something dangerously mischievous makes you shiver all over.
You can only imagine what she is going to say next.
"And aren't you going to feel dizzy from staying all the way up there?" She can't help but asks, the smartass, remembering your role as the good little bottom of the two as her hands find a way under the front of your shirt.
It's both admirable and infuriating the fact that she is the one who has a hand shoved down her underwear with her clit literally throbbing under your touch and still she can perfectly manage to control some of that desire only so that she can tease you a little.
You love it, actually.
Her control turns you on just like only her show of power and nothing else ever could.
But about her question, you have other ideas in mind right now, and your answer to that is to grab her wrists, pulling out her exploring hands from under your shirt to pin them firmly above her head.
She wasn't expecting this.
But she definitely doesn't look displeased by it.
Her eyes widen and darken even more, sparkling with a kind of fire that nothing can extinguish, but one that only you can touch without getting burned, and this time, with her permission, maybe even dominate.
The look that you see reflected in those emerald pools at your unexpected gesture says "fuck yeah, I love it when you show your claws, Pipes" but also, a little more subtly and a lot more promising "you are going to pay for this later" Oh, and you really, really hope so.
But for now...
"Let me," You beg her softly, leaning in and planting slow sweet kisses along her amazing jawline before nibbling delicately - and then a little harder - at that particularly sensitive spot right under her ear. "Please."
Her consent comes through a long hiss of delight as she arches her back a little and presses her entire body against your front like fitting pieces of a puzzle.
You hear the sharp intake of breath and the small, raspy groan that follows as your fingers go lower to find the source of her slick juices.
Feeling her try to lift her hips and take you inside is almost enough to give in, almost.
You don't want to tease her, but you want to wake her body up with all the appropriate attentions, slowly, sweetly, much like the sun will soon start to gradually come up from its slumber to spread its brightness everywhere.
So you play with her slick entrance and circle her swollen clit for long minutes, until she is writhing beneath you, all sweaty and needy.
You can tell that she is containing herself, keeping all that brute, delicious lust filled force restrained and locked inside of her; you have asked permission for it, because you know that in any other case she would pull you down, forcefully, roughly and demand everything you are holding back from your touch right now, or put you on your back and fuck you senseless.
Maybe you will be lucky enough to experience it later, you hope once again with the same sense of anticipation growing in your lower belly. But for now, you'll fully enjoy this and the way your name leaves her lips in some sort of plea with a quiver of need in her voice every time you go lower to draw circles on her tight entrance.
"Pipes..."
You grin before answering more than eagerly to her request, because, after all, she isn't the only one who is craving that kind of deep connection.
So you push past her opening with two fingers, watching the way her eyes roll into the back of her head and biting down a hiss of both pain and delight when one of her hands breaks free from your hold to grip your thigh and dig her nails into your flesh.
She is so silky inside, and wet and tight around as you work your fingers in and out of her at a slow rhythm, filling her completely before pulling back till you are almost out. You could give her more, add another finger, go faster, but you continue with the same slow pace until she is trembling and groaning with every thrust, until sweat has gathered on her collarbone and chest and the air around you is filled with her arousal and wet sound of your fingers filling her over and over.
She holds into you, every part of you that she can reach as you scatter kisses and bites all over her neck and chest tasting the salty-sweet mixed flavor of her skin.
As you thrust slowly inside of her you watch mesmerized the way she shudders as her lips part in breathless shaky gasps.
You know that she is close, and you have the confirmation when you feel her fluttering and clenching so impossibly tight around you, refusing to let you move, so you just curl your fingers over and over against the swollen sensitive spot there on her front wall.
"Come Alex." You encourage her softly. "Let it go. Come for me baby."
That's it.
Your sweet, hushed words and the gentle curling motion of your fingers deep inside her push her over the edge with your name falling from her lips.
When she comes it's long and hard and overwhelming, she remains visibly breathless, yet it feels like you are the one who is drowning under the waves of pure pleasure washing over her face as you drag her orgasm out until it turns into a second, even more powerful one.
Her body shakes all over and her strong muscles twitch occasionally with aftershock after what seems to be entire minutes of absolute bliss.
"God, Pipes... That was... Fuck-"
It's the first thing that she manages to say as soon as she starts to recover and you purr satisfied in her ear at the way she struggles to find words as she slowly comes down from her high, still clenching and unclenching weakly around your fingers.
She is trying to catch her breath which is slowly returning but you can't say the same about her speaking abilities.
"I take it it wasn't so bad." You hum happily, looking lovingly down at her and noticing the usually hidden flecks of gold in her eyes stand out in all the surrounding green, only now realizing that the sun is completely up, making Alex's eyes impossibly bright and vivid.
You guess that her recent orgasms might have something to do with that particular glow, and the fact that you have teased it for the entire dawn might also say something about it, too.
You are suddenly pulled out from those thoughts when Alex takes advantage of your moment of distraction to flip you over and invert your position, so fast that it makes your head spin, recovering only when you find yourself already pinned down beneath her.
Your fingers have slipped out from her in the fast movement, leaving you craving for the warmth that was wrapped so tightly around you just seconds ago, but the loss doesn't stop you from enjoying the change of position and the solid, magnificent body hovering above you.
Your heart already jumping in your throat with excitement, and your body already buzzing all over with barely contained desire.
"You are in so much trouble." She states, voice low and dangerous, gaze intense and fierce as she starts tugging at your shorts and underwear.
Your eyes widen, your face lit up with expectation, and you almost moan at the heavy, rich promises that you hear in her voice as you help her to get rid of the offending garments with a lift of your hips.
"Am I now?" You ask doing your best to not sound as hopeful and desperate as you are feeling inside.
Alex notices immediately the effort behind your words, of course, but she just nods, staring down at you like you are a very yummy prey and she is the starved predator.
She even licks her lips. Smirking a little to show her sharp fangs at you and making your breath hitch in your throat for the way that very hungry and promising look sends a shiver down your spine.
"Yes." She answer at last, deliberately lowering her tone a bit more. "I'm gonna go down on you until you'll have to beg me to stop." She threatens, eyes dark and clouded with thick red desire as she starts making her way down your body in between sweet kisses and stinging bites.
Jesus. Christ.
Your lips part in a silent breathless moan.
Now you know how you are going to spend a good part of the day.
And since there is no way in hell you'll ever tell her to stop, you also know how you are gonna die.
In bed, with Alex cherishing and loving every inch of your body with her unique, scorching passion that burns a thousand times more than the unforgiving indonesian sun ever could.
Your hands settles on her head to run your fingers through her soft dark hair, seeking for more connection as she spreads your legs wide, throwing one over her shoulder to leave you completely exposed to her expert, incredibly talented tongue.
You grin and then moan, loudly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the warmth of Alex's mouth seals around you.
God...
You couldn't have asked for anything better.
Just a bit of Vauseman smut, morning edition :D