A/N: A quick chapter for you all! Enjoy...
... "Fuck you, Alex. We need to fucking talk. Now."
Alex grabbed Piper's forearm and dragged her up the stairs into her bedroom, shutting the door behind them. As Alex turned around, Piper pushed her back into the door, looking straight into her blazing green eyes. God, Piper could get lost in those eyes so easily, but the blonde chose to remain stoic and just get her point across to Alex.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You can't drag Larry into you're little mind games, Alex!" Piper was visibly angry and annoyed but Alex could not control the smile forming on her face. Seeing Piper angry was always a turn on to her and Alex loved it. It was a stimulus, which usually led to sex.
Not this time, though.
"Fuck you, Piper. You fucked me over and you expect me to be alright with you when you're playing happy families next door?" Alex remained calm and nonchalant. "I gave up so much, just for you, and-" she was cut off. The truth is, Alex did what she could to get Piper back into her life, but failed as the blonde cut all ties with her. Which, wasn't fair.
"I fucked you over? You did that all by yourself, Alex, and here you are, doing it again." Piper always, and still, blamed her for the way things ended between them, although she always felt guilty for walking out on Alex the day her mother died.
Piper grew tired of waiting around, in foreign hotel rooms, for Alex, who instead focused most of her attention on finding new drug mules to carry suitcases filled with drug money. She became bored of that part of her life, causing her to make the decision of walking out of the relationship, and leaving Alex for good.
"You broke my fucking heart. I left all that behind with the hope that I could make it up to you." Alex walked over to her bed and sat down, keeping her gaze on the floor. "I nearly died," she then looked up at Piper, whose expression seemed to soften a little.
Piper walked over to the bed, looking Alex straight in the eyes as she stood in front of her. "I haven't got time for your bullshit sob story. Leave Larry and I alone." The blonde hissed.
Shaking her head, Alex grabbed Piper's hand before she could get away, sending the blondes pulse racing. A surge went racing through both of their hands as they looked deeply into each others eyes. "Don't do this, Pipes," frowning a little, showing the blonde her vulnerable side. Alex was always incapable of showing her emotions, even as a child, but Piper had this power over her. She could read Alex easily. She was different and Alex became an open book around the blonde. She was something that Alex needed. Something she sought after. It was finally here, right in front of her.
Piper kept a poker face, as guilt slowly evaded her body. That face. The same face that looked Piper in the eye the day she left, eight years ago.
"Maybe. Just maybe, we will get friendly again. Maybe."
"We were never friends, Piper. Not for a second." Alex didn't seem to be taking this conversation seriously, which really made the blondes blood boil.
She lifted her arm, releasing Alex's grip, turned around, opened the door and walked. No turning back because that face tore her heart apart again and again.
The blonde couldn't help but wonder if Alex did, in fact, leave the drug cartel for her – and that really did tear her apart. Here she was, eight years down the line, married and not giving a second thought towards her ex-girlfriend. This, was going to eat her up inside.
Nicky was on the front porch, smoking a cigarette when Piper opened the front door to leave. "Blondie!" She let out a little chuckle just as Piper walked past her.
"Fuck you, Nicky." Piper remained stoic as she shoved past the other woman.
Nicky raised her hand to her chest in mock hurt. "I take it, you and Alex didn't make it to the angry, make up sex part then…"
Piper made her way upstairs, once she got back home and into the bedroom to see if Larry was okay. It was then, the putrid smell hit her, making her gag. "Jesus, Larry! Can you not close the bathroom door? Spray the fucking air freshener!" the blonde raised a hand to her nose, retreating backwards in an attempt to rid of the rancid smell currently polluting her nose.
"Sorry, Pipes!" Larry seemed embarrassed. "I must have ate something bad earlier. Fuck," he groaned.
Piper scrunched up her face as she was disgusted and made her way back downstairs. Right now, she wished to be far away as possible from everyone. Especially Alex fucking Vause.
Letting out a deep exhale, Alex laid back onto her bed. Although she didn't want to admit it, her plan was backfiring. Seeing Piper after eight years was digging up old feelings and she felt like she wanted the blonde to like her. All thoughts of getting her own back on the blonde were gone. And yes, there were some old feeling towards the blonde that were still present. That was something she didn't want to admit it to Piper, let alone herself.
"We're going out tonight, Vause," Nicky woke Alex up from her daze. "We owe Morello a drink, if you know what I mean…" she continued with a little smirk.
"You know, Nichols, I would rather go to sleep."
"Bullshit! That ain't no good. Get ready," Nicky laughed as she walked out the room, giving no chance for Alex to reply. "I don't want you staying here, pining over Blondie."
Soon after, Alex pulled up to the bar in her sleek, black 5 series BMW with Nicky and Lorna. It didn't take much to convince the brunette to let loose for one night, much to Nicky's amusement. The crazy haired woman just guessed she needed a break after that God-awful dinner.
"Go ahead, Vause, we'll meet you inside," Alex turned to Nicky in the passenger seat, who gave her a wink. "Give me your keys, I'll lock up. Poussey and Taystee should be waiting inside for us." Nicky did this every weekend. With that, Alex turned the engine off, chucking the keys in Nicky's direction, and stepped out of the flashy vehicle.
Sitting at the usual booth table was Taystee and Poussey along with the bar owner, a Russian woman who goes by the name Red. "Alex, my daughter! Come join us," Red called out in her heavy Russian accent. The bar owner always looked out for Nicky and her friends, referring to them as her daughters, as she only had sons with her husband. They were regulars at the bar and Red saw them as family. Treated them as family. "Nicky told me you were a little depressed," giving Alex a sympathetic look, "Here, drink some vodka."
It didn't take long for Nicky to open her mouth, the brunette thought.
Alex smiled, downing the shot in one go. "I'm not fucking depressed!" Red just gave Alex a knowing look and poured more for everyone, clinking their shot glasses together before downing the second round of shots. Alex definitely felt the burn down her throat and chest this time.
"So, where is Nicky?" Poussey asked with a sour expression on her face after downing the shot of vodka.
"You know... The usual. In my car, with Lorna," the whole table erupted with laughter as they joked about the two. Finally, for the first time today, Alex wasn't think about Piper, instead she was enjoying herself. She didn't hold back on the drinks, downing one after another, trying to erase a certain person from her head. She wasn't swamped with old familiar, feelings, instead, letting loose.
A while later, the vodka began to have an effect on Alex. The room begun to spin slightly and Nicky and Lorna entered the bar looking slightly flustered and red in the face. Nicky had lipstick smudged on her face as per usual, not even bothering to scrub up before entering the bar.
"You two had a good fuck?" Alex slurred out, laughing uncontrollably whilst Lorna turned red in the face from embarrassment.
"Jesus Christ, is she drunk already?!" Nicky laughed with little concern for her best friend and the fact that everyone knew what she was up to with the smaller brunette, currently hanging off of her arm.
Nicky and Lorna squeezed into the circular booth. Taystee and Poussey entertained everyone with their versions of WASPy women and Red kept the drinks coming in.
Some time during the night, Alex passed out on the table. She wasn't even a lightweight, but tonight she had her fair share of alcohol, which had easily taken its toll on her.
A while later...
"Hey, someone help me with Sasquatch here," Nicky called out whilst putting one of Alex's arms around her neck. Taystee took the brunettes other arm as they made their way out of the bar.
Alex was barely conscious, when she blurted out, "I love her, Nicky. I love Piper."
"Okay, Alex, I know, I know," Nicky replied as she dumped Alex on the back seat of her car. The shorter woman grinned to herself – she finally had some shit on her best friend to blackmail her with. It's not like she didn't know that Alex still had feelings for her ex-girlfriend or anything.
That was crystal clear from the moment Nicky heard of Piper.
It's not like Alex knowingly gave it away, Nicky just always caught the slight look of vulnerability on Alex's face every time she talked about Piper. That little bit of hope, that quickly disappears because Piper isn't hers anymore. Even if what Alex and Piper had wasn't understandable, she knew that Alex loved Piper. Over the past eight years, Alex learnt to cope without Piper in her life, but, truthfully, she never learnt how to get over the blonde.
Nicky knew it was important. She knew Piper was important because Alex doesn't love.
And it was as simple as that. Alex loved Piper.
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