[A/N] The wifi on my both my holidays was horrible so I couldn't post a new chapter sooner, as promised. Hope you guys forgive me. This is some "up in the air" smut, so, M rated. Not that long again, but I didn't have enough time as I thought before and I'm very stressed lately. Hope you like it anyway! And yes, I use italic and the word "fuck" way too much. He he.

I don't own Orange is the New Black or its characters.

Hold me down now
Hold me down now
Hold me down

"Alex?"

"Alex."

"Alex."

Piper Chapman fisted Alex Vause's leather clothed arm, while her eyes were practically glued to the unknown but unbreakable material the tiny window was made of.

The blonde (clothed in a long, strapless black-and-white striped dress) observed the plane's every move and watched the landscapes growing smaller nervously. Every time the plane made an unexpected movement or sound Piper clutched Alex's arm a bit tighter.

A little funny, a little sad, a little childish, much more adorable.

"You're safe, Pipes."

Piper breathed out the air she was holding without noticing.

"Only one out of like a thousand planes actually crash."

That typical "Alex smirk" appeared on the woman's face after she nonchalantly shrugged.

"Alex!"

"C'mere."

The twenty-four years old brunette pushed the arm rest up and loosened her girlfriend's seatbelt. The two years younger Piper let herself fall into the inviting warmth gratefully. She hid her face in the crook of Alex's neck, concentrating on the familiar scent and the steady beating of her heart.

Surprisingly comforting.

Alex let her lips meet the top of her head and started stroking her hair. Piper closed her eyes and kept concentrating on that human being surrounding her with control, warmth and safety.

They were on their way to Bali. Business for Alex, adventure for Piper. Pretty much an adventure for both of them though, since the two of them being in a beautiful part of the world together would include some sight-seeing, shopping, expensive dinners and - not to forget - late night fucking when there was time.

Piper mumbled with her lips attached to the skin of Alex's neck.

"HowlonguntilwegettherebecauseIcantwaituntilwegetthere."

Piper had always been scared of planes and basically everything that was higher than three meters off the ground. She also had zero patience. And Piper wasn't the type of person to stay quiet about it, no, instead she slightly bothered the other passengers by her random, soft but high pitched, yelps.

"Seven hours, kid."

Piper sighed and made a face after getting up from her position and pulled a blanket out of her bag. She draped it over the two of them and crawled into Alex's side once again.

"Entertain me." Once again not much more than a mumble, now against Alex's shoulder.

Alex - who had grabbed her book in the meantime and was getting ready to read while holding the blonde close with her other arm - let out a husky, short laugh and started tickling her arm absently.

"Just relax, Piper."

A sound of annoyance but agreement escaped her mouth, which turned into something more satisfied the moment her older girlfriend stopped the movements on her arm and started to draw light patterns on the bare skin of her thigh. Note: the inside of her thigh.

Surely some entertainment. Alex knew what it did to her and it was better to not start a situation like this while flying above the clouds with like a hundred and fifty other people. Piper told herself to concentrate on the calming part of the touches and not the fact her long fingers moved just across that ticklish, close-but-not-close-enough, spot.

Oh, baby.

Piper looked up from under her eyelashes and spotted the slightest smirk on Alex's face while she was casually reading - right hand underneath the blanket.

A little more pressure.

A little bit further.

A little more uncontrolled breathing from Piper.

Closer, closer, closer. Alex's hand reached the top of Piper's thigh, just beneath the spot her panties started. Then she got further. And further. And then she let her hand cup her center, relaxed her muscles, and left her hand there with absolutely no further movement.

Piper looked up again and only found a still reading Alex, nonchalantly absorbing the book its words.

"Alex, you fuck-"

Alex kept focusing on her book and payed her inpatient and whining and scared but also cute and incredibly hot girlfriend no attention.

She wanted her to stop because she couldn't warm her up here and left her panting for seven more hours because the chance to get caughed was high.

She wanted her to keep fucking going because this was exciting and Alex was exciting and it had felt so good.

Then one finger pressed down. Piper swallowed the sudden groan that threatened to escape her mouth and softly bit down onto Alex's shoulder.

Pure fucking torture.

Then she got inside.

Fuck. Piper threw her head back, bit her lower lip and tried to act casual even though that was pretty fucking hard with those slender fingers stroking the place her girlfriend had always perfectly taken care of. Her hand found Alex's thigh and pressed her nails into her black jeans clothed skin. Alex smirked. Smirked. That fucking...- A moan, softly. Unnoticable for other passengers.

Then her index finger found that certain little spot that made her go fucking crazy.

And the little adorable and innocent Piper indeed went fucking crazy. Steady circles, slow flicks. A bit harder. A bit faster. A bit closer to her orgasm. Her free hand fisted the material of the seats they were sitting on, she closed her eyes (casual, Piper Chapman!) and concentrated on that fucking amazing feeling creeping up her spine and stomach and legs and whole body.

Alex rubbed faster.

Piper lost it.

She bit her lip harder, digged her nails further in Alex's skin and tried everything to keep acting like a normal functioning person while that amazing feeling crept its way up her body. Good, good, good.

A breathy sigh escaped the blonde's throath.

"How long until we get there?"