CH 4
Alex wanted to fuck Piper. There was really no elegant way to put it - she was back in prison, knew she had a while in there, and was relieved that she was on a good page with her flame. Today all she wanted was a break from the worry, a break from the boredom, a break from the stress: she wanted sex. She realized it was prison; her and Piper couldn't have guaranteed privacy in many places, and they sure as hell didn't have any fancy king mattress around like in her old lavish apartment that her drug smuggling allowed her. But a chapel would do, wouldn't it? Alex wanted Piper. Alex wanted Piper to want Alex, and prayed she would accept the idea. Besides, Piper loved their sex, always did. "It's like I'm just discovering what sex really is," Piper spilled to her best friend Polly, ten years previous, when her and Alex were at it constantly (provided that Alex wasn't away or on a business call).
Alex was on her way to laundry duty and made a quick stop by Piper's dorm. "Pipes, can you meet me at the chapel later? I want to talk to you." "Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine. I just want to talk. There's a lot to talk about since I've been out of here, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. Okay. I get off electric at 7:00?"
"Alright."
Alex waited a whole long day for 7:00. She did laundry, laid in her bunk, played cards with Morello, and ate. Then waited some more. Finally, the time came. A miracle.
Alex snook her way to the chapel. She realized she was ten minutes early, but that was fine. All the inmates were used to dealing with the slow-passing time. She laid behind the altar and waited for the sound of a squeaking door. The moments passed, Alex thinking about Piper, and all of their history. I'm lucky, she realized. I'm lucky that after everything, at least I still have her. At least we're together somewhere.
Piper showed, silently. The door never squeaked. She turned the corner behind the altar and sat next to Alex. She scooched up close to her and instantly locked her lips with Alex. A firm yet soft embrace. Perfect. Alex cupped Piper's face delicately and broke the kiss. Sex wasn't her first priority anymore; setting things straight was.
"Pipes"
"What? I figured this was why we're here."
"Well, it was. It is. But Pipes, I want you to know something."
"What is it?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was never what you deserved. I want to make it up to you in whatever way you want. Whatever it means for us, here"
"If you feel like you have to make anything up to me right now, do it by shutting up. It's okay right now."
Piper was seemingly just as horny as Alex had been all day. The two kissed, and Piper shoved Alex down onto her back. "I missed your chest," Piper said.
Piper trailed kisses down Alex's stomach and took off her bright orange pants. With every lick, Alex breathed deeper. Moaning and squirming under Piper's touch, she was in heaven. Again, and again, and again. Maybe she was even glad to be back in prison.