This is loosely based off of the two movies, No String Attached, and Friends With Benefits. A bit of smut and Vauseman for you. Hope you like it!
Piper
You're at a party that you don't really want to be at. The only reason you're there is because Polly begged you to go out. She said you've been depressing to be around ever since you broke up with Larry, which you're not even sure why you're like that because you weren't even that into him. He was average looking, kind of charming, sometimes funny, and okay in bed. You're not missing much.
Physical contact. That's what you're missing. They say the best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else. So that's really the only reason you're out tonight, because sex is what you're looking for.
You need to loosen up before you even attempt to go talk to someone, so you take a couple shots with Polly, and then sit back at the bar until you see someone.
You're scanning the room when you see someone out of the corner of your eye sit next to you. It's a woman. A really hot woman.
Tall, creamy skin, jet-black hair, blood red lipstick, and emerald eyes. She's insanely hot, and you can see her staring you down, so you turn towards her. She bites on the tip of her stirring straw, and before you can say anything she says Alex. Her name is Alex. And you lean into the bar. Piper. You tell her your name is Piper. And she gives you this devilish smile.
You're attracted to men and women. Hot people in general, well except for Larry, but that was just a lapse in judgment, to be quite honest.
You study her face, and she asks you if you're here with anyone, and you tell her no. She smiles again, takes a look at what you're drinking, and asks the bartender for another. You thank her, and take the drink.
You don't want to come off as desperate, but you definitely up your game for her, scooting in closer, laughing at everything she says, brushing her hand with the tips of your finger.
You know you've had too much to drink, but it's okay, because you feel so fucking good. You catch yourself staring at her lips, wondering what magical things she can do with them, and she obviously notices it, and asks you if you want to get out of here.
You look around, seeing Polly talking to some man with an obnoxiously loud voice flirting across the room, and you figure she'll be fine on her own, so you say yes. Alex pays the tab, helps you with your coat, takes your hand, and leads you out into the cool fall air.
She hails a taxi, and opens the door for you, sliding in after you. You can barely contain yourself as her fingernails trail up and down your exposed thigh. She inches dangerously close to your center, and you can't sit still, lifting up just a little bit, and she quickly moves her hand back, so you let out an irritated quiet moan. The driver keeps a close eye on you two, making sure it doesn't go any further until you exit the cab.
You follow her up the stairs, into the elevator. She pins you up against the wall, sucking on your neck, and you know there will be bruises left. You cry out as she bites on your pulse point. The elevator comes to a stop, and she pulls away, leaving you breathing heavily. She takes your hand and leads you a door all the way down at the end of the hall. She fumbles with the keys for a minute, and unlocks the door, pulling you in. She spins you around, pinning you to the door, and you are done for.
Alex
What a pretty young thing that you found sitting alone at the bar. You didn't have her pegged as the promiscuous type, until you noticed her very obvious flirting, and how she leaned into you. You know you had to have her. Eyes raking over her long legs, imagining them wrapped around your neck, those nimble fingers around the stem of her martini that you imagine twisting in your hair, and you desperately want to see what's under that low cut dress, because you know it has got to be just magical, based on how it is hugging her curves.
You get into your apartment, slamming her into the door, not too hard, but hard enough. She moans out your name as you latch onto her neck. Little bruises forming.
You reach behind her, trying to undo her dress, but it's taking too long, so you grab both side of the zipper and rip it apart. She yells your name, and you tell her you'll buy her a new one, and you kiss her with everything you have. The ripped dress falls to the floor, and she kicks her heels off. You knew she didn't have a bra on since the dress was cut so low, and you take her breasts into your hands, and she gasps as her nipple strain against your palms. You remove your hands, and take off your pants and she starts unbuttoning your shirt until it also falls off. You reach behind yourself, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere in the foyer.
Your hands trail all over her body, scratching down her toned stomach, and down the inside of her thigh. You bring it back up, feeling the soaked fabric of her laced panties. She moans at your touch. You slide off your own underwear, and kneel down, kissing the inside of her thighs. She braces herself on the door, and you hook her right leg over your shoulder. You inhale her scent, which sends a rush of heat to your core, and you almost come undone at the sight of her in front of you.
You waste no time, as you hear her whining above you. Your fingers run through her folds, and she tenses up. You bring your fingers to your lips, sucking the sweet wetness off of them, and moan at the taste.
Your mouth comes down hard on her, and you hear her head slam into the door, and her cry out, but she is okay. Tongue running up and down several times before diving in, and her hands fly into your hair, holding on for dear life. It's just how you imagined it would feel. You move your fingers up to her opening, and then thrust in, and she screams out your name. Keeping a steady motion, and sucking away at her, as she starts to come undone. You feel her legs start to shake, she pulls tighter at your hair, and you can barely keep her still. She bends and arches, and her screams and moans turn silent because she can't breathe.
You bring her down slowly from her high, and she is so sensitive. The slightest touch making her whole body jerk. You gently unhook her leg, and support her, unsure if she can even stand by herself. She leans into you, heavy breathing, chest heaving, sweaty forehead leaned into your collarbone.
She pants out something like oh my God, and holds onto you. She sinks down the front of the door, and you sit in front of her, eventually laying down on the cool hardwood floor.
She says wow, and you just say yeah. You feel proud of yourself, leaving her in this state of bliss. You rub her shins that are stretched out in front of her.
We should do that more often, she says, and you laugh, and tell her okay. No feelings. No emotions. No commitment. Just sex. And she agrees.
Piper
You never really thought of yourself as a very sexual person. But something about Alex brings out that person who must've been somewhere deep inside of you. It's like everyone you had ever been with before Alex didn't really know what sex was. You didn't know sex could be this good. You didn't know that sex could leave you in a haze after, leave you craving more, leave you powerless. It's addicting. You are addicted to sex with Alex Vause.
When she texts you in the middle of the night, you are more than willing to crawl out of bed, and head over to her apartment. Lunch breaks. Casual afternoon hookups after your parents leave, and your mother has chastised you for not settling down and giving her grandchildren. So much sex, and you love every minute of it.
You can always count on her, too. If you need a pick me up, she's there within the hour, dropping whatever she's doing to be with you.
Your best friend Polly finds out, and says that you're too old for a fuck buddy, and you just tell her that she is jealous. Because you are having the best sex of your life, and she isn't getting any at all.
Alex pushes you out of your comfort zone, making you try things you never thought you would before. If you ever feel uncomfortable, she quickly stops whatever she's doing, and she gets it. She never pushes you into anything you don't want to do.
Probably the most favorite thing that you've tried with her was when she tied you with those silk ties to her headboard. She had her way with you, and it was magical, mind-blowing, Earth shaking even. She makes you feel things that you didn't know were even possible.
You make sure you give as good as you get, and based off of her reactions, moans, and the red scratch marks down your back, you've been doing a damn good job. There is nothing hotter than seeing Alex, cheeks flushed, gripping the headboard, biting onto her bottom lip, and hearing her scream your name as she explodes. Seeing someone so strong, confident, skillful unravel under your touch and body is amazing, and you never get tired of it.
You spend so much time with her that when you go more than two days without seeing her, it feels weird, and you have to call her over. Apart from the life changing orgasms she gives you, you really like spending time with her. Her smartass comments, the tone of her voice, how well you two get along even when you're not having sex is amazing.
She is your friend with incredible benefits, and you love it. Because you're not looking for anything more right now, and you don't want to mess up what you two have going. Because this casual hookup and hang out situation is working so well for the both of you. Secretly, you are both terrified of commitment, terrified of concrete plans, and settling down.
You both are pretty messed up, emotionally damaged, young, and looking for a thrill. And you both found quite the thrill.
Alex
This agreement you have with Piper is perfect. Casual, detached, easy. You get called out for work, and you find out that you're going to out of the country for a month, and usually you don't mind it. But you think about Piper, and you think about how you're not going to get to see her for a month, and you feel kind of sad. But for a second, it's not that you're going to miss the sex, it's that you're going to miss her. And you shove those feelings deep inside you, and you go over to her place.
You tell her, and you see something about her expression change, and you try to not let it bother you, and bring back those feeling you came across earlier. You promise her that when you get back, you will have all the "making up for lost time" sex that she can handle. She gives a small smile, and nods.
While you're gone, you talk to her all the time. Texts, Skype, the occasional dirty Snapchat picture or video. It's great and all, but it's not the same as when you're actually there.
You find yourself in kind of a funk, and your boss notices it, and offers to take you and the rest of the employees out for the night. You agree, putting on something sexy and heading out to the clubs. After a while, a cute redhead comes up to you, obviously flirting and trying hard to win you over. You play into it for a while, letting her sit on your lap, whisper in her ear, and run your hand over her waist. She stands up, and takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom.
She closes the door, locks it, and kisses you. It's an okay kiss. Not great. It sure as hell isn't as good as when Piper kisses you. You kiss back momentarily, and when she tries to take off your dress, you have to stop her and tell her that you can't do this. For some reason you feel dirty. And if this was a few months ago, you would have already had your way with her, and had her screaming your name. But something about all of this feels wrong, and you apologize to this confused girl, and exit the bathroom, fixing your hair. You tell your boss that you're going back to the hotel, and you leave. On the way there you call Piper, telling her that you can't wait to be home. You leave out the whole bar fiasco, and just listen to her talk about her day. You missed her voice.
That month drags by, and you actually get to go home a few days early. You don't even go to your place first. You immediately head to Piper's apartment, knock on the door, and she answers it a minute later. Her face lights up and she wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. You breathe in her vanilla scent, and hug her back. She asks what you're doing here, and you explain that you got off early, and that you figured you'd come by.
Her smile fades, and you ask her what's wrong. She tells you that she can't have sex with you for a few more days, and you look at her confused before you realize what she's saying. You get it. It's all part of being a woman. Usually you'd be kind of disappointed, but you're actually totally okay with it, because you really just want to spend time with her.
You sit in bed watching movies. You rub her back when she complains about her cramps, and soon she falls asleep. Sleep must have come over you not long after, because you wake up, curled up behind her, with her pulled in close to you. Shit. What have you done? You scoot out of bed, grab you things, and leave the apartment.
Piper
You were so happy to see her, and you didn't fully realize how much you actually missed her until she was standing at your apartment door. You missed her so much. Her voice, her soft skin, her smile, her warmth. You're slightly embarrassed (ridiculous, you know) when you have to decline sex with her because you're on your fucking period, but she is fine with it; not like there was anything you could do about it anyways. When she offers to just watch movies with you, you are surprised, but you are relieved she wants to stay with you. Your cramps are really bad, and when she starts rubbing your lower back, she takes away some of the pain, and her warm hands sooth you, putting you to sleep.
But when you wake up, she isn't in the bed with you. You get up, and she is actually nowhere in the apartment, and you think that's strange. She didn't even say goodbye. You check your phone. Nothing. You text her. No response.
Did you do something? Nothing you can think of. You let it go for a couple of days, and you finally call her. She answers and you ask her where the hell she's been. She apologizes, and says work has been insane. You tell her it's fine, even though you're kind of pissed off about the whole thing. She asks if you want to do lunch in an hour and you say okay, and she tells you to meet her downtown at a little café.
You walk in and she's already there. She waves you over, and you walk over and sit down, smiling at her, pretending like you're not still totally confused by her actions the other day.
She looks, well there's no other way to put it, beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. She's not hot anymore. She is beautiful. You catch yourself staring, and she asks you what is your deal, and you play it off saying that you're really tired.
Lunch is kind of awkward, because you're unsure of what to do with these feelings that you're finding yourself having for her. But when she asks if you want to her place for the "making up for lost time" sex that she had promised you, you accept, because you really just want to spend time with her.
Something about this time is different. It isn't so rushed, and rough, and primal. Alex takes her time with you. Kissing over every inch of your body. Soft and slow, but passionate and hot. She gives light touches and caresses, and it is drawn out. She brings you to that edge, and you feel like you're going to pass out from pleasure as you tumble over the edge, and she holds you firmly through it all. This lasts for hours. Back in forth. You and then her. By the time you are too tired to even move, she collapses at your side, head laying on your chest and she tells you that was amazing, as she traces patterns into your skin with her fingertip.
You feel tears sting your eyes, because it was the most incredible feeling you've ever felt. You felt so loved and worshipped for hours. You let the tears fall silently because right then you know what has been bothering you since she left.
You love her. You love Alex. And this casual hookup deal is breaking you, and you don't know how she feels. You feel helpless, but you just lay there.
She looks up at you, and sees the wetness on your cheeks, and you can't hold it in anymore. You put it all out there. Your feelings. You are raw and open for her. She just looks at you, and she doesn't know what to say. And she tells you that she needs some time to think, and she says she's sorry she can't say anything back just right now, and you feel like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. And she leaves.
Alex
When you saw her crying, and then she poured her heart out there like that you froze. You froze because you know that everything she is saying, you feel too. But you're not like her and you can't say anything back. You're silent, and you tell her you have to go. You hate yourself for it as you hear her muffled cries as you walk out the front door.
You get into you apartment, and slump against the door. Sobs rise from your chest, and you don't even know why. Why does Piper make you feel this way? Why are you so fucked up that you couldn't even say anything back to her? Why are you like this? So shut off, emotionally unstable, and broken.
You realize you have made a terrible mistake and you pull yourself together, and grab your keys, sprinting down the stairs of your apartment all the way back to Piper's.
Her door is still unlocked and you rush in, walking straight back to her room. She is in the same place you left her an hour ago. Eyes red and puffy, mascara down her cheeks, comforter pulled up to her chest, and she's sitting up against the headboard.
She stares in shock when you walk and she goes to speak, but you talk over her.
You say exactly this:
Piper Chapman, I am afraid of how much I love you. Because this started out as fun, and then we got in deep, and now I am in so deep that it feels like I'm drowning. I am an emotional train wreck, and I am so sorry that I left you here, it's just that I needed a second to put together what I wanted to tell you so I don't make an ass out of myself. I am so utterly, head over heels, desperately, without a shadow of a doubt in love with you. I didn't expect this, and it scares the hell out of me. When I was gone, I missed you every second. Your laugh, the way our nose scrunches when you smile. How your hair is wild in the morning. How beautiful you look in an oversized t-shirt. Everything. I missed everything. And when I got back, and we fell asleep together. Didn't sleep together, but fell asleep, I was absolutely petrified, because I've never done that. And so I did what I do best, and I ran. Because I'm a coward. But you, Piper, you make me want to be brave. You make me want to be better. You make me want to be a real person and make a commitment. So I am sorry that I am so screwed up, and I hope you forgive me for being such an ass, and that maybe you will consider giving me a chance. Because I know my track record is shit, but I really do love you.
You say these things, tears falling, and you feel like you don't even know who you are right now, but you needed to say all of that. And you look at her, desperate for her to say something.
She looks at you and you watch the tears streaming down you face. And she says yes. She says she loves you. And you walk over to her, puling the comforter off of her and you pull her up into a hug, running your fingers through her blonde hair, and kissing her neck. She leans back and rests her forehead on yours, and you smile up at her. You kiss her, and it's like the first time. It is different than all the other times.
This woman who you thought was just a friends with benefits situation ended up becoming the woman that you are madly in love with. And while you're both messes, you can be messes together. In that moment, all the wrongs, problems, and faults that you both have fade away, and they don't matter. Because you have the woman you love in your arms.
A/N: Hopefully you enjoyed it. It was kind of a spur of the moment idea, because I happened to catch Friends With Benefits on TV yesterday, and so I figured I'd give it a shot. Let me know what you think, because I love reading all of your reviews and thoughts on each chapter! They are such a huge motivation when writing new chapters, so please keep them coming.
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