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My life since last updating has seemed to have hit a speed bump... from having a trip to A+E courtesy of drunken antics to having no real sleeping pattern (currently uploading this at roughly 4am my time), I think a well-earned break is needed! I'm back home for a month at the end of this coming week, so stay tuned.
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Tilting her head backwards, Piper lets out a loud gasp, mouth gaping open despite trying to be quiet. Her blonde hair slays out across her pillow while her naked form lays across the white bedsheets, duvet half thrown off her body. Her left hand, surface veiny from its position, grabs at her left breast, kneading the sensitive skin, while her manicured right hand works its magic between her legs, attempting to relieve it evident pent-up pressure.
It's been a week since her kiss with Alex, and although the temptation to throw caution to the wind and launch herself at the older woman can – at times – be overwhelming, the blonde knows that can't happen. So far, she's been successful at keeping her distance: only talking to the brunette when asked to, while avoiding her outside of class hours.
After unravelling her situation to her curious best friend, Piper finds it increasingly harder to stay away; although being warned to 'be careful', the blonde was also told that it was 'crazy' that she was fucking her teacher, which, although she tried to correct, Piper was forced to accept in vain.
So, while she lies in bed, sweaty, tense body canting upwards, Piper does the only thing she just about can do without facing any real-life consequences: imagine. With all the imagery and made-up scenarios, she can imagine, the blonde imagines that her hands belong to Alex, that it's Alex nibbling at her neck, whispering dirty things into her ear. Lost in her thoughts, she falls from a heavenly height, biting her lip to prevent voicing her pleasure out loud.
When her breathing returns to normal, the blonde stairs at the ceiling, almost as though reflecting over what she had just done. It felt good; very good, but it can't keep happening. Not at its current rate. Knowing that she'll be seeing the brunette in class tomorrow sparks a fluttering in her chest to match the flush of red covering her cheeks, and despite being slightly embarrassed by what she had just done, she gets an idea, hoping it's something that will work in her favour.
"Piper… Piper…"
Turning her head from her where it was resting on the palm of her hand, the blonde is called out of her daydream in hearing her name repeatedly being called. Sitting in class, she sees her classmates all still facing the front – probably not listening, but for sure not linked to the same reasons of her own. For the last twenty minutes, Piper had found herself spacing in and out of class due to both the fact that listening to other people talk about their projects wasn't entirely thrilling, but also because the view of Alex was one she for sure was taking in.
Taking more of a laid-back approach to this lesson, Alex leans on the edge of her desk, listening intently to the answers from her students. Her waved raven-black hair cascades down her shoulders, while her outfit is matched with a smart white shirt, black pencil skirt and stiletto heels. She'd worn a similar outfit before, but, the blonde has to admit, she thinks her skirt is a lot shorter than it used to be, and in knowing that her attraction to the brunette is mutual, her thoughts of seeing what's underneath aren't as shameful.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" Piper says, seeing Alex looking straight into her eyes while unravelling her crossed arms, putting them behind her as she stretches her back slightly forwards.
"I asked about your project. What's it about?"
Adjusting herself on her seat, Piper answers confidently, having already thoroughly planned what she wanted to write about earlier in the week.
"Investigating the emotion of love vs. lust."
In looking at the brunette, Piper identifies she's trying her best to not reveal any form of emotion, whether that being professional or unprofessional – perhaps out of the fear of saying and/or doing something she shouldn't. The small rising of her temples indicate that the older woman is clenching her jaw, and while answering, she uses her hands to push herself off the desk she was sitting on.
"Because?"
"Because it's something everyone encounters throughout their lives, just at different stages. It's fascinating how both seem to always happen at the same time throughout literature."
The sound of the class bell rings throughout the room – indicating that class is over, and being that most students were counting down the seconds until the end of the lesson, the room quickly begins to empty.
"You didn't seem too impressed," Piper says quietly as she passes Alex's desk, seeing that the room is practically next to empty.
"Can I meet you in my office in 5 minutes. I just need to fill these out," the brunette replies, gesturing to a few report cards on her desk.
"Sure. I'll wait outside."
Not knowing why Alex particularly wants to meet has the blonde in a state of anxiety. It's probably nothing, she thinks to herself, and after 10 minutes of waiting for the brunette, she begins to wonder if she's actually going to turn up.
"Sorry I'm a bit late," Alex says while brushing past, using her key to open her office door, gesturing for Piper to enter first while following behind, locking the door. "Just had to check I didn't have any meetings to be at."
"And do you?"
"Well I'm here, so, no. I don't."
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Piper asks as the brunette takes a seat next to her on the small sofa.
"I thought we could talk."
"About what?"
"I don't know. Your week."
"You called me into your office last thing on a Friday to talk about how my week has been?"
"Yeah," Alex puffs out, chuckling at how pathetic that sounded. "I want to know what's been happening in the life of Piper Chapman since we last spoke."
"Well nothing too exciting. I've had a tonne of work – most of which you've given me," she sarcastically says, rolling her eyes, "and have started writing up my project."
"You've started already?" Alex asks, turning her body to the side, while resting her left arm along the back of the small sofa.
"I've already read some of the books on the reading list, so felt I had a head start."
"You've picked quite the topic to explore," Alex admits, looking into the blonde's eyes.
"It there a problem with that?"
"No! Of course not – it's your choice," the brunette honestly answers before turning to a more serene approach. "I just don't want that to add to… I don't know… the awkwardness between us in class."
"It's not awkward."
"Then what was today about? You still have to listen in class, Pipes."
"I was listening."
"No you weren't," Alex says while using her hand to play with the ends of the blonde hair touching her fingers.
"Can you blame me," Piper replies, scanning her eyes down the brunette's body and back up to her face. "Is that new?" she goes on to ask, nodding her head down to the blonde's skirt.
"It isn't, no, but I will admit that I haven't worn it to work before."
"Why's that?"
"It doesn't really feel appropriate," Alex chuckles, shifting in her seat.
"You must have a thing for doing inappropriate things then."
"Something like that."
The pair sit in a comfortable silence, basking in one another's company knowing that the chances of being interrupted are low being that no one ever wants to stay late on a Friday afternoon.
"I like what you've done with the place," Piper says, looking around the office – one of which, she notes, is bigger than the temporary one the brunette had the year before.
"Thanks. I've tried to make it a comfortable place to work in."
"What's with the door?" Piper asks, looking over at the pieces of paper blocking over its small window.
"I like my privacy," Alex reveals, turning to look over at the door. "It stops people coming to ask me dumb questions because they can't tell if I'm in here or not."
"Clever."
"I thought so too. So what're you doing this weekend? Anything nice?"
"Not that I can think of. Yourself?"
"I have a pile of papers to mark calling my name and a parcel that I need to be in to collect, so equally exciting as yours by the sounds of it."
Piper chuckles at the woman next to her, not really knowing what to do with the free time they've suddenly allotted for themselves.
"You okay?" Alex asks, seeing the younger woman space out.
"Just not really too sure what to say."
"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. I just thought it would be nice to see you."
"You see me in class."
"Not like this I don't. I mean it, Piper, how have you been?"
"Honestly," Piper begins, shutting her eyes as though preparing herself for what she's about to reveal, "I can't stop thinking about you."
Letting out a heavy breath through her nose, the brunette's eyes flicker shut before opening with a darker shade of green. "Neither can I," Alex replies, using her left hand to cup the blonde's jaw from their close positions on the sofa.
Leaning into the older woman's touch, Piper's senses are on fire, and deciding to act based on her instinct, she leans forward and closes the relatively short gap between them.
The kiss starts out the same as their last; low and passionate, and when the blonde places her left hand on the groove of Alex's hip, squeezing the skin, she groans into the kiss as Alex responds by lining her tongue along the edge of her lip, access the blonde grants immediately.
They continue their zealous kisses until the need for air becomes overpowering; Piper rests both of her hands on Alex's shoulders, breathing heavily.
"I don't think I can stop once I know what it's like to kiss you," the blonde reveals.
"I get the feeling," Alex replies, biting the corner of her lip.
"I don't think you get it, Alex. I can't stop thinking about it."
"We shouldn't be doing this."
"How can you say that when you know how right it feels."
"Pipes –" Alex begins, placing her hand on the blonde's knee. "I care about you. I couldn't forgive myself if this were to get out."
"It won't."
"I trust you, but I don't trust myself around you when we're alone."
"What? You afraid we'll get caught kissing on your sofa," Piper mocks tilting her head side to side.
"More like fucking on the desk if it were my way," Alex reveals, tilting her head backwards and running a hand through her glasses. "I think we should call this a day," she adds, standing up and holding out her hands to pull the blonde up.
"It sucks we won't be seeing each other until Monday," Piper says as she approaches the office door, her back to the brunette.
"It does, but think of it this way: we have our theatre trip coming up."
"Going on a compulsory trip and not be able to as much as look at you a certain way. Sounds amazing," Piper replies sarcastically, yet is stunned when a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind.
"We may not be able to do this, but at least we'll be able to see each other," Alex whispers into her ear, turning the blonde around and backing her up against the wooden door. "Just imagine it's not a school trip if you're that bothered by it."
"I've been imagining many things as of recent, and that isn't one of my priorities, Al."
"Oh yeah. Like what?"
"Like you between my legs," the blonde boldly says – surprising not only the brunette, but herself.
"Jesus, Piper. That's hot," Alex groans.
"I thought so too," the blonde replies while running two fingers over the brunette's lower lip, "I came so hard last night just thinking about it."
Not being able to resist, Alex possessively connects their lips, both moaning at the contact, but as Piper's hands lower to fiddle with the waistband of the brunette's trousers, Alex immediately pulls back.
"That's a no-go, kid."
"Sorry, I-"
"Hey, don't worry about it," Alex says, smiling. "Restraint training is a bitch."
"You can say that again," Piper responds, lightly pushing the brunette backwards so she can turn back to leave the room.
"Restraint training is a bitch."
"I didn't mean it literally, asshole."
"Oh, my bad," Alex says, rolling her eyes as the pair share a smile when Piper opens the door.
"Think of me this evening," Piper says, looking down at the brunette's waistband.
"What makes you think I'll be doing that."
"Considering you have such great taste in women, it's a given," Piper self-appreciatingly concludes, giving a toothy smile before waving and shutting the door behind her.
Alex, left alone in her office, hurries to pack up her belongings, ready to get home and tend to her growing needs.
