Do not own Orange Is the New Black or any of the characters.
I'm sorry for such the long delay on this update, been sick with the flu for the past few days.
Enjoy.
Piper stared up at the ceiling as she lay in bed, wide awake. Her husband, Larry, was sound asleep beside her, snoring away with his arm over his face. He had come home just a few hours ago from his meeting in the city, which apparently had tired him out.
The blonde, on the other hand, couldn't even get her eyelids to droop on their own.
A sigh escaped from her lips as she turned her head to look at the digital clock, resting on their nightstand. 10:45 PM glared back at her in harsh red lights.
God, when had she become so old? 10:45 wasn't that early, but it wasn't really late either. There were times when she was used to going out much later at night and still think it was early. What had become of her? She thought sadly.
She didn't like how she always seemed to be questioning who she was, now that she was a married woman, but she couldn't help herself. Despite all the flair and pomp of her and Larry's wedding, married life wasn't all that thrilling. She honestly hadn't known what to expect of her life after the wedding, but weren't her and Larry supposed to be having wild, passionate sex right now and not able to keep their hands off of each other? Sure, it had been like that during the honeymoon, but that light and fire had quickly faded and cooled, much to her confusion and disappointment. Yes, they were still having sex on a daily basis, but it seemed to almost have lost its once-unquestionable appeal. Especially, since they had stopped using protection, which actually had been half the excitement for her, that terrifying thrill just knowing that she could possibly end up pregnant if they didn't use a condom or if she had skipped her pill. She knew it was crazy, but she used to love that adrenaline rush she'd get when they had unprotected sex as unwed lovers. It had been a walk on the wild side for her, which was really exciting since her life growing up was hardly rebellious.
However, now that they were actually trying to become pregnant, unprotected sex just became…well, sex. It wasn't thrilling or dangerous in any way. Just boring, in-and-out, normal sex.
The sex wasn't bad, don't get her wrong. She enjoyed it every bit as she had when she wasn't a married woman. But she could almost sense its inevitable evolution into routine for them soon. And that was the last thing that she wanted - routine sex, like Polly and Pete had. She wanted passionate, out-of-the-blue, primal, animal fucking.
Piper slowly raised herself onto her elbows, making sure not to awaken Larry as she got out of the bed. Her eyes studied his sleeping face in the dark for a moment before she tiptoed out of the room. She wasn't sure where she was headed. She just knew that she couldn't stay lying in that bed any longer. She needed to do something. She wasn't sure exactly what, but getting out of their bedroom was definite.
There wasn't much someone could do at 10:45 at night in a small town. If she had been in the city, that would have been an entirely different story altogether. But she wasn't in the city right now. She was stuck in this boring hick town where everything shut down at 9 PM.
The blonde slowly made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Flicking on the lights, her eyes automatically fell onto the canister of sugar that had previously belonged to her tall, dark-haired neighbour. A vision of Alex immediately filled her mind as she crossed the kitchen and stopped at the counter where the sugar rested. She felt something stir within as the brunette's image continued to linger there. She had tried not to think about the kiss for that day, willing herself to focus on mundane household things like what colour she wanted to paint the upstairs bathroom. Right now, she was thinking of two colours, cornflower blue or periwinkle blue. As you can see, it had been a big afternoon for her.
Funny, the colour of the canister was a similar shade to the cornflower blue she was considering. Life was funny, she thought. Taking the canister into her hands, her thoughts drifted to that almost-kiss. That almost-but-not-quite-a-peck could have lead to so much more kiss and had just given her a taste of what a great kisser Alex could be. How could she not be a great kisser? She was fucking hot, admitted Piper. Wasn't it a known fact that all great sexy, hot, and tall dark-haired beauties were great kissers? She swore they had taught that somewhere between algebra and chemistry in school. God, she was such a loser, she thought as she felt the weight of the canister of sugar in her hands.
She hadn't been this held up on someone since she was like fifteen and crushing majorly over her math tutor.
And it was just a crush. Everyone was allowed to have a crush, right? Especially on neighbors who just happened to be hot, glasses-wearing, and gorgeous.
Piper stood there for a moment in the kitchen, still holding the jar in both hands when the sound of a car pulling up got her attention. She didn't know exactly why, but she felt a sudden, irrepressible need to go to the front of the house and check things out. She had a sudden feeling that Alex had just come home.
Piper found herself holding her breath as she counted to ten, listening to the sound of a car turning off. She then practically found herself skipping, yes skipping, down the hallway to peek out the front window. She squinted her eyes slightly as she looked across the street to where a car had indeed pulled up into the driveway. The blonde watched as a tall figure emerged from the driver's side and walked up towards the front door.
"Home, sweet home," said Alex out loud as she dropped her duffle bag onto the floor, closing the front door with her foot before making her way further into the house.
She stood still there for a moment. It always felt strange now to enter the house and not hear her mother in some way. Growing up, the house had always been filled with some sort of noise, whether it was the radio that her mother always had on or the blaring of the TV in the living room or just the natural loudness of her mother's voice. The Vause house had always been filled with such life and energy. Now it was mostly filled with silence.
Alex padded her way down the hallway and entered the kitchen. She didn't bother to turn on any of the lights as she made her way towards the fridge. The drive back from the city had been longer than expected due to sudden traffic, so she was very much in need of a drink.
She pulled the door open and sighed happily, letting the refreshing cold air wash over her sweaty skin before grabbing a can of beer from the top shelf. Her eyes took in the contents of the fridge briefly as she popped opened the can. Alex ticked off a back molar with her tongue as she noted that there was barely anything in the fridge besides a six pack and a carton of milk, which had probably gone bad since she'd left. She made a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow as she nudged the door closed and headed into the backyard.
She plopped onto an old metal lawn chair and relaxed on its faded red-and-white plaid seating. She swung her long legs up and underneath herself before finally taking a much needed drag from her can. Her eyes closed immediately as the familiar taste of beer spread over the back of her throat and filled her mouth with foam. A squishy, comforting feeling washed over her as she leaned back in the chair and looked up into the dark night sky. The air was warm, but not sticky feeling. It was the perfect summer night, she thought as she brought the rim back up to her lips and took another sip. Alex lived for nights like this. She found them to be so peaceful. This was exactly what she needed at the moment after her hellish drive on the highway.
As Alex sat there, letting the beer travel lazily down her throat, she wondered what she should do for the rest of the night. It was late, but certainly not too late to have plans. She wondered if she should call up Nicky or Big Boo and see if they wanted to hang out like old times. Or maybe it'd be nice to just stay in. God knew she could catch up on some major sleep. Going out and partying with Wren and her friends over the past week hadn't given her much of a chance to get any decent sleep, and she knew that she wasn't as young as she once had been. Her body was unquestionably exhausted and craved sleep. However, her mind had its own thoughts.
An image of Piper filled it.
A part of her wished that she'd gotten Piper's number. She would love to see the blonde and just shoot the shit with her right now. However, she doubted that would be happening tonight, or anytime soon for that matter. Piper was probably in her bedroom having crazy, rabid sex with her husband at the moment. Well, maybe not rabid sex. Larry didn't seem like that type of guy. They were probably having boring, plain-old missionary sex. Alex's face screwed up at the thought.
Despite Piper's irresistible hotness, Alex didn't want to picture her having sex with her husband. She could feel her stomach tighten up in automatic distaste.
Alex took another drag from her beer as she let her mind wander over her leggy blonde neighbour from across the way. Sexy images of Piper inevitably developed in her mind's eye, and the husband wasn't anywhere in the picture now. It was just Piper and that sexy, lean body of hers. The brunette found herself licking her lips as something stirred ever so slightly in her lower regions. God, she was horny, she thought suddenly. Fuck. Maybe she should've taken Wren up on her offer before leaving. She found that she was in some need of release as her neighbour continued to take over her thoughts.
Alex gunned the remainder of her beer as she rose to her feet and walked back into the house. Quickly tossing the empty can into the recycling bin by the door, she headed towards her bathroom, peeling off her shirt and bra as she went, leaving a trail. There wasn't anyone to give her shit for leaving her clothing on the floor, so she could make the biggest mess she wanted. Just one of the many benefits of being a grown-up living on her own.
A now topless Alex entered the pale-pink-tiled bathroom and flicked on the lights. The small space hadn't changed much since she could remember when the house had been originally owned by her great grandmother, who had then left the house to Alex's mother. Alex had been about five or so at the time.
However, Great Grandma Leigh was far away from her mind now as she turned on the faucet to the shower.
It took a good five minutes for the old pipes of the house to warm up, and as she waited, Alex stripped off her jeans and underwear. She languidly ran her hands through her hair, idly listening to the sound of running water as her arousal continued to build. She had drunk the beer she'd had earlier on an empty stomach, so she was definitely enjoying a nice buzzing feeling. The brunette looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink briefly before taking off her glasses and stepping underneath the lukewarm spray. Her eyes closed immediately as she lifted her head up to the shower head and allowed the water to wash over her. God, it felt good against her body.
A soft purr-like sound escaped from Alex's mouth as she turned slowly so that the spray was hitting her backside. She reached for the bar of soap on the edge of the tub in its pink soap dish. She lathered the soap in her hands before moving it over her wet body. She ran the bar of Ivory soap over the taut skin of her stomach, moving her hand in a circle-like motion. She waited until a nice lather had gathered up before traveling her hand upwards to her breasts. Her pulse picked up as a slight tingle ran down her back as her palm came into contact with the base of her breast.
All logical sense left her for a few moments as pleasure slowly spread from her core to all over. Alex's senses were on alert as her hands continued to explore her body. She dropped the bar of soap soon afterwards. Which was fine, she didn't really need it anyway.
As her fingers continued to caress her breasts, an image filled her mind. It was of a similar scene that had happened that very morning with Wren. However, the image of girlfriend didn't stay for too long and was soon replaced with a slightly taller blonde with bluer eyes. The brunette was never really good at imagining things. She'd rather deal with reality than indulge in some fantasy world. However, conjuring up an image of Piper was rather easy and pleasing as she was finding out.
Just as that image was becoming stronger and the touch of her own hands was becoming someone else's, she was suddenly jolted back to reality as she heard the faint sound of someone knocking on her front door.
"What the fuck?" she swore out loud as her eyes shot towards the open bathroom door. Who the hell would be knocking at this hour!? Alex debated about ignoring it and going back to her little naughty fantasy, but fuck all if her mood was killed now. Turning off the water, she quickly stepped out of the shower and reached for the pale blue terri-cloth bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. She quickly slipped it on, not bothering to dry off as she shoved her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose.
There was then another knock on the door as Alex emerged from the steam of the bathroom and moved grumpily into the hallway.
This better be a fucking emergency or something she thought as irritation washed over her. It was probably either Nicky wanting her to come out and play for a bit or maybe Big Boo? Neither of her friends knew she was back in town, but you never really knew with the two of them. They'd much rather drop by unannounced than call ahead to see if she was actually home or busy before coming all the way down. It was a lot more fun this way, she admitted.
She tied the belt of the robe loosely around her waist, not caring if it was completely closed or not. Her feet left a trail of wet footprints against the hardwood floors as she enclosed the distance between the bathroom and the front door.
"Comin'!" she called out as she was about a foot or so away.
"What the fuck am I doing?!" thought Piper to herself as she stared wide-eyed at the frame of Alex's front door. She was definitely losing her mind. It was fucking eleven at night now and here she was in her godforsaken pyjamas, holding a jar of sugar and knocking on her hot neighbour's door.
Alex was going to think she was fucking crazy. She had half a thought of hightailing back to her own house but froze as a light flicked on and caught her attention. She listened closely as movement on the other end could be heard.
Shit shit shit shit… Her heart began to race in anticipation as she heard the lock on the door turning and the door slowly opened.
Alex immediately opened her mouth to make a sly remark, but her words dried up as she realized who the mysterious night-time knocker was. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the familiar blonde standing in front of her. Piper Bloom was the last person she had been expecting to be at her door at this hour of the night.
"Hi," murmured Piper with a weak smile.
"Hi?" whispered back Alex as she continued to study her neighbour. She didn't know if this was some weird twist in fate or something that the blonde, who she just so happened was nursing a sexual fantasy about just mere moments ago, was now standing here, on her doorstep in the flesh.
As Alex tried to make sense of what Piper was doing here, the blonde did her own study of the situation. Well, she did some studying, but it wasn't to ponder why she was here. Piper eyed the dripping wet, nearly naked brunette. She tried to keep her eyes on her face, but struggled pathetically. How could she focus anywhere when Alex's cleavage was on display like this?! Her eyes lingered there for a second, imagining just how soft those two glorious breasts would feel in her hands...
"Like what you see?" asked Alex smugly as she leaned against the door frame and cocked an eyebrow. She grinned in amusement at Piper's obvious leering of her chest.
"Huh. Oh. No. I mean yes. No. I mean. Shit. I..." Piper's voice trailed off in a nervous ramble. She hadn't meant to stare at Alex's chest, or get caught at the very least. But could you blame her? Alex had a pretty good rack. Correction. Alex had a fucking amazing rack. "I should go," Piper blurted out in sudden acute embarrassment. What the fuck was she doing here? She was just going to go home now and crawl underneath the covers with whatever was left of her dignity. "I'm sorry to have bothered you so late at night." She turned to go but she didn't get far as a strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Piper turned around immediately at this and looked up at Alex.
Their eyes met and didn't wither away. Alex's hold on Piper's wrist was gentle as her hand continued to rest there on the inside of her wrist where her pulse point was. Her touch burned into the skin, making her whole body tingle.
The two women stayed like this for a second, absorbing each other's presence before Alex finally broke the silence. She removed her hand from Piper's wrist, but her eyes did not stray from the blonde's doe eyes.
"Do you want a beer?" Alex mumbled, almost thoughtlessly. She very much wanted Piper to stay for a little while longer. She could sense that her night was just about to get interesting, and she was all for it.
Piper didn't know what to say to this. She had no real purpose in mind when she first crossed the street, and a second ago she had been more than ready to forget that she had come over in the first place. But now, things were looking up, she had to admit. She still felt like a complete idiot, that went without saying. But she had just been invited inside. Piper felt like she'd been granted permission to see the Wizard, invited to sit with the cool kids at lunch, or as though she'd had found the golden ticket and was going to meet Wonka.
"Sure," she replied nonchalantly, trying not to let her happiness show too much. She didn't need to make herself look any more like an idiot than she already had, but she couldn't help but feel eager and pleased to be with Alex.
Alex's lips twitched into a smile before she gestured with a tilt of her head for Piper to follow her inside the house. She wasn't a hundred percent sure what she was doing here at the moment or what her overall intentions were, but she wasn't usually one to have a five-step plan. The brunette had always much rather wing things and live on the cusp.
Piper looked over her shoulder towards her own house. The lights were out in the bedroom window. Larry was still probably fast asleep, she figured. She was probably safe for another few hours she thought. She bit her bottom lip as an uneasy feeling came over her. She knew it was a very bad idea to follow Alex into the house. She didn't exactly know what Alex's intentions were or what hers were for that matter. They wouldn't be in this situation if it hadn't been for Piper and her impulsive thinking. She clenched the canister of sugar against her stomach, hugging it while she debated with herself.
"Okay…" she whispered to herself before turning her attention back onto the open door and tentatively stepping into the house. She wasn't doing anything wrong here, she thought. She was just visiting her neighbour, her friend, who she just might have a mild attraction to. It was innocent, what she felt for Alex. Piper loved her husband. Her feelings for Alex would pass; she knew they would. There was no point in over-thinking something that hadn't actually happened yet or would even happen. So Alex had almost-kissed her that one time on the picnic bench, big whoop. Nothing had happened, then or afterwards. This invite inside wasn't any indication that things would resume between them where it had left off on that night.
Piper closed the door behind her as she followed the sound of Alex's footsteps down the hallway and towards the kitchen. She had been here before but hadn't gone any further than the living room.
"Go outside," suggested Alex as she looked over her shoulder at the blonde who was hovering in the kitchen doorway. "I'll meet you out there." She smiled at Piper before opening the fridge door and pulling out two cans of beer.
"Okay." She heard Piper reply back as she moved towards the back door.
Alex couldn't help but chuckle at how good the night was turning out for her. If anyone had told her that that she would be getting a surprise visit from the blonde late at night like this, Alex would've been home much earlier. Closing the fridge door with her hip, the brunette made her way to the backyard where she spied Piper sitting on the metal lawn chair she had been sitting in herself not too long ago. Piper's hair was down, framing her face. Alex allowed her eyes to roam up and down the blonde's body, taking in the heather-grey tank-top she was wearing, with no bra she noted gleefully, to the plaid pyjama shorts covering a pert ass. Piper seemed to be lost in her own world, not seeming to notice Alex staring at her. The blonde's hands were still clenched around the canister like it was a football.
"Here," spoke up Alex as she enclosed the space between them and held out a can of beer for the blonde to take.
"Oh," whispered Piper in slight surprise. "Thanks." She rested the sugar in her lap as she took the cold can of beer with her right hand. She smiled weakly up at Alex as she met her eye for a second.
"I'll be right back," said Alex as she placed the other can down onto the chair beside Piper's. "I'm just going to go change," she gestured to her robe which was still very much open.
"Kay," murmured Piper in response. She watched as Alex once again walked away from her before opening the can of her beer and drinking steadily from it. She needed something to do with her hands and take off the nerves she was feeling.
"Shit," cursed Alex as the screen door closed loudly behind her.
She just realized that the clothes she had previously been wearing were scattered along the kitchen floor in plain sight. She quickly picked up her t-shirt and bra and made her way back into the hallway. That's just great, she thought. She has a hot blonde over, and her place is a fucking mess. She just hoped that Piper hadn't noticed her bra lying on the floor.
Alex quickly retrieved her jeans from the bathroom floor and shut off the light before making her way into her childhood bedroom. She turned on the light and dumped her clothes onto the bed before taking off the robe which was still adorned around her body.
Tilting her head, she dried her long locks with the material of the robe before throwing it onto the bed too. Alex stood in the middle of the small bedroom for a second, scanning for something to wear. She knew she could put the clothes that were now on the bed back on, but they probably stank of Wren, sweat and smoke. That was not a mixture of smells Piper would possibly find appealing. She knew that she didn't.
Putting on a fresh pair of underwear and bra (matching ones), Alex decided on a white ribbed tank and her beloved jean cut-offs. She knew she probably looked like some white trailer trash, and it wasn't usually an outfit she wore when she was trying to impress someone. But she thought the outfit would be okay, considering that Piper was in her fucking pyjamas. And she really wasn't trying to impress the blonde. Like yeah, she maybe wanted her to like her, but it wasn't like she was trying to get with her. Sure, maybe she had thought about her in a sexual manner more than once over the last week and had been happy to see her at her doorstep. But that was it. She would have been happy to see any of her friends' faces that night. Her inviting Piper in didn't mean anything. If Nicky had shown up, she would have probably invited her inside too for a beer.
Quickly clipping her hair back so that it wouldn't drip onto her tank, Alex headed back out to where Piper was waiting. She didn't give her intentions of having Piper over any more thought. She wasn't usually an overthinker, and she wasn't going to start being one now, she decided.
Piper sat rigidly on the lawn chair, her pulse racing as she waited for Alex's return. She played with the tab of the can as she listened to the crickets in the garden.
"Hey."
The blonde jumped slightly in her seat as the screen door banged closed, and she snapped her head to see Alex grinning at her.
"Hey," whispered Piper back.
A silence fell over them as Alex took a seat in the chair beside Piper's and opened her own can of beer. The quiet between them lasted a few moments longer as they drank and stared off into the distance. Both seemed nervous and unsure of how to progress things from here. They were both struggling trying to figure out exactly what they wanted to happen between them.
"So...do you always travel with sugar?" asked Alex in feigned interest as she glanced over at the blonde and noticed the familiar sugar canister in her lap.
"What?" asked Piper. "Oh. No." She dropped her gaze onto the sugar that she had kind of forgotten about. "I meant to return it to you."
"Is that why you're here now? To return my sugar?" asked Alex, her eyes glistening with amusement in the harsh illumination of the porch light.
Piper was quiet for a moment as she studied Alex's face. She was trying to figure out what to say to her that didn't make her sound like a complete idiot. "I just thought...I know you said to keep it...but I really felt bad...so, yeah...I'm returning it."
"And you just thought that in the middle of the night would be a good time to do that?" Alex knew she was being a smartass, but she couldn't help herself. It was just so easy with the blonde and ridiculously fun to boot.
"I dunno." Piper shrugged as she looked away from the brunette and down at the beer can in her hand. "It was the only thing I could think of to come over here and see you," she added in a whisper. She didn't dare to look over at Alex as she confessed this.
"Well, you can always come over," replied Alex slowly as she turned to face Piper better in her seat. "We are fucking neighbours." And that was just the truth. They shouldn't let one silly, little almost-kiss get in the way of a good friendship between neighbours. Not that Alex had any good relationships with any of her others neighbours here, or even back in the city... The brunette wasn't one to make friends, really. However, she vowed to change all of that tonight with Piper.
Piper looked up at this and guilelessly returned her attention to the brunette. "We are."
"And what kind of neighbour would I be if I didn't let you come over and borrow and return sugar..." Alex adjusted her glasses on her nose, her eyes never leaving the blonde's face. "Not a very good one." A mischievous smile slowly crept across her features.
"No, I guess you wouldn't be," replied Piper, returning the smile. She didn't know where this conversation was headed, but she was enjoying it all the same. She liked the banter that Alex brought out in her.
The air was still around them for a second as the conversation took a turn. Since it had been established already why Piper was here at this odd time at night, there was only one other thing to do now, really.
"So..."
"So..."
"Here we are. Me and you. Piper." Alex spoke slowly before finishing her beer and placing the empty can down on the ground beside her. She could feel those old feelings and thoughts return from that night a week ago... She knew she had been trying to convince herself that Piper was just here as a friend. But as she continued to study her underneath the lighting of the back of the house, Alex's thoughts were starting to shiftm and she knew it. She didn't want Piper just as a friend or neighbour. She wanted her as something else. Very much so.
"That we are," echoed back Piper. Pleasant nerves began to flutter in her stomach. Even thought she hadn't the fortitude to admit it before, deep down, this was why she had come here tonight. To see the end of the almost-kiss out.
"I'm sorry for the way we left things the other night," Alex began to explain.
"I am too."
"I thought about you and that kiss all week…" whispered Alex in a confession. She didn't really want to beat around the bush any longer. She was hot and feeling slightly buzzed, not to mention turned on. However this moment right now came to pass, she just couldn't bring herself to care any longer about Piper being married or what the consequences would be if they really did just say screw it all and fucked.
"I thought about it too," confessed Piper. "But, it wasn't really a kiss."
"No." stated Alex. "No, it wasn't. You're right. It wasn't really a kiss." She slowly moved so that she was seated on the edge of the chair, her knees brushing ever so slightly up against Piper's. "That's sucked of me. I really don't like to leave things unfinished like that. I'm a woman who likes to finish the job…" The brunette took her glasses off as she spoke and moved them to rest on top of her head. She was letting Piper know that she was all business now. She wanted her.
Piper could sense this too as she watched, completely riveted as Alex purposely removed those black framed glasses from her face. Their eyes locked on one another for a second, and the look was intense and smouldering as they both agreed without words that they wanted to go there. It was time to stop playing this game of cat and mouse.
"I would like you to finish the job very much," spoke Piper softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt Alex's breath tickle her skin. A chill ran down her spine as the heat of the brunette touched her neck, their faces just mere inches apart now.
Alex was practically out of her seat as she stretched her back, leaning into Piper. Her darkening green eyes studied the blonde's face, making sure she really wanted this to happen and was not just saying it. Pleased, Alex found that the look that the blonde was giving her back gave it all away.
She wanted it just as badly as she did.
Closing her eyes, Alex finally gave in to the temptation once again. Her lips brushed almost feather-light against the blonde's, enjoying the softness of them before deepening the kiss. She knew she could make this go a much more quickly, but she didn't want to do that. She wanted to draw things out and enjoy what was about to happen. Nonsensically, the age-old question of how many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll centre of a Tootsie Pop popped into her head. One could actually take the time and concentration to count and experience each and every lick. Or just take the delicious whole in one bite. As tempted as she was to bite down and swallow the blonde whole, she knew that she wanted to savour and taste the essence that only existed inside.
Still seated, Piper moved her left hand to the back of Alex's head, pulling the brunette's face down and closer to hers and hungrily kissed her back. Unlike Alex, Piper wanted all of the woman leaning deliciously over her, and she wanted her now.
The blonde ran her tongue over Alex's bottom lip before slipping it into the warm depths of the taller woman's mouth. She couldn't believe how fucking good she tasted at the moment. Usually, tasting beer on someone else's tongue repulsed her, but with Alex right now, it was different. The slight bitterness of the alcohol on her tongue and lips somehow tasted as sweet and pure as honey. It just turned her on even more as she continued to give herself to the kiss. Larry was the last thing on her mind now as pleasure slowly started to wash through her.
Alex artfully slid the length of her tongue against and across Piper's, intertwining them she moved to rest her hands on the blonde's knees. With the way her body and neck were angled at the moment, Alex was half-aware that she'd have a stiff neck the next morning, but the feel and taste of Piper's lips against hers was all worth it.
She didn't want to break away from the kiss now, no matter what.
They kissed heavily for a string of breathless moments before they eventually had to submit to their need for air. They were both out of breath as they caught each other's eyes and smiled sheepishly at one another. They were both feeling the same thing at the moment.
"That was..." stuttered Piper as she freed her hand from Alex's hair and touched her swollen lips.
"Hot," added Alex.
"Nice," whispered the blonde a second later.
Alex smirked at hearing Piper's wording for the kiss. "It was a lot better than fucking nice, kid."
Piper's cheeks flushed slightly in response. She was suddenly overcome with shyness as she looked away from Alex and drank the remainder of her beer. Her heart was pounding as her mind raced with thoughts. The kiss had been everything she'd secretly imagined it'd be and more. But now that they'd both come back to earth, reality stared her in the face. She'd wanted to. Oh, she desperately wanted to. But a bubble of anxiety stubbornly grew inside her. Piper just had never been good at going against the rules. She wasn't supposed to be here, in her neighbour's backyard, locking lips with a near-stranger. She should be back in bed, snuggled up to her husband, like a good little wife.
As Piper's worries began to run in circles, Alex brushed her fingers lightly along her inner thigh.
"I'm fucking married," she blurted out as she lowered the now empty can and deliberately drew her attention onto Alex again. Her eyes searched the brunette's face frantically as a sense of panic slowly began to rise up in her throat.
Alex was quiet for a moment as she cocked an eyebrow at this statement. "So? I have a fucking girlfriend," she responded bluntly.
Piper sat there for a second, trying to let this information to sink in. This was the first time she was hearing of Alex having a girlfriend, but it didn't surprise her. Alex was gorgeous. How could she not have a girlfriend?
"Look," sighed Alex, her face softening. "We don't have to go through with this... It was a good kiss. We can just leave it at that...if you want?"
If she wanted, replayed Piper in her head. What did she want? That was a fucking good question. When she had first come over, she had been unsure, yet curious. And now that she'd found out what she had subconsciously come to discover, that feeling was beginning to resurface again, and there wasn't any doubt as to what it was anymore. She wanted Alex. She really did. But what about Larry? She had never thought of herself as a cheater. But how could she possibly reject this immensely sexy being before her.
Screw it, she thought as she looked into that sea of green. She was tired of playing by the rules for once in her life. Rules were no fun, she thought.
"I.." Her eyes searched Alex's face. "I want..." She sighed, frustrated, and then took a sharp breath. Piper dropped the can suddenly, and it clattered loudly on the pavement as she brought her hand once again to the back of Alex's head and immediately captured Alex's lips in a deep, hard, and passionate kiss. With a sharp nip to Alex's bottom lip, she made her message loud and clear.
"More," Alex nodded as she pulled back from the kiss.
Piper nodded back, "All of it."
Before either of them could chicken out, their lips met again, hands frantically trying to find flesh. Crickets continued to chirp in the background as things grew deeper and deeper between the two women. Piper trailed her hands down the span of Alex's neck and along her broad white shoulders. Her skin was so soft against her finger tips, not at all like Larry's hairy and uneven skin. Her fingers wrapped slightly around the straps of the white ribbed tank that Alex was wearing, pulling her slightly further down towards her.
Alex was practically out of the lawn chair now and bending awkwardly over Piper as they continued to kiss.
They stayed liked this for a moment before Alex was taking Piper by the hand and pulling her to her feet. The canister of sugar dropped suddenly to the floor as the blonde stood up. They looked down at it briefly before resuming where they had left off. Alex pressed Piper against the wall of the house, her hands immediately sliding under the blonde's shirt, finally touching her skin which was just as hot as hers. She pressed her mouth hard against Piper's before blazing a trail from her lips and down her neck.
"Fuck," breathed Piper at this. "You're good at that."
Alex smiled, hearing this. She nipped her neck and sucked gently on a vein, earning a moan from the blonde. Deciding that she liked this noise a lot, she repeated the action, while Piper ran her hands through Alex's wet hair, removing the clip and throwing it carelessly to the side.
As their kisses became more and more wild, Piper's hands teased Alex's hip through the material of her shirt as Alex's thumbs tempted her harden nipples.
With a bit of a groan, Piper tore herself away from Alex's lips, "God, I'm burning up!"
Alex looked at Piper with a lustful glaze at this statement. "So am I."
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Julie