Here's another lengthy chapter! One of the most enjoyable ones I've written so far.
An uneventful week passes by, and by the time it's late Friday afternoon, Piper drives to her girlfriend's house to pick her up and carry out their journey to Connecticut. She drops Alex a text, letting her know she's parked up outside, and within 2 minutes, her counterpart appears, bag in tow, wearing black skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt with black trainers, holding her leather jacket in hand.
"Hey babe," the brunette says, getting into the car and closing the door.
"Hi," the blonde replies, leaning over for a kiss.
"You sure you're okay with driving?"
"Yeah - apparently I don't visit enough, so need to become more familiar with the route," the blonde says sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she mimics her mother.
"And what did she say when you called about me staying?"
"Oh she was fine with it. As long as you're able to keep up small talk about how your mom's a lawyer, you own a successful business, and we met in college but you're over and staying in town with me.
"Pipes- "
"I know it's bullshit, but I want them to get to know you first before we drop the bombshell."
"As long as we do eventually drop the bombshell."
"You're not some dirty little secret to me, Al. We just have to go about this strategically. I know my parents."
"Whatever you say, Pipes," the brunette replies, covering the blonde's hand with her own.
After a nearly 2 hour drive, the two arrive at their destination, as the blonde drives through the private road, through the large gates, along the long, cobbled driveway, and parks the car just outside a lustrous looking mansion.
"Hey," the brunette says, grabbing her girlfriend's wrist as she finishes parking up, rubbing the skin with her thumb, "everything's going to be okay."
"I know," the blonde replies, letting out a sigh, "It's just I don't know how I'm going to hide that you're my girlfriend. I mean - come on, Al, all you need to do is look at me and I lose track of what I was meant to say or what I was doing."
Smiling at her girlfriend's nervousness, the brunette interlaces their fingers, using her free hand to stroke the blonde's hair behind her ear, "We can only try our best, Pipes. What's the worst that can happen?"
"Oh maybe being disowned by my family? Having my parents' rich, upper-class friends leading a gay witch hunt? You deciding I have too much baggage and leaving?"
"That isn't going to happen, Piper. I'm not going anywhere," the brunette replies sincerely before turning towards a more comical note. "Unless all the rich people try and hunt down the gays. Then that's my cue to leave."
Feeling more optimistic than she was a few minutes before, the blonde gets out the car and heads to the boot, where herself and the brunette grab their bags and head to the front door, feeling burdened by the fact that from here onwards, any display of affection needs to be in a private setting.
As they wait at the door, the brunette feels a sudden bout of nervousness wash over her; not only is she meeting her girlfriend's parents for the first time, but she has to hide the fact that she is indeed her girlfriend, which is a task that - she imagines - is easier said than done. The only positive notes are that her role as a business owner isn't exactly a lie, and she will be staying in the same room as the blonde for their two night stay - something she can at least look forward to.
"Piper, darling, it's good to finally see you!" the blonde's mother, Carol, states as she opens the door, dressed in a white blouse, navy blazer and matching skirt.
"Hi, mom," the blonde replies as she hugs her mother before turning to the woman slightly behind her. "This is Alex. She's the close friend from college I was telling you about."
"Hi Mrs Chapman, it's great to finally meet you," the brunette says, outstretching a hand.
"It's wonderful to meet you too, dear," the older woman replies, giving Alex a limp handshake. "I'll have Piper set up a place for you to sleep in her room if that's okay with you?"
"Thank you, Mrs Chapman, that's fine with me," we're not on first name basis then, Carol, the brunette thinks to herself, expecting this welcome.
"Well then, come in, ladies. Oh and Piper, your older brother's making an appearance tomorrow. Make sure you remember to congratulate him on his engagement," Carol says, obviously thrilled that at least one of her children have lived up to her expectations.
"Of course, mom. We'll just take these up to my room."
"Don't be ridiculous, Piper. I'll get someone to do that for you," the older woman replies, scolding her daughter.
"Mom. We can do it. I've survived on my own; carrying a bag isn't going to kill me," Piper replies, already tired of her mother's waspy personality.
And before her mother can get a word in, the blonde leads Alex up the stairs and turns left as they travel to the end of the long corridor where her old childhood bedroom is located. Closing the door upon their entry, the brunette puts her bag down, letting out a chuckle.
"So that's the famous Carol Chapman."
"Now you know why I turned out the way I did."
"What? An independant, yet adorably inquisitive, woman who happens to defy expectations by making soap and dating a woman?
"More like a victim of overwhelming wealth, expectation and status."
Stunned by her girlfriend's response, the brunette responds, "You're a different kind, kid."
Smiling at the look of awe she's receiving from the brunette, the blonde drops her bag on to the double bed that's situated in the middle of room with the headboard against the wall, and walks towards her counterpart, wrapping her arms around her shoulders while resting her face in the nook of her neck.
"Al I'm sorry about her. She can be… well, uptight."
"Pipes, I'm here for you, not for your mom," Alex replies, wrapping her own hands around the blonde's waist. "That's for another occasion."
"Thanks, Alex. It means a lot that you're here," the blonde says, removing her head from the taller woman's neck, looking into her eyes.
"That's what girlfriends are for, aren't they? Apart from sexual favours of course."
"I'm afraid there won't be any of that while we're staying," the blonde states through a chuckle, "I'm sure my mother would have heart palpitations if she knew what happened over the phone, nevermind if we fucked in her house."
"Hmm we'll see about that," Alex says, leaning forward to connect their lips. The blonde runs her hands through Alex's dark hair, letting out a moan as she savours the moment, not knowing when she'll next be able to get her hands on the brunette.
Breaking apart from one another, the pair put their things away, before heading downstairs for dinner, something the blonde's been dreading.
"So Alex, what is it that you do?" asks Bill, Piper's father, who, in comparison to her mother, seems to be making an effort to get to know his daughter's companion.
"I own a gym - I manage the affairs and do some personal training on the side."
"I could do with some of that," says Piper's younger brother, Cal - someone Alex immediately took a liking to, along with his wife, Neri, who, despite her levels of extravagance, is well suited to her husband.
"Maybe if you moved out of the woods and got a real job, Calvin, you wouldn't need to," says Carol, projecting her own opinions into conversation.
"Carol- " Bill warns, not wanting any drama over the course of his birthday.
"So, Alex. Are you married?" Carol goes on to ask.
Looking at the blonde across from her whose eyes are wide, Alex swallows and licks her lips before replying.
"No, Mrs Chapman. I am not married. I've dedicated the last few years of my time to growing my business."
"Your parents must be very proud of you, Alex. I was just telling Piper the other day how she should venture out from just making soap."
Shocked by Piper's mother shaming her profession in front of the entire dinner table, the brunette contemplates her reply, before she says something she'll regret. "Well while I'm sure my mother is proud of my business, she's very supportive of me regardless of my choices, both professional and personal."
Looking back at the blonde beauty opposite her, they share a smile - the underlying meaning in Alex's statement not lost on Piper.
By the time dessert is being prepared, and after a plethora of wine is ingested by Carol during their continual digging match, Alex announces she's going to the restroom, and wanting to get away from her mother's comments, Piper goes with her, stating she'll show her where it is. Leading the way, Piper takes the brunette by the hand when they're out of sight, ascending the stairs.
Closing the door, Piper slams her girlfriend against the door, gripping her waist as she attacks her lips in a sloppy kiss, pushing her tongue into the brunette's mouth.
"Pipes," the brunette muffles between the kiss, trying to gain some control in the situation. "Piper."
"Mmhmm," the blonde stammers, "Just go with it, Alex."
"Pipes I think you should go back downstairs," the brunette says, putting her hands on Piper's shoulders, halting her movements. "Your family will get suspicious."
"Let them."
"Piper, you're not thinking straight. You wanted to stick with the story."
"Last time I checked, I'm pretty gay for you, Al, not straight."
"That's not what I meant, Pipes," the brunette says, creating distance between them and moving to the sink where she washes her hands, before drying them on a towel and facing the blonde, grabbing her hands.
"Piper as much as I want to tell them… we can't, not tonight. Things are tense enough already. The last thing we need is an argument before your dad's big day tomorrow."
"It's just so hard, Al," Piper admits, trying not to get emotional about it. "I want them to really like you for who you are, not seeing you as someone who's corrupted me."
"Well, haven't I?" the brunette asks through a toothy smile, while opening the door, ushering the blonde out.
"In more ways than one," Piper replies as they return back to the dining area.
When everyone finishes their food, Cal and Neri excuse themselves as they head to their room, and not long after, Piper and Alex follow in suit, the blonde stating that she's tired from their lengthy drive.
The pair, having gotten ready for bed, are both lying on the bed - on top of the duvet, basking in the comfortable silence surrounding them.
"I think my dad knows," the blonde says into the ceiling.
"What?"
"About us. I think he knows."
"You're just being paranoid."
"Didn't you notice. He was always shutting down my mother when she brought up the fact that a suitable husband might be at the party; he was more focused on asking you about your life than eating his food, and he seemed off. I don't know… quiet."
"Well if he's suspicious, at least he didn't make a scene," the brunette replies, rolling onto her side and putting her hand on her girlfriend's stomach. "You did great tonight, Pipes. Held your own against your mom."
Putting her hand on top of Alex's, the blonde turns over, smiling at her girlfriend. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Now I can see where you get that temper from."
"I do not have a temper!" the blonde says, propping up on her elbow.
"There she is," Alex laughs, getting up from the bed.
"Where're you going?"
"To bed."
"Al you know you don't have to sleep on that," the blonde states, pointing at the bare mattress on the floor.
"Oh I know," she replies, moving the covers and getting under them, followed by the blonde.
"Night, Al," Piper says, kissing her girlfriend on the lips, before turning over, her back touching Alex's front.
"Night, Pipes," the brunette replies, putting her arm around the blonde's body, letting out a relieved sigh.
It's 3pm the following day, and being that her parents are stressing over the cleanliness of their home - Carol more so than Bill, Piper's been tasked with picking up her grandmother, and while the blonde is excited to see her, Alex, on the other hand, is shitting herself. She knows how important Piper's grandmother is to her, and if she wants to make an impression, this is the one that really counts.
Upon their approach to the front door, Piper smiles, seeing that it's already open, and standing in the door's opening is her grandmother, Celeste Chapman.
"Grandmother!" Piper says happily, hugging her grandmother in a tight embrace.
"Oh Piper, it's great to see you," Celeste replies, hugging her granddaughter back. "And you must be Alex," she directs towards the brunette, smiling, "I've heard a lot about you."
"Hi Ms Chapman, I hope they were all good things," Alex says, outstretching her hand.
"Oh dear, call me Celeste," the older woman says, pulling the brunette into a hug. "Come in, come in! Does anyone want anything?"
"I'm dying for the toilet," the blonde laughs, running up the staircase to the bathroom, leaving Alex and her grandmother alone, who walk together into the kitchen.
"So, Alex. How did you and Piper meet?" Celeste asks as she starts to make three cups of coffee, while the brunette sits at the table.
"We went to college together," Alex says, sticking with their story.
"Oh so you didn't meet because you work opposite each other?"
"How did you-"
"Believe me when I said I've heard a lot about you, Alex," Celeste says, laughing, as she places the drinks on the table, sitting opposite the brunette. "I may not see her often, but I know my granddaughter, and when she rang me crying down the phone a few weeks ago talking about 'Alex', I pieced a few things together." Before concluding, the older woman takes a sip of her drink. "Although I assumed this 'Alex' was a man, I have to say you two look great together."
Alex, on the other hand, can't believe what just happened. Not only did Piper cry down the phone to her grandmother about her, but her grandmother knows that they're more than just friends.
Seeing that Alex is finding it hard to form a sentence, the older woman continues, "I know Piper was raised around more conservative means, but I can tell she really likes you, Alex. She's never brought anyone to meet me that's for sure, so you must mean a lot to her."
"She means a lot to me too," Alex replies, smiling at Piper's grandmother, immediately noticing why her girlfriend goes to her in times of need.
"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me," Celeste replies, winking at the brunette across from her as the blonde walks in, having returned from the bathroom.
"What are you two talking about?" Piper asks, sitting down next to Alex.
"Alex and I were just discussing how bad your cover story is."
"What cover story?" the blonde asks, suddenly wondering where this conversation's going.
"Oh Piper, honey, I may look old, but I wasn't born yesterday. Did you really think I wouldn't know about you two after what you said over the phone a few weeks ago?"
Thinking back to the events of a few weeks prior, the blonde remembers the conversation they shared over the phone. It was before Nicky found her in the gym toilets and took her upstairs into the staff ones; crying her eyes out, she opened up to her grandmother about 'Alex who works across the street', 'Alex who was ignoring her', 'Alex who she really liked', fuck, Piper thinks, knowing her secret was out the bag.
Sighing loudly, running a hand through her hair, the blonde replies, hoping her grandmother won't disapprove, "Yes, grandmother, Alex is my girlfriend. My girlfriend who I really care about, and no matter what you say, you won't change how I feel about her."
Smiling at her granddaughter Celeste replies, "Oh Piper I couldn't care less if Alex is a woman. As long as you're happy that's all I care about. In fact, in my old days, I even kissed a few women at college." Turning to face Alex, she continues, "If any of them had looked like Alex over here, maybe I wouldn't have married your grandfather."
"Grandmother!" Piper shouts.
Alex, meanwhile, lets out a throaty laugh, "If only we went to college together, Celeste, you seem like a right catch."
"Okay you two," the blonde says, standing up from her chair as the other two women laugh at their exchange, "time to go."
Chuckling at her granddaughter's actions, Celeste announces she'll meet the pair in the car as she goes to make sure the windows are shut upstairs.
"Is somebody jealous?" Alex asks through a chuckle, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist from behind, kissing the side of her neck.
"No, of course not. That's my grandmother, Al. She's like 80."
"Hasn't stopped me before," Alex says seriously before bursting out into laughter as her girlfriend removes herself from her grip, facial expressions revealing that she isn't impressed. "Babe I'm kidding. While I'm sure Celeste was a rocket back in her day, I only have eyes for one blonde-haired, blue-eyed Chapman."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah - Carol's waspiness is a real head-turner."
"Shut up," Piper reprimands, leading Alex outside to her car, trying her best not to join in with her girlfriend's contagious laughter.
"So. How long have you been fucking my sister?" Cal asks casually.
"What?" the brunette replies wide-eyed, looking around the area in which they're seated to check if anyone can hear.
"Come on, Alex. Piper never brings friends home unless it's Polly, and considering Polly's over there," Cal says, pointing to the door leading into the house where Piper's hugging a brunette who Alex now knows is Polly, "that means you're going out."
"Shit," Alex mutters.
"Hey, don't worry about it, man. I'm here for it. Well not like that because you are with my sister, but I can see it. And you guys kept eye fucking each other at dinner. Well more like you had an eye fucking marathon. Like you hadn't seen each other in weeks and it was the closest you could get to actually fucking."
"Okay, I get the idea, Cal," Alex says through a laugh. "Yes, Piper and I are together, but she doesn't want you parents to know that, assuming they don't already."
"You know what they say, Alex: never assume - it makes an ass out of you and me," Cal says as he walks off, seeing Piper and Polly approaching.
"Polly this is Alex. Alex this is Polly," the blonde introduces, wary of who can hear the exchange as the two women in front of her share a friendly hug.
"It's great to finally meet you, Alex."
"You too, Polly."
"So now I can put a face to the name I give Piper shit about everytime I catch her staring out her office window across the road."
"Pol I do not-"
"Oh so that's why I can always feel a set of eyes on me when I'm at my computer," Alex jokes, looking at the blonde.
Before she can reply, Piper and Polly are called over by the blonde's mother for a some photos, and before they can protest, Alex announces she'll wait over by the bar, as the pair apologise for the abrupt introduction.
"I can see what you meant by insanely hot," Polly whispers to her best friend.
"Now you know why I stare out the windows."
After being caught up in taking pictures for half an hour, Piper's now stuck in conversation with her older brother, Danny.
"And then we went for a romantic dinner, but I wasn't sure how to do it, so when conversation was quiet I just did it… and she said yes. Piper," Danny prods. "Piper are you even listening to me?"
"Huh? Yeah, I am. You proposed… she said yes."
"What's up with you today?"
"With me? Nothing! What makes you say that?"
"Because whenever I'm talking, your eyes are glued over my shoulder," the man says, turning around to see what his sister's looking at. "Oh I see."
"What?"
"Cal was right, she is hot."
"Dan!" she shouts, "I'm going to fucking kill Cal."
"Hey, Piper don't worry. He didn't say much - only that you brought a hot friend with you, but from seeing that reaction, I'm starting to wonder if she's more than just your friend" he states through a toothy smile.
"Alex. Alex is my girlfriend," the blonde whispers into her brother's ear, her cheeks reddening as she smiles.
"I'm happy for you, Pipes. Does mom and dad know?"
"Ohhh no. They think she's a friend from college."
"Oh Pipes you've always been a shitty liar," Danny says, laughing. "Who's that with your girlfriend over there? She seems eager."
Looking back in Alex's direction, Piper spots Alex at a table sitting with one of her childhood friends, Olivia, who, she agrees, seems rather eager to be the company of her girlfriend.
"That bitch," the blonde whispers as she walks away from her brother and towards her girlfriend, trying to reign in her jealousy.
"I'll have one beer and two margaritas please, Alex asks the bartender from her stool, impressed by the free pop-up bar the Chapmans have hired.
"Oh, make that three," comes a voice from behind the brunette, and as she turns to see who it is, she sees a red-haired woman sit to her left, smiling in greeting."
"Hi, I'm Olivia. I can't say I've seen you around here before..." she prompts, waiting for the brunette to fill in the gap.
"Alex."
"Well, Alex," she says as she flicks her hair, "how do you know the Chapmans?"
"Oh I went to college with Piper. We've stayed in contact over the years."
"She never mentioned having friends as hot as you," the red-haired woman says flirtatiously.
Oh I went to college with Piper. We've stayed in contact over the years."
"She never mentioned having friends as hot as you," the red-haired woman says flirtatiously.
Fuck, Alex thinks referring to previous encounters, why is it always the redheads?
"Well I am in a relationship, so it's probably not on the top of her to-do list," Alex states, turning slightly to try and see if Piper and Polly are making their return as she sips her beer. However, her eyes shoot back to the woman next to her, shocked by her next admission.
"I know what's on the top of my to-do list," Olivia states, looking at Alex as though she's a piece of meat while reaching across to touch her shoulder.
Unaware that a particularly pissed off - and formidably jealous - Piper had witnessed what her friend had just done - despite the fluttering in her chest at the fact that Alex was obviously looking for her, the redhead is shocked when the blonde arrives, placing both her hands on the brunette's shoulders.
"Thanks for the drink, Al," Piper says, placing a dreamy emphasis on her girlfriend's nickname, as she reaches over her body rather provocatively to collect her drink from the table.
Pleased at seeing her girlfriend's eyes glued to her cleavage that's evident from the extra few buttons she undid on her white blouse as she leans over, Piper decides to join in the conversation.
"Olivia, hi. I see you've met Alex."
"Yeah, Piper. I was just about to suggest that she should come out with us one time, you know, to that bar we used to love."
"Oh yeah that would be fun, wouldn't it, Al."
"Sure," the brunette chips in, smiling at her girlfriend's evident jealousy. "Hey Pipes did you know that Olivia over here drinks margaritas too?" Alex asks, trying to bring out the jealousy in her girlfriend.
"Oh yeah?"
"Hmm… and while I remember, we were just talking about to-do lists. What's at the top of yours considering you're a Chapman - I hear they're busy people."
Pissed off and seething with jealousy at the fact that her girlfriend's being flirted with right in front of her, the blonde decides to throw caution to the wind, tired of women throwing themselves at Alex.
"Well after this party finishes you, of course," the blonde says, leaning down to kiss Alex on the cheek before leaning in to whisper in Alex's ear, "I've changed my mind about fucking in my parents' house. It's turning me on just thinking about it."
Pissed off and seething with jealousy at the fact that her girlfriend's being flirted with right in front of her, the blonde decides to throw caution to the wind, tired of women throwing themselves at Alex.
"Well after this party finishes you, of course," the blonde says, leaning down to kiss Alex on the cheek before leaning in to whisper in Alex's ear, "I've changed my mind about fucking in my parents' house. It's turning me on just thinking about it."
Closing her eyes as the blonde bites her earlobe before walking off, the brunette opens them to find Olivia dazed by what just happened.
"I guess that's my cue to leave," Alex says, standing up. "Oh, and by the way, I don't think I'll take you up on the offer of going out with you and Piper one evening. I don't like to share."
Not allowing the redhead to reply, Alex walks away to find Piper, who is sitting at a table, waiting for her father's speech to begin.
"Hey babe," Alex whispers into Piper's ear, placing a hand on her thigh, as she sits next to her at the empty round table.
"Hey," Piper says back, looking down at Alex's hand, putting her own on top, smiling.
"So I noticed you got quite jealous back there."
"No I was just conversing."
"Oh that's what we're calling it now?"
"We are indeed," the blonde replies, knowing her girlfriend caught her out. "You look amazing, Al," the blonde says, referring to Alex's white jumpsuit that contrasts with her flowing black hair and matching stiletto heels.
"Well if I look amazing, then you look beautiful," Alex sincerely adds, looking Piper up and down, who's wearing a long-sleeved white blouse, a black skirt and matching heels, something that shows off her long, toned legs.
Their moment is interrupted by Bill Chapman, who is standing at the front with a microphone, for fuck sake, Piper thinks, and having told everyone to take a seat, he begins his birthday speech. It begins and continues as it always does: joking about his age, telling some inside jokes that his golf friends laugh at, but it isn't until the end that the blonde notices her father straying away from his traditional script, something that makes her sit up in her chair, linking hands with Alex under the table cloth.
"And lastly I'd like to thank everyone for assisting me at my old age, especially my wife, Carol, and children, who even though aren't living with us, mean the world to me. Danny and his wife, Melissa, flew over from their current home in Canada; Cal and his wife, Neri, came from their state-of-the-art sustainable home just out state; and Piper and her girlfriend, Alex, came from their successful businesses in Brooklyn to celebrate my birthday."
Piper doesn't hear much more of the speech because at the mention of Alex being her girlfriend coming out of her father's mouth, her world pauses on its axis. When she turns her head to the left, locking eyes with an equally shocked Alex, she can't help but smile. Alex's grip on her hand tightens, almost as though letting the blonde know everything's going to be okay, and for the first time in a while, the blonde believes it.
"I told you he knew," Piper says to Alex as the party erupts into a series of applause, indicating her father's speech is finished.
"Let's just hope this doesn't turn into a gay witch hunt."
"You can be the John to my Abigail," Piper states.
"Arthur Miller? Nice. Although while I found The Crucible enthralling, doesn't he die in the end?"
"Well… not by rich people for being gay."
"Hmm… I'll take that," Alex jokes, and the blonde, still with their hands connected, stands up, directing the brunette to where her parents are standing, not before catching the surprised eye of Polly, who's currently in conversation with her grandmother.
"Oh there you are you two. Are you having a good time?" Carol asks politely.
"Mom how did you guys-"
"Look, Piper," Bill begins, "while we don't see you as often, that doesn't mean we don't know you. You couldn't take your eyes off each other at dinner last night, and considering you went to college together, wouldn't Alex have been introduced to us at your graduation party?"
"And you left the bedding for the mattress downstairs before you went to bed last night, Piper," Carol adds in, causing Piper to internally curse herself for having not noticed, even when she and Alex spoke about the bare mattress the night before.
"We're not exactly living in the 80s anymore, Piper. And you're an adult - I'm sure you can make sensible decisions for yourself," Bill adds.
"What we're saying is that although it's not what we were expecting, we want you to be happy, Piper. You're our only daughter, and by the looks of it, Alex does just that," Carol concludes in a quiet voice.
"Yeah she does," Piper replies through teary eyes, not believing that her parents are being so accepting.
"Now you two enjoy your evening," Bill states, linking arms with Carol.
"You too, Mr Chapman."
"Please, Alex, call me Bill," Piper's father concludes before walking away with his wife.
"What the fuck just happened?" Alex asks, surprised to say the least.
"I don't know, but let's make the most of it."
"And how do you intend on doing that, Ms Chapman?"
"Oh, I'll find a way, Ms Vause," Piper concludes, putting both hands on either side of Alex's jaw, pulling their lips together, letting out a sigh of relief, as they both smile into the kiss.
After Piper and Alex's relationship being the hot topic of conversation for the rest of the evening, the pair are pleased that most of the guests have finally left, allowing them some alone time.
"This went surprisingly well," the brunette says to the blonde who's currently sitting on her lap in an outside armchair.
"Hmm, and better yet, did you see the look on Olivia's face for the rest of the evening?"
"She was probably editing her to-do list."
"Speaking of to-do lists," the blonde adds running her hand across her girlfriend's breast, resting it on her shoulder.
"Really?"
"Oh you thought I was kidding earlier?" Piper says, getting off Alex's lap, grabbing her hands. "I'm a woman of my word."
Quickly saying goodnight to her parents, Piper all but drags Alex to her room, making sure to lock the door behind her.