11

They lay on their backs in the hot night air, the gentle wrestling of the palm trees heard above, a strong bass from a hotel's beach party pulsing from afar. She felt the blonde turn, pressing her sweaty skin against the length of her body.

Piper hummed the tune of a song that Alex was unfamiliar with, as she traced the pads of her fingers across Alex's nipple; she rocked her hips against the brunette's leg.

Her hips swayed in forceful circles, her bone digging into Alex's hip,"hey Dancing Queen, wanna go check it out before you rub the skin off my leg?." she nudged her head towards the music.

Piper lowered her eyebrows deeply as if thinking hard, while biting her lip and continuing her pattern. The brunette stood up and brushed the sand off her legs. She tugged at the sarong that Piper still lay upon until it broke free, the blonde used her hands to ungracefully push herself up into a standing position.

"You can wear this," Alex handed her the sarong, while she dug her cutoffs out of her backpack. Piper slipped on her tank top pulling the shirt over the edge of the material she tied around her waist.

They walked down the beach til they got closer to the scene. People were sloppily dancing on the patio of the backside of the hotel and spilling out onto the beach. A remix of No Doubt's "Hey Baby" thumped on and Piper wasted no time rubbing her ass against Alex's thighs.

"I can't wear this Pipes, and I need a drink," she looked around at the crowd of tourists, "...or three." Piper raised her hands over her head and danced while looking around; there clearly was no dress code but her girlfriend's shirt had seen better days.

"Hey baby hey baby hey," she sang out while pulling Alex through the crowd toward the hotel.

"I'm gonna get us drinks, get me a shirt?," she asked slipping Piper her shiny metal case that held her bills and the occasional blunt, as she removed her worn t-shirt and shoved it in her bag.

Piper bit her neck and shook her ass as she walked away. She perused the gift shop but the only shirts they had were neon colored tee's with the hotels name or Bali printed on them. She ran her hands over a silky square scarf and slid some rupiah on the counter declining a bag.

She found Alex with her back and elbows resting on the bar double fisting their drinks. Piper held up the paisley square with both hands like a matador.

"The fuck am I supposed to do with that?"

She looped the fabric around the back of the brunette's neck and pulled her away to a corner. Alex set their drinks on the ground.

"Hold your hair up," the blonde said as she tied two corners around Alex's neck like a halter. She slid the straps of the brunette's one piece off her shoulders and pulled it down so it folded over her shorts, and tied the other two corners of the scarf around her waist.

"Voila," she spun her around as Alex let down her beachy mess of hair, causing the blonde to spaz; she clapped excitedly and smiled widely.

"Just pull your bathing suit through your shorts, c'mon I want to dance," she said poking the underside of Alex's unsupported breast.

Alex snaked her bathing suit through her shorts and shoved it into her bag. She slid the bag over one of her shoulders, and was about to reach down and get their drinks when Piper stopped her, "please, allow me." She pressed her ass against Alex's thighs once again and slowly leaned forward to grab their drinks. She circled her hips, pushing back firmly and took her time easing her way up, and turned to meet Alex's eye.

"Is that what kids are doing these days?"

"Only the naughty ones," she said through her perfect white teeth. She rested her arms on Alex's hip bones, careful not to spill the drinks behind her back. She pressed her front against her.

"Was that supposed to turn me on?"

Piper squinted her eyes and pursed her lips pulling her neck back, "didn't it?"

"Maybe, I might need you to do it again, just to be sure." She took her drink from Pipers hand.

"That could probably be arranged."

Alex grasped Pipers hand and slipped it down the front of her shorts, her fingertips met her wetness, she inhaled sharply, "or won't be needed at all."

She removed her hand to grab Alex's free one and raised it over their heads and dragged the brunette onto the dance floor. Alex shoved their bag under a table on the beach, took a long gulp of her drink and stomped out the beat moving her body against the blonde. The air was hot and the space crowded, the beat of the base vibrated under their feet. Piper's hands were everywhere, raised over her head, through her own hair. She dragged her hands over Alex's exposed shoulders, until the brunette felt a clammy palm press against the small of her back and push so that the blonde, who was clearly still flying and mesmerized by the figure of eights Alex's waist was teasing her with, could be felt against her body. Alex smirked at the blonde's aggression, making her feelings explicitly apparent. The song faded and Britney's "Toxic" pulsed through the speakers. Piper brought her hand behind the nape of Alex's neck unable to control her desire, she nuzzled against the skin of brunette's neck, and whispered the lyrics into her ear,

"you're toxic I'm slipping under," she exhaled her hot breath against the brunettes ear, "with a taste of a poison paradise," she grunted,

"I'm addicted to you," she whined breathlessly,

"don't you know that you're," she thrust her hips twice, "tox-ic."

Alex, all too aware of her aroused nipples, held Piper close to her body, letting the blonde grind herself hot and heavily against her throughout the remainder of the song. A dozen songs, two water bottles and a whiskey shot later, they were drenched in sweat. Alex rapidly fanned her flushed cheeks with her hand, desperately trying to get the hot air to move around her face as a slower song came on. She stepped away and audibly sighed relieved that she could take a break as Piper pulled her back with both hands, step-touching from side to side, not showing any intent of stopping, Alex recognized the old 80's hit "High on You." She shook her head as the blonde's hands wrapped around her wrists and passively moved her arms around like she was conducting an orchestra. She was hard enough to get off a dance floor normally, and for a split second Alex regretted giving her the X, but she thought back to the romp they had a few hours earlier on the beach and decided indulging the blonde in another whirl was worth it; she sucked it up and joined in her corny dance.

She convinced Piper to sit for a while and breathe, she unzipped the small pocket of her backpack and pulled out her phone and saw 4 missed calls and a multitude of texts from Fahri demanding to know where she was and that he needed her in the morning. She texted him back saying she was on the opposite site of the island; seconds later her phone buzzed with his name, she flipped it open and walked down the beach toward the water. Piper walked back toward the hoard of people as if she was being lured, she wanted to hear what the DJ was saying. Alex yelled into her phone, frustrated at the insistence that she was required to be present for work the following morning. She was used to being called in on short notice but less than 24 hours was unrealistic and she made it clear she would not tolerate his abuse and threw in a few expletives for good measure. She returned to their table and threw herself into the back of the chair heatedly as Piper came skipping over, "Al, they're having a dance contest, c'mon!" she exclaimed excitedly, completely oblivious to the brunette's mood change.

"We just danced for like two hours Piper."

"No, they're going to show us a routine and then see who does it the best."

Alex raised an eyebrow and made a face as if she smelled something foul. The hope drained from Piper's face.

She saw the disappointment on the blondes face, "what do we get if we win?" Alex asked her unenthusiastically as she slipped her phone back into her backpack.

Piper shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know... I just thought it would be fun."

"I'm really not feeling it Pipes," she reclined back into her chair and crossed one leg over the other.

"Please?," Piper asked and smiled at her sweetly.

Alex peered over her glasses aware of the effect Piper's attempt at wooing her had on her heart, she knew she was a goner the second the blonde curled her lips upward, nevermind the way she leaned both hands on her knees and batted her eyelashes inches from her face.

Alex rolled her eyes while she sucked her teeth, and exhaled, "fine, let's go."

"Eeee," Piper squeeled and pecked her quickly before dragging her back over to the crowd to learn the routine.

They learned the choreography and brushed the dirt off their shoulders, did the sprinkler, dropped it like it was hot and grinded against each other 5 or 6 times smack talking their competitor's with their "damn right it's better than yours, "and "keep moving, off the floor, we would teach you, but we'd have to charge," commentary, as each contestant was eliminated before them; someone finally had mercy and removed the blonde and brunette delinquents from the dance floor.

They collected their bag and walked through the hotel lobby and onto the street. They walked along the main street with bright lights, shops and restaurants most of which were closed and looked around for a cab. They took in the sounds of the remaining nightlife when Alex felt Piper break away from her arm, previously linked, and watched her press her hands against the glass of a tattoo parlor.

"I want one!,"she said, her eyes darting over the designs displayed in the window.

"You're not getting one here. You cant just go to any random place and let them stick needles into your body."

"Why not? It looks clean, there's other people inside."

"You're gonna get yourself Hepatitis, do you even have insurance?" she asked nonchalantly raising her hand for a cab to take them back to their hotel two hours away. They climbed in, "if you still want one when we get home, ill go with you." Piper nodded her head and dropped the subject, convinced by her girlfriend's rationale. She laid her body across the back seat, resting her head in Alex's lap and fell asleep. Alex stayed awake during the two hour drive, only waking the blonde once they'd pulled up to the cul de sac of their hotel lobby. They stumbled through the door exhausted and collapsed fully clothed onto the crisp white sheets.

Alex cracked an eye open and stretched her long legs until they shook, gently rousing the blonde that lay across her body. She took a deep breath, inhaling a sour stench, "ugh, holy shit it reeks in here, what the hell is that?"

Piper raised her head and breathed in making a face, "I think it's us," she laughed out heartily. "We did go swimming and hiking and neglected to shower so..."

"uh and danced for 76 fucking hours like we were auditioning for Soul Train." Piper rolled over and hit the brunette in the face with her pillow. She slumped an arm over her eyes embarrassedly having remembered her dance-a-thon.

Alex rolled over her and moved her arm from over her eyes smiling wickedly. "Thanks for last night," Piper murmured.

"You feel okay? Not hung over or anything?"

"I feel fine, the X was good," she said as she teasingly flicked one of Alex's nipples.

"Yeah it kept you going for a while," she said turning onto her side, propped up on an elbow, "maybe next time you should just lick it," she curled her tongue and teased it between her lips, making Piper's eyes widen and her cheeks uncontrollably blush.

Alex placed an order for room service and joined Piper for a shower. They slipped on robes, lying lazily on the bed until Alex got up to answer the knock at the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she said clutching her robe closed tighter across her chest.

"Covering for your ass," Fahri looked over her shoulder at Piper who sat up alertly when she heard the tone in Alex's voice. He scratched his chin, remembering, "same girl?" Alex closed the door some and moved her hand in circles motioning for him to get on with it. "I told you I needed you this morning, you were supposed to meet me four hours ago."

"And I fucking told you, it wasn't happening."

"You're distracted," he nudged his head toward her bed, "and you're going to get burned," he dug a finger into her forearm as if he was putting out a cigarette, she pulled away hard and fast revolted at the touch. "Kubra's pissed."

Alex cleared her throat, she felt the acid rise as her stomach knotted.

"You can play house on your own time. He wants us to set up in different locations around the gulf of Thailand." He handed her a large envelope; she unwrapped the cord holding the flap closed and withdrew the documents. "You need to phys-i-cal-ly be there," he broke it down condescendingly. "I covered for your ass this morning, get your shit together."

He looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with Piper, she quickly averted her eyes and moved out his sight lines. "Cute," he nodded approvingly at Alex's taste, "but there isn't room for both," he said looking into her eyes, "lose the blonde." He walked away and Alex slammed the door.

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath taking large steps back toward their bed, she flopped onto the crumbled comforter and looked over the papers.

"Who was that?" Piper asked wide eyed, her voice shaking slightly.

"No one," she said annoyed, "pack up, we're going to Thailand."