Deep inside of her, Alex is really anxious. Piper told her she'd see her 'later', without telling if they'd leave together, or if she'd just step by her office to say good night. While lazily typing non sense on her laptop, searching for some new good books to read, a knock on the door startles her. She lifts her gaze up, only to be meet by her tedious friend, Nicky. Disappointed, she sighs.
"Okay," Nicky says, quietly stepping in the room and aiming for the couch, "I'm not getting mad just because I know I'm not who you're waiting for."
A bashful smile appears on Alex's face, and then she mumbles a "sorry" to the crazy-haired woman.
"What did she say?" Nicky whispers, trying to be discreet.
"I don't know, yet," Alex says, while taking her glasses off of her face.
"You don't have to worry, girl," Nicky says, as a confident smile spreads on her mouth, "I've seen her face after she left the recording room." She winks and smiles, while leaning back on the couch.
She really doesn't know what to think, what to tell. She's made her move. She's done something she'd never see herself doing. All her cards are on the table, now it's Piper's turn to take a step in her direction.
When her iPhone shakes, she quickly wears her glasses to read it better.
From: Piper
Meet me at the front desk in 10 minutes?
She replies to it, quickly.
"Yes." as to tell her, 'yes, I'm ready for you.'
Without even asking, Nicky knows it's time for her to go, and wishing 'good luck' to her friend, she leaves the room and disappears in a second.
Alex stands up, takes her jacket and her shoulder bag, and goes at the front desk where Piper must be waiting for her.
She can already see her back, as she is leaning with her elbow on the front desk counter. She stops a moment to take in the sight in front of her. She can't waste it anymore. That's it, there's she. So beautifully standing in her almost illegal grey and tight skirt, perfectly adorning her legs till her knees.
'Remember to breathe', Alex tells to herself before starting to walk again in Piper's direction. Usually, she'd say something funny or dirty, like "you should stop waiting for me like this", but she doesn't know if they're already fine, if she can be like that. So she doesn't say anything like that, and just clears her throat. Then, Piper turns to see who's behind her.
Damn. Alex says in her mind, wondering why does Piper have to be this beautiful even after a long day at work. It doesn't really make things easier.
She simply offers a giant smiles at seeing Alex right in front of her.
"Shall we go?" The blonde asks with a relaxed voice.
"Sure." Alex replies with a fake calm voice, trying to hide agitation she's feelin.
They leave the office together and quietly take the elevator, stealing glances at each other. No one speaks, they just smile when they catch the other one looking in their way.
"This is weird," Piper says, breaking the silence.
"It is," Alex says, nodding, then adds, "where do you wanna go?"
"Anywhere we can talk."
"Would it be weird if I say my place?"
"No, it's fine, actually, I'd really love somewhere quiet and intimate."
"Intimate?" Alex says with a provocative raise of her brow.
"Intimate enough to talk about serious stuff," Piper says, trying to hide a smile.
"Oh, okay. That's what you mean with 'intimate'." She smiles, earning a shove on her forearm from Piper.
They both laugh and their gazes lock. If only eyes could speak, if only words were made of looks, this could be a new successful monologue about desire. They stare at each other, subtly telling how much they want it, how much they need it to work, because at the end of the day, they just miss each others.
The elevator's doors swing open, so they leave it and then reach for the building's exit.
"Cab?" Piper asks.
"We don't need it, I've got my car."
The ride to reach Alex's place is quiet. Piper looks around her, enjoying the music in the brunette's car. She tells her she's never seen this car and she didn't know Alex had one. Above small talks, Piper can't help but to stare at Alex while she is focused on the road – not knowing she's looking at her, too – and she finds her different. She feels like now that Alex has tore down her inner walls, and now that she is ready to have a serious discussion about them, she looks different. Like freer, more relaxed. She's been a bundle of nerves in the latest weeks. Not to talk about that maniacal scene she made during the Christmas's Party. She looks much better now. Maybe even more gorgeous than before.
The moment she takes her eyes off of Alex, she sees they're in a underground parking lot. They step out of the car and Alex lead them to the hall, taking Piper's by her hand, where they took the elevator to reach the floor to Alex's flat. Apparently, Alex lives in one of the new buildings made in Chelsea, a part of the city where Piper's never been. She arrived in New York a year ago and didn't exactly have the time to discovery every corner of it, as she is been busy in job haunting and then, after finding it, in working hard for it. As they step out of the elevator, Piper looks around her, and notices how the walls surrounding her are very essential but elegant.
As they close the door behind them, and steps inside Alex's flat, Piper finds herself in the living room and can see a low black furniture with a TV on it and some shelves full of books, CDs and DVDs. Some canvas are hanging on the wall, which is painted in a light shade of green; there's a black l-shaped sofa in the middle of the living room, and in front of it a small table. The room is not too full but it's cozy.
Alex takes her jacket off and place it on the hanger, while her keys are left on the table near the door. The blonde is standing in the middle of the room, quietly exploring the shelves full of books. When she hears Alex shuffling closer to her, she turns her head to see the brunette standing next to her.
"Can I take your jacket?" Alex asks in a low tone, as if someone were home and she is scared to wake them up.
As Piper nods, and starts to take it off, Alex stops her and steps behind her, helping her to get rid of the jacket. She takes her purse and her jacket and goes to hang them, where she left her own stuff before. She then steps back next to Piper and grabs her hand. She leads her into the kitchen and has her sat on one of the stoles around the kitchen's island.
"What can I get you?" Alex asks to the blonde, and opens the fridge to see what she has.
"Do you have something to eat? I'm really hungry."
"I could make you some dinner," the brunette says, turning her head to look at Piper.
"You cook?" Piper asks with a surprised face and a smile, as she can't really imagine Alex cooking.
"Yes," Alex replies with a smirk, "Why are you making that face?" she asks, seeing as Piper is about to say something but stops, and just smiles.
"I'm just surprised," she says, trying to elaborate in her own mind why she'd never see Alex cooking.
"I'm not saying I'm Gordon Ramsey, but no one has ever died after eating my food," she says, fixing her glasses and smiling, as to reassure Piper.
"Okay then, what can you cook for me?"
"Fine," Piper starts to speak after finishing what Alex made for her, "this pasta you made was surprisingly good," she nods, and her face displays approval and satisfaction.
"I know," Alex replies, while using her fork to take the last forkful of spaghetti, "someone very skilled taught me this recipe," she says, and notices how Piper is looking at her fork.
"Do you want it?" Alex asks, offering her fork to Piper who doesn't wait a second longer and accept the offer.
Alex stares at her with a grin, and bits her lower lips. She didn't remember that looking at Piper while she eats was so amusing. Actually, she missed sharing something with Piper. Even the smallest thing, like laughing about the same thing or eating something new. She missed everything about her. So, she remembers why they're here and what she needs to say to make it clear, to highlight what she wants.
"I meant every word I've said on the radio," she says, after clearing her throat, gathering Piper's attention, "And, of course, I was talking about you." She stops, as if to see Piper's reaction, which is a huge grin.
"I'm listening," Piper says, as if to say she enjoys where this is going and she wants Alex to tell everything she feels to say.
"Okay," Alex says, smiling back at her, "you're annoying when you gloat, by the way," she adds shaking her head.
"I know. Now please, keep going," Piper says, placing her elbow on the table and her head on her own hands. She looks like one of those little kids who're watching their favorite episode of whatever cartoon is on right now.
"Do I really have to say everything again?" Alex asks, as to tell her it's already been too hard to say all that stuff once.
"I'd love to hear it one more time, please." Piper's voice comes out as a plea, and Alex can't do nothing but fulfill the woman's request.
"I want to give it a try, because I really like you, Pipes," she reaches her arm and lightly caresses it, "I've never felt something this strong, you know," she says before Piper interlaces their fingers and smiles, "I don't know all the rules, but I'm willing to learn how to love you, because you deserve it, I deserve it." She takes their hands closer to her lips and slowly places a wet kiss on the back of Piper's hand.
The blonde's smile has become incredibly huge, and her eyes are sparkling. The sight itself makes Alex remember – as if she could forget – why Piper is the one she's choosing to love like she's never done before.
"Okay," Piper simply says, "I'll teach you."
"Okay."
They both stand up and Piper takes a step closer to Alex. She lets herself go and just envelops the brunette in a tight hug. As Alex arms sneaks around her back, she feels a shiver just right where she's being touched by the brunette.
Alex leaves a kiss on Piper's temple before facing her, and while still holding each other, she pushes a blonde's lock behind Piper's hear, and asks her if she wants too see a movie, or drink something. They go into the living room and Piper sit on the sofa, while Alex fills the glasses with some scotch – because that's what people drink at this time, Alex says – and then, after sitting right next to Piper, she turns on the TV.
"You can make yourself comfortable, you know," Alex tells Piper, as she is sitting like she's a stranger.
Alex extends her arm behind her, and Piper takes the offer and lays on her, resting her head on the brunette's neck.
"Ugh," Piper says with a disgusting face, after the last sip of scotch, "this was awful!"
Alex laughs at the blonde's face, and takes the glass from the blonde's hand to place it on the small table right in front of the couch. She takes the remote to select something to watch, and Piper groans at everything she chooses.
"Okay, that's not a nice start," Alex says laughing.
"Give me the remote!" Piper commands her, and while scrolling the list, clings on Alex on leaves a tender kiss on the brunette's cheek.
As Piper finds something to watch, Alex doesn't even bother to see what it is. She takes the remoter away from Piper's hand and a smirk announces her intentions. She takes Piper's hand and brings it closer to her own lips, and leaves a slow wet kiss on the blonde's wrist. She does it with closed eyes, inhaling the blonde's scent and flavor on her own lips. She swears she can almost feel the blonde's pulse. She kisses there again, and after hearing the sound coming out from Piper's mouth, the lust she's been holding – in order to express her feelings to Piper – triumphs and so, she just leans over Piper, starting to kiss her everywhere she can.
"What are you," Piper starts to speak, before she's forced to stop by a rough wet kiss on her neck, "doing? There's my fave-" she tries to say, but the look in Alex's eyes makes her shut up and groan.
"I'm the one who's really hungry now," Alex says with a husky tone, that, following the lustful look she's giving Piper, tells the blonde woman that nothing could stop Alex now, and the thought itself makes her all wet for the brunette.
There's nothing holding or dividing them anymore. No fears, no doubts; just desire. Desire to feel the other closer, to get to know every detail of each other. They feel like they can freely and fearlessly enjoy the other. Their lips dance together in a slow and matching path until Alex wants more. She roughly strips Piper off of her blouse and brings her greedy lips everywhere. All Piper can do is sinking in that by now warm sofa, and under that by now voracious woman, as she doesn't waste a second and kisses – or nips – everywhere, everything she can.
There's no inch of Piper's skin left uncovered by Alex. When the blonde hums something and brings Alex's lips on her own, the brunette smirks in the kiss, while her hands travel along the blonde's sides, or grips around her hips, or just brushes here and there, knowing that Piper is already begging her to never leave her, to never stop.
Piper is hers but most importantly, she feels herself being owned by that marvelous smile, that exciting groan the blonde makes when she reaches a certain spot on her hip. She is owned by Piper. She is irremediably Piper's property, and the blonde can't even imagine it.