Alex placed her hand on the back of the chair and pulled it out, motioning for Piper to take a seat. "What a gentleman." Piper cracked, scooting around her wife to get to her seat. There was always something weird about being out on a date for the two of them. Their life has revolves around litchfield for so long now that getting to be out in the world was a treat. Somehow, it also felt like they were carrying around a secret.
New Yorkers were very open minded for the most part, but people did in fact stare. A married lesbian couple, especially one as hot as piper and alex, did draw quite the attention. Sometimes though, it felt like eyes were on them for different reasons; it felt as though everyone knew they were felons. They carried that weight around like a giant sign over their heads. It was such a large part of their identity: of their relationship, their story. Once they sunk into each other's presence, and tuned out the world around them, it was like they were the only people to exist.
"For gods sakes, pipes, do not order a margarita." Alex said, raising a brow from behind her glasses. She chuckled and shook her head, before directing her glance back to the menu. "Jesus, Al. It's been 14 years, how long are you gonna hang that over my head for?" Piper retorted, rolling her eyes playfully. "Maybe until you stop ordering margaritas when it's 2 degrees out." she began, before shooting her a wink. They took their time deciding on some appetizers before relaxing back into their seats. "Waitress is kind of hot." Alex chuckled, which piper responded by throwing a piece of a breadstick at her.
"Hold my hand." Piper said, reaching out across the table. "So needy." the woman shot, intertwining her fingers with Piper's, "Why?" Piper smoothed her thumb back and forth across her smooth skin and smiled. "because I can. we can. finally." she said. As much as they wanted to leave prison as a thing of the past, they were given little reminders all the time. Reminders of the pain, reminders to be thankful. They had gone four years without touching; sexually, or in general. Even little things, things as simple as holding hands, were a privilege that they never took for granted. Before Piper was released even, they had to sneak off just to touch each other. Guards would scream if they got too close. Holding hands over the dinner table was a luxury for them, and they knew that. "I could do this forever, y'know?" Piper smiled, anxiously playing with her fingers in her lap. "Well, Ms. Vause-Chapman." Alex began, taking a sip of her water, "lucky for you, forever is just want I signed up for."
Alex Vause slid her chair over to the same side of the table as her wife's, and relaxed back into her seat. "Al, what are you doing?" the blonde asked, cocking her head to the side. Alex placed a hand on her wife's thigh, and leaned in to kiss her lips. "You'll see."
This wasn't a private area by any means. Piper had decided that the only thing she wanted for dinner was olive garden. Specifically, the three story olive garden in times square. From the time they'd decided on the subway, Alex had a plan in mind. Her sadistic side was running wild with ideas.
"Not here." Piper shook her head, letting out a small whimper. Alex ignored her comment, and slowly traced her fingers up her wife's jean clad thigh, making her flinch in anticipation. "Al, people are going to know." she whined, placing her hand over top of Alex's. Alex moved Piper's hand away and continued to trace her fingers further up her thigh. She leaned over as if she was reaching for a breadstick. "I hope they do." she whispered into her ear, her voice low and breathy.
Alex unbuttoned Piper's jeans with one hand, all while casually sipping her drink with the other. How she was acting so cool under the circumstances was mind blowing to Piper. The thought of getting caught had Piper's heart racing. Her hand was shaking on the table and she had a lump in her throat. "Babe, what's the matter?" said Alex, ad she slipped her hand in between the denim and Piper's silk panties. Piper swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Nothing's wrong." she shook her head. "D-do you think the food's almost ready?"
Piper's attempts at small talk were humorous. She knew exactly what she was doing to her, and exactly how Piper was feeling. Small talk was the last thing on her mind, and she knew piper sure as hell didn't care about the food. Her wife grabbed her napkin off the table, and placed it over her lap. Obviously it would make people less suspicious that her wife had her hand down her pants. "Move it, Piper." Alex said, although it sounded like an order. She stared at her blankly, but Alex slipped her hand right out of her jeans, and picked up her phone. The blonde's mouth dropped. "Al?" she asked, cocking her head. "Alex?" Alex shrugged and scrolled through pinterest, relaxing into her seat further. "What's up, babe?"
Piper pushed out her bottom lip into a pout. "What was that for?" she groaned, pressing her thighs together. "I told you to move the napkin." Piper immediately placed the napkin on the table and scooted herself closer to her wife. "Come on.." she said softly. She was shy about the whole thing, but Alex had started. "Come on what? use your words, pipes." she teased, placing a hand back on her thigh. "I want you to finish what you started, Alex." Alex lifted her hand, and swatted her wife's thigh. That resulted in a few glances from others, which caused Piper to wiggle in her seat. "Not with that attitude surely." Piper leaned her head on Alex's shoulder, and whimpered. "Alex, please."
Alex turned and pushed a piece of Piper's hair behind her ear. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want." Piper brought her hands up over her face. "I need you to put your hand back, please." Al smirked and took a breath. "Where baby? I want to hear you say it." Piper knew that Alex would leave her hanging if she didn't. "please touch me. continue, please. I need it." Alex slipped her hand back into Piper's jeans, and rubbed circles over the silk fabric covering her clit. "You're so needy for me, baby. You pretty little slut. Needing me to touch you right here, in front of these people." Piper bit her lip and took a deep breath. She wasn't very good at containing herself. If they were to ever get caught, she would be the reason.
The water came over with their food, and set it down in front of them. She even cracked a comment about how cute it was that they were sitting on the same side of the table. "Yeah, it's so cute. My wife can't go very long without me touching her." Piper's face lit up bright red. Once the woman walked away, Alex leaned over and whispered into her ear; "What's the problem? Don't want anyone to know that you cant even make it through dinner in public without me touching you? That you need this?" Piper groaned as Alex picked up the pace, before slipping her fingers underneath the silky pink fabric. "Look how fucking wet you are for me, babe." She said, a little too loudly. Piper moaned quietly, and looked around to make sure nobody was staring. There they were, at an Olive Garden in Times Square, Piper near orgasm at the table. "Can we go to the b-" she paused, clenching her teeth together, "to the bathroom al?" Alex paused and hovered over her clit. "If you're going to cum you're going to do it here, or not at all. Do you understand me?" Piper whined and placed her hand over Alex's. "I said do you understand me. I asked a question and I expect a real answer. I'm perfectly fine with the idea of you not getting to cum tonight." Piper took a deep breath and mumbled a very breathy "yes, I understand." Alex resumed contact and traced circles around her clit, picking up the pace immediately once again. Piper's breathing picked up and she was clutching onto Alex's thigh so hard that she was nearly breaking skin with her nails. Alex took the opportunity to adjust her body, push Piper's knees apart, and slip two fingers into her vagina hard. Piper's entire body tensed up and she nearly bit through her lip trying to be silent. "Listen to me, baby. You are not allowed to cum until I give you my permission. Understand?" She said, her breath on Piper's neck only turning her on further. Alex took a bite of her steak, and curled her fingers up inside of Piper. "What's wrong, babe? You haven't touched your food." Piper shot her a look, but her eyes immediately rolled back into her head. She crossed her ankles and tried hard not to make herself so obvious. There were at least 100 people in the room, and here she was about to orgasm. "Alex, please." Piper said, unable to take the build up any longer. "Please what?" She asked, her eyebrow raised."Please can I cum." She whispered, her eyes wide. "One second." Alex nodded, raising her hand to flag down the waitress. She kept pumping her fingers in and out of Piper hard, while simultaneously keeping her cool. Alex positioned her palm over Piper's clit and began to rub it in circles as well. With how sensitive it was at that point, Piper let out a long whine. She needed to cum right that second, but she wasn't allowed to. Alex smiled as the waitress made her way to their table. "Now, baby." She whispered.
Piper looked at her like she was insane, but she knew that it was the only opportunity she would get. Piper's back arched and her eyes rolled back, she held her hand over her mouth and looked in the opposite direction of their waitress. Alex smirked as she felt Piper's vagina tighten around her fingers, and kept fingering her. A moan escaped Piper's lips and she shut her eyes tight. "Hi, yes. My wife has a question." Alex nodded, smiling at the woman. Piper was having an orgasm in the middle of a restaurant with their waitress standing two feet from her. "I-I'm good." Piper shook her head, nodding towards the waitress. "I'm sure you fucking are." Alex said softly, pleased with her work.