A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the confusion in the last chapter. I know it's rushed, but I promise it's for a good cause, well, for the most part actually. I hope you continue reading this, 'cos I still got loads and loads of ideas for this story. I hope you review too, those put me on the right track.

My writing style kinda changed a bit. I got inspired by the amazing other writers in this site. Haha. They could be very influential.

Ok, enough with my talking, you may proceed with the reading. Made this extra long for all the readers.

Chapter 13

She looks like Diane...

That was her mind kept on telling her.

She looks exactly like Diane...

And somehow she felt like she didn't need her approval.

Max surprisingly dwelled on the thought as she quickly glanced at the blonde flaring and wailing beside her.

Diane was a mother who didn't care much and never talked about personal matters. Sure, she would meet her necessities, give her what she fairly wanted, but still, she didn't give a fuck for what she does—even the cocaine addiction.

The cocaine addiction.

Curiosity turned escape that eventually became an addiction. That's their secret. Their only connection—in which Max was grateful that Diane kept hidden from Nicky and Alex.

Alex...

Max cringed at the thought of her as her mind took a full turn way back.

Ever since Alex came to her vision, everything she does suddenly had meaning. Everything she chose acquired sense and matter. Like all the pieces suddenly fell in place just perfectly. But for some reason, came along with it was this unknown feeling of dependence and all of a sudden, she felt like she had to always get her permission. Like she needed to always meet her standards and expectations.

But Max didn't mind, but the addiction didn't stop either.

Though she always feels that she was restrained from the freedom she gets from Diane, still she's fine with it. Because unlike Diane, Alex was always there. Always ready to talk to. Always open and accepting of the demons she kept in the deepest part of her core.

It's the connection...

Max hadn't had the explanation before about why Alex had such an effect on her and why a simple glance and a single smile could always make her feel warm inside. Maybe because Alex could make her feel special and accepted—something she had never felt from anyone ever. But if anything, it's always been enigmatic. Always been a mystery that her mind kept on digging. It always has been...

...Until the confession.

That fucking confession that she swears she should never had known about—because it's eating her inside. Killing every part of her hopes and what if's that she held all her life. Her most desirable wish; that if only Alex was her mom...

Turns out, she really was her mother...

And that absolutely changed everything. Suddenly, she wasn't sure what to feel anymore. How she should deal with the overwhelming feeling where she was stuck between bliss and melancholy.

But really, she should be happy, right? She should be grateful that finally her delusional thoughts had certainly come to life.

Oh, how fucked up could it be?

But somehow, she wasn't.

And to be honest, Max was mad. Mad at Alex. She's fucking angry at her for being such an asshole who decided to entrust her to some bitch that she thought was her mother for 17 fucking years. She's angry at her because somehow, she wanted to know everything about her but she always felt like she had to put limitations in some way. And she's angry at Alex because if only she stood up as her mother all along, if she been the one taking care of her, maybe, she didn't end up like this. Maybe, she wasn't this fucked up story. Maybe, she was a better person much more worthy of Alex's approval.

Even maybe she wasn't at that bar, craving for drugs and alcohol like a messed up junkie, just to forget how pathetic and cruel her life had been. And maybe she wasn't curled up in this cab (which she had no idea where was going) shaking in a terrible fear and complete devastation like the kid that she was way back when she's locked up by bullies in a confined space of her old locker. Maybe she wasn't with this waspy uptight hysterical blonde—wailing like that stupid siren from the bar bust, by her side.

Why the fuck did I drag this fucker with me, anyway?

That's what she'd been asking herself. Actually, she had no fucking clue why. Her mind was fogged up, she was shivering from absolute fear that Alex might catch her in the bust, and her body felt like it needed comfort. And just like that, her body reacted mindlessly and her hand jerked forward to grab the blonde's hand and shoved her to the first cab that stopped at the street.

But why the fucking blonde?

She didn't know exactly. She knew that she could've just ran away with Flaca and curled up in her 'warehouse room' until she felt better. She could've just bolted out to god knows where and forget about this whole fucking situation. But why the blonde? Why Piper?

Maybe it's the connection...

Maybe it's the fact that at that particular moment where she's practically running for her life, Max could only think of one person...

Alex...

And for some convenience, Piper was there. All she needed was to look at her and she instantly saw Alex. She wasn't sure why though, but she suddenly felt this urge to be closer to any part of Alex at the moment, even ironically speaking, she was practically running away from her.

Well, it's Alex...

It's because Alex was the only person who could make her feel better at any circumstances. Maybe that's why she suddenly craved to be closer to her.

But why Piper?

How weird that she wasn't quite sure. Maybe because she looked like Diane and she felt this incredible sense of freedom. Maybe because she's a part of Alex that somehow sent this sudden feeling of comfort. Or maybe she just acted on reflex. But for whatever reason, she felt a little at ease seeing the blonde sitting beside her.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHERE ARE TAKING ME, YOU CRAZY FUCKING MORON!"

The forceful punch on her arm gave out the answer.

She just acted out of reflex.

"Aw! That fucking hurt you insane bitch!", Max growled out in pain rubbing her sore arm.

"Stop this cab! Stop this goddamn cab, you bastard!"

"Don't fucking stop!"

Their yelling earned a weird look and irritated growl from the driver looking through the rear view mirror.

"Just fucking drive or I will burn this fucking car down and I don't care if we will all burn with it alive!", Max threatening yelled out at the driver then pointed her finger at Piper. "You! Shut the fuck up!"

"Are you fucking kidding me? If you don't want me talking then let me out of this fucking cab now!"

"No! Stay!", a harsh but cracking voice escaped her lips which surprised Max but mostly Piper. Suddenly, Max didn't feel like herself anymore. She was shaking in fear and utter desolation.

Piper was bewildered for a moment before she spoke. "What's got in to you? Why are you running from that alley at the bar...", she trailed off at the realization. Her eyes widen at the speculation running through her head. Max stiffened feeling Piper's eyes on her. She brought her knees closer to her body in a defensive manner as she waited for the unstated question. Piper leaned back a little, eyebrows crooked in curiosity. "What the hell are you doing in that bar exactly? In Alex's fucking bust! And you're technically should be at school!"

Max was taken back—aren't sure what to answer. She just looked at Piper still in the same position—where she's buried at the side of the cab's back seat with her knees prompted up on the seat and her arms hugging it for her dear life. "The fuck are you doing roaming around the street like you don't have a fucking job?", she retorted with a question trying to divert the conversation. Luckily for her, Piper took her defensive side.

"Unlike you I have control over my schedules!", Piper answered back scrunching up her nose in pure irritation.

"The unfairness of life...", Piper's fury got into her hearing that sarcastic comment. Little by little, Max was getting back to her usual self and getting in her nerves.

"Yeah! Like how fucking unfair knowing you were my wife's daughter!"—Piper ignored the weird look from the driver—"Then I got kicked out of my own goddamn store because apparently I'm bitching about it. And now I regretted that I took the alternative way home—"

Home.

"...to order fucking Chinese to console stupid self because now I feel like shit for being an asshole to my wife!", Piper gasped shortly. "And this fear for her job! And the fucking gunshots! And...And...And for heaven's sake I have to stumble on you! Literally!", she pointed a dangerous finger at Max. "And where am I now? In this fucking cab where I had no idea where the fuck is going! For goddamn sake! I don't know what to feel anymore! You two! Alex and you! I swear to god, one of these days! One of these fucking days I will literally just die out of nowhere for all of this insanely and stupid shit you've been throwing at me... "

Piper just couldn't stop. She goes on and on like a fucking machine gun and Max ignored her. She stayed quiet mentally repeating the word.

Home.

"Where the fuck are we going anyway?", the driver snarled loudly, but seemingly, that didn't stop Piper from talking.

Max finally found herself. She quickly surged forward giving the address of their apartment to the driver.

"Who the hell named their shit 'stretched marks'?", Alex snorted inspecting the package of cocaine they confiscated from the bust.

"Probably lost their minds?", Alex scoffed at that terrible joke Gonzales just cracked.

"You've been left in that smoke fogged room for too long Gonzales...", she gave him a wide-eyed look earning a playful glare from her partner.

Alex scoffed handing the cocaine to another officer who bagged it for evidence. She turned her head to the bar, feeling aggravated as the offenders from the bust were escorted out to the squad cars parked by the pavement. Gonzales looked at her carefully, sensing the anger radiating from her. She felt a pat on her shoulder as Gonzales smiled at her.

"You did good job, Vause...", he complimented her with a real impressed smile.

"Yeah, you don't need to remind me...", she smugly smirked as Gonzales snorted at the unbelievable display of confidence. She could still be herself even with the fucking issues weighing on her.

They both averted their looks at the bar again when a screaming and swearing Arturo was being escorted out. Alex clenched her jaw in pure revulsion when Arturo gave her a disgusted glare as he was being pushed inside the squad car. Suddenly, Alex felt this intense feeling of anger building up inside her.

Nobody's gonna get pass me ever again...

And the feeling of disapproval and looks of judgment from the people in the past crossed her mind. Those looks that told her that she wouldn't be able to do anything right. That no matter how hard she tried, she would always end up to this fucked up asshole they always imagine. Alex mentally scoffed at the thought. Apparently, she proved everyone wrong. Those hypotheses about her didn't come to conclusion.

She's a changed woman.

A changed woman who hit the opposite beyond the bar of everyone's expectations. Who at the moment turning away from the wrong path she took. A proud smile made its way across her face.

Oh, how I fucking love proving everyone wrong...

But suddenly, her mind fucked up with the building confidence she just gained and was replaced by a sudden guilt jolting through her nerves. Piper's tear stained face instantly appeared in her thoughts.

Well that's another story...

"Now is not the time...", Alex mumbled quietly but enough for Gonzales to hear.

"And when's the right moment, Vause?", she arched her eyebrows at him.

"You don't know what I'm talking about so shut the fuck up Gonzales..."

He scoffed at the attitude and almost whined, his weird Spanish accent showing. "Then, get out of your fucking mind woman and focus on the job!", he gestured his hands at the bar dramatically.

Alex snorted at that funny accent. Normally she would make fun of it but now felt like a different scenario and her mind just wouldn't do this time. Lucky for him or else she wouldn't hear the end of it.

Alex looked at the bar again, doing what she was told. She focused on the job. And as if on cue, a comment from Gonzales about the bust popped out from her mind.

"Hey! You mention in the car that your C.I. called for information about a small operation in a bar right? C'mon, it's never too early for another bust...", she said suggestively as Gonzales looked at her amused. She weirdly looked at him when he chuckled. Impressed.

"Yeah, and I let you drive, assuming you'll take me to the right track...unsurprisingly, you did...", he chuckled as Alex looked at him in a sudden unbelievable expression.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah...You shouldn't be surprised at your skills by now.", he chuckled but lowered his eyes on her carefully. "You earned it, Vause...Go take the day off..."

As soon as the argument at the front door died down and she opened the door, Max stormed in heading to the kitchen. She started raiding the fridge and the cupboards looking for what she suspected as alcohol. Though angered and felt a lot disoriented at the uncharacteristic brunette the whole damn time they met accidentally at the bar, Piper unbelievably retained the calm facade and just glared at the brunette when she gave up on searching and forcefully sat her agitated ass on the counter stool. She promptly ducked her head on the counter as she growled frustrated.

"If you're looking for the beer, I drank it all last night...", Piper commented lazily, over exhausted at the moment. Max quickly raised her head and rolled her eyes at her.

Seriously? She had the guts to give me this attitude?

Piper glared at her walking slowly to the stool across the brunette to rest her exhausted self. An amused look crossed her face when Max suddenly stood up grabbing the pot in the coffee machine to make a fresh batch.

"Wow...You will do anything to get high...Even for caffeine...", Piper incredibly pointed out as Max stiffened before she could grab the black coffee on the counter. "Don't you think I know by now?", Piper raised her eyebrows challengingly at her.

Max gulped before letting out a worried chuckle. "Apparently jumping to conclusions again—''

"Oh, bullshit!", Piper cut her off. "What do you think I would think when I saw you running away from that fucking bar? Running away from Alex's bust!", she lost it again. Temper ruled out of her and she had enough of people lying to her face. Max's mouth ran dry. She was thrown off guard. She couldn't think of anything to counter back at the blonde because she was right. She was fucking right.

I made a fucking hole to throw myself into...

Max was in her head again. All the worst scenarios playing in her mind like she was watching a thriller movie. Suddenly, her lips were trembling. Tears' threatening to fall any moment, so she looked away from the blonde's judging one.

"Please...", she don't normally say this word to anyone. Hell, she could count by her fingers how many time she say that word, but this time she did. She did, because she was desperate. "Shut up...", even though the words came out rather sharp, her eyes betrayed her by showing how completely scared she was.

For a moment, Piper complied with her request. For a moment she was silent, letting Max to continue to the task of making coffee. She just eyed her every movement, knowing by the end of it, the brunette would tell the story she'd been curious about. Judging by the sudden change in her demeanor and attitude, any moment she would suddenly break down. In front of her.

Just like Alex...

Her heart incredibly softened at the thought. For some reason, she felt the reasonable one; the person in between. The person who came in rescue to resolve a damaging issue in their hands. And somehow, for the first time in a while, she felt a sudden pang of sympathy.

So she waited. Even how fucking awful the passing minutes were becoming torture to her impatient filled mind, still Piper waited. Today, she had been the fucking shock absorber and she decided to remain being that for now. She decided to creep a narrow opening in her heart to hear the brunette out. To hear the fucked up story of the trembling poor kid in front of her.

Piper looked up at Max's eyes when the brunette placed a cup of coffee in front of her. The smell of cinnamon and hazelnut quickly invaded her senses. Max looked away for a second biting at the bottom of her lips. Piper was about to contest her but the brunette beat her to it.

"Drink up...We both know that shit face of yours would be relieved for a while by it...", Max mumbled before sitting once again on the stool. Piper was about to speak up again on how she knew about the coffee but Max cut her off yet again. "I pay attention to details..."

That made Piper's facial features softened up a bit. For a moment, she saw a different side to the brunette. For a second, her eyes were fooling her.

Just like Alex...

Piper took the cup of coffee from the counter and raised it to her lips, taking a sip. It tasted a little different, but still she could taste the hint of cinnamon and hazelnut. Still she could taste the little extra Alex was putting in every cup of coffee she's always making for her. She could taste a part of Alex pour out to this simple cup of coffee and she didn't even made it. Max did.

She looked at Max. This time, with her understanding expression. Max had her head hung low. Avoiding her examining stare, but looked a little at ease. She looked a little better than she looked at the bar. A little calmer now.

A little smile tugged at Piper's lips.

She's nothing different from Alex...

She's aware how messed up they started out. And how they seemed not stand each other's presence so she never would have thought for a million years that a shitty situation would bring them to this unexpected moment. So she couldn't seem to know how to react to this sudden burst of uncharacteristic attitude from the brunette. At least for her it's uncharacteristic for the little she knew about her.

Then guilt kicked in. Right. She didn't really know her. She hadn't really given Max the time to introduce herself because she jumped to conclusions right after she saw her on the living room fighting over her bags from Alex's gripped.

Piper sighed. Max's words echoed through her brain. She did judge her from the start.

"Maybe now you could explain why you were at that bar?", Piper had the urged to break the silence between them. Max looked up to her and scoffed. "I like you better when you're trembling in fear..."

"I'm not trembling in fear!", Max retorted defensively.

"Say that to your hand holding the spoon to stir your coffee...", Max quickly looked down at her hand and sure it was shaking. She instantly let go of the spoon and dropped her hand to her side.

"That's not even a valid argument!"

"Sure it was!", Piper lightly snorted, smiling a bit after. Max glared at her.

And then they were back to bicker. A different kind of bicker that Piper found a little familiar.

Piper looked at Max thoughtfully before speaking. "You know...This house come up with a rule the moment you stepped in at the front door.", Max looked up to her. "No more secrets...That's the rule..."

Max averted her gaze, looking like she was deliberating something. She released a long sigh and hung her head again, defeated. Piper leaned on the counter, waiting for the brunette to speak up. She opened her ears to her, looking directly at the brunette.

"Speak up kid..."

The next thing Piper knew, she was thrown off guard by the pained, hurtful and saddest words she ever heard from the brunette.

"I don't fucking know what I'm doing...I don't have a fucking clue where to start...Because you don't know...", a pause. "You don't know how fucking hard it is to try to hate someone you have come to love for the most of your life..."

Unexpected is the word to describe Piper's experiences these past few days. Unexpected reactions, predicaments, issues, secrets, encounter. Everything. All scenarios, all plots that even a talented story teller wouldn't come up writing. That no one would have expected normal people would deal with.

And now those fucking words. Those fucking words dragging her to the encounter happened in the past. A little scenario when she herself came up with the same feeling.

"Trust me kid...I know..."

It's been a few years and no news of her coming to town. No news of her even from the few mules she recognized and ended up questioning after she swallowed up her ego. No news. No one knew her where about. No single soul knew where the fuck she had been; and that alone almost made her lose her sanity. That made her inside flipped out and her heart shattered. She was worried. She was fucking worried about the tall dark-haired woman she last saw in Paris. In Paris, where they had their biggest fight ever. Where they ended up parting ways and breaking each other's heart.

Not quite. I'm the asshole who broke her heart...And mine...

Piper released a long and pained sigh, ducking her head on her arms prompted on the bar's counter. Currently, she was sited yet again on a bar stool drowning her mind with alcohol and saving her slowly breaking heart by the short numbness from the shots. She was on her fifth shot but still, she didn't feel any different. She still felt guilty and it's killing her.

Few more shots...

She raised her hand still with her head ducked on the counter to the bartender for another shot. She heard the bartender coming to her, glad that he's actually paying attention.

"I don't think you need anymore, woman...", he hesitantly suggested making Piper raised her head to question him.

No one fucking tells me I had enough!

"Are you fucking kidding me? Give me that shot or I will fucking break your neck!", she growled angrily at the bartender giving him the glare that could burn holes on his head.

The bartender gave her a disapproving look that somewhat reminded her of her fucking mother. Piper cringed in disgust as she shot him an aggressive glare yet again.

"You don't fucking get to tell me I had enough!", she pointed a dangerous finger at him as she verbalized her thought a while ago.

He flinch a little intimidated of the finger suddenly pointed at him as he almost stammered before speaking. "Seriously miss, j-just go home...You're fucking wasted!"

"Oh fuck—", she was about to give him another piece of her mind, but was suddenly startled by someone walking behind her. She immediately regained her composure and about to speak again when suddenly, someone speaking cut her off.

"Trust me man, you would like to give her that shot..."

Piper's ears perked up at the voice, the bartender forgotten. That voice, she would never forget that low husky voice. That voice that instantly withdrew her from her messed up state.

No. Fucking. Way.

A little afraid to turn her head to the expectantly sexy owner of the husky voice, Piper remained unmoving from her spot. Her breath itched up to her throat and suddenly, she wasn't believing that this was all real.

This is so good to be true.

For a moment she believed that her drunk mind was only playing tricks on her, until she came in her sight. The tall and gorgeous dark-haired woman that she'd been looking for, craving for was there, leaning on the bar with that unforgettable teasing smirk playing on her pink plumped lips that she swear she wanted to wiped off her by her mouth the moment her eyes lay on it. She was there, with that same confident demeanour that could instantly send her to a messy state with build up wetness at her aching center. She was there. Alex Vause, was there.

Piper couldn't even believe it. She just couldn't. And she couldn't even speak. Her pent up anger was suddenly dissipated in the air and her breath was sucked out of her lungs.

She wanted her. Right on the spot. Right on that fucking bar. But somehow, she was glued on her seat, couldn't able to move.

"Someone told me you've been looking for me...", Alex cockily raised her eyebrow, looking at her.

God! Those eyebrows! Those fucking eyebrows! Don't make me even start with those fucking eyebrows...

Piper felt a slight nudged on her shoulder and realized she was gawking at the dark-haired woman beside her. Her cheeks instantly reddened and she was suddenly embarrassed that after all these years, Alex still had the same effect on her.

She heard a muffled chuckle making her glare at the woman. "Bet you're feeling the satisfaction of finally seeing me again, aren't you Pipes?"

Pipes...

Hearing her saying that nickname felt a struck at her heart instantly. She remembered.

"Are you even real?", her mouth moved to question without her consent, making her cheeks blushed more, realizing how desperate she sounded like. Alex chuckled once again as she fixated her look at the blonde. Piper gulped immensely, unable to handle the fired up stare from the woman. She tentatively cleared her throat next, earning another low chuckle from Alex.

"Are you being nervous, Pipes? Relax...It's just me..."

No, it's you...It really is you...

Alex continued looking at her. Just staring. Her eyes stating another story behind those absolutely breath taking green orbs of her. And Piper stared back. Not looking away even she wanted to. Alex's eyes kept her grounded. Drawn to her amazingly captivating gaze.

How did she end up from being an infuriated bitch to this mesmerized mess in just a blink of an eye? She didn't even know. But she was certain that she like it. She wanted it. This feeling, she'd been craving for it. For a long, long while.

But her next move was nothing she had planned. She withdrew from Alex's stare and stood up from the stool, grabbing her jacket on the counter. She saw Alex's surprised face as she turned to leave. Promptly, she felt a hand grabbing her arm.

"Hey, where you going?", and she caught it. The underlining longing in her voice. The same longing she had always felt in the past few years. Not long that she felt the aching in her heart. Her mind suddenly shifting back to Paris.

Then she looked at her. Pained and hurt, still Piper looked at her.

"W-What are you even doing here? W-What the fuck are you doing here?"

She saw Alex held her breath for a second, taken back at the question she most certainly knew she would be asked upon arrival. Piper looked at her, waiting for an answer. She looked at her as Alex gently pulled her closer to whisper in her ears. To fucking whisper to her ears the words she didn't expect to come up as an answer upon quickly regaining her undying confidence.

"'Cos, I've been thinking about it...and I think wanted to take you home with me and use those toys I've bought earlier..."

What the actual fuck?

Piper leaned back to throw her the question but was met by a smug smirked from the dark-haired woman. Suddenly, she was speechless.

"What? Are you expecting me say those sappy and pathetic speech you've been dreaming about?", Alex snorted and Piper couldn't believe that she just did.

"Fuck you!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!"

"Dick!"

"That, I don't want..."

"The fuck! Seriously, Alex! What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I don't know, Pipes! Seriously, I don't know...", she was being honest and Piper couldn't imagine how much shit Alex had to suck up just to come up to her. She bit her bottom lip fighting the smile that almost crossed her face. 'Cos that right there made her heart flatter.

She looked up to Alex, and for god's sake she's still with that fucking smirk as she momentarily bit her bottom lip, taking up what Alex just said a while ago about the toys.

There are things that still didn't change...

Like the indescribable feeling in her heart.

"So, Alex Vause, right?", she feign uncertainty as Alex amusedly chuckled.

"Depends, kid..."

Piper fought the smile ready to cross her face.

Not yet...

"Go fuck yourself!", she made it sound like she meant it but her eyes gave her away.

Alex chuckled at that, levelling her eyes on her. "Eh! Wrong description, kid...", Piper snorted playfully. "Alex Vause don't fuck herself...Alex Vause, fuck a certain WASPy blonde to oblivion until she screams out her name and still begging for more..."

Piper's eyes widen at that statement. "God! Still full of yourself, aren't we?", that came out like a whine earning another chuckle from Alex. "If you're missing a part in this conversation, I'll tell you what...we broke up!", she immediately regretted bringing that up when Alex's chuckle instantly died down. Piper bit her bottom lip.

Couldn't wait to fuck up until most probably after this goddamn conversation? God! Piper!

Piper uncontrollably back away a little, searching for the light in Alex's eyes. But it was all dark. Unreadable. She flinched at the sight. Alex lowered her head for a second before raising it back up to look at her again, with a sudden determined fire surrounding it. Piper gasped—the only thing she found reasonably doing at the moment.

"Piper Chapman, right?", Alex's voice had edge on the side. A good kind of edge that Piper found utterly inviting how she said her name. She faintly nodded at the question she realized she was expected to answer. Alex looked at her, directly to her eyes. "You watch me change that...So you better prepare yourself to get over heels for Alex Vause, again..."

Then she was left on the bar. Taken off guard. Eyes not even blinking after that tempting statement. Yes, tempting. Because after tonight, Piper couldn't even imagine how long it would take her to did just that. To fall utterly head over heels for Alex Vause again.

How fucked up it may sounded, but tonight, she was ready. Ready for the enigma that is Alex Vause. Ready for her to turn her life around yet again. Ready to start a new book that they would be writing based on their fucked up experiences together...

Together...

Oh how Piper loves the sound of that...

Her journey to the past was suddenly halted by the sound of the front door and instantly her heart jumped out her chest. The feeling, it could only be caused by one person. One person only.

Smiling promptly, she raised from the stool, oblivious of the instant jolt of fear creeping out of the brunette in front of her. She turned from the counter, preparing to look batshit crazy from how a single trip to memory lane instantly change her indignant mood to a forgiving one. Honestly, at the moment, she didn't care about the questioning look Alex would give her. Or her sudden hit of confusion.

After that bust, the fucking gun shots, the strike of fear and realization, Piper wouldn't wait any longer. She wouldn't resist anymore. She wanted her. She wanted her arms enveloping her. In her comforting arms that would incredibly crash all this built-up emotions.

And she did just that...No hesitation.

Not for long, she was back in Alex's arms again.

"Pipes...", she felt Alex quickly jumped from the touch but she held her tighter. "Hey...Pipes..."

"I'm sorry...Alex...I'm so so sorry...I love you!"

Hearing that settled Alex at the warmth of her wife. She held her tightly close, grinning from ear to ear.

"So, does this means you don't hate me anymore?"

"I never did, honey...I never did..."

The moment could've been longer if not for a phone ringing echoed from the kitchen. Alex jerked at the sound, hearing it wasn't Piper's phone. Piper also startled at the sound, quickly let go of Alex.

"Who the hell was here?"

A/N: Drama again next chapter...hmmm