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Let's go, let's go! Thanks to all who have reviewed and commented so far. I love reading them. Truly. So thanks for taking the time. We are still setting the stage here for the girls to shine and I am happy with their introductions so far. I am trying to upload a chapter every day or two so we aren't waiting. I'm as excited as you are :) Enter: Number forty two…
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Two weeks earlier...
"Shit. That's a pricey one," throwing her eyebrows up in confusion as she drops the expensive underwire into a cardboard box at the back of her walk-in. As if someone could just forget this? "Too bad it's too small for me." The bra tops a heap of hodgepodge forgotten clothing, each item left by a woman leaving this house in a hasty walk of shame.
Alex Vause suffers no shortage of female companionship. She took a sharpie to the side of this box three years ago, shortly after moving in to the place: "Lost and Found". She collects the orphan items as a form of personal amusement. Hell, she's only had to empty it twice. So far.
She turns on her heel and saunters out of the closet to organize her thoughts for what's left of this Sunday. Even though there's not anything officially planned, she will easily fill the hours with regrouping from last night's escapade, taking dinner to Linda, and prep for her week ahead.
After starting the kettle to boil on the stove, she puts out a bowl of food and some of her salmon leftovers from last night for Hugh, the stray tabby by whom she had been unwillingly adopted almost three years ago. Checking her watch, she thinks he should be rolling in from his nightly neighborhood patrols any time now.
Hearing the water whistle, she returns to the kitchen and busies herself with the French press. Grabbing a muffin from the fridge and her steaming mug, she wanders to the veranda to enjoy her breakfast in the midmorning breeze and wait for Hugh.
Stephanie? Melanie? Brittany? For the life of her now, she can't recall the name of the bra-deserter from last night. Shrugging her shoulders, she decides it doesn't really matter. She takes a long inhale over her cup. This coffee, though. This is worth remembering. That first sip garners an audible moan from the brunette. She does know how to make a good cup of coffee.
Worth remembering. When was the list night she had worth remembering? The last woman she'd thought about beyond their contribution to her Lost and Found box? Though her mental rolodex was well beyond stocked with the gamut of sexual partners, it doesn't take her long to flip through it and land on one very near the bottom of the deck.
Every subsequent entry into her spank bank seems dull and well...not worth remembering. It's not like she doesn't enjoy herself with these women. It's not their fault she is this hard to impress. It's just that, she's spent the last twenty two years looking for someone who could hold a candle to the name on that well-worn card she visits in her mind more often than she would ever admit.
There are a few cards that garner a smirk as Alex recalls them. But it's more a situational arousal, she thinks. It's not the women that she recalls as much as the location of the deed, the risk factor involved, or the particular level of kinkiness associated with the encounter.
The card she comes back to time and again isn't about an exotic location or a risky exposure or a kinky night. It's a face. It's a partner. It's a lover. It's Piper. Piper isn't an entry in Alex's deck of sexual conquests - she's a whole deck unto herself.
Alex has years of memories of the times shared with this woman. Not just of sex...of breakfasts in bed and birthday presents and Christmas mornings. Of candle lit dinners and takeout containers. Of top-down road trips singing Meatloaf at the top of their lungs. Of sand and sun and ski trips and Souvlaki. Of two years falling asleep and waking up to the same beautiful face. With Piper, she had memories of an amazing life.
But the sex...she has plenty of memories of the sex. And in all those memories, even the 'worst' easily eclipses the best of any one of Alex's subsequent wild nights. She was in a league of her own.
The brunette sips her coffee, letting her mind vacation to that beach in Bali - one of her favorite mental destinations.
Watching her body will never get old.
Holding her as she tremors and jerks trying to steady herself in the wake of climax is a privilege I live and breathe for.
"I've got you." I assure her gently. Even though there's nothing gentle about the way she has just ridden me on this fucking beach. She is a goddamn animal. And I'm here for every second of it.
She lets me hold her for several minutes. Being in the water like this makes her weightless and we just exist together in the waves as darkness swallows the day. Soon enough, she releases her legs from my waist and seeks their strength to stand on her own.
We share a slow kiss as our chests find each other again. Far too soon, she pulls back and takes my hand. We don't make it more than a few yards when she turns to kiss me again, picking up right where she left off as we stand knee deep in the surf.
She grinds her body into me forcefully, gloriously connecting every surface between us. I deepen our kiss with an unopposed entry of tongue and breath. I rake my hands through her salty blonde mane and tell her she's mine.
"Yours, baby." She purrs.
She lowers her face to my chest and fills her mouth with skin. Finding the stiff peak of my breast, she masterfully works a sensitive nipple with her tongue and teeth while alternating between gentle tugs and her wet palm on its twin. She's brought me right up to coming like this before and she is well on her way again. I can't help the small whines escaping my mouth as she enjoys me.
Her right hand is mercilessly kneading my ass, squeezing roughly at the junction of my thigh and cheek. I feel her nails dig into the crease there causing my moans to increase with their assault.
"Let me hear you, Al."
God, she embodies sex.
"Piper. You feel s….fuck."
She moans into my chest and continues down my body. Her other hand has joined the party on my ass as she settles in on her knees before me, kissing my thighs and revealing to me her intentions for the next few minutes.
"Yours, baby."
She opens me with a slow kiss and her slow tongue sliding curiously through the center of my thighs. The sounds of the ocean around us aren't deafening anymore but they're certainly not quiet either. Even so, I hear her react to my arousal gratefully, stopping her tongue to gather as much as she can from its source.
She teases me with kisses and nibbles on my outer lips until I bring both my hands to her hair. She looks up but the moon is behind me and I'm certain she can't make out my face even though I can see hers clearly.
"Open your mouth, Piper. Fuck me. Fuck me now."
Her eyes roll back in her head and I hear her groan at my demand. There's nowhere she'd rather be. Nothing she'd rather do than bury her face in compliance.
I watch her flawless form below me. She knows me better than I know myself in so many ways. In this way. She responds perfectly to every twitch, every jolt, every tightening of my hands in her hair. She plays me like an instrument just to hear me sing for her.
I know she wants to hear me so I let myself be much louder than usual. This is, after all, a very unique situation. My moaning peaks in time with her attention to my clit. I feel her smile and moan into her kisses each time I respond in this way. The vibration drives me nearly mad.
Moving her right hand from its hold on my ass, she slowly drags her nails from my ankle all the way up the inside of my leg. This elicits a shout from deep within my throat as I try to reconcile the sudden shades of pain with the extreme pleasure of anticipation at where those fingers are headed.
She never ceases to amaze me with the sensations she creates on every part of my being. She wastes no time in filling me with her fingers, tracing the lazy shapes in her mind's eye into the deepest parts of me. Pulsing faintly and then withdrawing to her fingertips only to do it all beautifully again and again and again. My hips move freely in tandem with her hands, unlocked and urging her deeper with each dive.
She toes the line of my endurance as I struggle to prolong what is quickly unfolding as the pinnacle of my sexual experience.
"Piper...I'm so close…"
I feel her left hand move between my legs. It's been faithfully working the mound of my ass since she knelt in the water. Feathering the tender skin behind my entrance, she quickly gathers the velvety slickness there and I gasp in realization.
Holding her drenched middle finger against the center of my ass, she pauses as a request. Hearing no sign of reluctance, she enters me there slowly but without hesitation and I groan a desperate welcome.
I break helplessly in her hands. She continues the rhythm of her fingers with both hands, careful to catch and guide my hips back to her kisses as I shudder over her. She feels my knees buckle and gently withdraws her left hand from behind me in time to ease me down to face her in the shallows. Her right hand stays connected, still locked in between my seizing muscles.
She holds me as I gasp for air and balance, still clinging to her head with both hands.
"Piper. How are you so…Jesus, Piper."
She waits for me to release her fingers and wraps both arms around my waist, holding me up as much as close. She tilts her lips to press against my ear.
"Yours, baby."
A soft purr catches her attention as Hugh rubs against her leg, taking his place curled up next to her on the porch swing. The brunette sets her empty mug down on the railing of the veranda and shivers as the memory fades like the initials they carved in the sand that night. Piper fucking Chapman.
Needing a release for the newly gathered angst she feels, Alex descends to the basement for some work at the heavy bag and weight room she has constructed downstairs. She turns up the classic rock, hoping to drown out the memories and blow off some steam.
She climbs the stairs two hours later on shaky legs, having sufficiently exhausted her body and distracted her mind from that faithful stop in the land of Piper.
A hot shower and a sandwich bring her back to life and she turns her attention to the rest of her day. After a quick dip into the corner market, she returns with the makings of dinner as well as staples for the week ahead.
Having spent the afternoon chopping vegetables and preparing lunches for the coming week, Alex finds herself standing in front of the impressive collection of wine in her pantry. She decides on a vintage cabernet to pair with the baked ziti she has working in the oven.
Pulling the dutch oven from the stove, she carefully wraps it in a towel and sets it in her trusty picnic basket. She tucks the small loaf of garlic bread beside it and the wine under her arm with a glance at the clock. 5:02pm. Right on time.
She slides into a worn pair of leather flip flops and crosses the street quickly. An open door awaits her at the top of the porch stairs so she calls out when she enters, "Dinner's here, woman! Let's get after it while it's still bubbling!"
"Be right out, Alex. Go ahead and get it started."
She walks the familiar path through the entry and into the kitchen. She finds the table already set for two and even the wine key set out between the plates. "She knows me so well," Alex smiles to herself.
Hearing an approach behind her, Alex turns with a warm smile, "Dinner is served, Madam Carlisle."
"Child, you are tempting fate calling me Madam. I may be seasoned, but I ain't old enough for all that. It's a good thing you brought my favorite or I'd have to put you out on account of your smart mouth."
Alex laughs heartily and bends to embrace the elderly woman as she rolls her wheelchair forward. "Linda, you know I love to rattle your cage. How are you feeling?"
Chuckling softly, Linda positions herself at the table and takes her wine glass, swirling it gently. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Now tell me about the wine you chose for us this week, child."
Two hours later, Alex retraces her steps back across the street with an empty dish and a full heart. Her stomach isn't suffering either. Her mom's baked ziti never lasts long and it's one of Linda's most requested meals for their weekly dinner date.
Stopping at the mailbox, she gathers what is likely four days' worth of letters, ads and various envelopes destined for a direct flight to the recycle bin. "Seriously…" she mutters to herself, "don't we do everything that matters online now? Save a tree, for God's sake…"
Alex offloads the picnic basket on the counter as she quickly flips through the stack, dropping each item one by one into the blue bin. Nearing the end, she pauses at a fairly official looking envelope with her full name in the addressee window. "What the hell…"
Sliding a finger under the flap, she laughs in shock and denial as she unfolds the paper and reads the opening line, "You have been selected to report for Jury duty…"
"No. Fucking. Way."
"Good morning, Vause" the sing-song voice of Alex's administrative assistant greets her as she strides purposefully out of the elevator ten minutes before her first meeting of the day.
"Good morning, Lorna! I trust you had a relaxing weekend." She gratefully accepts a cup of coffee from the bubbly brunette and hands her a folded piece of paper in trade. "I need this to go away."
"Let's see here….oooooooohhhhhhhh! Mmmmhmmmmm….well. I'll see what I can do."
"I believe in you, Morello." Alex pumps a fist in the air as she walks toward her office. And she doesn't give the notice another thought.