"No, it's just until the end of this month," Alex says into the phone from where she's currently sitting up in bed against the headboard.

"I know I should have said something sooner, but Piper needed to come back and I-" she pauses, interrupted by the voice on the other end.

"Of course I'll visit, Mom," she chuckles. "Promise."

Listening to her mother continue to talk on the end of the phone, Alex looks to the empty space on her right, wondering what time Piper must have gotten up. "Mom, I'm gonna have to go… I'll be there, don't worry. See you then," hanging up the phone, the brunette lets out a sigh.

She'd woken up 10 minutes ago to the sound of her ringing phone and immediately noticed the empty space to her right. Placing her phone back onto the nightstand, she reads the time, and in seeing that it's just gone 9:30, she forces herself to get up and search for Piper.

They'd arrived back at the blonde's house the morning before; Piper had put in a request for Alex to return to her security team, and although the brunette initially had her doubts about going straight back into working together, the powerful persuasion - or what she assumes was more threatening than anything - of Piper didn't seem to face any backlash. Moving home proved to suit both parties well, and although they haven't spoken about how things are going to work between them, they already seemed to be more positive compared to the way things had previously transpired.

Walking down the stairs in Piper's apartment, Alex listens out for any sign of the blonde; the lack of sound leads her to question whether she's actually in the apartment to begin with. Once she eventually ventures towards the living area, the brunette stops. On top of a yoga mat, Piper is holding a pose with her back to the door and seems to be completely unaware that she now has company. Alex finds it hard to keep her eyes away from the blonde who is only wearing a pair of gym leggings and a sports bra, with a thin layer of sweat just about visible on her back that's arched in the air as she rests on all fours.

Piper seems to be in a focused state; the brunette isn't too sure how to go about her next move. While standing and watching the oblivious blonde, she decides that voicing something will be the best method - God only knows what kind of backlash she would experience if she went over and touched her.

"I didn't realise you were that flexible?" she comments, causing the blonde's body to visibly jump upwards.

"Fuck, Alex! You scared me!" Piper shouts, turning her head back to find the other woman. "How long have you been standing there?" she goes on to ask, having not heard the other woman come down the stairs.

"Not long," the brunette smiles, walking further into the room. "By all means: continue. Don't let me distract you."

"Did you call your Mom?" the blonde asks through a strained voice as she turns her head back around and continues what she was doing before.

"She called me," Alex responds blandly, finding her eyes wandering over the blonde's position.

The conversation doesn't go any further, but the brunette finds herself unable to move or look away. Piper, meanwhile, seems unphased by the interruption, as she moves onto her feet and bends down - the position, Alex knows, is called downward-facing dog, and she tries her best to prevent a laugh from escaping as she's reminded of the first time she had teased the blonde about the pose's questionable name.

The hilarity of the moment passes by quickly, and Alex's focus again shifts to the blonde's body rather than the idea of what she's doing. It isn't long before her patience snaps, and in a calculated manner, the brunette walks over to the blonde and stands behind her, resting her hands on either side of her raised hips.

Letting out a high-pitched scream of shock, Piper swears down into the floor.

"What the fuck, Al?" she questions, sounding out of breath as she attempts to talk with her head down.

"I couldn't help it," the brunette says in a low voice, eyes scanning the blonde's ass.

"Can you at least let me finish?" Piper asks, trying her best to not give into the tempting feel of the hands gripping her waist.

"I can help you start," she counters, moving her hands around to the front of Piper's hips and attempting to pull their bodies closer together.

"Al-" the blonde tries to resist, but eventually aids the process in pushing her hands off the floor and allowing the woman behind her to pull her body upwards so that her back is against her front.

"You're so hot," the brunette voices into the side of Piper's neck, her hands roaming around the blonde's exposed abdomen.

"I'm all sweaty," Piper comments, yet can't help but throw her head back onto the brunette's left shoulder.

"That doesn't matter," Alex smiles, nibbling on the blonde's neck as she manages to untie the drawstrings of Piper's sports leggings and run her right hand into its waistband.

"Fuck," Piper groans out, biting down onto her lower lip at the feel of the brunette's fingers.

"Look up," Alex says, slowing down the movement of her hand.

The blonde, abiding by the taller woman, lifts her head, and is met by the image of herself and Alex in the mirror above her fireplace.

"Watch," the brunette continues, maintaining their eye contact in the mirror. "Or I'll stop."


"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alex asks from where she's standing by the blonde's front door, waiting for her to come down the stairs.

"I want them to meet you," Piper shouts back from her room.

"I've met your friends before," the brunette rolls her eyes, hoping the blonde hurries up.

"They know the working side of you, Al," Piper's voice becomes closer to the point in which her figure comes into view.

She's wearing a light pink buttoned shirt, a black pair of jeans, and a matching pair of Chelsea boots.

"But they don't know this side of you," the blonde continues, sliding her hand along the bannister while descending the steps.

"And what side would that be?" Alex smirks, attempting to subtly eye the blonde's moving body.

"The social side," Piper begins, moving in front of the taller woman and placing her hands on her shoulders. "The funny side. The girlfriend side," she concludes, running her right index finger along the brunette's exposed neck.

"I didn't realise I had a girlfriend side," Alex prompts, raising an eyebrow.

"If that's what you want. I mean, I didn't mean to assume-" Piper suddenly freezes, worried she may have crossed a line.

"It's okay," Alex interrupts, placing her hands on the blonde's hips. "I'd love to be there showing my girlfriend side," she smiles, mirroring the image of Piper's bright teeth before being pulled into a kiss.


I know it's short, but I'm going through some writer's block (ideas are very welcome...!)

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