Imagine your OTP getting ready for sex but at the last second Person A says that they changed their mind and don't want to do it anymore, and instead of Person B getting angry like Person A feared, Person B understands and they agree to do something else instead.
Sex to Alex Vause was as instinctual as breathing – she knew exactly how to make her girls succumb to a mere fingertip grazing over the circumference of their nipples. She thrived off the power that came alongside the shrieks evoked within the females beneath her glorious touch. She loved everything about it – discovering a new girl's mouth as though she was discovering the new revelation in modern science, watching as all her partners surrendered under her authoritative, intimidating glare. Best of all Alex Vause knew just how good she was at sex. Some go to college to discover their talents in writing or mathematics, Alex on the other hand skipped college and headed straight for the international drug cartel business – discovering a few talents of her own along the way. Loneliness was never an emotion the raven haired beauty grew accustomed to; even when on the other side of the world from her beloved playground that was New York City, a selection of potential mules who were drifting through their experimental phase were available at the slide of the unlock feature on her phone.
Piper Chapman was raised by a family of ignorant, uptight, stereotypical WASPs who were always pushing their twisted morals onto their offspring. Growing up, the topics of boyfriends was always something avoided within the Chapman household – both her mother and father adamant that any involvement with anyone will result in nothing but a teen pregnancy and Piper throwing away her future laced with infinite possibilities. Of course, the blonde had tried on multiple occasions to bring perfectly nice gentlemen home accompanied by a pleading tone of how they aren't that bad and she won't end up pregnant. Carol Chapman never took a blind bit of notice however. 'Piper, I will not let you throw away your future over the sake of a stupid boyfriend that won't matter six months down the line.' Was the final line ever uttered by anyone within the family house on the subject matter as a result of Carol finally snapping at the sight of the yuppie Jewish boy Piper decided to bring home. 'Mother this is Larry. He lives up the street from us, just give him a chance,' the blonde so desperately begged moments before her mother cracked. After that Piper had given up; she set her sights high career wise and made a mental note that college would be her opportunity.
Fast forward to the blondes college years and boy did Piper stick to her covert promise; frat parties were always an opportunity to check out guys and girls alike (because in an act of rebellion against her mother, she had in fact realised girls were perhaps of interest to her.) She had many flings, once of which resulted in her regrettably losing her first time to some drunk football player who was too wasted to even recall her name. It was after that somewhat saddening, majorly embarrassing walk of shame back to her dorm did she realise she would in fact get her head focused back within her studies and less involved with people – because at least books couldn't use her in the way that jack ass did.
'A-Al I don't think I can do this,' the blonde whispered nervously. The pair had been seeing each other around for a few weeks now – first around the college campus, but it wasn't until a week ago had their paths finally crossed. From the moment Alex had boldly approached her and had the audacity to mock her resume, Piper knew she was going to be special. That night the pair had ditched Alex's previous company to go back to her grand apartment somewhere in New York, Piper couldn't quite recall where. It was there they consumed nearly ten tequila slammers between them and had been too drunk to do anything but kiss. That night was decidedly something that Piper would keep with her forever – she'd never even imagined the feelings Alex evoked within her that night; she felt free simply lying on the slightly aged couch with her head resting on the older woman's lap as they both spilled some of the drunken garbage littering their mind. The older woman resigned from her position of straddling the blonde to climb over her and sit beside her. 'It's okay, what's on your mind?' Piper cursed herself for allowing the tears to rise – that familiar feeling of embarrassment was quick to wash itself over her. 'Pipes?' Suddenly concerned for the now crying blonde, Alex rose to meet her face before gently cupping her cheeks in her hands and placing a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. She wasn't used to seeing the vulnerable side of the girls she got herself involved with, but Piper was different – Alex had time for Piper, she wanted to make time for her. That was rare. 'It's nothing. God, I feel so stupid for crying, I mean who cries before sex?!' Piper joked as she wiped a stray tear from her face. 'Hey, it happens to the best of us. I remember once I was so fucked out of my mind I cried to the girl I just fucked because I couldn't remember her name, do you know how awkward is it to cry to someone when you can't even remember their name?! Like I said kid, we've all been there.' Just the new, gentle tone Alex had adopted was enough to make Piper shudder – she really was enchanted by her. 'You'll roll your eyes if I tell you, it's so stupid.'
'Kid I wanna know, you can tell me anything. I know we haven't exactly known each other for an age but…I like you. I want to know you – I want to know what makes you laugh, what makes you moan, but right now I want to find out what's making you cry.'
With a shaky breath and a silent prayer that the older woman wouldn't kick her out of her living space at the absurdity of her situation, Piper explained the night she lost what society had branded her innocence – how it had left her feeling dirty and used despite it all being completely consensual. She spoke of the feelings running through her as she realised the guy was too drunk to even recall her name; the way he kissed her and how sloppy it all was. Alex her held the whole time, listening intently whilst running two dexterous fingers through her hair as a subtle way of reminding her she was here. Once she'd finally finished her recollection of that night, Piper anxiously attempted to read the expression painted not so obviously on Alex's face. 'Say something,' the blonde pleaded.
'What a fucking ass hole. I'm so sorry Pipes, I really am. I'm not much of a sucker for social constructs but fuck even I know your first time should be special. I want to find that mother fucker and break his nose for not treating you the way you deserve. I promise we can take everything at your pace – we don't have to do anything you don't want to do and I promise to wait for you. Fuck, you're just different Pipes. It's been not even three weeks and I'm already so intrigued by you – if that's even the right word. I hope you get the gist of what I'm saying here – I promise I'll wait for you.' The two shared a moment of passion; both finding their mouths frantically fighting for dominance, before Alex quickly withdrew herself, much to Piper's disappointment. 'Come on, I don't know about you but I am starving.' With that Alex was out from under the satin comforter, sliding on her robe before throwing Piper one to match. 'Hurry up, I want Thai,' the older woman smirked before snaking off to what the blonde could only assume to be her kitchen. Piper sat smug for a moment, thanking her lucky stars that somehow she'd ended up with the charmer that is Alex Vause. Maybe this conquest would be the one to work out.