If only something along these lines was featured in the show at some point... this chapter has an M rating.
She can't sleep. No matter how tiring she had found the entire process of moving, Piper can't seem to find the rest she's craving. This is the first night she's spending in her new apartment, and although it's smaller than Cal and Neri's house, it's a good size considering the price she paid, as well as the fact that she's the only one living there. The rooms consist of a kitchen, dining space, living room, bathroom and bedroom. It's extremely basic, but regardless of the fact, it was a million times better than being in prison.
She was yet to hear from Alex since her phone call with Nicky. It had given her hope knowing that her wife had taken the time to confide in the woman who played the roll as her best friend during their stint together in Litchfield, and no matter how many times she thinks about it, Piper has to remind herself that Alex is resourceful, and although she may not know anyone in her new prison, it's not exactly the first place you go to to make friends.
The curtains are pulled over, blocking out all traces of light in the bedroom, and despite the sound of the odd vehicle passing by every now and then, the apartment is silent. Silence is almost an overwhelming thing to have for the blonde; she never had a moment's peace in prison given how many other women she was living with, and she most certainly didn't seem to have it living with her younger brother given the development of her niece's vocal cords.
The sound of her mobile vibrating on her nightstand is a welcomed sound, however, and as she leans over from where she's seated against her headboard to look at the screen, she sees an unknown number. The blonde quickly decides to answer regardless, learning from previous experience that every call can count for the person on the other end.
"Hello," she greets, her voice quiet.
"Piper," a husky voice breathes out down the phone line, sounding relieved to be hearing someone actually answer.
"Alex?" Piper asks, her eyebrows raising as she leans her head forward, almost as though that would help her hear better. "How're you calling me?" she asks, immediately worried that her wife will get caught with a phone.
"Some of the old Litchfield girls are here," the brunette begins, "I'm sharing a cell with Jones, you know, the one who used to lead your yoga classes? Yoga Jones. This is her phone, but she let me use it to call you now that the cells are locked for the evening."
"Oh thank God," the blonde verbalises, letting out a sigh of relief. "I was worried you'd be all alone in there," she reveals, running a hand through her blonde hair as she leans back, resting her head back against the headboard.
"You know you don't have to worry about me, Pipes."
"There's a part of me that will always worry, Alex. I can't help it. I'm just glad you have Jones and not them fucking methheads."
"About that-"
"You're in there with them?!" Piper asks, her tone of voice rising.
"They're kinda hard to miss," the brunette says, chuckling. "Except I don't think they're really methheads anymore. I saw them once when it was rec time. Boo and some others are here too," she adds, before pausing. "Anyway, enough about me - I'm the one who called. How was the move?"
"Tiring. I know I don't really have that much stuff, but I drove here and only had my own set of hands to move everything in," Piper says, sounding somewhat irritated just thinking about the fact that she had to move all of her items by herself without so much as a family member offering to help. "I'd do it all over again if it meant I was closer to you though," she reveals, changing to a more sincere tone.
"You're gonna make me blush," Alex says while laughing lightly.
"That'll be a first," Piper returns the sentiment, before again growing curious. "Aren't you going to wake Jones?"
"She sleeps with earplugs in… or at least she put them in knowing I was going to try and call you."
"You do have a habit of whispering quite loudly," Piper says, smiling down the phone.
"I don't think she thought we would be talking per se, Pipes…" Alex reveals, causing the blonde's lower half to clench as a course of desire she hadn't felt since the brunette had sent her a video of herself moaning several months ago runs through her body.
"Oh," is all the blonde manages to voice, not really knowing what her wife's intentions are. "Is that… is that why you called?"
"Not exactly," Alex says honestly, "but now I've heard your voice and I can't lie about the fact that the thought of finally getting to see you in person is really getting me going," she adds through a whisper, again causing Piper's lower half to perform somersaults.
"Okay-" the blonde begins, not sure how to instigate such a thing considering it's been many years since herself and Alex had engaged in phone sex.
"We don't have to if you don't want to, Pipes. I wasn't expecting to feel like this just from hearing your voice," the brunette lets out a breath through her nose, sounding somewhat embarrassed having revealed her current state of arousal.
"I want to," Piper immediately responds, dismissing her wife's insecurities. "I just… I don't want you to get caught."
"If there's one thing I've learnt over the last few days, Pipes, it's that Jones is one hell of a deep sleeper."
"That's not what I meant. Al, I'd never forgive myself if you got caught," the blonde reveals, to which the brunette on the other end immediately understands, knowing what implications she'd face if she were too loud and a CO were to come in and find her with a phone.
"I know," Alex says, causing a bout of silence to fill the line.
"We could… I don't know… send each other some pictures," Piper stutters out slowly, knowing her wife will be aware of the reddening blush that she feels covering her cheeks.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Well, as long as you delete them after considering it's not your phone."
"I'm not dumb enough to leave our messages on here, Pipes," Alex laughs, knowing how uptight the blonde can be about that sort of thing.
"Especially the ones you take," the blonde says seriously, ignoring what her wife had previously said. "Those are for my eyes only."
"Gotcha. I won't let Jones distribute the pictures I'm about to send so that you have something to get yourself off to."
"Alex!" Piper reprimands her wife for her fowardness.
"I'm joking around, kid. I'll make sure to delete them."
"Good. I'm gonna end the call now so we can do this."
"Alright," Alex laughs, knowing that Piper is still secretly in a minor state of panic on her end. "I guess I'll see you in a minute then."
Before she gets the chance to offer a response, Piper ends the call and lets out a heavy breath, feeling her shoulders deflate lower. She'd be lying if she said what they're about to do hasn't turned her on immensely, and although she has some worries in the back of her mind, in realistic terms, she knows nothing is going to happen; she is the louder one out of the two of them anyway.
She isn't sure who's going to start - that's something she should have perhaps clarified, but before she even gets the chance to go to her call list and save the number Alex had called her from so that she can send a message, she'd been beaten to it.
Clicking on the notification, she smiles as she reads what her wife had written.
Alex: Relax, Pipes.
She always knew Alex could read her like a book - something she highly doubts will ever change, and as if by magic, her body soon evolves into a state of relaxation whereby the first image her wife had sent allows her to throw her inhibitions out the window.
It's a shot the brunette has taken from where she's lying down. The picture shows her fully clothed body from her torso down to her legs - an introduction as to what's to come. It doesn't show her face, however, as from the angle of the picture, Piper can just about imagine that the brunette was holding the phone up against her collar bone to get a full shot of her body.
Piper bites down on her lip at the idea of this being the equivalent of the 'what're you wearing?' line that Alex would normally say whenever phone sex was being instigated between them, and in letting her wife know she's gotten the memo, the blonde does the same. She holds her phone up against her face and uses the camera to snap a picture of what she's wearing - a black t-shirt and a pair of white night shorts.
Sending the image, Piper decides to get more comfortable; in one motion, she takes off her t-shirt - leaving her top half completely naked, and shuffles so that she's now lying down with her head against her pillow.
It takes another 30 seconds for her to receive another responce; this time, the image shows that Alex has pushed her white, short sleeved t-shirt up to just below her breasts, revealing her toned stomach.
Piper clenches down her jaw at the fact that her wife is depriving her of the image of what she knows is her favourite part of her body, and decides to get the ball rolling a lot quicker. Taking a similar picture of her own body, the blonde smirks as she knows the image of her topless self will please her wife.
It takes a few minutes longer than before when she finally gets her response, and when she does, Piper finds herself more than pleased. This time, a video is attached, in which the brunette moves her t-shirt up to her collarbones to reveal her breasts which she starts to grab with her free hand.
As she watches, Piper finds her hand subconsciously copying her wife's movements, and before she knows it, her hand has trailed down into her night shorts. She uses this as an opportunity to reply; taking a picture of her hand in her shorts and pressing send. She knows she needs to remove the garment, and does so before throwing the item onto the floor, sighing at the feel of her body being in a state of complete nakedness.
Piper can't help but sigh at the fact that Alex is teasing her even through the phone, as the next series of images consists of her hand on her abdominals, her hand pulling her trousers down to the knee, and her hand sliding into her white underwear.
No longer able to resist, Piper runs her hand through her wet folds before nearly getting lost in the sensation and forgetting to reply all together. She does eventually find the resolve to make a video in response, whereby she pulls her hand back and shows her wet fingers to the camera, the flash revealing how covered they really are.
The messages fly to and fro with increasing levels of dirtiness, and it doesn't take long until Piper finds herself in a state in which she knows she won't be returning from. The image of Alex fucking herself will never fail to turn her on, and in this case, it will always help accentuate her own efforts. In receiving one last video in which the brunette's muffled moans can still be heard in the background, the blonde drops her phone to her side as her head flies back and an onslaught of moans rip from her throat - another perk of living alone. She comes with Alex's name on her lips, and by the time she manages to regulate her breathing and return to her phone, she hopes that her wife had also managed to reach her peak.
Removing her hand from her centre, the blonde goes to wipe her fingers on a tissue before getting a better idea. Moving her fingers to her mouth, she takes one last picture and sends it to her wife, knowing how much Alex loved it when she would do that whenever they had sex.
She sees Alex return confirmation that she did indeed also fall apart simultaneously as an image - not quite as explicit as her own - fills the screen. Her right hand is resting on her abdominal region with her wet fingers leaving behind its own imprint on her stomach.
It's another few minutes until her phone again vibrates, and the sentiment of her wife's message makes her heart skip a beat.
Alex: I love you, kid.
Witnessing Alex profess her love was something she had once wondered whether she'd actually hear again, and although she knows Alex loves her as much as she loves her back, hearing such a thing from her wife is something that will never grow old.
Piper: I love you too. I'll be at visitation on Friday.
Alex: Can't wait. Sleep well, Pipes.
Placing her phone back onto her nightstand, Piper finds herself again noting the silence of her apartment. In her fully naked state her fatigue begins to make itself known, and although she wishes she could stay up just that bit longer to think back through what she had just done, the blonde gives in and takes those thoughts into her dreams.
"Hey, Carl, remember I won't be in tomorrow," the blonde says from where she's standing by the front door, about to go home after a full day of work.
"Ah yes," the older man says, looking up from where he's writing something down behind the counter. "Good luck with your…" he begins, turning to look up at the staff rota on the wall to see why the blonde has taken the day off.
"I'm going to see my wife," Piper says, filling the silence and answering the question that was bound to come from the fact that she gave no real detail on the staff timetable as to why she needed the day off.
"I can never get away from mine," he laughs before looking back over at the blonde. "Good luck with visiting your wife then," he smiles genuinely before delivering a wave as the blonde returns the gesture and leaves the store.
Piper was pleased that her boss hadn't asked any further questions about why she was visiting the person she had married - as well as the fact that that person is a woman, but over the last week she grew to learn that Carl was an understanding man that didn't tend to pry into other people's personal lives - something she of all people greatly appreciated.
Getting into her car, Piper takes the time to check her phone for the first time since her break several hours ago, and in seeing two missed calls and a voicemail from her mother, she sighs - not too sure how she feels about being in contact with her family quite so soon given how things had ended when they last saw one another. The blonde slides her fingers to the left of the screen to remove the notifications, and her eyes fall on an image that does nothing but elicit a smile.
It's an image of herself and Alex that she had found on an old laptop and transferred over to her phone. The pair are lying on the bed in Alex's New York apartment, whereby the blonde is closest to the camera lying on her side with a smile, while Alex is behind her letting out a last minute half-laughing smile as she is late to realise her picture is being taken. The image makes Piper's heart flutter, and although it's something she'll never grow tired of looking at, the thought of finally getting to go and visit Alex in the flesh the following day proves to provide an overriding sense of elation.