I won't be updating for the next 10 days, so here's something for you.
Please let me know what you'd like to see in the future as I'm planning for some small time jumps to prevent this from dragging on. Thanks!
Enjoy!
"Oh, God, Alex," Piper breathes out, her right hand wedged into the front of her unbuttoned jeans.
Having abandoned her iPhone from her left hand to grab her breast, the device rests between her left shoulder and neck so that she can still hear Alex on the other end. Initially, the blonde had again brought up her worry about her wife being heard having such a conversation, but after much persuasion that there's no way she'd get caught on her end, Piper's growing desire overpowered her logical thought processes.
Being that she's currently in her old bedroom at her parents' house, the blonde is also trying to be quiet. She knows it's not something she isn't particularly good at - even Cal and Neri could vouch for that line of argument, and in not wanting to herself get caught, Piper tries to reach her climax as quickly as possible.
Phone sex between herself and Alex had been minimal. The latter didn't own a phone to make these forms of contact and was lucky whenever she could borrow one; on Piper's end, her urges were fulfilled by looking back at the images Alex had first sent over a year ago when they first sexted - Alex had to delete the media on her end, but the blonde didn't.
"Slow down there, kid," the brunette's deep voice flows through the line, sensing Piper is way closer to the edge than she is.
"I can't, Al, I'm close," the blonde pants out, almost as though the ability to speak is momentarily lost on her.
"Jesus, Piper," Alex grunts out - a sign that she's doubling her efforts to catch up with her wife.
Shutting her eyes over, Piper begins to feel her body taking over; her back arches, her head is thrown back, and just as she's about to let Alex know she's about to lose it, the sound of a knock followed by the twisting of the bedroom door handle causes her eyes to shoot open.
"Alex, wait," she whispers, not wanting the person coming in to know what she's been doing and not wanting her wife to continue without her.
The blonde feels as though she's already given herself away, however, as when her guest enters the room, they're faced with the image of a flushed Piper breathing heavily with her t-shirt pulled up over her abdomen, and her hand retreating from her unbuttoned jeans.
"Mom!" Piper says in a rushed manner, raising her neck slightly as she feels her face redden.
"Sorry, I didn't realise you'd be busy," the older blonde says, eyeing her daughter suspiciously as she watches Piper rapidly pull down her t-shirt over the front of her jeans.
Piper, meanwhile, feels a flood of conflicting emotions. Yes, her mother just walked in on her masturbating, but even worse, she can still hear everything Alex is doing on her end through the phone still by her ear. The sounds coming out of her wife's mouth are muffled - leading the blonde to wonder if she's biting into a pillow to not be heard, but the questions in her head soon disappear as Alex begins to speak.
"Pipes, I'm gonna cum," the husky voice warns, unaware of what situation she's currently missing out on.
"I was just-" the blonde goes to explain before her mother continues - probably not needing much of an explanation if she were able to hear any of her daughter's vocalisations from down the hall.
"I just need you to quickly sign this for me," Carol says, holding out a card. "It's for your uncle's birthday but your father's seeing him tomorrow and will hand it over."
"Um, okay, I'll be down in a moment," the blonde responds as she sits up on her elbows, suddenly panicked by the idea that her right hand - the hand that she writes with - is currently covered in her arousal.
"Piper - you'll forget. Just do it now here," her mother begins, taking a further step into the room with the card in one hand and a pen in the other.
"No!" the blonde nearly shouts, causing Carol to stop on the spot, not expecting her daughter to raise her voice like that. "It's just that…" she pauses, trying hard to not let her eyes close over and her thighs clench as she ever so slightly can hear the sounds of Alex moaning uncontrollably in her ear - a sign that she's mid-way through her orgasm. "I'm on the phone to Alex," she explains, not knowing whether she's more embarrassed or relieved by the fact that her mother probably now knows for sure what she was doing before she was interrupted and why.
"Oh," the older blonde pauses. "You should have said, Piper! I won't waste your time," she adds, turning around to exit the room. "Tell Alex I said hi," she concludes with what looks like an embarrassed smile and closes the door over.
Letting out a large huff, Piper lets herself fall back onto the bed so that she's now lying stationary. Using her left hand, she holds her phone up against her hear as she listens to Alex trying to calm down her breathing.
"Fuck, I needed that," the brunette says, sounding a lot more relaxed. "Don't think I've ever heard you so quiet when getting yourself off," she jokes, unaware of the reasons behind that.
"That's because I didn't cum," Piper bluntly responds, feeling agitated that her body is full with pent-up emotion yet also feels like an ice-cold bucket of water had been chucked over it.
"What do you mean you didn't cum?" the brunette asks, and Piper immediately feels guilt for her choice in wording; she can imagine Alex falling into a daydream of pity as what she envisions is her first failed attempt at making her wife come.
"My mom walked in while I was in the middle of… you know..."
"Holy shit, Pipes," Alex exclaims, but that doesn't stop her light laughter from buzzing down the line. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. She wanted me to sign something but obviously I couldn't just grab the pen and sign my name with the hand that I had up my vagina a few seconds before."
"Now that's embarrassing," Alex again chuckles.
"Seeing her at breakfast in the morning is going to be fun."
"Just think of it like me walking in or something."
"Ew, Alex. What the fuck?" Piper exclaims. "When did I ever complain when you walked in on me getting off?" she asks, eyebrows rising at the imagery her wife created.
"Okay, sorry, wrong wording. I'll just shut up," the brunette's laughter ends as the phone line momentarily goes silent. "Do you want me to help you…" she begins, probing whether Piper wanted to pick back up where she had left off or leave it for the time being.
"Honestly, I don't think I even want to try," she sighs, closing her eyes over as she tries to find a state of relaxation similar to the one she was previously in. "To make it worse, I still had the phone by my ear so I could hear you coming while I was talking to my mom."
"Fuck," Alex again laughs. "At least now you know to always lock you door."
"It didn't even slip my mind. I'm now so used to living on my own."
"It's not the end of the world. It could have been worse; you could have been moaning and everything when she walked in."
"Can we just stop talking about it?" the blonde asks, wanting to forget the entire ordeal.
"Sure, kid. I'll let you go and get your beauty sleep."
"Cal asked if he can come with me when I visit in two weeks' time," Piper states out of question.
"That'd be great!" Alex agrees, and the blonde can imagine her wife smiling as she talks. "Is that allowed?"
"You'll have to get him added to your list, but we can go through that when I come on Friday."
"I can't wait to see you."
"Same here. Love you, Al."
"Love you too, Pipes."
Piper ends the call and finds herself smiling into the ceiling. Yes, what had just happened was embarrassing, but it was nice to get to talk to Alex knowing no one was listening in. Think of the stories you'll have, she imagines Alex saying, and although this one was somewhat funny, it's one she never wants to think about again.
"Mrs Vause-Chapman," a man who instantly recognises Piper in the prison waiting room walks over in greeting.
"Hi. Is everything okay? Visitation was meant to start 10 minutes ago." the blonde asks, wondering why people are being sent through in different waves.
"We're aware and any lost time will be added on at the end for you," the main straightens his back as he holds his arm out as a request for the blonde to follow. "This way please."
For a moment, Piper freezes; why is the CO leading them in a different direction away from the normal visitation room? As she begins to spiral into an internal panic, she feels Cal's hand land on her back followed by a reassuring rubbing motion.
"Everything's fine, Pipes. I'm here. Just do what he says."
The words from her younger brother immediately calm her nerves - even thinking of a possibility that they've come to lock her back up was a ridiculous thought on her part, yet it's something she can't ever not think whenever she visits Alex in prison.
"There was an altercation in the usual visitation room earlier," the man informs as he begins to walk them through an unfamiliar set of doors. "A fight between two inmates with a past so we're taking you to the room we used to use for visitation."
"Was anyone hurt?" Piper asks, feeling like she needs to know despite being fully aware that Alex wouldn't have been in the room during the day's first spell of visitors; their time slot is now.
"Some punches were thrown and there was some blood," the man says, turning left and opening a new door. "Nothing to worry about though. Everything's being dealt with," he smiles before leading the pair through the threshold. "Sit anywhere; she'll be sent over in a minute."
"Thank you," Piper smiles before looking at the lay-out in front of them. Her heart soars as she sees a number of round, picnic-like tables with attached stools around the room, and in looking at the other few people already with the person they're visiting, the blonde notes that you have the opportunity to actually sit next to the person you're visiting with no form of physical boundary separating you.
Choosing to sit at a round table that is somewhat private with no one sitting near, Piper takes a seat before Cal plonks down next to her.
"Vause-Chapman, hey," he comments, alluding to how the prison guard had previously addressed her.
"Shut up," she smiles, not wanting her brother to take the piss out of her - especially given the fact she used to be so vocal about finding double-barrelled surnames irritating.
"I'm not fucking with you," Cal says, holding his hands up as though surrendering. "I like it."
"Well it's staying that way whether you like it or not," the blonde responds, smiling at her brother.
"How're you feeling? Nervous?" the man asks, sensing his sister is on edge.
"I just really want you to like her. I know our relationship has been fucked up, but that's all in the past now."
"I'm sure I'll love her. She sounds great from some of the stories you've told me so far."
"Yeah, she is pretty great," Piper turns her head to her brother, letting out a genuine smile.
"Holy shit," Cal whispers as he looks over his sister's shoulder. "That's her?"
Turning her head around, Piper's eyes land on Alex whose immediately meet her own. They both share a toothy smile as the brunette begins to walk their way.
"You didn't tell me she was that hot!" Cal says, jaw practically resting on the floor.
"Hot and taken," the blonde winks. "And that's your sister-in-law you fucker," she scalds, despite knowing her brother is joking.
Facing back to the front, Piper stands up and moves from the small stool she was sitting on. Once Alex arrives, she pulls her into a longing hug, burying her face into her neck. Alex soon moves back and places a hand on the blonde's cheek, pulling her into a brief kiss.
"Hey," the brunette says once Piper pulls back.
"Hi," Piper responds, staring into the taller woman's green eyes out of awe, almost forgetting that she isn't there alone. Turning so that she's now side-on between her counterparts, Piper begins to make introductions. "Alex, this is my younger brother, Cal. Cal, this is my wife, Alex," she explains, using her arms to point out who is who.
"It's great to finally meet you, Alex," Cal says in his now standing position as he holds out a hand to shake. "I've heard many things about you."
"Mostly good I hope," the taller woman smiles, reaching forward to shake Cal's hand. "It's nice to finally meet someone from Piper's family."
"Starting with me is a wise choice," Cal raises his eyebrows. "You wait for Mr and Mrs Chapman."
"Believe me when I say I know all about that," Alex smiles, joining in with the smaller man's laughter. "How's life with a child now, Cal?" she goes on to ask, intertwining her right hand with Piper's left as they all sit down.
"A fucking nightmare," the man groans before softening his expression. "Well, of course I love my daughter, but she can be a bit of a handful."
"Must be in the Chapman genes," the brunette comments through a smile.
"Oh, you should have seen this one looking after her. I don't think I've ever seen someone manage to wake up a sleeping baby so successfully by just breathing," he laughs, in which Alex joins in at the imagery.
"I wasn't that bad," Piper tries to defend herself.
"Neri and I would think the baby was sleeping but it turns out the monitor wasn't working because of a certain someone's vibrator."
"What?" Alex laughs, eyes wide.
"It wasn't my fault the frequencies clashed, okay! Drop it, Cal," she pleads, not wanting to give Alex some material to hold over her.
"Could have been worse. You could have walked in on her going at it," Alex begins through a smirk.
"Al-" Piper warns, sensing where her wife was going with this.
"Or someone else could have," the brunette finishes, biting down on her lower lip and switching her vision over to the blushing blonde.
"Wait what?!" Cal asks, sensing there's something he doesn't know.
"You didn't tell him?" Alex asks with wide eyes.
"No. It's embarrassing enough as it is nevermind sharing it around," the blonde whisper-shouts to her wife, but fails to keep her brother out the loop.
"So, is anyone going to tell me or am I going to have to ask around at home?" Cal probes, knowing that's the last thing his sister will want.
"When we stayed at Mom and Dad's for Thanksgiving, Mom may have walked in on me when I was on the phone to Alex having a very particular conversation... " Piper tries to explain, hoping her brother understands what she's trying to say.
"No way!" he laughs, his head tilting backwards. "I thought you said there were no phones around for that kind of thing?" he asks, leaning forward as though conscious of being heard.
"No, I said Alex didn't have a phone for that kind of thing. They're around for sure."
"So how did you…?"
"I can't reveal all my secrets at once, Cal," Alex winks, causing Piper to smile at the fact that she isn't the only Chapman to have fallen for Alex's irresistible charm.
The conversation continues with more comedic tones throughout the time they have together, whereby Alex and Cal revel in their main thing they have in common: Piper. In fact, the group were in for a surprise when a familiar face too enters the visitation room, and no one could prepare themselves for what was about to come out her mouth.
"Fancy seeing you here, Chapman. It's a change seeing you up top and not between Vause's legs. You had more of a snack that you bargained for that time in the pantry," Boo - someone who Piper immediately recognises from her time at Litchfield - comments, winking as she makes her way towards them.
"You're right," the blonde laughs, remembering the time Boo had indeed walked in on herself and Alex during the early stages of an more intimate moment together. "We only do that with a max of one person watching, so that's for another day," she adds humorously, causing a throaty laugh to be returned.
"I knew I always liked you, Chapman. Even though you stole my dildo," Boo responds before eventually continuing to walk past and head to a table at the back of the room to sit with the person already waiting for her.
"Who the fuck was that?" Cal asks, eyes wide and full of confusion.
"Boo," both women respond at the same time before looking at one another while laughing at Cal's reaction.
"She was with us at Litchfield but was sent here after the riot," Alex explains, smiling at the clogs ticking in Piper's brother's head - a trait she's witnessed many times on behalf of her wife.
He nods for a moment before pausing and looking at his sister, over to Alex, and then back over to his sister.
"You two fucked in the pantry as well as the chapel?!" he asks. "Did you spend your entire sentence just fucking around?"
"Something like that," Alex says through a smirk, squeezing her hand still intertwined with Piper's, revelling in the memories that she knows are also flooding through her wife's head at this current moment in time.