Tap. Is this thing on? Back with more time for this venture. Enjoy and pardon the wait.
My love life could be the soundtrack for an HG Wells novel. The Invisible Woman. To this point it has been pretty much uncommitted, uncommunicated, and unparalleled to anything that you would expect to find in a fairy tale hallmark romance. No high school sweethearts, no romantic gestures-shout your love from the top of a cliff kind of love. I've been completely satisfied with no strings attached and leaving in the morning, before the hint of alcohol wears off. That's me. That's Alex Vause. What you see is what you get, and its worked for me so far.
Which is why it was so easy for me to use my sexuality to seduce Piper into saying what I wanted on her front steps. Cruel, but true.
But her whimpers, her sighs, the way her hands are clutching to me as if I would dissipate into a cloud of smoke at the first opportunity. However this is not unlike me. Call me Houdini when things get past learning your first name. Giving a girl my shirt. Nope, not Alex Vause. Romantic caresses on the edge of the cove, where I've taken NO ONE. Certainly not Alex Houdini. All of these things point to ... to... well I don't know what it's called or what to think. Dammit where is Nicky. She could explain to me this feeling that I have that is now rising into my chest and carrying a pulse as robust as the bass at the super bowl half time show. I'm going under. Under, and I may not make it back to the surface for a breath of air. Especially when this person in front me is holding my heart captive, against my better judgement.
"No. Stay." And before I knew it, Piper was opening the door to her apartment and pulling me in behind her. In one swift motion my heart was betraying my head as I greeted her aggression with equal desire. I have never kissed a pair of lips... no... tasted the soul of another human being like I am right now. This is a new language. Suddenly I feel like I'm back in Señorita Velma's high school Spanish. I fucked her too; but without the 'thumping' of my heart powering my free will.
In a sudden urge of ecstasy I pushed Piper against the wall of her living room, right next to the front door, and ran my right hand up the side of her body. As I thrusted my toungue further into her mouth I traced up her over her abs, up the rungs if her ribcage, and to the underside of her breasts; which were hardly contained by the thin layer of her dress. My left hand caressed the hair at the base of her neck as her muscles were quivering under my touch.
Our kisses were getting more frantic and when I palmed her right breast, Piper dropped her head back against the wall revealing her luscious neck. Like a bloodthirsty love vampire I took it as an invitation to spread my kisses down the column around her pulse point. Hello Alex Vause, where were you. Piper's fingertips were digging into the skin of my shoulder blades, which was fueling further my intention to ravish her to the core - her core. In unison, I squeezed her right nipple with my fore finger and thumb and I bit down roughly with my teeth around her jugular as I pushed her harder into the unforgiving surface of the wall. Bingo.
The sexiest, mist organic sigh I've ever heard parted through the sexiest lips I've ever felt, and emanated above the sounds of my caresses. "Mhm, A..Alex..."
And then-she pushed me off.
Maybe I misread the cues. Maybe her conscience came back in the interest of her committed realtionship.
Standing at arms length with her palms on my shoulders, I stared into those deep iris pools half expecting a request to leave.
I could bounce. I wasn't there for complicated. Alex Houdini last call at gate 3B. There was my head, reasoning with heart and body; telling me to leave before I got attached and leave before this got complex.
"Piper, look. It's okay. I can let myself out." I was expecting a nod, an 'okay', an 'it's complicated." But I was wrong, so incredibly and welcomingly incorrect.
Piper answered me by lunging forward, attacking my lips with hers, and pushing me further backwards into the living room. She was almost animalistic, and kept pushing until my backs of my knees hit the couch and collapsed down onto the soft surface, contrasting Piper's nibbles and bites onto my lips.
As I fell closer to the precipice of no return, Piper was in the seat beside me and falling quickly. She landled directly onto my lap. We both looked down at the compromising position of our bodies, particularly how Piper's short dress had risen up to the bottom of her torso; barely covering her her hips.
When she looked back up to meet my gaze I greeted her with the widest grin. She met a smirk as she leaned in with both of her hands on my cheeks and took my lips in hers. She kissed me so deeply, so purely. So raw that we had to stop to take a breath between our breathy satisfactions.
I ran my fingertips from her toned abs to the tops of her shoulders and slid them under her flannel, my flannel, to remove the item covering her sun kissed skin. It fell to the ground, down there with the little bit of self control that I have remaining.
"Finally. Look who finally came do dinner." Piper followed the discarded item with her baby blues. I took this as a sign of approval.
"Maybe," Time for the kill shot. "But I look more forward to dessert." I raised an eyebrow to draw her irises to mine as I slowly pulled down on the zipper on the back of Piper's dress. With my free hand I traced the newly exposed skin done Piper's spine at a painfully slow pace.
This earned me a shiver. I could feel Piper's vertebrae spasm as I lowered to the top of her underwater line.
"And what is it that you want, Alex," A challenge. "For dessert?"
I pulled the slack material over her shoulders, towards me, as I exposed for the first time the top of her chest.
I made sure she was looking at me, "You."
Without waiting for a response I leaned in and sensually caressed below her collarbone with my lips. I traced up her neck and whispered in her ear.
"You're so beautiful."
She pulled her head to look into my eyes, but we were to close to see in focus as I ran my hands over the bare skin of her back. Our mouths were touching barely, nanometers apart as Piper swallowed a sigh of satisfaction and ran her nose down mine to meet me for a kiss. There it was, there was the shift.
Alex Montague, you're valet is here.
I don't know what to listen to; my heart, my head, or my sex drive. I don't know what I'm feeling, but I do know that despite our short acquaintance, I didn't want Piper to be a one-night drunken occurranxe.
My sex drive would have to wait.
I pulled back and slumped into the couch. Romeo Montague wouldn't have let this connection, molecular at its composition, be boiled down to 20 minutes of instant gratification. No, he died to be with Juliet for eternity.
"What's wrong?" Piper prompted the rhetorical question as she tried to capture my lips.
"Piper. Hang on." she pulled back.
"Wh.. what?" As if she didn't understand the context of my statement. Why would she I was removing her dress just a second ago.
"Piper. I..."
"What is it Alex? I may not have been with a woman before but I can feel that you want me."
"No.. that's not it." Stop stop stop. "I, I, like you..." too late.
I was too embarrassed to look at her so I just continued with my uncontrolled, what was about to be, monologue.
"You're different...I don't want to show you the world of Alex Vause in 20 minutes. I want to take you on the world tour. I know that I've only know you for about 48 hours, and I have NO clue what this means or how to describe my feelings but all I know is that if we continue what we're doing and you keep making those noises that I'm going to pick you up, carry you up those stairs and show you want it means to experience pleasure and all you're going to do is feel guilty about it because you are NOT single and when I'm finished with you I want you to be amazed, completely and wholly satisfied and not associating my unbelievable skill with a night of unfaithfulness... Because... I like you."
Take a breath Alex. Embarrassed, confused, unncharaxterized; all what I'm feeling as I drop my head horizontally in the back of the couch. What I was sure I was going to hear was a laugh, a mock, but instead I felt Piper's soft hands cup my cheeks and lift my head back to hers.
"Hey, it's okay Alex." She smiled and leaned in to give me a small, yet comforting kiss on the corner of my lips as she stood up from my lap and pulled the dress back up her torso. She offered me her hand and I took it as she hoisted my into my feet.
"I mean, this encounter will be hard to suppress. But you're probably right."
She chuckled, as I thought she was referring to me being right about her commitment situation. As if there were any doubt, she added more.
"It's not wise to sleep with someone before they buy you dinner."
It took me a second but when I realized she was joking I smiled and chuckled back at her. She knew, that I knew what she really meant to say but bringing up the BF would have been a buzz kill.
"I had a great time with you." I smiled to let her know that I was telling the truth. "I'll let myself out." I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and opened the door.
"Hey, Alex?" I turned around and her look of mood lightened laughter was replaced with a look of honesty.
"Yea Pipes?"
"You were right, back on that trail. I do feel something."
How the fuck do I respond to that?! I feel the strongs pulling around to heart, squeezing every ounce of feeling out and placing it on my sleeve, but I refrain. I don't think Piper intended for me to respond directly so I just looked at her genuinely.
"Good night, kid." And out the door I went.
As I drive home the first signs of day break were showing. The city was quiet at this hour, peaceful. When I got home Nicky was on my couch. I keep forgetting she has a key. I didn't have the energy to entertain conversation about what I did the rest of the night, I had been awake for close to 24 hours, so I let her sleep.
I collapse onto my bed and rolled over to be back, reflecting on my reaction tonight. For the first time in a while, I feel satisfied. Emotionally, mentally, and spiritually satisfied. Before I have a chance to think about my newfound moral compass, sleep finds me and all I can do is hope that I'll see those blue eyes in my dreams tonight.