"So, that was the first time you ever visited Alex Vause at her home, correct?"
The prosecuting attorney asked Piper, pacing back and forth in front of her as she sat at the witness stand.
"Yes, that's correct." Piper answered shyly into the microphone. Her long blonde hair had been cut short to shoulder length. Her young, twenty five year old face had aged to one that now had smile lines and blemishes that weren't apparent in her years at Vause Crematory and Funeral Home. Even her voice had changed to one that felt calmer and lower. She'd grown. She'd grown so exponentially in just three years that she appeared much older than she truly was. The things she'd seen…the things she'd done, attributed to that.
"And did you stay the night at Miss Vause's home that evening?" The prosecutor, Linda Ferguson asked. Her high heels clicked loudly in the silence of the courtroom.
"No." Piper answered, looking to the pews where the public sat. Her family sat to the left. Her mother, father, and brother sat silently, watching. She could see that her mother had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and every few moments she'd dab the corners of her eyes with a tissue. Her father sat stoically, seemingly like a statue. She met eyes with her brother, Cal. He shot her a kind smile and nodded. This gave Piper the tiniest sense of comfort. Something she hadn't felt in quite a while.
Behind her family sat countless news crews. Cameras pointed in her direction and reporters writing feverishly in their little notepads as they listened. She looked to the right where she noticed Larry. He sat amongst a large group of people Piper had never seen before. She tried to meet his eyes. He was keeping his head down, avoiding her gaze.
"You didn't stay the night at Miss Vause's home?" Linda continued. "Why was that, Miss Chapman?"
"Because of uh," Piper took a deep breath in. "my fiance, Larry. He was back at home."
"Larry Bloom, correct?" Linda asked.
"Yes, Larry Bloom." She answered. Larry raised his head when he heard his name. She could see he had been crying too. For the briefest moment, they met eyes. He had his jaw clenched tight as he slowly shook his head. Piper tried to smile. He scoffed and looked back down to his feet.
Her eyes scanned back over the room. She locked eyes on the defendant. Alex. Today, she had traded her orange jumpsuit for her favorite outfit. A white blouse with the sleeves rolled all the way up, flashing her rose tattoo, and those tight pinstripe pants. All this time, and yet Alex still looked just as beautiful. The years hadn't aged her a bit. She looked exactly the same as she had that day she'd rescued Piper from the cooler. She would be lying if she said she wasn't jealous.
Alex wasn't avoiding her gaze. In fact, her eyes were searing straight into Piper's. Those eyes. Those green emeralds that felt as if she were looking straight into a thunderstorm. They were dark, yet intriguing. They were so sweet but made her feel as if she were staring into the soul of a panther. They were predatory and wild. They terrified her but brought back that now familiar feeling of heat in her lower stomach.
The retelling of the first time they'd ever slept together- really, truly, felt each other made Piper feel a whirlwind of emotions. Her heart was racing and her body reminisced on the way Alex's flesh had melded against her own. In any other setting, Piper would be overcome with warmth and fuzziness, looking back on what she would consider one of the best nights of her life. But, here now, she felt embarrassed to be sharing something so intimate. Something she knew would end up in the papers tomorrow morning.
"So this was not your first sexual encounter with Alex Vause but the first time you two ever had sexual contact outside of the funeral home, correct?" Linda asked. Alex winked at Piper, forcing her to look back at Linda. Piper took a deep breath in and nodded.
"Yes or no, Miss Chapman?"
"Y-Yes. That was the first time."
"So you did not stay the night with Alex, instead, you went home to your fiance, Larry?" Linda asked in a tone that was less than kind.
"Correct." Piper answered.
"So." Linda crossed her arms. "What happened next?"
Piper slowly opened her eyes. Alex was sleeping peacefully, the covers pulled to her waist. Her long arms were wrapped around Piper, holding her tight. Piper watched her for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall with each deep breath she took. She lay one hand on the side of her face and kissed her deeply. Alex woke, kissing her back. The room was dimly lit from a lamp on Alex's bedside table where her alarm read 8:23pm.
"I have to go." Piper whispered.
"Stay." Alex said back sleepily.
"I can't. You know I can't." Piper answered sadly.
Alex ignored her, kissing her again. She pulled Piper on top of her and ran her hands down her back, grabbing gently.
"Alex." Piper said sternly.
"Piper." Alex smiled and placed her leg between the blonde's. Piper fought the urge to grind her body closer. Alex's grip on her made it nearly impossible. She moved her lips to Piper's neck and kissed her skin sweetly.
"Al." Piper breathed. "If I have to listen to everything you tell me to do at work, you've gotta listen to whatever I say in the bedroom."
"I don't think that's how it goes." Alex bit her roughly before placing a hand between her legs.
"That's exactly how it goes." Piper grabbed Alex's wrists and pinned them back against the headboard. Alex looked at her with sadness in her eyes.
"Fine." She sighed. Piper kissed her again before climbing out of bed and beginning the search for her underwear.
"You'll be at work tomorrow?"
"Yes, boss. Don't worry." She answered tauntingly.
"Good because I need you at a service at six a.m. sharp." Alex said.
"What? We've never had a service that early." Piper replied, pulling on her tights.
"No, but I need serviced that early." Alex laughed before pulling a now fully clothed Piper back onto the bed with her.
"I'll see you tomorrow, idiot." Piper smiled and kissed her one more time before she headed for the front door. Alex followed her, pulling on her robe. Piper stepped into the hallway and turned to close the door. Alex caught her hand and held onto it gently.
"I uh…" She cleared her throat. "I had fun, Pipes."
"I did too Al."
"So is this like," She looked at the ground. "Was this like a one off kind of thing or do you-" Piper kissed her deeply, tightening their hands. Alex pulled her into an embrace, holding her by the waist.
"This is what we toasted to, remember?"
"Ignoring our fiances?" Alex laughed.
"New beginnings." Piper broke away. "I'll see you tomorrow. For our six a.m. service." She smirked.
"Goodnight, Pipes."
"Goodnight, Alex."
Piper walked through the front door to find Larry in the kitchen, cooking dinner. He was hard at work over a pan of stir fry. On the kitchen island was a bottle of Piper's favorite blueberry wine with a bouquet of roses. Next to the roses lay an envelope.
"What's all this?" She smiled.
"Well I figured you'd be hungry after a late night at the office so I decided I'd make us my famous stir fry." He said proudly. "I also uh," He grabbed two plates out of the cabinet. "Have a little surprise for you to congratulate you on all your hard work."
"Oh babe." Piper picked the envelope up. "That's so sweet, you didn't have to-"
"Don't open it yet!" Larry said urgently, plating their dinner.
"Okay." Piper laughed and threw it back down. "I'm gonna take a quick shower."
"Nope! Sit." Larry set a plate in front of her and pulled her chair out for her.
"Larry, you're freaking me out."
"Don't be freaked out. Just sit with me." He took his own seat and poured two glasses of wine. He took Piper's hand in his own and took a deep breath. "Look, I've been thinking. I've really, truly been thinking lately Piper."
"That's impressive." Piper teased. Larry gave her a look before continuing.
"Anyways," He smiled. "After the other night at my parent's house and our fight the other night, I think the idea of our wedding has been… stressful for you. You've been working so much lately and I just want you to be happy. I want you to feel excited for something so important to us."'
"I am excited, Larry." Piper said defensively.
"Baby, I know you are." Larry sighed. "But, you are also really loud when you throw up. I know it wasn't just cramps the other night."
"Oh." Piper cringed. "You heard that?"
"Yes. I know it was because of nerves. I know my mom wouldn't leave you alone about it and lately, we've been fighting about stupid stuff. You've been working nonstop and I've come to the conclusion that maybe a big wedding isn't the best idea."
"Larry."
"Listen, Pipes." He held her hand tighter. "I think we should elope. We can just get all this stressful bullshit over with. You won't have to go through these stupid wedding plans anymore. I know you don't wanna try cake with my mom and try on a million dresses and honestly, I don't really wanna go on a bachelor fishing trip with my dad and uncles." He chuckled. "I got us two tickets to Vegas." He handed her the envelope. Piper ripped it open and looked inside. Two plane tickets to Las Vegas for the upcoming month were inside.
"We can just go and get it done. Then we can spend five days gambling and drinking and watching those weird magic shows they hold in the hotel lobby." He smiled. "What do you say? No more questions from my parents. No more touring venues and working on invitations or worrying about the perfect wedding date."
Piper paused for a moment. She stared at the plane tickets in her hand and then back to Larry.
"Um…" She gulped. "Yeah." She nodded happily. "Yes, let's go. Let's do it."
"Yeah?" He asked excitedly.
"Yeah." Piper smiled. Larry kissed her and jumped up in excitement. "I'm gonna go call Pete!"
"You do that." Piper stood up. "I'm gonna go take a shower and then I'm gonna demolish this stir fry because I'm starving."
"Okay, don't be long or else it'll get cold and be gross."
"Gotcha." Piper smiled before making her way to the bathroom.
She shut the door before bursting into tears.
"How's she doing?" Alex asked as Nicky let her inside her apartment.
"Eh, struggling with the hair thing. Some memory loss and a few migraines, other than that she's alright." Nicky sighed.
"Hey, Lorn." Alex gingerly approached Lorna as she lay on the couch. She was staring blankly at the TV. Nicky had rented her favorite movie: West Side Story.
"Hey Vause." Lorna replied softly.
"How ya feelin'?" Alex sat at her feet. Lorna had a knitted sock cap pulled over her head. Even in her time of healing she'd managed to slap on her signature red lipstick.
"Like shit. A big, ugly bag of shit." Lorna's voice sounded as if she were about to break down in tears.
"Ah, come on Lorn." Nicky sat on the floor, meeting her eyes. "It'll be alright. We'll get you a wig. Do some roleplay shit, it'll be fun. We can give you a sexy new name, one of those foreign ones. Like uh…Sasha or something." Nicky's joke made her smile.
"I dunno, Nick."
"If you want we can go get you some extensions." Alex suggested. "Then I'll take you to Moriarty's and we can get you one of those greasy calzones you like."
Lorna sat up slowly, wincing.
"Yeah, maybe guys." She gave a sad smile and climbed to her feet. "I gotta pee."
"You need some help?" Nicky offered.
"Just cause I look like a cancer patient doesn't mean I am one. I got it."
"Jesus, forgive me." Nicky put her hands up in defeat.
Lorna hobbled off towards the bathroom.
"Trouble in paradise?" Alex asked.
"Yeah uh… She's asking a lot of questions." Nicky joined Alex on the couch. "She's convinced we knew those guys and that we're hiding something from her."
"Well, she's not wrong." Alex shrugged.
"Yeah, I know that." Nicky said sarcastically. "She doesn't need to know any more than she already does."
"Think about it, Nicky. Taystee and Poussey are both gone. Piper's part owner. The only other person that doesn't know anything is Red and with the way she pokes around I doubt she's as clueless as we think. It's only fair we tell her." Alex argued.
Nicky sighed and fell back onto the couch, looking up at the ceiling.
"She might actually leave me this time if she thinks I'm touching that shit again, Vause."
"You're trafficking it. You're not shooting it up this time."
Nicky looked to her friend.
"You try telling her that."
Lorna entered the living room, a carton of cigarettes in hand.
"Nicky, what the fuck did I tell you about slowing down on this shit?" She asked angrily.
"Lorn please put-"
Lorna dumped the carton of cigarettes onto the floor and began stomping on them, grinding them between her heel and the carpet.
"No! No! Fuck!" Nicky dove off the couch and onto the carpet, desperately trying to gather the loose cigarettes. "God damn it, Lorna!" She shouted. Nicky rose to her feet and grabbed Lorna by the wrists. "Are you fucking crazy?! Why the fuck do you think you can touch my shit?!" Nicky grabbed the empty box and threw it against the wall hard enough to knock a few of her hanging records to the floor.
"Woah, Nicky, calm down-" Alex rose to her feet.
"You fucking calm down!" Nicky turned to her, her eyes wide.
Alex and Lorna stood in disbelief, staring at their friend. Lorna loosened her wrists from Nicky's grasp and took a step back, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Lorn I'm…" Nicky stuttered. "I'm sorry-"
"No, don't worry about it. I won't touch your shit again. Don't gotta worry about me, anymore!" Lorna shouted dramatically.
"Guys, relax. Lorna, just…" Alex sighed. "Just sit down and watch your movie. Nicky, fire escape."
"No, fuck this, I'm leaving." Lorna began to grab her things strewn about the apartment.
"Lorna, I want you to stay. Please?" Alex asked. Lorna paused for a moment before crossing her arms and making her way back to the couch.
"I'll stay because Alex wants me to stay." She said angrily, looking at Nicky. "But I want my calzone from Moriarty's now." She demanded.
"I'll order it as soon as Nicky and I finish talking. Hang tight. Nicky, fire escape."
Nicky took another look at Lorna before huffing and following Alex towards the bedroom. The two exited through the bedroom window where they climbed onto the metal platform. Alex produced two cigarettes from her jacket pocket, handing Nicky a lighter.
"What the fuck was that about? Over a fifty dollar carton of smokes? I'll buy you a new one. Matter of fact, I'll get you two if it means you'll act like a sane human being."
"You don't-" Nicky grabbed at her hair, pulling it in frustration. "Neither of you fuckin' get it." She angrily took a drag off her cigarette. "Neither of you seem to fucking understand that there is shit that happens beyond either of you and those four fucking walls of that shitty fucking funeral home. You guys think it's as simple as getting Kubra his shit and doing removals and embalmings and fucking brunches and mimosas. It's not, Alex! It's fucking not!"
Alex calmly took a hit of her cigarette and blew the smoke between her lips slowly, not breaking eye contact with Nicky.
"You're rambling." She said.
"Yeah! I am! So what? This is how I fucking talk!" Nicky yelled, holding out her arms. "You have a slight fucking lisp, but I don't bring it up, huh?!"
Alex shook her head.
"Just tell me you stole the money, Nick."
Nicky's face fell.
"What?"
"Just admit it."
Nicky slowly shook her head.
"No. No I swore on-"
"Yeah you swore on my dead mom's grave. I know, Nicky. I saw that set up in the crematory months ago and the last time we did coke your nightstand was stocked full of cartons of cigarettes. I know you. I've known you since grade school. I know when you're fucking hiding something."
"I wasn't…" Nicky began to cry. "I was just trying to fucking help us get by, okay?"
"By stealing four grand worth of embalming fluid?" Alex asked angrily.
"It was supposed to be just one time! That fluid I took was supposed to be enough to last me the entire year, Alex. Luschek told me we needed more and I…"
"You're a junkie. You like the ritual. I fucking know you, Nicky."
Nicky hid her face in her hands, the smoke of her cigarette rolling out from under her hair.
"I knew Poussey couldn't have stolen that money. I fired that girl for you, Nicky!" Alex shouted.
"I know! You think I don't fucking know that?! I feel like the world's biggest asshole about it!" Nicky shouted back.
"Well you should, because you are."
Alex sat, hanging her feet over the edge of the platform. She flicked her cigarette to the ground and swept her mane of hair back off her face. Nicky sat next to her, sobbing quietly. Alex wrapped her arm around her friend.
"You're a fucking asshole. You're stupid. You're selfish. You're fucking reckless." She sighed. "You're my family, Nicky. As mad as I am right now, I still love you."
"Yeah." Nicky scoffed. "You're about the only mother fucker who does." She sniffled.
"Stop your fucking pity party." Alex demanded. "I didn't wanna believe it but when I got a text yesterday from some creepy mysterious number telling me we were putting acid soaked smokes in the bodies now too I figured they'd caught on to your little side hustle."
Nicky leaned into her friend. She took a deep breath in, looking over the twinkling lights of the nearby traffic.
"Luschek told me we could make big money off of selling them at clubs the way people did in the 80's. It sounded like a good idea until I realized at the rate we were selling we were never gonna make enough money to cover the cost of the embalming fluid and make a profit on top of it."
"Yeah, it was a stupid ass idea." Alex scoffed. "You picked the most expensive fluid possible."
"It had the highest concentration of chemicals." Nicky shrugged.
"Yeah and now I'm out four grand. So that's four grand on top of the rest of the money you owe me so that brings your total to about… thirty two grand, huh?" Alex suggested.
"I already told you, as soon as tax season rolls around."
"Shut up." Alex laughed.
They fell silent, looking towards the night sky. Alex removed her arm from her shoulders and turned to face her friend.
"Nicky seriously um…" She breathed. "Please, don't do this to me again. Don't lie to me or steal anymore of my shit." She swallowed hard. "I can't handle anymore. Not after everything we've gone through with the drugs and the rehabs and Trisha."
"No, Vause. I know. I'm sorry. Really." Nicky looked into her eyes. "This wasn't meant to be a secret. I wasn't going to not tell you but it got out of hand really fast. I thought I'd be able to bring in some money and it turned out to be a really, really shitty business decision. No more secrets. No more stealing or lying."
"You've-"
"I've said it a million times before." Nicky nodded. "I know. It's different this time. For real."
"So with that being said, do you have any more secrets you want to tell me?"
Nicky paused for a moment.
"Yeah." She sighed. "In tenth grade I was the one who started the nickname Morticia Addams."
Alex laughed.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"What? Morticia Addams is hot!" Nicky said in defense.
"They yelled that at me at graduation!" Alex shouted.
"I was mad that you didn't let me finger you in the locker room, what do you want me to say?"
"The weird janitor was scrubbing the floors, Nicky!"
"And? She wouldn't have heard us over her gospel radio anyways."
Alex lay back on the metal platform and covered her eyes with the back of her arm.
"I hate you, Nicky."
Nicky lay back next to her. Alex pulled out two more cigarettes and threw one in Nicky's direction. Nicky snatched the cigarette in time before it rolled off the edge into the alley below and lay next to her. They laughed together and began blowing smoking into the air above them, listening to the pollution of sound in the atmosphere.
"And you?" Nicky asked.
"What about me?" Alex looked over.
"Secrets." She answered.
Alex sighed and took a long drag off her cigarette. She chuckled.
"I fucked Piper."
"Yeah, I know."
"No, I mean, I took her back to my apartment and I fucked her in my bed. Not in a shitty club bathroom or in my office. Not even in the back of the hearse."
"Oh, shit." Nicky smiled. "So it's for real then?"
"I don't know. I really…"
"You like that skinny bitch, huh?" Nicky asked in disbelief. "For real?"
"Don't call her that." Alex laughed.
"Well tell me about her then." Nicky pressed.
"I don't know. She's sweet. She's really patient when it comes to my shit. She smells good and she's soft and… she isn't scared of what I do."
"Wow, smells good and is cool with the dead people thing, what else do you need right?" Nicky scoffed.
"It's more than that. Like she wants to know about me and I have no problem telling her about my life. She's fun. She has this way about her where I feel like I'm actually sane and she might actually be a little crazier than me. Physically, she doesn't have control but mentally and emotionally, she's got a vice grip on me. I feel like I can't get enough." Alex reminisced on her moment of weakness in which she'd asked Piper whether they were more than just a one night stand.
"She makes me feel like I'm not in the driver's seat and ever since Diane… did what she did… that's all I've done. Sit in the driver seat and try to hold everything together. With her it's like I can just sit back and finally…breathe."
Nicky sat up and looked down at Alex.
"Don't tell me you love a straight girl, Vause."
Alex looked up at her, shaking her head.
"I don't know if it's that." She shrugged. "But it's something."
"Something like Regina?" Nicky asked.
"No." Alex sat up. "Fuck no, it's nothing like that."
"So is she leaving her boyfriend?"
"I uh…" Alex looked down at the ground below them. "We haven't really talked about whether she's leaving her fiance or not."
"Damn." Nicky sighed. "You've got yourself into some shit, huh?"
The window behind them opened loudly. They turned to see Lorna looking at them with a sense of frustration.
"Moriarty's closes in half an hour, Alex."
"Right." Alex climbed to her feet. "I'll call in the order now."
"I want a diet Pepsi too."
"Got it."
"And make sure they don't forget the olives."
"Damn, anything else, princess?" Nicky remarked.
"Don't push your luck with me." Lorna pointed a manicured finger at her.
"My bad." Nicky followed Alex inside. She wrapped her arm around Lorna's waist. Lorna crossed her arms and looked away.
"What were you two talking about out here?" She asked.
"Just uh…" Nicky swallowed. "Not keeping secrets."
"Secrets, huh?"
Alex gave a nod to Nicky before leaving the room with her phone pressed to her ear.
"Yeah. I've got some stuff I need to tell you, okay? But, I need you to trust that I'm not using again."
Lorna looked at her for a while before slowly nodding her head.
Piper arrived at the funeral home around 5:50 in the morning. She'd snuck out of bed, telling a half asleep Larry that she was due to work early this morning to do inventory as a favor to Nicky. She entered the dark lobby where she found Red's empty desk, illuminated by a reading light.
"Alex?" She called. She checked her phone to find no texts from her boss. "Great." She sighed. She climbed the stairs, hoping to manage to get a half hour nap in before her coworkers began streaming into the building. She passed Alex's empty office and nearly made it to her own door when a hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her inside. The hand clapped over her mouth before pulling her into a tight hold. Piper struggled, flailing her arms in the dark and screaming against the hand clasped to her mouth.
"Relax, baby." Alex's sultry voice flowed. Piper tore away.
"Jesus, don't scare me like that!" She pushed Alex playfully. Alex laughed before turning on her desk lamp. In the dim light her silhouette danced across the wall.
"Why are you-" Piper stopped when she noticed what Alex was wearing. Draped over her shoulders was a sheer lingerie robe that flowed to her knees. Under her robe was a black corset that hugged her chest perfectly. Between her breasts sat a thin black ribbon where the ends hung just above her navel. She wore lacy black panties to match and on her feet were heels that made her about three inches taller. She towered over Piper, looking down at the blonde over the rims of her glasses. Her long, raven hair was pulled back into a bun with the sides hanging to frame her porcelain face. Piper stood in stunned silence.
"I thought you…"
"Forgot?" Alex smirked. "Or did you think I was joking?"
"No um," Piper blushed. "I don't…"
"Why don't you have a seat?" Alex motioned behind her desk. Her usual computer chair had been replaced with a wooden one Piper recognized from the chapel.
"What I say goes at the office, right?"
"That's right." Piper said quietly before slowly taking her place in the chair. Alex closed her office door before pulling out her phone and beginning to scroll.
"Alex, you look-" Alex held up a finger, silencing her. Music began to flow from a speaker on the desk.
Girl If they don't know your worth. Tell 'em you're my girl
Alex set her phone down and slowly pulled her sheer cover off, letting it drop to the floor around her feet. She made her way towards Piper, taking each step at a painfully slow pace. She sat on the desk, raising one of her legs and placing her heeled foot between Piper's legs.
And anything you want is yours
Passion burning, causing rapture of laughter
Pressure building, falling faster and faster
Piper's breathing began to quicken. Alex slowly pushed her leg forward, tipping the chair back against the wall. Piper was now leaning back, looking up at the brunette. The taller woman stood and ran her hands down the front of the smaller woman's front before bringing the chair back to four legs, roughly, making Piper flinch. Alex turned so her back was towards her, slowly whining her hips in small circles. Piper's hands stayed at her sides. Alex took them and placed them on her thighs.
If I told you that you rock my world, I want you around me
Would you let me call you my girl, my girlfriend, my girlfriend?
I can give you the life you deserve, just say the word, baby
And I got you, darlin' I got you
Piper lay her head back, watching as Alex rose and fell gracefully, running her hands over her spread thighs. Alex looked back, keeping her eyes locked on Piper's. The blonde felt the warmth in her lower stomach beginning to pool between her legs.
Girl
If they don't know your worth
Tell 'em you're my girl
And anything you want is yours, mm yeah
Chapters turning, so old fashioned and natural
Potions got me falling for you, oh yeah
Baby if I told you that you rock my world, I want you around me, yeah
Would you let me call you my girl, my girlfriend, my girlfriend?
I can give you the life you deserve, just say the word
Alex turned to face Piper, straddling her lap. She took her hair down, flicking her head back and leading Piper's hand down from her jawline to her neck. Piper gripped firmly, feeling the warmth of Alex's throat in her grasp. Alex pushed her wrist closer, quietly demanding her to tighten her hold. She obeyed, closing her hand until Alex let out a soft gasp. Piper ran her hands down Alex's chest until her hands found her breasts. The silk material of her corset felt almost blissful against her skin. Alex threw her head forward, her hair falling messily into her face, swaying as her hips continued to grind back and forth.
Girl (You're mine)
If they don't know your worth
Tell 'em you're my girl
And anything you want is yours
Girl
If they don't know your worth
Tell 'em you're my girl
And anything you want is yours
Alex's pace fastened. Piper moved her hands lower, setting them on Alex's ass. Piper smirked and smacked her hand down hard, causing Alex to wince. Alex brought her chest close, laying her arms over the back of the chair and pressing her forehead to Piper's. Piper kissed her neck, sinking her teeth into her warm, Chanel scented skin. Alex buried her hand in the hair near the nape of Piper's neck and pulled her head back. She pressed her lips against hers, their tongues swirling slowly. She took Piper's lower lip between her teeth before pulling back. Piper moaned as the older woman took the liberty of kissing a trail from her jawline to her neck. She bit down hard, causing Piper to dig her nails into her. Alex sucked at the spot before tearing away and placing a hand on her throat. She kept eye contact with her as she brought her hips forward, grinding to the beat.
Girl
If they don't know your worth
Tell 'em you're my girl
And anything you want is yours
Girl
If they don't know your worth
Tell 'em you're my girl
And anything you want is yours, mmh yeah
The older woman bit her lip and ran her free hand through her hair, Piper's hands pulling her hips towards her. Piper's eyes were becoming heavy and she was looking up at her with a gaze of ecstasy. She was nearly on the edge of orgasm. Alex could feel her own climax beginning to rise. Her pace became even faster.
Baby, baby, love me, shade me
"Alex." Piper whispered. They kissed deeply as Alex continued rocking her hips. She moved back and forth to the beat. Back, and forth, back, and forth, before circling her hips in tight slow circles. Piper's grip on her ass only got tighter and tighter with each movement. Piper began to shake under her. The blonde moaned into her mouth, only breaking their kiss to take in shallow breaths.
Keep me wrapped up in your open arms
Alex's breath hitched in her throat, letting out a choked moan.
Come on, baby, gave me, something amazing
The warmth in Piper's stomach became white hot. The feeling of Alex's movements seemed as though she were swimming in the Earth's roughest ocean. Alex cried out, breaking their kiss.
But don't mistake me for someone, for the next girl, nah.