I love my job. It's been three weeks since I first met Alex and she has showed up nearly every time I have a shift. We talk about books and music, movies and actors, philosophy and religion; Alex is a never-ending pool of knowledge. She literally has an opinion on every topic. She is fascinating. Polly has noticed a change in my behavior as I now rush to work with a smile, it's getting harder to deflect her questions but I just want to keep Alex all to myself for as long as possible. I've known her for less than a month and yet I feel as though I could trust her with anything.
I've always loved the rain. When the darkness envelops everything around you and the rain falls in torrents, mercilessly washing away anything it can touch. Its cleansing, soothing, and oh so therapeutic. Today is supposedly the worst storm of the year. Walls of water cascade off the roof so thick that you can't see further than a foot away from the door. I've been here for six hours and not a single customer has set foot in the door. Taking advantage of the time alone I wander along the bookcases rearranging the novels that have gotten out of order. Bending over I start to work on the bottom shelf when I hear the bell ding above the door. What idiot decided to come out in this weather?
"Pipes?" Alex. A smile graces my lips as I straighten up and walk back towards the front of the store. Rounding the corner I stop dead in my tracks. Standing before me is a soaking wet Alex Vause. Dark jeans grip her curves perfectly and a drenched white shirt clings desperately to her figure. Her hair is dripping down her back and she is furiously wiping at her glasses attempting to free them from the water adhering to the lenses. My jaw drops and for a second I seem to have forgotten how to breathe.
"You're wet." Is all I manage to stutter out. Her gorgeous head snaps up and as she takes in my flustered state she begins to smirk. "Always so observant. Why don't you come over here and help me instead of staring like an idiot." She laughs and I slowly walk towards her. "What do you want me to do?"
She rakes her gaze down to my skintight shorts and shakes her head "Oh kid you don't want to know." Seeing my face turn as red as a tomato she winks and adds, "For now though why don't you get me some paper towels or something?"
Walking behind the counter I grab a roll and try to still my erratic heartbeat. Calm down you moron its just Alex. Soaking wet, dripping in sex appeal Alex. Dammit I'm screwed. No, no you don't even know if she likes you like that. She's been here for weeks and has never made a move. Calm the fuck down Piper, just breathe.
"Here ya go." I smile as I hand her the roll using every ounce of will power I have left to not stare at her breasts, which are outlined rather enticingly in a black lace bra… Ok maybe I glanced, but damn it she's hot!
"Thanks." She begins wiping at some of the excess water covering her arms and neck before attempting to dry her hair. "Jesus it's like a monsoon out there." Without thinking I reach forward and still her hand. "Here let me." I whisper while grabbing the towels and leading her to one of the small tables located near the café. Sitting her down in one of the chairs I slowly start to dry her hair. Running my fingers from her scalp down to the enticingly blue ends I slowly caress her beautiful jet-black locks with the towel. She leans her head back into my hands, unintentionally letting out a small sigh when I rub my thumb over that small spot behind her ear. I never want to stop touching her. I run my fingers through her hair over and over again, occasionally using the towel to catch some of the water. All Shook Up by Avila flows out of the speakers wrapping us up in its sensual rhythm. Alex's hair is still damp but most of the water has been removed. I'm absentmindedly toying with her blue ends thinking about how damn good she smells when I feel her hand surround my wrist.
A slight tug pulls me onto her lap and I gasp in surprise. "You're freezing!"
Our faces are inches apart; I can practically feel my body heat being absorbed by her frozen torso. "Warm me up then," she whispers. Leaning in slightly she grabs the back of my neck with one hand while the other firmly grips my hip.
When addicts reflect back on their first time using or tasting the thing that becomes their obsession many of them say the same thing. Life before was colorless; they were simply existing, not living. Then, they found the thing that brought color and meaning to their world. And with one taste they knew that they were hooked forever. As Alex's lips pressed into mine I understood completely what they meant. Colors danced across my brain forever tainting what I thought love could be. How could I ever settle for black and white once I've seen the richness of red? I moaned into her mouth and pulled her closer, wanting all of her at once.
Alex's mouth moved across my jaw and down my neck, biting and licking in all the right places. I arched into her, straining my neck to give her as much room to work with as possible. I felt her chuckle reverberate across my pulse point as she finished leaving one of the biggest hickies I've ever seen on my skin claiming me as hers. Her hands started to wander across my body, tickling my sides, splaying flat against my stomach, skirting around the swell of my breasts. Never lingering, she continued her torturous exploration. Finally I caved. "Alex, please. Do something! Don't be such a tease."
Another chuckle escaped her perfect mouth; she leaned in closer and took my earlobe in her teeth, biting softly before whispering "I like it when you beg. Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?" While she spoke her hands continued to move, finally coming to rest right underneath my breast. "Is this what you want baby?" She moved her palm up and slipped her hand under my bra, firmly grasping me. A moan escaped me as she started kneading and gentle pulling on my nipple. I unconsciously began to move my hips against her thigh. "My, my aren't we anxious. Is this a sensitive spot Pipes? Can I make you come undone just by touching you like" pinching my nipple she finished "this."
My eyes rolled back in my head as I fought to stay lucid. She bit my neck while pinching once more on my nipple softly rubbing it to ease the pain. I was done for. In between moans I managed to breathe out "Alex. Fuck. Me. Now." Gone was her trademark smirk. In its place was an expression so filled with hunger it made my muscles clench in anticipation.
She abruptly stood, carrying me over to the bar at the café. She gently laid me down and quickly climbed on top, kissing me deeply as she hovered above me. One of her hands toyed with the hem of my shorts while the other supported her weight. She masterfully undid the button and was slowly lowering the zipper when the bell above the door rang.
Springing apart I banged my head on the espresso machine as I desperately attempted to put some distance between us. Clawing at my zipper I was able to secure the button moments before a figure emerged around the corner.
"Mr. Clayton! What are you doing here?" He squinted his eyes at me as he pointed towards the clock. "Its closing time. I came to lock up." Embarrassed, I glanced over at Alex who was leaning nonchalantly against the wall. At first glance it would appear as if she was indifferently observing our conversation but the desire in her eyes and clenched fists told a different story.
Doing my best to remain inconspicuous I shrugged. "Oh right, sorry I just lost track of time. I'll see you Sunday." Grabbing Alex's hand I rushed towards the door snatching my purse on the way. Now both of us were standing in the downpour silently asking each other what was next. Once again it was me that caved. "Alex I-"
"Come home with me." Surprised I peered through the rain trying to study her face for signs that I had heard her wrong. Instead all I saw was that familiar hunger. She pushed me up against her car and began placing kisses against my neck. "Pipes, come with me" she growled.
Without a second thought I nodded and whispered "Ok."