Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with this story.
This story will contain a collection of one-shots that snapshot the moments in Piper and Alex's lives. Some will be fluffy and light, while others will be dark and heavy. I will explore different story lines and make my own as I go and I will add various drabbles over time.
The first installment is a variation of Piper's thoughts the night before she leaves Alex in Paris. I always kind of wondered what might have been going through her head at that time.
It is really fucking late as I am writing this so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes that may exist.
And finally, don't forget to review, because they serve as motivation for me to crack out more stories.
Her breath is heavy. She slowly inhales and exhales a jagged breath.
To her left, is possibly the most beautiful thing she has ever laid eyes on.
Wrapped in a white hotel sheet that stops just above the waist and exposes her bare back and the intricate tattoos inked on her skin. A mass of long limbs spread carelessly across the immaculately white sheets. Luscious dark locks splayed everywhere that vibrantly contrasts against the white linen of the hotel pillow. The smell of wine drifts from the soft pillows of her lips as she steadily breathes into the humid night air and the smell of her vanilla scented perfume is engrained in the crook of her neck.
That is Alex Vause.
She is a breath-taking sight, really.
And that is why Piper Chapman feels the sultry tears prick at the corner of her eyes.
They are a mess.
An absolute train wreck.
There was a time when she loved being corrupted by Alex Vause.
There was a time when the raven-haired beauty sleeping next to her in the bed consumed her every thought. Her face haunted the blonde everywhere she went and looked. She couldn't escape her.
Alex Vause was an addiction; a sweet addiction that Piper could not quit if she even tried.
She was intoxicating. She was faithful. She tasted like heaven. She gave Piper a rush of adrenaline that no other drug could.
And she loved the drug that is Alex Vause.
Maybe too much.
Alex is bad for her. She knows that. She knew that from the start. She should have run, escaped when she had the chance.
She just wanted to feel special and bad.
Falling in love… now that was something she hadn't planned on. That just sort of happened.
Their love affair was an emotional roller-coaster of a ride. They fell in love even when they shouldn't have. They broke other hearts in the process, carelessly stomping on them. They fought; tirelessly, relentlessly. They hurt each other in unimaginable ways. They always came crawling back to each other. They were attracted to each other like two magnets. And perhaps, somewhere along the way they had fallen out of love with each other? At least, that's what Piper suspects. She doesn't really know.
They are both selfish when it comes to love.
Alex chooses work over Piper. She says that working for a drug cartel is kind of like selling your soul to the devil. You can't just quit, it doesn't work like that. They own you.
Piper hangs on, clings to the stretched fabric that remains of their relationship. Even though she knows that they will never work. It is time to grow up. It's selfish of her to continue investing herself in a relationship that she knows will never work… she knows that.
It's time to let go.
She doesn't regret any of it.
This isn't a game. This is her life.
But, it's time to make a new life. To close one door and open another.
She will always cherish moments like this.
But, it's time to make new memories.
She hates herself. She hates herself so fucking much right now. She is about to rip someone's world apart, to witness it all come crashing down.
She knows that it is callous and cold of her to leave Alex like this.
Without closure.
But, she has to.
It is the only way that she can free herself from the chains that hold her down and the life that is surely not good for her.
She and Alex are like fire and gasoline.
An explosion waiting to happen.
A time bomb that is ticking mercilessly.
She closes her eyes for a moment before she slowly blinks them open. She's trying to convince herself that she is making the right decision.
"Babe…"
The soft, raspy whisper through the darkness is enough to break the blonde from her inner thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"What are you thinking about?" A dark eyebrow shoots up in question and a trademark Alex Vause smirk becomes visible through the slight illumination of the moonlight.
"Nothing," the blonde gulps guiltily, shooting her lover a soft smile.
Suddenly, her fingers are laced with the brunette's, their skin colliding with a spark of heat and electricity.
She forgot how normal this felt.
Alex is sucking her back in. Her powers are almost too strong. She is inevitable.
"I love you kid."
Her voice is like poison.
Seductive as hell, yet, dripping with the sweetness of honey.
"I love you too," Piper manages to get out, guilt consuming her like a vicious fire.
It feels rehearsed.
It doesn't come out as effortlessly as it once did.
Lips as soft as velvet make contact with the exposed skin of her back.
They slowly make their way to her neck.
Electricity shoots through her veins.
She feels a rush.
A thrill.
Nobody has ever made her feel that electric.
And she is fairly certain that nobody ever will.
They are like coffee and cigarettes.
A really fucking good combination. But at the same time, a really fucking toxic combination.
She knows what she should do.
She should tell Alex what she feels. What she thinks. She really, should.
Instead she turns.
She snuggles back into the warm depths of her soon to be ex-lover's arms. She attaches her lips to Alex's. Her hands explore the black depths of Alex's hair. Her skin ignites on fire with the simple contact of Alex's.
Tomorrow she will tell Alex.
But for tonight, she will stay.