AN

I feel on a roll, I hope you peeps enjoy this. Please let me know what you think, I know it's probably not my best work, but I really love writing for these characters, they're almost like a part of me, so please let me know your thoughts. Shout out to Gertie, you mean the world to me.

Enjoy xoxoxoxo

Piper sat in the park, in the dark, none of this felt like a lark. She had been sure that she and Alex had meant to be together, but something get thwarting them along the way, Jewish men, work….the universe seemed determined to keep them apart. She sighed deeply, ignoring the increasing grumbling of her tummy, life was so hard.

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Flashback to when Piper was 12

"Piper honey, why are you crying" Piper's grandmother asked her.

"Danny stole my candy bar" the little blonde girl said pouting

"Well what good is crying going to do?"

"Mother said it was the best use of manipulation there was going and crushed a man's resolve like a mere peanut" the young Chapman blinked, trying to ignore the fact her elderly relatives dentures looked as though they were coming a bit loose. Her mother had always taught her it was rude to stare.

The old lady cleared her throat, "I'll speak to you mother about her "motivational" talks with you later, but there's no point in crying, it will do nothing but make you feel bad, why don't you ask Danny if you can share it and that way you'll both be happy? Life is always about a little compromise"

The young Chapman nodded thoughtfully, her grandmother had a point

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"Compromise" Piper mumbled to herself. She supposed that Alex had been doing most of that, especially considering that she herself was the one that had a fiancé and a whole other life. "I've got to sort this out" she said out loud.

"Oh yeah? What would that be?" A voice said dripping in liquid sex. It was the brunette beauty. She was clad in tight leather pants, a black studded tank and a leather jacket, it was all Piper could do to stop herself calling Larry and ending it there and then.

"Cat got your tongue?" Alex grinned in that typical Vause way.

"I could think of better places for my tongue to be" Piper grinned harder.

Alex threw her head back to laugh heartily, but did it with such gusto she almost went tumbling backwards into a young couple who were walking arm in arm. After offering a brief apology, she resumed her conversation with the blonde.

"So about this tongue" she said, sidling up to the blonde who was sat on a cold damp bench.

They pressed their foreheads together and for a moment, there could be no one else in the world but the two of them, all thoughts of Larry and the home made Mackerel Pate` were banished. It was just them, the moon and the stars, Alex was ignoring the hobo on the bench next to them for now. Soon their lips came crashing together, as tongues tangled, dancing to the tune of passion and joy "god this feels so different to Larry" Piper mumbled against Alex's lips.

"Less stubble?" the more aged woman joked

"No Larry doesn't believe in using the tongue, he says it's not the way of his people"

"Jews?"

"Failed writers " Piper giggled, immediately feeling a stab of guilt for the quip, however this passed quickly as Alex's hand grabbed a handful of her tit and began caressing it. Piper began purring lightly, something she had no idea she was capable of at this point.

"Take me now Al" Piper said trembling, sure that the wetness she could feel was no longer coming from the park bench.

Alex pulled away, laughing sexily and raspily and heartily. "Not sure it's wise Pipes" she said nodding towards two teenage boys who had stopped dead on their bikes and were ogling the two beauties.

Piper grabbed the buxom beauty's hand, "come on, my apartment isn't far from here". Alex was in no mood to refuse.

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The love making was like a fourth of July fireworks display, each touch setting off an explosion in Piper's chest, each taking her to a new high. One thing was for certain, the raven haired seductress knew her way around the workings of a woman. If Alex was the Lamborghini of the bedroom, then Larry was definitely a used Ford. Solid, reliable, but ultimately boring.

"Ready for round two?" Alex said poking her head out of the Egyptian cotton sheets and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Someone care to explain what the fuck round one was?" a voice interrupted. It was Piper's boyfriend. Larry. Larry Bloom.