PIPER

Something's happening to her as she gets down on that dance floor, and it only gets better when Reyna joins her and they're dancing and it's like a freaking movie.

And then she feels someone gently tap her on the shoulder and say, "Hey, I don't know you, but perhaps you should reconsider what you're doing right now."

That's when the whole dancing thing stops being a good idea. Piper stands up, waves to the people who had, apparently, been watching, and makes her way over to where Reyna's dragging her, an empty space up against the wall.

"Have fun?" Reyna asks. "You danced through three whole songs."

Piper tosses her ponytail over her shoulder. "That's because I'm good at it," she says simply. "Dancing's my thing."

"I'm not sure it should be your thing," Reyna laughs. "Maybe next time you should try painting or talking to people or, like, anything but dancing."

"Oh, come on, I wasn't that bad."

Reyna raises a single eyebrow and, suddenly, the whole thing hits Piper like a brick. Dancing is not her forte.

"Yeah, once I jumped in and started dancing with you it only got worse. We went from break dancing to slow dancing that wasn't exactly dancing in front of everyone."

"Who stopped us?"

Reyna shrugs. "I actually have no idea. I think it was the same guy who let us into the party. I got a drink from one of the guys who ran the party – don't worry, I watched him open it and pour it and everything – and then everything got a little bit fuzzy in a good drunk way and that's when I started dancing with you. I'd probably still be out there if someone hadn't called us out."

"We were called out?!" Piper asks. "Oh, ew, that's not cool."

Reyna shrugs. "We were kind of all over each other out there."

Piper takes the opportunity to look at Reyna a slow smile spreading across her face, reaching up to her eyes. "We're always all over each other, aren't we?"

Reyna shrugs. "Probably."

"Can we go back to your dorm and have sex now? Because I'm really kind of sick of waiting and it's getting dangerously close to sober time and I don't want to be in this hell hole when that hits."

Reyna nods and takes Piper's hand as she offers it. "Definitely," she says, "let's get out of here."

REYNA

It's different when Piper seems to actually want to be with her. Half the time Reyna isn't sure if Piper merely tolerates her for the sex or if Piper really wants her around. The fact that Piper is actually holding Reyna's hand is blowing her mind a little bit, and she's finding herself a little worried for the disappointment she would feel when the reality of the situation hit Piper and she pulls her hand away.

"So," says Reyna, "your place or mine?"

"Pretty sure we already agreed on mine, Reyna," laughs Piper, and, oh my god, is she SKIPPING?! Reyna's pretty sure that that's the moment she realizes she will never understand fully the elusive Piper McLean.

"Slow down!" exclaims Reyna, laughing. "I don't think I can keep up!" She's a little tipsy and a little giggly and she forgot about how nice it felt to just let it all go. For once in her life she doesn't have a practice on a Saturday morning (the coach has a meeting to go to and decided that they weren't going to have one of their weekend conditioning sessions, hallelujah) and she gets to take a beautiful girl home and maybe that beautiful girl will stay the night for once. That's what's been getting to her about Piper. She never stays.

"Reyna," whines Piper, "you need to open the door. My ID won't unlock it."

Reyna's been lost in thought for so long that she didn't even realize they made it all the way to her hall. She swipes her card and walks in, showing her card to the desk attendant as she walks in and, hand in hand, walks with Piper up the stairs.

The second she unlocks her room, Piper attacks her lips, and it's so startling that Reyna falls against the door.

"What in the –"

"Not right now?" Piper asks. "Oops. Sorry."

Reyna blinks through the confusion briefly. "No, I mean. Not bad. Yes now." She blinks. "Sorry, I –"

"I think you're drunker than either of us realized," Piper says, grinning. "Do you want to lie down for a few minutes?"

"No," says Reyna, "I think I just need a little water. There's a case under my bed. Could you get it?"

Piper drops to her knees and looks under the bed, rolling unnecessarily to get the water and hands it dramatically to Reyna. "For you, dehydrated boogie fever dancing lady."

"Me?" asks Reyna. "I wasn't the one tearing up the dance floor like you were. You should take a water, too."

"I don't want to steal your water."

"Take a water, Piper."

Looking a little cowed, Piper gets another bottle of water from underneath Reyna's bed and opens it, sipping it lightly until Reyna says, "If you don't finish that bottle I'm going to kick you in the teeth."

Piper tilts her head back and starts chugging the water like she's in a competition, and for a brief second Reyna gets nervous that she's going to choke. Then she realizes that Piper's an adult and doesn't need to be monitored while she drinks freaking water.

Reyna got weirdly maternal when drunk.

After both of them finish up their waters and they play a game of "whose high school had stupider teachers," Reyna's mind clears fully and she reaches under the bed for a second bottle of water.

Piper, on the other hand, curls up on Reyna's bed.

"What are you doing?" Reyna asks, holding back a laugh.

"Lying on your bed," Piper replies, "what, is this not enough of a hint?"

Reyna sighs dramatically, leaning back in her chair. "Well, I was seriously considering working on some homework –"

The horrified look on Piper's face was good enough to be worth the stupid joke. "I'm kidding!" Reyna laughs. "Holy crap, did you think I was serious? Of course I'm, not going to be doing homework! It's the middle of the night!"

"Oh, and the fact that a beautiful, half naked woman is stretched out on your bed isn't reason enough to forsake the homework?"

Reyna, pretty sure she must be missing something, looks back at Piper and, yep, she's still fully clothed.

"Piper, you're still wearing everything you had on when we got here."

"Not for long!" In a strangely graceful motion, Piper rips off her coat, leather pants and tee shirt in a few practiced moves. "Alright. Now I'm mostly naked and lying on your bed. What are you going to do about it now?"

There's not much Reyna can say in response. She makes her way over to the bed and, fully clothed, leans over Piper. "What do you think I'm going to do?" she asks quietly, and she sees Piper's eyes go dark with lust. She likes that look. It makes Piper look even better than usual.

"Whatever you want to do," Piper says quietly, and Reyna realizes that Piper's letting her take the lead for once. And Reyna loves it.

She slowly kisses Piper, a soft, shallow, almost chaste kiss, and she pulls away when Piper starts to deepen it. "Uh-uh," Reyna admonishes, "did I say you could take control? Because you asked me what I was going to do, and now I'm going to do it." Reyna's not exactly sure where this all is coming from, but it felt kind of right and kind of fun, and she liked how Piper looked beneath her.

"Okay," says Piper, eyes locked on Reyna's

Reyna smiles and kisses her again, drawing a stripe across the seam of Piper's lips, prompting her to open them and Reyna slides her tongue into Piper's mouth, feeling instead of hearing Piper's moan. Reyna lets her hands drift down to Piper's chest. She takes Piper's breasts in her hands and massages them lightly enough that Piper's pushing her chest into her hands, wordlessly begging for more. Reyna doesn't give it to her.

"Oh, come on," says Reyna, "you're not allowed to try and make me do stuff when I'm supposed to be in control. Aren't there rules about this kind of stuff?"

Piper makes some sort of muffled, silly noise that otherwise Reyna would ignore, but she breaks away from Piper's lips and stares at her. "What is up with you?"

"Why aren't we fucking yet?" whines Piper. "Are you trying to kill me? Come on, let's get it going, you jerk."

"You are ridiculously impatient, babe," says Reyna with an eye roll, and she realizes this is the first time either of them has ever used a nickname. With a single glance from Piper she realizes it's something that can be completely overlooked as long as both of them continue what they are doing without a missed beat.

Reyna lowers her lips back onto Piper's and kisses her slowly, even though she knows that Piper would probably be more interested in having this over and done with quickly. Reyna wants to make Piper yell and moan and thrash again, and the only way she can make her do that the right way is by making her want it.

And making Piper beg is something that she'd like to do.

Reyna breaks her lips from Piper's and moves down Piper's neck, kissing gently and lightly until she grazes her teeth down to the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. Reyna feels Piper shiver against her.

"See?" says Reyna. "You've taught me well. I can figure this out all on my own, just you wait and see."

Piper's only response is a long, drawn out moan without words.

Reyna will never get enough of drawing that moan out of Piper, but there's no way in hell she's settling for just that tonight. Tonight, she wants begging, pleading.

She slides her hands down to Piper's thighs and brushes her fingers against them.

"Stop teasing me," murmurs Piper, and her eyes are shut firmly, like she's trying to focus on nothing but what's happening.

"Or what?" Reyna asks quietly, trailing her fingers closer and closer to Piper's center, but never coming anywhere near where Piper wants it. Piper's hips keep shifting and moving, trying to force Reyna's hands to get where she wants them, but Reyna's not having any of it. "Come on, Piper," she encourages, hands sliding back up to brush at Piper's nipples. Piper whines lightly, "tell me what you want."

"I want – want you t-to stop…" Her sentence trails off.

"Okay," says Reyna, moving her hands. "If that's what you want."

"You suck," moans Piper, "that's not what I meant."

"Then tell me."

"Stop making me talk."

"Well you're not explaining anything to me. How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me?" Reyna laughs a little bit, running her lips along the shell of Piper's ear, "I already know what you want," she whispers, feeling a shudder run up and down Piper's body, "I just want to hear you say it."

"Fuck me," moans Piper, "for the fucking love of god, just fuck me."

"All you had to do," Reyna says, moving her hands down Piper's body and sliding a finger inside her, "was ask."

Piper's back arches with Reyna's first movement of her finger in and out, and a string of nonsense (though she thinks she catches the phrase "holy banana hammock" for whatever inexplicable reason) runs rapidly from Piper's lips. Reyna would never admit it, but seeing Piper like this, seeing her roll and writhe because of what Reyna's doing to her, seeing her moan and gasp and curse from Reyna's actions, it turns Reyna on more than anything else ever has.

Piper's muttering and moaning again and Reyna can tell she's almost there, almost done, but the fact that it's no longer words, it's just quiet sounds and flailing arms.

So Reyna stops moving.

"Are you fucking KIDDING me?!" Piper yells at the top of her lungs. Piper sits up and glares at Reyna from where she's kneeling at the foot of her bed. "What are you doing?"

"Messing with you."

Piper groans, annoyed this time instead of aroused, and her head slams back on Reyna's pillow. "I fucking hate you."

"You do not."

"I definitely do."

"You do not," says Reyna, trailing her fingers up Piper's calves.

"I actually do and I'm never speaking to you again."

Reyna laughs. "You're in my bed."

"And I'm not leaving until you get me off, you useless excuse for a one night stand."

Reyna's laugh turns into an uproarious holler and she leans forward to kiss Piper. She ducks out of the way.

"Nope," says Piper. "No kisses, stupid."

Reyna rolls her eyes. "You're no fun."

"I'm very fun," says Piper, "you're the one who sucks."

"Are we doing this again?" Reyna sighs.

"Until I get my orgasm, I'm going to be as annoying as you are."

With an intentionally Piper-esque dramatic groan, Reyna grabs Piper's legs and half drags her closer to the edge of the bed.

"What are you –"

"Shut up and let me get you off so you can stop complaining," says Reyna. She kneels at the side of the bed, pulling Piper close enough to her so that she can drag her tongue from Piper's thigh into her hot center. Piper sighs, a new sound straight from the back of her throat. Reyna continues moving firmly against Piper, and she loves the way her name sounds when Piper's gasping it over and over again. It's never sounded better, it's never sounded more beautiful, and it's so much better than when she hears her teammates call her last name on the lacrosse field. There's something about what Piper sounds like when she's like this that takes her the absolute hell down, and when Piper's heels press against Reyna's shoulders as she comes, Reyna feels like she's finally doing something she considers worthwhile.

Piper probably wouldn't enjoy being called something Reyna does that's worthwhile, but hell, it's true.

Reyna exhales and sits on the bed again. "How was that?" Reyna asks. She giggles as Piper fights to speak and stares at her blankly for a little while.

"Jesus," says Piper. Reyna, frankly, is surprised she's able to speak after all the noise she had been making. "Get a little alcohol in you and you become a freaking dominatrix."

Reyna giggles from where she lay and looks over at Piper. There's something about how Piper's hair is making a halo around her head on top of Reyna's pillow, the way her usually startling eyes are shut, lashes fanning across Piper's cheekbones, that makes Reyna wonder why she called her "babe" earlier that night and makes her want to call her babe every night from here on out.

"What are we doing?" Reyna asks.

"Hmm?"asks Piper, her drowsy eyes slowly opening. "Sorry, I didn't hear you, I was too busy reliving the past couple of hours. Say it again?"

Reyna shakes her head, half glad that she can pretend the question never came out of her mouth and half disappointed that her opportunity and moment of bravery was rendered null and void. "Nothing," she says, "something just stupid."

"You know what's stupid?" says Piper, the blinding stupor finally fading from her eyes. "It's stupid that you haven't gotten off yet."

"Oh, you don't have to –"

"But I want to," says Piper. "And you need it. I know how much it sucks when one person blows their load and yours isn't even taken care of yet."

Reyna raises an eyebrow. "Been on that end a lot?"

"Shut up and let me get you off."

Piper's quick and efficient and her fingers have Reyna moaning a little too loudly into a pillow only a couple of minutes after she starts. Normally that wouldn't be enough for Reyna, but she's been so worked up as she'd been working on Piper that she comes easily and quickly.

She finds herself falling slowly to sleep as Piper's yawning next to her, and before she knows it, Piper's cuddling up behind her.

"Goodnight," she says to Piper, but she's already sound asleep.

Reyna can't keep herself from smiling a little when she realizes just how quickly Piper fell asleep against her. She has a feeling there's going to be some sort of repercussion about how much has happened tonight, something about how Piper totally never wanted to sleep in Reyna's bed for too long or how Piper is usually so much more hardcore and fuck everything than the girl who spoons with cuddling, but she doesn't want to think about it tonight.

Tonight, she just wants to relive calling Piper pet names and that moment she realizes that she's halfway in love with this bonehead.

PIPER

She's sitting on a movie set with her dad and a llama eating soup. The llama is lecturing her about not doing her musical entropy essay on time, and Piper's trying to explain to the llama that she wasn't assigned to do that paper and instead was supposed to do a thesis on the connection between turkey hands in kindergarten and future monopoly addiction.

Reyna pops up beside her dressed in a unicorn outfit and smiles at her. Piper pulls Reyna into her lap.

"See, Dr. Llama?" she says. "This is my proof about the turkey hands. She's positively addicted to monopoly."

"I'm not addicted to monopoly," Reyna disagrees, and Piper glares at her. Piper knows she's not addicted to monopoly – neither is Piper – but for everything to go the way that will prove Piper's thesis, they both have to be addicted to monopoly.

"I'm not buying it," says Tristan McLean. "The Monopoly game – I won't buy it until they replace the railroads with airports. It's just not logical anymore."

"Don't say that to Annabeth," says Piper, "she'll be very upset about railroad rights if you tell her that what used to be important isn't important anymore."

Piper suddenly realizes she's dreaming and tries to kick herself awake. For some reason, knowing that Annabeth hates trains is the only reason she can realize it's a dream.

The moment she wakes up, she keeps her eyes shut. She feels around blindly for a second, gripping the pillow to her, and then she remembers.

This isn't her bed.

Piper rolls over and blinks herself awake, throwing her arm around –

Nothing.

She sits up and gazes around, and realizes that, for the first time, she slept all night in Reyna's bed. Oh, my god, she's sleeping in Reyna's bed. In daylight. There's morning light outside and she's sleeping. Oh no.

"Good morning, Sir Sleeps-a-Lot," calls Reyna from her desk. "Never thought you were going to wake up. I figured my extraordinary skills knocked you out for a full eight hours. You don't have Friday classes, do you?"

Piper shakes her head, still a little foggy on everything that was happening. "No, I don't. What time is it?"

"Ten-thirty."

Piper stares at Reyna for a few seconds, convinced that Reyna fully dressed and recently showered, by the look of it has to be kidding. "Ten thirty?" Piper exclaims. "It's only ten thirty?" She drops back onto Reyna's pillow. "Fuck this, I'm going back to sleep."

"In my bed?" Reyna asks, and Piper can tell she's trying to hide a smile.

"Oh, shut up, it's just because it's convenient." Piper goes to shut her eyes, but then she spots something on Gwen's desk. "Oh my god, did you already do laundry?!"

Reyna shrugs. "I was up at eight – I'm used to it for practices, and I wake up early even on the off season."

Piper stares at the pile. "Jesus, you're like the most productive person I've ever met. What – wait a second." Piper leans out of Reyna's bed to get a better look. "Oh, my god, is that my Spiderman tank top from a few weeks ago?"

Reyna looks over and shrugs. "Looks like it."

"Why the fuck did you clean it?"

"Because it was in my room and I wanted to clean this place up," she says nonchalantly. Piper's halfway exploding – how is she so casual about this? Laundry's something you do with, like the person you're marrying, not the person you're study-break banging. "I was planning on getting it back to you soon just…Last night took a detour."

Piper's sitting up, not even caring that, at some point during the night, she'd thrown on one of Reyna's oversized lacrosse themed tee shirts (it was getting cold at the start of October – that's all) "What the fuck?!"

"Why do you even care?"

"Because my clothing does not belong in your laundry!" Piper exclaims. "That's – it probably smells like you now."

"Oh, and that's a bad thing?" Reyna asks.

"No!" replies Piper. "Yes! I don't know."

"It was ugly and annoying me and I wanted it out of my bed!" Reyna says, an angry, frustrated flush painting itself across her cheeks, but she still wasn't looking at Piper.

"Why was it in your bed?!" Piper exclaims.

"Why are YOU in my bed?!" Reyna exclaims right back, and she finally, finally, slams that book down on her desk.

"Because I was sleeping until you decided to…"

"Decided to what? You woke up on your own, you idiot!"

Piper flops face first down into Reyna's bed.

"You are not allowed to drama queen in my bed!" Reyna exclaims. "That is not okay! Do that on the floor, you lunatic."

Piper muffles something about how much she hates people and then rolls right out of bed onto Reyna's purple peace sign carpet. "You suck," Piper grumbles. "And your carpet smells like feet."

"Gee, I wonder why," says Reyna.

"I hate you so much," says Piper. She sits up and gets back into Reyna's bed. "I'm going back to bed."

"Again," says Reyna, turning back to her work, "that's my bed."

"Well you're not in it, so right now it's my bed."

Reyna stares at her for a second, debating whether this was a good idea, and then puts down her homework and gets into bed next to Piper. "There," she says, "problem solved."

"You're sitting on my hand."

"Your problem."

Piper rolls her eyes and Reyna fights back a smile. "You totally did all of that to get me to come into bed, didn't you."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did – mmph." Reyna interrupts Piper with a well placed, well timed kiss, and moves so that Piper can get her arm back. As if on instinct, Piper reaches up to pull Reyna closer.

"Maybe it was on purpose," says Piper, "I'll never tell you whether or not it was." She pulls Reyna back down on top of her. Piper's hands slide up the back of Reyna's shirt and -

That's when the door opens.