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With his hand in her hand, Piper walks Jamie over and confirms he was actually invited for dinner at the neighbors house, before setting her hopes on anything greater than thirty minutes alone with her wife. They invite her and Alex to join them as well but she asks for a raincheck, while she thinks about her other raincheck that's probably slick with suds waiting for her in their outdoor shower. She ends up inviting them over for the following night, the boys share their approval with resounding, "yes's!," and talk excitedly about having dinner at Jamie's tomorrow.
Piper helps him settle into one of the chairs at their kitchen table and kisses him goodbye. She looks up and sees a pack of Smirnoff's chilling on the top shelf of their refrigerator,
"I hate to be rude but can I trouble you for two of those? We're out of everything."
She's handed two cold bottles, and promises to find the nicest bottle of wine she can find for their pending dinner the following night. She exits at almost a run, making her way across the path toward her house. She finally goes to the back deck to find Alex under the conical spray of the outdoor shower. She passes her the drinks, and places the two towels stacked in her arms down on the bench before fastening the little metal lock through the latch near the door with slow precision. The brunette cackles as she watches the blonde strip down at lightening speed, before throwing her arms behind Alex's neck, her wrists go slack as she presses the full length of her body against the brunette. The blonde hangs onto her and slowly slides her sex down the length of Alex's long leg, just needing some contact for a breif moment to ease the ache between her own thighs. Alex cups the back of the blonde's neck and pulls her close, kissing her roughly, separating their lips only to keep up with her breathing. Piper pulls back slightly, the brunette leans forward trying not to break contact.
"Bend down," Piper commands.
"I love it when you tell me what to do," she says slowly getting to her knees on the shower floor, her eyes gaze at the underside of Piper's breasts.
"No, further, sit your ass back onto your ankles," she says pushing her back slightly. Alex complies, and Piper slips a foot between her legs and pushes them further apart, while raking the dark hair back away from her wife's face. The brunette looks slightly confused, but goes with it, the water pounds steadily at her back. Piper reaches a hand back behind herself and pulls a turquoise suction cup dildo from between the towels. She bends down at eye level with the brunette and looks into her eyes naughtily, with her tongue in her cheek. Alex looks back into her, aroused at her deviousness. Piper reaches her hand low, her ideas for any foreplay aren't needed, as she makes contact with Alex's hot sex. She parts the brunette's lips, and eases the turquoise toy in until its almost completely out of sight. She looks into Alex's eyes as she bites down on her lip trying to hold back her moans.
"Open your mouth, I want to hear it all," she says pressing her forehead against the brunette, hooking her finger and pulling down the brunette's lip. She kisses her hard and lowers her hand from the brunette's mouth, settling it on her waist, while continuing to steadily ease the turquoise toy in and out.
"Uhhh," the brunette moans in a way that is organically Alex.
She pulls it out, "you fucking tease," Alex complains, while Piper grasps her head and points it toward the ground. She firmly adheres the suction cup to the floor of the shower, and bends the dildo back slightly, leaving a single hand on Alex's hip and helps her ease on, before rising to her feet.
Alex grabs Piper behind her thigh and drapes it over her shoulder while taking a long lick of the blonde's cunt. Between the agonizingly long wait time and the alcohol lowering any reserve, Piper's moan of satisfaction let her know this wasn't going to take long. Piper's wet body shook as she got closer. She pressed the heel of her foot into the brunette's back, pulling her closer and deeper between her legs. While Alex was stuck in place, the blonde's hips worked harder, dancing up and down to wildly fuck Alex's face. Alex grinned into her sex for a moment as Piper started whimpering the way she did, with little breaths escaping in between, she knew those noises very well.
She grabbed onto Alex's shoulders as the brunette sucked away at her clit. She felt Alex go up and down, riding the toy secured to the ground, each time she went up, the thigh that was hooked onto the brunette's shoulder stretched her further, but the hurt was minimal in comparison of how badly she wanted to cum. Her leg started to shake underneath her, and Alex held her steady with one hand on the back of her thigh, while the other grazed the blonde's soaked sex in a straight line sending her over the edge. The blonde splayed her hands against the wall, steadying herself for just a moment before she got down on her knees and eased the brunette off the dildo, wanting to finish her off. She kneaded the soft flesh of the brunette's ass with her hands before hooking her leg over her shoulder like her wife just had, she slipped two fingers inside, and licked her in slow circles.
"Faster," she grunted out, she needed to cum now. Without hesitation, the blonde's tongue worked faster, though messily, between the water of the shower and Alex's soaked cunt, she just tried to keep contact. She felt Alex grab a fistful of her hair and pull her as close as she could to her sex as she closed her eyes, bucked against her face, grunting only once, before letting her go. She opened her eyes and looked down at the blonde, still on her knees, smiling up at her proud.
"Fucking hell," she said leaning her back against the wall. She reached up and pressed her hand against the shower head spraying Piper below her,
"well isn't this convenient for clean up?"
Piper clamored up beside her, giddy like a school girl. She squeezed some shower gel into her hand, rubbed it into a lather and coated the brunette's body, admiring the suds as they rinsed down her pale, but gently sun kissed, flesh. Eventually they sat on the bench to the side of the shower, wrapped in towels, not wanting to get up.
"So, if we haven't scared them away with our nature calls, I invited the neighbors over for dinner tomorrow night."
Dinner the following night went off without a hitch, if they were heard, the neighbors hadn't made it obvious. Their last evening was spent taking a walk down a neighboring beach. The tall grass of the dunes blew north, as the wind that swept off the ocean coated their skin, sending goosebumps all over their bodies. Piper zips up Jamie's sweatshirt while he sits down to start digging a hole. Alex fixes Piper's hoodie over her head and pulls the strings hard so that all that's visible are her nose, mouth and chin. Taking advantage of her blindness, Alex kisses her on the nose before playfully running her tongue across the blonde's lips and pulls her to the ground. She loosens the hood around Piper's face, the blonde leans into her, running a hand up and down the brunette's leg. Alex wraps an arm around the blonde's shivering shoulders and pulls her closer, sniffing her hair, and takes in the scent that is uniquely Piper. The blonde's fingers intertwine with hers, she always loved how her hand fit into hers, the missing piece to her puzzle. She completed her, it was simply kismet.
They enter the lobby of their building and collect the week's worth of mail from the behind the little silver door of their mailbox. They unlock their front door and the smell of lavendar, mixed with honeysuckle slams them in the face: the smell of home. The large stack of envelopes gets plopped onto the mail table, they promise to sort through it in the next few days. Relaxation is still the priority after a week long rest on the beach. The luggage that smells of salt water, is unpacked and put away, its contents added to the ever growing laundry pile, that can wait too. The electronics get plugged back in, clothes are replaced by pajamas, the night grows deeper, novels are cracked open, their eyes grow heavy as sleep overtakes them.
Alex looks over her list of things she wanted to accomplish over the summer. About half of them got done, she acknowledges, Bryant Park Summer Series is still on her list. Piper mentioned wanting to catch an outdoor movie like they used to, she'd completely forgotten about it. She scrambles for the schedule, tonight's the last night, Singing in the Rain, she reads, perfect.
"Pipes?," her voice dances down the hall.
Their tote is packed for the outdoor screening in the park. They decide to walk despite their son's protest against taking his stroller, as it's "for babies" and try to avoid accumulating more things to tow as they know one of them will end up carrying him the majority of the way. As expected after about five blocks, the little adult stretches his arms up toward Piper to be lifted up. She cradles him against her hip and he tucks his head against her shoulder, looking up occasionally to investigate the louder noises that break through the constant bustle. About ten blocks later, she says he's too heavy and he switches onto Alex's back. Every now and then she pinches his ankle, causing him to lift his face from her back and giggle, "stop it, mama."
They set up camp on a patch of grass on the lawn, lean back and allow themselves to be taken back to the 20's. Jamie stands up in excitement every now and then, standing between their shoulders, he watches the couple kiss on the doorstep,
"is she the love of his life?," he asks loudly pointing to the screen.
"Shhhh," Piper presses her index to her lips giggling. She pulls him onto her lap and nods, "yes."
Her fingers dance out the score along with Kelly's melodic tapping, to the self titled hit, against her son's leg that's now bent in her lap. He leans back against her while Alex watches him absorb her love of the musical arts before she rests her own head down on Piper's other thigh. He lasts the whole movie, finally dozing as they descend the subway steps to the local 1 train in Times Square. Alex wraps his legs around her waist before sitting alongside Piper. The blonde tilts her head down and closes her eyes against the brunette's lithe shoulder, the brunette catches their reflection in the glass of the opposite window. Her gaze breaks and notices someone stare at them just for a moment before softly smiling and returning to their book. She looks down at her boy, and notes that despite the air conditioning that pumps through the cart chilling his legs, his forehead is moist, wetting the edges of his hair. She longs for the days where he lay snugly against her chest in his Moby wrap while they took their journey home.
The following evening, the light from the office lamp buzzes. They sort through a stack of envelopes, mostly which are bills. Piper sits at the desk, while Alex sits cross-legged on the floor with papers scattered around her. Piper slides her finger underneath the adhesive flap and scans over a bill that's close to a thousand dollars for sperm storage,
"what the hell is this?," she asks, her voice raised as she pivots the chair, throwing the paper at Alex. The brunette's grey-green eyes quickly dart over the bill, the storage expires for this year at the end of the month, she takes note.
"Have you been paying for this behind my back?," Piper asks her in shock.
"It's just one payment every year," she tries to brush it off and continues looking through other papers on the floor.
"I thought you took care of this three years ago Alex." Her mouth re-opens to speak but it takes her a moment to find her words, "you know what we could've done with that money?"
"You didn't even know the money was gone," the brunette replies raising her hand up slightly. Piper feels her chest tighten, "it's not the point, you lied to me."
"I didn't lie to you," she says with offense in her tone.
Jamie steps in and drapes his arms around Alex's neck from behind, "are you having a fight?"
"No!," they both answered loudly at the same time. His eyes open wide, startled.
"No," Alex said in a lower tone and kissed one of his arms, "we're not fighting. Go put on your pajamas, I'll be in your room in a minute."
Piper waited until he was out of earshot before she continued, "you lied by omission." She was about to ask why she would continue making payments on something that was never going to happen, but the answer was obvious. "It wasn't your money to make this kind of financial decision, you should've talked to me about it."
"So what's yours isn't ours?"
"You know what I mean," she came to her feet and stood over the brunette who sat so very still on the floor.
She knew she was wrong, there was no point in arguing it, "I wasn't ready to let the idea go."
Mixed emotions flipped through her stomach at her wife's words-deceit, anger, sadness. Her face tensed involuntarily, "and it's not your body that would have to go through it again," she said more irritated at the fact that Alex didnt understand the physical and emotional struggle that accompanied the desire she kept hidden for so long.
"Alright its done, just drop it. I'll call them in the morning and tell them to refund us, fuck."
"Don't even try to cop an atittude with me, I am really trying to keep my shit together here. I should be flying off the handle," she said pacing, "and I'll call them, I dont want another thousand dollar bill next year. She motioned for Alex to hand her the bill.
She tightened her grip around the paper, not wanting to let it go. She extended her arm towards Piper, and felt the blonde snatch it from her hand. She raised her arms in surrender and looked away turning her body away from the blonde. She dug her elbow into the side of her knee and let her face slump against the palm of her hand.
Piper collapses back into the chair, "why didnt you mention this before?"
Alex took a few moments before she answered, "I did," she says barely above a whisper. "When?," she said at almost a gasp.
"Years ago," she says so lowly that Piper can barely hear her.
Piper squints her eyes and shakes her head toward the back of the brunette's head. "The only time you ever mentioned, even the slightest desire to have a second baby, was when I was still pregnant with Jamie and you werent even sure then."
"Right. I told you I wanted to know our options." Her face is still turned away from Piper, her eyes fill with tears as her dream slowly crumbles away.
"So if you still wanted another one, why didn't you say anything?"
"It was never the right time."
"In four years, Alex?, " she stands up and starts pacing again, "and all this time, you never thought about voicing this to me, or put forth the idea that you could carry another baby for us."
"You know thats not an option."
"As much as this isn't for me!"
"Its not the same!," she says turning toward Piper.
"Don't shout at me," she starts to shout back and sees Alex grab her head with her hands and grips her hair tight. Piper stares down at her, seething and wanting to release her tirade, but she thinks of Alex's fear of herself, the fear she verbalized as they laid on the blanket in the park in Connecticut, and aside from the physical strain of enduring a whole pregnancy, she knew the emotional turmoil of it all, would be too much to healthily bear for the brunette.
Piper crouches down next to her and rests her hand on Alex's crossed leg, "I'm forty years old Alex," she tries to reason. "To do this all again... not only the nausea and back pain and ruining my body again but the three hour feedings, and sleep deprivation and diapers, and then potty training, and finding the right school," she continued "you'd really want to do all that again?"
The brunette's thumb comes away from her face as she shrugs her shoulder and slowly shakes her head, "no."
"I mean I wouldn't trade it for anything, I was...we were...we are...one hundred percent dedicated to him, and I just don't know if I have that in me to do it all over again. I mean could you?"
YES!, you dumb blonde, the voice inside her body screamed with heartache. I could do it all again, and again. "I guess not," she whispered.
"I mean if this was ten years ago, I might consider it, but not now."
"I get it okay? I'd be 60 when the kid would be in college," Alex grumbles.
"64," Piper quickly corrects her.
Alex glared at the blonde, before she let her shoulders sink, she looked completely broken, "you made your point."
Piper's bottom lip quivers, "I'm sorry," she says raising both of her hands and leaves Alex sitting in the center of the room, like she did the last time she couldn't bear the sight of the woman's breaking heart.