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She ushers the blonde into their bedroom, in a continued rage from their son's school, during the car ride and now throughout the apartment.
"He's lucky he got off with a 3 day suspension," the brunette states, glad that they don't have to find a new school for their son.
She removes her hair elastic and places it in the little box on their bureau.
"Lucky," she scoffs, "are you justifying this?!," she slams the lid of the box shut.
"Not at all," she says calmly, "I'm just saying, we know more than anyone, that the systems are fucked, so he could've very easily been expelled Piper."
"That other fucking kid should've been expelled! Our son has to spend the next four years with that piece of shit!" She takes off her belt and throws it across the room. Alex watches her rage. "That boy hurt my baby," she says short of a sob.
"Our baby broke another child's bones Pipes. His family could be pressing charges, leaving us responsible for medical bills."
"I cannot believe you're being like this!"
"I could slam doors and throw shit like you, but at the end of the day, what does that do?" Piper slumps down onto their bed in frustration, her face is cradled in her hand.
"Look babe, the only reason he's not being expelled is because other kids spoke up and said they heard other remarks from this kid for weeks, and then one saw him apply physical force toward Jamie first. So isn't it..."
Her face comes up, "exactly! So what was he supposed to do? Just let this kid harass and physically abuse him? He did what he had to do."
"He didn't tell anyone. And I was going to say, isn't it a bigger deal that other kids were willing to come out from the shadows and speak up on his behalf? What does that say about him? Would you rather have a kid who's gonna throw a punch when he feels there's injustice or hopefully now, think twice about the way he manages future issues and knows he has backup?"
Piper exhales and rolls her eyes.
"It blows babe, I'm not saying I agree with how everything was managed. I wish they'd removed that kid from school if for nothing else, to set a precedent, and show that this wont be tolerated, but that's too idealistic and the world doesn't work like that. Pragmatically, the situation is handled, if there's further incident, I'm confident that he'll go about it differently. He'll grow from this."
"I feel like im not protecting him."
She nods, "it's one of the worst feelings." She knows it all too well. "But like you said, at least he's passionate about promoting the greater good instead of defending hate. How did that happen, huh?" She nudges her wife, finally absorbing the fact that he inherited both her passion and Piper's need to escalate situations of injustice.
"Yeah, winner," she says with sarcasm but forces a smirk with pride. -
He grumbles as he's woken up, foolish to have thought he'd have a three day vacation, alone at home, instead of being forced to go help his mother at her shop.
He's virtually smothered by Polly who dotes over the minor healing scratches along his cheek bone. He revels in the attention, and loves being overly catered to by his aunt, as she's right in the middle of suffering from empty nest syndrome.
Throughout the morning, with Jamie helping with the manual labor she usually does, she uses the time to go over the last two weeks revenue. Her phone pings with a message from Alex,
"What's doin? He still sulking?"
"He's helping me with boxes. Would it be terrible to pull him from school daily to help me lift this stuff all the time?"
"Might be frowned upon."
"Formal education is kind of overrated."
"Agreed."
A momentary delay and another text from Alex, "you think you could get away from work for a bit?"
"Yeah it's not busy. Wanna meet up for lunch?"
"Mmm, for Piper prix fixe?"
"Huh?"
"I want you for lunch."
"Riiiiight."
"Forget you then."
"Are you serious?"
"I might have come home early in hopes to convince you to join me."
"Alex lol"
"Just thinking of how hot you looked this morning in your little blue panties."
"You're so full of shit."
"Full of something else."
"You were awake when I was getting dressed?"
"Awake enough to get an eyeful to last me the rest of the day."
"Why didn't you say anything then?!"
"Was tired."
"But you're not now?"
"Laying on my stomach, tracing my finger across your pillow. Wishing I was tracing something else. Making you scream my name."
"I'm not a screamer."
"You keep telling yourself that sweetheart."
"::rolls eyes:: Seriously though are you home? Bc if I get there and you're not there, I'm gonna be pissed."
She sends a screen shot of squinted eyes, her bottom lip is bitten, she's lying across Piper's pillow.
Shit, she swears to herself. "How about one a little lower?," she texts.
"Like what you see?"
"C'mon! Hurry up," she sends back looking over her shoulder.
A pic of her wife's cleavage fills her screen.
"OMFG. That's just wrong! What bra are you wearing that's making them look like that?!"
Another picture pops up, the brunette's arms are stretched over her head to get a full body shot. And she's done.
"JAMIE!?," she calls down to the basement of the store. He trudges up the stairs a minute later."I need to go meet mom for lunch, I want you stay here and help aunt Polly."
"Um, I need lunch too, hello? Child labor laws."
She rummages through her bag and gives him some money, "pay for aunt Polly, I'll be back in an hour...or so."
"I'm coming," she texts.
"Already? I'm trying to hold out here. That's just rude to go ahead and do it without me."
"The hilarity ensues. What are you doing right now?"
"Playing with my tits."
"::slaps hands away::"
"Just kidding, I'm waiting for you, fucking hurry up."
"Are you wet?"
"Lemme check."
A moment later, a new pic of wet fingers.
"This is making me incredibly horny, what the hell?"
Gotta keep it fresh."
"I'll be home in 15 minutes. Getting on the subway."
"Can't promise I'll last that long."
"Keep your hands out of your pants! 15 minutes."
Piper walks at the fastest pace she can without running up her block and into the elevator. When she unlocks the first lock, she hears the second lock a second after, and a pale arm reaches from the behind the door to pull her in, the door slams shut. The brunette pins her against the wall, her hands, along with Piper's, start stripping the blonde, her jean jacket is discarded, her top off is pealed off, before they make it out of the entry way. Piper tries to push her away slightly so she can see whatever clothing remains on her wife's body, matching mauve underwear garments lined with black lace.
The brunette's lips ravage the blonde's as she guides her back toward their bedroom. Alex unbuttons Piper's slacks, her hand grazes her stomach, and rests along her special order. She moans into Piper's mouth, carefully pushing the blonde backwards further into their apartment, using the wall as her guide, careful to not have her toes stepped on by the blonde's heels.
Piper's head shakes back and forth, "kitchen," she pants, as it's closer, and she wont make it to the bedroom at the rate the brunette's fingers are moving in between her folds.
She helps the blonde hop onto the counter, Piper shifts back and forth to get her blue panties and slacks down her legs, she shakes her legs, to rid her pants, but her shoes block them.
"Leave them," Alex grunts, as she drops to her knees and pulls the clothing wrapped around Piper's ankles, over her head, letting the blonde's legs rest over her shoulders. She pulls Piper by her thighs until her ass just barely hangs over the edge. She wastes no time, lapping up the wetness that's already gathered between her wife's legs. Her hands squeeze Piper's ass, she catches a bit of their reflection in the door of the microwave, she smirks and continues.
The blonde steadies herself, she reaches up and holds onto the door of their kitchen cabinet, her other hand grips the brunette's shoulder, and slides it upward, to cup the back of her neck, she pulls her closer. Her hips rock against the counter and her wife's mouth that ravages her.
"Fuck Alex, right there, don't move."
Piper brings her hands down to grip the edge of the counter, getting closer as Alex moans with the thrust of her hips.
"Allll-" she feels everything rush to core, her face gets warm, her thighs tighten, when she feels the last swipe of her wife's tongue against her silt, "lexxx," she whimpers.
The brunette plants small kisses along her inner thighs before kissing the blonde's lower abs and makes a trail to the center of her breasts.
"What're you doing tomorrow for lunch?"
"Hmmhmm," the brunette laughs quickly under her breath.
Piper hops down from the counter and secures her pants while Alex stands up, wiggling her eyebrows at the "after-sex" Piper. The blonde's hands push her wife's breasts upwards, she massages them gently for a moment before unfastening the clasp behind her back. the brunette takes Piper's hand and starts leading her to the livingroom when the blonde pulls her back, and raises her hands above her head. She presses Alex into the refrigerator door, the chill of the metal, causes the brunette to come forward from the cool contact. Piper's eyes are heavy with lust, her weight goes into the brunette's wrists, she kisses her hard, fighting the brunette for dominance. The brunette once again tries to move into another room, when Piper continues to press her back against the metal door.
"Saucy," the brunette teases.
The full length of Piper's body leans into her, she feels the blonde start to work at the space below her ear lobe, her head tilts back slightly, granting her more access. She feels Piper's teeth drag along her neck before taking her flesh between her teeth and sucking hard.
"Easy Pipes," she says pulling away slightly, but this only encourages the blonde to work harder, determined to mark her. "Jesus," she says, her knees start to weaken. The blonde places her knee between her wife's to stabilize her, as she feels her starting to melt downward. She lowers a hand from the brunette's wrists and lets it linger by the waistband of Alex's underwear, tugging it in different directions teasingly causing the brunette to sink deeper. She feels her hip bones dig against the waist of her pants, her body writhes with need but she doesn't ask, she reads it in the sultry gaze behind the thick black frames. She roughly slips her hand against the brunette's moist center, and drags her fingers along her slit. With coated fingers, she slowly eases in, she curls her fingers toward herself and beckons repeatedly. The brunette hooks her arm around the blonde's neck, easing Piper's lips back to the place against her neck. Piper slowly begins working at her neck once again, knowing her knees could give out at any moment. She feels the brunette shake against her hand, she adds her thumb against her clit and moves it in circles, causing the brunette to lean forward, moaning without caution in her volume. "I'm gonna cum," she releases, her eyes are shut tight, her breath is jagged.
"Hey, show don't tell," she mumbles against the brunette's now rosy collarbone, she nips her skin gently, causing the brunette to open her eyes.
Her remaining arm, relaxes over Piper's shoulder, she fully leans into the blonde's thrusts as she comes hard against the blonde's hand. She lowers her hand down to Piper's wrist and slowly eases her wife's wet fingers from within. Piper paints the brunette's torso, she flashes her a crooked smile.
"Lunch was awesome, thanks," she says placing her forehead against the brunette's. She kisses Alex slowly, taking her time. "I wish I didn't have to go back to work."
"Yeah, I'm not going back."
"That's not fair, I have to get Jamie."
"Well luckily, you know where I live."
"I'll try to remember the fastest route back," she says while pulling her shirt on over her head and smoothing out the fabric.
"Mmm. What do you want for dinner?"
"Rhetorically or literally?"
"Actual food, compose yourself."
"Mid-day romp and you're going to cook for me? To what do I owe such luxuries?"
"The possibility of another go tomorrow, same time same place. I might just call out, less suspicious."
Piper shakes her head and opens their front door. The brunette tucks behind it, and pecks her quick before she shuts the door.
"But I don't wanna bother him if he's busy," he says to Polly as he stocks the top of shelf with less popular bottles of body gel. He tries his best to make them into straight lines.
"You won't be bothering him, and if hes too busy, he'll tell you. He tells me everyday."
"You call him everyday?," he says teasingly.
"Just to make sure he's alive, otherwise I'd never hear from him."
"When's he coming home?"
"Well we're going up there for parents weekend next week, but then he'll be home for Thanksgiving. You wanna come up with us? I'm sure he'd be more thrilled to see you anyway," she says with a small smile.
He shrugs his shoulders, "what are you gonna do?"
"Not sure, theres a schedule with events going on. Should be nice, just want to see him and catch up."
As Piper comes back, she's gnawing on a cheese stick she grabbed from the house. They pay it no mind, as she chucks the wrapper into the trash receptacle. She helps a customer exchange a previous purchase, and she looks over the receipt, she pats her chest over the breast pocket of her shirt. Swearing she'd placed her glasses there, she asks Jamie to look over the receipt and punch the item number into the register. After the customer leaves, she states aloud,
"I cant find my glasses," she reaches on top of her head, having misplaced them numerous times in one of the most obvious places.
"You put them in your jacket pocket," he says to her.
She looks around behind the counter, and then their break room in the back, but cant find her jacket.
As they leave, and lock up outside, the breeze is cool, she shivers and once again tries to recall where she misplaced her jacket. Jamie takes off his sweatshirt, insisting he's boiling from all the grueling manual labor he was put through throughout the day. She slips it on, the sleeves are slightly too long. She wraps it around her thin frame and breathes in his smell. They pick up Harper and head home.
As they walk off the elevator, the smell of home cooking fills the corridor, and while they're happy it's coming from their home, Jamie is surprised that Alex is home, and dinner's already ready. Upon opening the door, he spots Piper's jean jacket immediately. His suspision heightens, but is confirmed when he sees the broken blood vessels along the collarbone that protrudes from the neck of his mother's old sweatshirt. His mouth drops open with disgust,
"ew, eeeew, eeeew!"
"What?," Harper asks him afraid that he's spotted some kind of insect.
"Ugh! Not only did you leave me to do more work, but ugh." He picks up Piper's jacket and tosses it in the air, "fourteen years, you managed to not ruin my life!"
Mortified as always, Piper's hands cover her eyes and run over her hair, as Alex shrugs and convinces Harper to come help her finish dinner.
Jamie sits in the back of Finn's parents' car, beside a large "NY" pizza, a large brown paper bag filled with bagels and assorted cream cheeses, and a box of Easy Mac with a bow specifically from Alex, as an ongoing joke as Finn still prefers the mac n' cheese from the blue box.
After dinner hosted by the university dining hall, Polly and Pete stay in a hotel overnight, while Finn insists that Jamie can stay with him in his dorm. After introducing Jamie to some of the kids on his floor, he disperses "the best pizza ever" out to said friends, while he and Jamie nosh on their second dinner. One of his neighbors subtlely tells Finn, from behind the pizza box, she thinks Jamie's cute.
"Well he's taken, and he's fourteen," he says ruining any attempt at this girl's discretion.
"No way? Really?, she says embarrassed, "you're really tall."
He nods in agreement shyly, "I've been told."
"His mom's are really tall," Finn casually responds.
Jamie glances over to Finn's friend to see her reaction.
"That's cool," the girl responds.
"Well I guess it only matters that one of your mom's are tall right?," Finn realizes.
"Yeah," Jamie laughs with force.
"There's a girl down our hall who has two moms, and another one that has two dads, and not to be stereotypical or anything, but her room has the best décor, hands down."
Jamie chuckles slightly.
"She's really cool, she tried to get this petition through PFLAG to make one of our bathrooms co-ed."
He's lost. He looks to Finn who shrugs his shoulders, having no idea what this girl is talking about.
"PFLAG?," he asks Finns friend.
"Yeah, 'Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays?' Essentially allies to the LGBT community. You haven't heard of it?"
"Just because he has two moms, doesn't mean his wardrobe is decked in rainbows, okay?"
"I've gone to Pride once or twice? And Provincetown?," he offers his allegiance to the LGBT side of his mothers' world.
"You don't have to defend your involvement," she says, "I bet there's an organization in your school."
"I don't think there is. I'm still kind of new I just started, so I'm not sure. And if there was, I didn't know what PFLAG was, so I haven't paid attention," he shrugs.
"It's cool J, I didn't either."
"So a co-ed bathroom?," Jamie clarifies.
"Yeah, Finn's friend adds, "so if you don't identify as one gender or you're transitioning, you don't have to feel like you're forced into a gender specific bathroom."
He nods, "but anyone can go in?"
"Yeah," she laughs, seeing where his adolescent mind has gone, "Finn, are all your friends from home filthy? Your mother seems like such a polite woman."
"Hey, the kid's not blind, you're telling him a naked girl can just go waltzing by the same bathroom and this is acceptable, what do you expect?"
She exhales, "there are stalls," she tells Jamie, bursting his bubble.
"Well, that's no fun," Finn remarks.
Jamie laughs, while texting Lauren, "have you ever heard of PFLAG?"