Author's Note: This chapter is rated M for Mature. You should know why.
The line for a cab or a Town Car was nearly an hour long, and Piper cursed herself for not being alert enough to get Alex's phone number the night before. All she knew was that the dark haired woman was scheduled to fly home the following day, so she assumed that meant one more night at The Ritz.
"Weather's really picking up out here," the black cab driver announced. "You lucky you got me when you did; they closing I-10 and Airline Highway in 'bout an hour."
"Is the hurricane coming ashore?" She put on her seatbelt.
"They say it's gonna hit Biloxi, but that don't mean we ain't gonna get more wind and rain," he commented, turning his windshield wipers higher. "Look at all these branches scattered on the road already. Like I said, you lucky you got me when you did. This is my last pass by the airport."
"Thank you." Piper pulled her phone out of her purse to call the hotel.
He looked at her through the rearview mirror. "What cell service you got?"
She powered on her iPhone. "Verizon, why?"
"Don't bother trying to make a call." The cabbie shook his head. "Verizon and T-Mobile are out of service. Only one that works is Sprint."
Ignoring his advice, she tried calling The Ritz Carlton, but immediately got a busy signal. She saw the driver shaking his head at her attempt.
Piper looked out of the window and took a deep breath. She was concerned about the severity of the storm, but she also didn't have a plan for what she'd do if she found Alex, or what she'd do if she didn't find her.
One of the main streets was closed, so it took 20 minutes longer than necessary to get back to the hotel. Piper paid the driver, and then proceeded with her luggage into the lobby. She sat on one of the plush sofas as she tried to figure out her next move. As she sat there, she noticed a constant stream of people coming in and looking up at the weather report on TV. She heard some of them talking about the hotel having a "skeleton staff" and giving guests flashlights and candles to prepare for a power outage.
"Excuse me," she approached a front desk agent. "If the power goes out, don't you have a big generator or something?"
"Yes, ma'am," the young woman began. "But it only powers the essential things in the hotel like the air conditioning and lights in the lobby, kitchens, & hallways. Unfortunately, the rooms won't have electricity or hot water if we lose power."
"So this is really a big deal?" Piper asked, scratching her forehead.
"Yes, ma'am, but we're here to make your stay as comfortable as possible. Did you already get your supplies?"
She tucked her hair behind her ear, not wanting to let the woman know that she'd already checked out and technically didn't have a room for the night. "Um, no…I'm ok, thanks."
Piper decided to call Alex's room on the house phone. She took a deep breath before dialing 1216. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the line rang four times.
No answer.
She hung up the phone and hung her head. Maybe Alex was taking a shower. She waited another five minutes before trying to call her again. Still, no answer. So she got into the elevator and walked to the brunette's room. Again, she inhaled deeply before knocking on the door, mentally preparing herself for their encounter. "Alex?"
No answer.
She listened for running water, but it was silent in the guest's room. Piper journeyed back down to the main level and asked the bellman to store her luggage as she thought of her next move. It was going on noon, and her tummy growled. She realized that she hadn't eaten since an early dinner the night before.
"Are any of the restaurants open?" she asked.
"Both restaurants are open, ma'am, but from what I hear, there's a long wait," the bellman responded.
Piper decided to go to the Library Bar, hoping that Alex would be there, plus she needed to find something to eat. She recalled seeing a limited food menu when she was there the night before.
She scanned the room, and Alex wasn't near the fireplace or on the leather sofa. She wasn't seated near the window or by the tall bookcase. Piper took another few steps into the room to get a good look at the customers seated at the bar.
At the far end, where she and Alex had sat the night before, she saw the dark haired woman with her nose buried in a book. Just then, Alex looked up and caught the blonde's eye.
Piper bit her lower lip as she watched the corners of Alex's mouth slowly turn up. If she had time to think of anything other than the fastest way to get to the brunette, she would have thought this was like a scene from a romantic movie.
Alex uncrossed her legs, and then pulled out the stool next to her, making a motion with her head for Piper to join her.
"Hi," Piper greeted with a shy smile.
"Hey." Alex's smile was wider than hers. "No luck at the airport?"
It was now or never, Piper thought. She shrugged and eyed her companion. "I didn't wait to find out."
Alex closed the book that she'd been reading and licked her lips. "I heard the hotel is booked solid tonight."
Damn her, the blonde thought, she was going to make her work for it.
Piper stepped closer, forcing the dark haired woman to spread her legs wider so that the younger woman could stand between them. "I know someone staying here, so it shouldn't be a problem."
"Does he know you came back for him?" Alex placed her fingertips on the outside of the blonde's bare leg, just below the hem of her dress.
"It's a she," Piper whispered, dangerously close to the brunette's ear. "And I think she does now."
Alex's other hand rose to Piper's hip and she squeezed hard. The women gazed at each other, and Piper bit down hard on her back teeth, trying to keep a moan from escaping.
"Sorry about the wait, what can I get you, ma'am?" The bartender's timing was shit.
The brunette pulled back but didn't remove her hand from Piper's upper leg. "Mitch, would you mind sending a Club sandwich to my room? And a six pack of whatever's cold." She turned to the blonde. "Hungry?"
Piper didn't take her eyes off of the woman in front of her. "Starving."
The dark haired woman signed the receipt, and then took Piper's hand in hers. She pulled her through the bar, down the hallway and kept walking past the elevator.
"You just passed the elevator," Piper commented.
"If the power goes out in the next minute, we'll be stuck in there," Alex began, not looking back. "And the only place I want to be stuck with you is in a room with a bed."
She opened the door to the stairwell and attacked the blonde the second they were inside.
"Alex," the blonde pleaded as Alex tugged on her lower lip.
"Hmm?" she questioned, not removing her mouth from the other woman's lips.
"Upstairs, now." Piper's words betrayed her actions: she'd managed to get one hand up the brunette's shirt and felt the underside of her right breast. Just as she tried to wrap her hand around Alex's voluptuous breast, the dark haired woman pulled back.
From the third floor, they climbed six sets of stairs before stopping and making out again. Both women were out of breath from climbing the steps and exchanging oxygen while they kissed.
Alex grabbed Piper's ass and massaged it while plunging her tongue into the blonde's mouth.
"Three more flights," Piper commented, pulling back and placing a string of kisses across the other woman's chest.
They climbed the last three flights of stairs and the lights flickered twice. They doubled over in front of Alex's hotel room, trying to catch their breath. Piper started laughing first, and then, as if it was contagious, Alex started laughing, too.
The lights flickered once more, and then the power went out. Ten seconds later, the emergency lights illuminated in the hallway. Alex dug in her back pocket for her room key, still breathing heavily and laughing at the fact that if they had taken the elevator, there was a chance that they'd be stuck.
"Here we are again," the brunette said, allowing Piper to enter the room before her.
The blonde turned around as Alex stepped closer. "Under different circumstances this time."
"How so?" Alex cupped her cheek with one hand and leaned in to kiss her.
"The power's out," Piper teased.
The brunette chuckled against her lips. "That's the only thing that's different?"
"We're both in different clothes," she offered, deliberately staying away from the explanation Alex was surely looking for. She put her hands on Alex's ass and allowed the dark haired woman to continue kissing all over her face. "And it's not the middle of the night."
Alex pulled back and rubbed her thumb along the blonde's chin. "If this was a game show, you'd lose."
Piper grinned and used her most seductive voice, "Then why don't you tell me how things are different this time?"
"You want me," Alex offered with a smirk. She unzipped the blonde's dress, and then stepped behind her. As she opened the fabric, she placed kisses on the now bare skin of Piper's back.
Piper tilted her head to the side, allowing Alex's lips to travel up her back, to her shoulder and up her neck. She placed her hand on the side of the dark haired woman's head and moaned.
After a few more kisses, Piper turned around and was face to face with her soon-to-be lover. "That's not different from last night."
That was all it took for Alex to pounce on Piper once again. The blonde's hands couldn't move quick enough to get Alex undressed, and she cursed at her impatience as the brunette already had her in just her thong and matching pink bra.
Alex took a step back to admire the younger woman's body. She reached out to touch her stomach. "You're gorgeous."
"Take off your clothes," Piper begged, stepping into Alex's embrace again.
The dark haired woman did as she was told and stood before Piper completely naked. She walked Piper backwards until they fell heavily onto the bed, causing them both to smile against the other's mouth. Alex reached down to snake her hand down the blonde's body. Her fingers traveled past the waistband of her underwear and didn't stop there.
"God, Alex!" She bucked up into her hand. "Right there."
The brunette stopped kissing her and watched Piper's face scrunch up as she moved her fingers in and out of her opening, thumb dancing on her clit. Piper's orgasm hit hard and fast, and her eyes darted open as her mouth made the shape of an O and little puffs of air escaped along with sharp moans. "I'm cuming, Alex. I'm cuming!"
When the orgasm ran its course, the dark haired woman kissed her lover soundly on the mouth and withdrew her hand from her depths.
"Oh, my God," Piper panted, reaching out to brush the hair out of Alex's face. "That was incredible."
Alex smirked. "Worth staying in New Orleans an extra night?"
"Definitely." The blonde rolled over, trapping Alex beneath her. "Your turn."
It had been five years since she'd had sex with a woman, but she remembered in an instant why she loved it. To be fair, she'd never had an orgasm that quickly before—with a woman or a man.
She kissed a path down Alex's long torso and enjoyed the feel of her soft, porcelain skin. When she reached the juncture between her legs, Piper took a deep breath. She smelled divine, and the blonde couldn't wait another second before plunging her tongue inside of her.
"Fuck, Piper." Alex writhed on the bed, and the blonde had to push her hips back down with one hand. With the other hand, she spread her lover's lower lips wider and licked her from stem to stern. She twirled her tongue around Alex's clit several times before licking her with the fullness of her tongue once again.
Alex made a few undistinguishable sounds before she came in Piper's mouth. The blonde put her entire mouth on her lover's pussy, trying to suck out the juices that flowed out of her, relishing in the tangy, sweet taste of Alex Vause.
When she was wrung out, Alex reached for her lover's shoulders and pulled her up.
"Can I kiss you?" Piper smiled as her mouth hovered over Alex's.
She returned the smile. "Of course you can. Why wouldn't you?"
"Some women don't like the taste of themselves," she offered.
"I don't care what I taste like," the brunette said, kissing her firmly. "I just want your mouth on mine."
They made out for another 20 minutes, rubbing and touching every inch of each other, mouths never parting for more than a few seconds. The only thing that stopped them was a loud clap of thunder that shook the building.
Piper looked out of the window at the rain, pounding against the glass. "I guess this is the brunt of the storm."
"Yeah." Alex rubbed her back in long, slow strokes. "I'm glad we're not out there."
"Me, too." She kissed her shoulder.
A knock on the door startled both of them. "Room service."
Piper had forgotten that Alex had ordered lunch down in the Library Bar.
"That took long enough," Alex said.
"At least he didn't knock mid-orgasm," Piper quipped.
The brunette rolled out of bed, slapping Piper's ass as she stepped down. "I'm sure you're starving."
She put on a robe, looked back to ensure that Piper was covered, and then opened the door. "Thank you." She signed the receipt and took the food tray and six pack of Abita Amber inside.
Piper sat up and reached for the tray. "I wish you would've ordered two of these."
"You can have it," she offered, grabbing a bottle opener off of the dresser, and then popping open the longnecks. "I ate a late breakfast."
"Are you sure?" Thunder clapped again. "At least have some chips."
She handed a beer to Piper, and then picked up the bag of chips. "Zapp's: my favorite. These are the spicy ones. You'll want the beer to chase them."
The blonde popped a chip into her mouth and then breathed out what felt like fire. "Fuck! What are these?" She took a long swig of Abita Amber.
"Spicy Cajun Crawtators," Alex read the front of the orange and silver packaging. "I can't get enough of them." She put two more in her mouth. "In fact, I might order a case."
Piper took a huge bite out of one of the triangular sandwiches and had to cover her mouth with the back of her hand to stop food from flying out as she giggled at Alex, who was busy stuffing her mouth with more potato chips.
"What?" She asked around a mouthful. "Sex makes me hungry."
That earned her a full giggle, and Piper had to put a napkin over her mouth as little bits of bread and turkey flew out as she laughed. She closed her eyes to try to focus on swallowing.
The women drank their beers and ate the Club sandwich & chips as the rain struck the window pane and the wind howled through the courtyard below.
Alex walked over to the window. "Wow, this is something. I've never been through a hurricane."
"Me neither," Piper replied. "Is it possible to get the news feed on your phone?"
The dark haired woman returned to the bed, phone in hand, this time behind the blonde. "We can try."
Piper leaned back and drew her lover's arms around her as Alex pressed a few buttons to find a news stream. "This looks promising." Sure enough, the picture on the phone was crystal clear as they watched the live reports from the Gulf Coast.
"You must have Sprint," Piper said under her breath.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"How much longer do you think these sustained winds will last?" a news anchor in the studio asked.
The weatherman stationed in Grand Isle held his hood to his head as the wind beat him pretty badly. "Another two hours of the heavy stuff, Norman. We can expect the storm to dissipate considerably by 4 or 5 p.m."
"Those people are idiots," the blonde said. "I mean, it's so sensationalized—the reporter being blown around by the wind and the rain fogging up the camera. He's on the fucking beach where there's zero protection! What does he think will happen?"
She felt Alex chuckle. "I know, right?"
Piper wiped her eyes and exhaled. "I could use a nap. You?"
The brunette's arms tightened around Piper's waist. "I could definitely use a nap."
They didn't even lay on their sides; Alex scooted down a little, and Piper readjusted her head into a more sleep-worthy position, using her lover's breasts as pillows. They fell asleep within minutes.