(I passed a flower shop next to a tattoo shop and at first I laughed because I thought it was ironic and then i freaked because IMAGINE YOUR OTP IN A FLORIST/TATTOO ARTIST AU) [M RATING]
She was initially skeptical. When she'd heard that the buyer of the vacant shop beside her own had been a florist. But Piper Chapman has always had a knack for knocking Alex Vause for a loop whenever she thinks she's finally got the girl figured out.
It used to be a crafts shop. An unorthodox crafts shop, owned by a fiery old thing Alex had fondly fallen in a sort-of-love with. The grandmother she'd never had, maybe. Greta's boasted a collection of trash, garbage, and junk turned art. And it always felt sort of complimentary next to Vause Ink. But Greta had grown weary in her old age, and eventually had to pack up shop, moving cross country to be with family. A retirement, Vause. She'd told Alex as they shared a quiet lunch one day. Alex quickly pointing out that she was already retired (an old back and forth routine of theirs).
Greta's went empty and unsold for nearly three months before Piper Chapman blew in.
Alex had almost grown used to the silence.
The first time she spots Piper Chapman she's carrying an armful of boxes from a haphazardly parked car to the shop, swaying under the weight as she struggles to peek around the mountain in her arms. She's nearly landed face first amid a pile of scattered boxes, tripping against the uneven pavement of the sidewalk, when Alex catches her, grabbing the other end of the swaying stack before the entire thing can upend.
"Woah, there." She breathes quietly. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm- I'm fine. Thanks. Thank you." The blonde titters, regathering herself. "That was almost a disaster."
Blue eyes meet Alex's green as a blonde head peeks around the stack, and they each find themselves drawing a breath at the appearance of the other.
"Do you need some help?" Alex husks softly, clearing her throat, after several seconds of quiet eye contact.
"I, uh- yeah, yeah! If you, um... don't mind." She smiles shyly.
Setting her near-empty coffee cup at the base of the building, Alex stands to slide two boxes off the top of the pile, "Not at all."
They empty the surprisingly packed car in silence. Quick lingering gazes and timid smiles shared in passing as they work. Eventually Alex hefts the final box into the store, lowering it gently to the place the blonde had indicated.
"Thank you." She sighs, a soft smile dancing on her lips. "Seriously, I'm... new here and I mean, there's not exactly anyone I call or anything, but still... I didn't... exactly anticipate it being quite the, uh... excursion."
Humming out a soft laugh at the blonde's rambling, Alex watches her fondly, "Anytime."
"I'm, um... Piper. By the way. Piper Chapman."
"Alex," she murmurs, extending her hand to grasp Piper's, offered politely between them. "Alex Vause."
"Oh." Piper's eyebrows jump slightly, her grip tightening on Alex's hand. "Of the, uh... next door?"
Another rumbling chuckle, "Yeah."
"Oh, well... pleased to meet you... Alex." Their gazes lock and Alex can't quite stop the enchanted smile stealing across her face as Piper's blue eyes shine warmly at her.
"You too... Piper." She murmurs, finally allowing their hands to drop, "Hope to you see you around again soon."
She backs slowly towards the door, Piper's shining gaze following her every move, before finally turning and slipping back into the now gathering dusk.
"Yeah... you too." Piper murmurs thoughtfully to her empty shop.
She's been there for nearly a month when Alex finds her struggling quietly outside her shop once again. This time, wrestling with the smaller half door, stubbornly refusing to open. She watches silently for a moment, taking a slow sip of her coffee before ambling lazily towards the blonde.
"Need a hand?"
Piper turns, meeting her gaze, before returning her attention to the unmoving door.
"Yeah, I can't... this stubborn thing won't... fucking... open!" She grumbles quietly, shaking angrily at the door as if repeatedly pulling it back and forth will eventually somehow work. Alex muffles a quiet grin.
"Yeah, this thing's a bitch, you gotta..." She steps towards the blonde, handing her her cup of cooling coffee, "D'you mind?"
"No, please," Piper murmurs tiredly, "have at it."
Sliding a hand slowly up the edge of the door, Alex pounds abruptly, three times, just above the latch bolt, before kicking swiftly at the bottom corner. The door swings open. Piper's jaw drops.
"How did you..."
Chuckling, she plucks her coffee out of the blonde's loose grip, turning back to study her work. "Like I said, this thing's a bitch. But it's an old trick Greta figured out, fuck-knows-how, that always seems to work."
"Amazing." Piper murmurs quietly, still eyeing the now open door. "Thank you." she murmurs as she turns back towards Alex, "Again. God, I really must be starting to seem pathetic here, huh?"
Failing to bite back her growing grin, Alex ducks to hide her mouth behind her coffee cup, taking another sip. "I think it's more endearing, actually." she murmurs, a twinkle in her eye.
"Well..." Piper smiles, studying the older woman quietly as she slowly unfurls her own soft grin. "I guess I'll take that."
They once again find themselves sharing a comfortable silence, gazes locked as a million tumultuous thoughts fly through their heads one after the other. Eventually Piper breaks her stare, her eyes flicking up and down the rest of Alex's body before returning to settle at her gaze. Alex smirks.
"I'll see you around, Piper Chapman."
"See you around... Alex Vause."
She takes the few short steps to her shop backwards. Piper holds her gaze. They depart with giddy smiles.
They're nearly at the two month mark when Piper pokes her head through Alex's door one day. Looking up from the computer at her desk, her eyes soften when they take in the familiar figure of the blonde.
"Hey." She husks warmly.
"Hey." Piper smiles. "Listen, uh... the delivery place I just ordered from accidentally sent me an extra, and I'm... terrible with leftovers... do you, um... would you be interested in it?"
Pushing away from her desk with a stretch, Alex slides her glasses atop her head. "Sure, whatcha got?"
"Thai? That place down the block."
"Mm! Yes. You sure know the way to a woman's heart, Piper Chapman."
Ducking her head with a quiet laugh, Alex watches the faintest shade of red dust across the blonde's grinning cheeks. "Well, had I known it were that easy I would have "accidentally" placed a double order months ago." She lifts her head, gaze returning to Alex's own once more, "Want me to bring it over?"
"Nah, I was just about to close up for lunch anyway, I'll come over to yours."
"Okay."
And that's how it becomes a regular thing. It was a much quicker process, Alex muses thoughtfully one day, than establishing a daily lunch routine with Greta had been. It'd taken the older woman nearly half a year to warm up enough to begin TALKING to Alex, let alone EAT with her. But if Alex is honest, there are a lot of things she might like a little more about Piper Chapman than she ever did Greta these days.
They alternate between the two shops. Piper's on the warmer days, Alex's on the cooler. They take the time to gradually get to know one another (Piper Chapman, post-college WASP who'd always had a certain fondness for floral since helping her grandmother tend to her extravagant garden as a child) (And Alex Vause, daughter of a forgotten rockstar and dedicated mother who'd gotten kicked out of more than one class throughout her grade school-career for drawing on herself or others) Piper's endlessly fascinated when she finds out about all the piercings and tattoos Alex can perform. Alex is quietly amused when Piper spouts fact after endless fact about plants she'd never even knew existed, and slowly they began to grow comfortable with each other. Swinging in and out of each other's shops on a whim, moving through each other's spaces as if it'd always been theirs, sharing quiet wordless conversations from across a room as they waited for one to finish up with a browsing customer. They fit together suddenly and comfortably as if they'd known each other their entire lives.
Piper's lounging lazily against one of Alex's old leather couch one night, flicking idly through a magazine as she waits for her to finish up with a particularly stubborn client before they close up for the night. The girl's been hemming and hawing and turning down every one of Alex's suggestions for the past hour as the brunette slowly begins to lose patience with her. Everything's too scary, or too dark, or too lighthearted, or too impersonal. Alex is close to breaking point, telling the girl to go home and sleep on it, and return in the morning with a fresh idea ("But if I go now I'll never get up the courage to come back, no, we better do this tonight.") when Piper finally seems to take an interest in the conversation.
"Y'know, actually... I just got this rare collection of native Hawaiian flowers in yesterday, some of them are pretty extraordinary. Sort of dark and foreboding while still remaining elegant and beautiful. Do you maybe wanna see if you can come up with an idea from one of those?"
The girl's face alights instantly, as she sits up in excitement, "My grandmother was from Hawaii! That could be a really cool idea!"
"Well come on over, I'll unlock the shop for you and we can see if we can find anything."
She glides excitedly towards the door, slipping giddily into the night to wait for Piper. Piper's eyes trail from the slowly closing door to the brunette before her, finding Alex watching her intently with a dazed sort of wonder.
"You owe me." She murmurs teasingly before slipping out after the girl.
They return fifteen minutes later with a delicately presented flower and Alex can't help meeting Piper's gaze every time she pulls away to wipe at the girl's skin. Piper's eyes are already on hers every time. The girl eventually departs with an overabundance of kind words, promising to send all her friends to either shop anytime they should need a piercing, or tattoo, or floral arrangement.
"Y'know, when I started this job, I promised myself I was never gonna be one of those artists who settled for 'a flower'." Alex muses quietly as she slowly cleans down her room for the night. Piper's watching her quietly when she turns to meet her gaze. "But then again, I never knew something so simple as a flower could be so intricately beautiful."
"You'd be surprised." Piper murmurs softly. "Often times intricate beauty can be found in the places we never think to look."
"Hmm." Alex hums thoughtfully.
They finish the rest of their work in silence, conversing only through shared gazes and gentle lingering touches. And Alex watches Piper until she disappears from sight when they utter a soft gentle goodbye outside Alex's doors, promising to see one another again tomorrow.
"Okay, be serious, do people actually get their nipples pierced or is it just something girls do for their begging boyfriends?"
They're in Alex's shop, a slow night, Piper's closed the doors to her own shop and has now spent the last half hour perusing the walls of Alex's. Pictures of her work, examples of her repertoire, declarations of her talent adorn the faded walls and Piper takes each one of them in slowly.
A genuine bark of laughter slips from Alex's lungs as she tosses her head back. "Are you asking me if people legitimately get their nipples pierced or if people willingly get their nipples pierced?"
"Both." The blonde chirps, fighting back her own grin.
"Well then, the answer is yes. On both counts. People legitimately get their nipples pierced because they want to."
She narrows her eyes, studying the older woman for a moment, before casting a skeptical gaze across the room, Alex watching her fondly. "I dunno..."
"I've got mine pierced."
"No you don't." Piper's head whips around so quick Alex thinks she must have given herself whiplash. Her eyebrows shooting to her hairline before sinking in narrow-eyed accusation.
"Yeah. I do." She chuckles.
"Show me." Alex's own eyebrows jump in slight surprise, a knowing grin sliding across her face as a redness creeps across the blonde's at her sudden realization of what she'd just asked. She's pulling her shirt over her head though before Piper can recollect herself.
"Only because you asked so nicely."
The blonde splutters in helpless embarrassment for a moment, catching the discarded t-shirt as Alex chucks it casually at her. Her teasing grin only growing wider as she reaches behind herself to unclasp her bra. Piper's eyes fell to her exposed chest immediately, and Alex can't help the chuckle that escapes her throat at the younger woman's tinting cheeks.
"Oh." She murmurs softly, gaze still fixated on the shining nubs adorning the brunette's nipples. Her arm reaches up of it's own violation, hovering just out of reach of Alex's chest. "Can I-?"
Cocking an eyebrow quietly at the blonde's new found courage, Alex nods shortly. Shuffling the t-shirt to one hand, Piper's tentative hand continued it's journey, landing gently against the cool metal of the studs.
"Can you feel that?" She murmurs softly.
"Mmhmm." Alex murmurs, biting her lower lip softly as the side of Piper's finger brushed against the edge of her nipple.
"Did it hurt?"
"Kind of. At first. Feels really good after they've healed though."
Piper hummed thoughtfully, her fingers still dancing against the warming metal of the piercing.
"And you did this for yourself?" She murmurs, eyes darting to Alex's before returning to her chest.
"Well I am the one who gets the most enjoyment out of them during sex, so..." She trails off, her head dipping to the side as she fights another grin.
"That's so crazy." Piper whispers in her still-soft tone, lost in deep thought. She has yet to move her hand from Alex's chest and she watches the younger woman closely as she plays absently with the stud, seemingly unaware of her actions and the subtle effects they're having on the brunette.
"Well... I could do yours, if you want." she begins, giving up in her fight against the teasing grin attempting to take control of her features, "Y'know... since you seem to be enjoying them so much."
Piper's gaze darts back up to meet hers, her hand stilling on her chest before pulling away abruptly.
"I- oh god, I'm sorry! I didn't- shit."
Laughing softly, Alex reaches for the forgotten shirt hanging limply in the blonde's loose grip as Piper stutters helplessly.
"It's fine, kid." She grins, pulling the t-shirt over her head, forgoing the bra she'd pulled off earlier. Leaning in to murmur, "I didn't say I didn't like it." as she slips past the suddenly silent blonde, heading towards her desk.
She busies herself with gathering her jacket, straightening up the last little bit of mess left around the desk (she'll deal with it tomorrow), and shutting down her computer for the night as the blonde gathers herself on the other side of the room.
"I don't think you could ever talk me into that." Piper eventually mutters.
Alex looks up, meeting her gaze, as she zips her jacket up under her chin. "Seriously?"
"Seriously. I love my nipples too much. It hurts them just thinking about it."
Another soft chuckle rumbles from Alex's throat, "Well... mine have done nothing but thank me for it. I'm telling you. It's worth it."
"I'd sooner let you talk me into a tattoo." Piper murmurs, and Alex's eyes light up, her movements stilling.
"Well, that can also be arranged."
"Aha ha. No. No. Never gonna happen. I said I'd let you talk me into a tattoo sooner than a nipple piercing, that does not mean I want either."
"C'mon, Pipes, not even one of your pretty little flowers?" She teases, making her way over to the blonde. "I think it's hilarious that you'd sooner get a tattoo though, you know those are the permanent ones, right?"
"Ha, ha! Yes. Smartass. I know tattoos are 'the permanent ones'." She rolls her eyes, biting back a grin as she nudges her shoulder into Alex's, "I just... can't deal with the whole... piercing... part." She shudders.
"We'll definitely have to find you a charming little flower then." Alex laughs, flipping the switch to bathe the store in darkness as they slip out the door and into the night. She speaks over her shoulder to the blonde as she turns to lock up the shop for the night, "I'm thinking something wispy... but strong. Poisonous maybe. One of those ones that looks so beautiful to want to ran your fingers over it, but know if you do you'll end up regretting it."
Piper's watching her with a gently amused smirk when she turns back around, studying her quietly before muttering, "Lookit you, gettin' all deep n' poetic."
"I'm a tortured soul." Alex laments.
They head off to their cars, their soft laughter carrying on the gentle breeze of the night.
"So I'll pencil you in for sometime next month then, Chapman!" Alex calls as Piper pauses beside her vehicle, turning to shoot the older woman a choice gesture before climbing in.
"Goodnight, Alex!"
"Night, Piper."
It only takes another two months for Piper to end up on Alex's table.
They'd shared a quiet dinner, having closed the shops early after a painfully slow day of business. Alex had suggested they "lazy-splurge"; order out from one of the "better" restaurants several blocks down, pickup a six pack and bottle of wine from the store down the street, and have themselves a cozy dinner sprawled across her couches and catching up on their Netflix. Piper doesn't have to think twice to agree.
She tosses Piper a spare key, (the blonde heading out to pickup the food, while the brunette runs out to grab the booze) telling her to let herself back in if she, for some reason, happens to return first. They're full of happily eaten food, warm emotions, and maybe a little too much alcohol when Piper starts telling her about the garden her Grandmother had had, the one that'd inspired her to open the shop in the first place. Alex listens intently, her thumb drawing small patterns against Piper's inner wrist as she talks.
"You should get it." She murmurs quietly, after Piper finishes describing the flower that had been her Grandmother's favorite.
"What?" Piper whispers, eyes trailing the steady strokes of Alex's thumb.
"That flower. That's the one you should get tattooed. For your Grandmother. For you."
Piper's eyes glaze over as she pulls her gaze from their hands to Alex's, "Alex..."
"C'mon, Pipes... I promise, it'll be beautiful. We'll put it somewhere small, somewhere you can hide it. But somewhere you can see it, to remind yourself of her. Of why you do this."
"I dunno..." Piper murmurs quietly, soft hesitance.
"C'mon..." Alex whispers, leaning in, "You know I'll take good care of you... let me turn you into a canvas."
Whatever small resolve Piper had had left vanishes as she gives into the soft imploring words of brunette. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yes."
They flick through Alex's computer, tirelessly searching for the perfect image. When they settle on the one they want Alex asks her gently where she wants it, ("Somewhere easy to hide, but easy for me to see..." Piper ponders softly, trailing off to fix the brunette with a helpless stare) her hand landing lightly against Piper's hip bone, thumb tracing the seam of the bone. Here. Piper slowly unzips her pants, shimmying out of them completely as Alex begins preparing her tools. She pauses as she turns back around, her eyes locking on Piper's newly exposed skin, gaze trailing slowly up and down her legs.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
She grabs Alex's hand before she begins. A quiet panic settling low in her eyes.
"It's not gonna hurt is it? Like a lot?"
"A little bit." Alex murmurs, stroking her knuckles with her thumb, "It's like a cat scratch. And it won't be all one long continuous thing. There are breaks, whenever I wipe away the build up." She pauses, brushing a strand of blonde hair across Piper's forehead, "And I'll be right here. All you have to say is 'stop'."
"Okay." Piper breathes, a quiet sigh, as if expelling all the pent up fear and anxieties and inhaling Alex's soft words.
"Okay?"
She nods, a small smile as her blue eyes lock with Alex's green. "Yeah."
It's a slow process. But much more delicate than Piper had imagined. She flinches here and there, but quickly discovers that the pain isn't the sensation she need worry about. Alex's fingers dance dangerously close to the center of her legs, her elbow resting firmly down Piper's thigh, and every time she pulls the needle away to swipe her towel across the ink her fingertips graze Piper's skin in a way that has her sucking in mouthfuls of air like a dying man. She can feel Alex's warm breath drifting gently over the skin of her waist as she works, occasionally catches her eye and gentle grin. A slow moisture begins to gather between her legs.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, her breathing deep and measured and Alex pulls away, tucking another strand of hair behind her ear.
"You okay, kid?"
Her eyes shoot open, meeting Alex's gentle green. "Yeah."
Alex's hand stills, fingers loosely cupping her jaw as she studies the blonde's rising chest and blown pupils. A knowing smirk slowly unfurls from the corners of her mouth as she retracts her hand, bending down slowly to resume her work.
She's lost in the sensation of Alex's touch when the brunette finally pulls away for good.
"Alright?" She tilts her head down, inspecting Alex's work. "I think we should add a little shading of color around the edges here, but that can wait for another time."
"Can I... touch it?" She asks tentatively.
"Yeah, just be careful, it'll be a little raw for the next few days."
Her fingertips skim the design gently, tracing over the still tingling paths that Alex's had left.
"It's beautiful, Alex... really."
"Yeah?" The brunette smiles, turning back to resume cleaning her tools. "You're a good subject. I definitely think I can talk you into a piercing next."
Scoffing disgustedly, Piper swings her legs over the edge of the table, pulling herself into a sitting position. "That, is never going to happen."
"That's what you said about the tattoo, too, and yet..." She trails off teasingly.
"I will let you near me with a needle, but a giant fucking piercing instrument of destruction and pain, no way."
"I'm telling you, Pipes, totally worth it in the long run." She turns back towards the blonde as she cleans, gesturing towards the center of her legs, "Look, you've already got your pants off, I could easily give you a nice quick clit piercing."
Squeezing her legs together and scrunching up her face, Piper squeals, "NEVER!"
Alex's husky chuckle is the only response she gets as she returns to cleaning up the area. Piper watches her quietly, eyes tracing the contours of her back, taking note of how the muscles rippled and bunched under the thing fabric of her tank top.
"Do you have anything else pierced?" She asks suddenly, all fake innocence and soft curiosity.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Alex murmurs, biting back a grin, her teeth sinking gently into her bottom lip.
"I would... that's why I asked." There's a quiet fire in her blue eyes as she meets Alex's gaze with an overwhelming sense of confidence and challenge. They're leaning into one another's space now. No place to go but forward (or back out completely, but as far as Alex is concerned that is absolutely not an option).
"Maybe you should find out."
Their lips meet in a blaze, the rest of the world and their conversation forgotten as they leaned into each other desperately. Alex's hands rise to cup Piper's jaw, pulling her impossibly closer as their lips dance heatedly. She wraps her legs around Alex's hips, pulling her down towards her on the table. Hands skimming up the side of Piper's bare thighs, Alex squeezes once, twice, three times before sliding them up to wrap around Piper's hips. Careful to avoid the newly raw skin she breaks their kiss to eye her handy work for a moment before diving back in.
Piper's moaning low in the back of her throat as Alex's lips work their way across her neck. Her fingers tangle in the hem of Alex's tank top and she pulls, yanking it over the older woman's head. Shaking her hair free with a soft growl, Alex leans in once again, determined to leave her mark on Piper's neck. Piper's hips are pressing needily against her own and suddenly the blonde withdraws with a sharp gasp.
"Fuck."
"What? Are you okay?"
"Ow. Fuck. Yeah. My tattoo though..."
Angling her head down, Alex studies their position before throwing a quick gaze around the room. Her hands slide from Piper's hips to under her ass as Alex heaves her into her arms and carries her from the room. Piper squeals quietly, her legs winding tighter against the older woman's hips as she shifts against her. Carrying them to the couch, she drops down with a heavy sigh. Piper's straddled across her lap, knees digging into the soft cushions of the worn leather.
"Better?"
"Better."
Their lips reconnect, Piper's fingers fumbling blindly behind Alex, in search of the clasp to her bra. Eventually succeeding, she grins against Alex's gasping mouth. The bra gets tossed aside carelessly as Piper pulls away from their kiss once more. Her eyes rake across Alex's newly exposed chest, lingering on the straining nipples and their shining studs.
"I haven't stopped thinking about your tits since you showed them to me." Piper murmurs, fingers skimming the sides of Alex's chest in feather-light touches. Alex chuckles deeply, chest rumbling with the vibrations of her laughter.
"What exactly have you been thinking about them?" She asks lowly.
"That I wonder what those shiny little studs'll feel like inside my mouth."
She's powerless to stop the groan that escapes her lips at the blonde's words, or the second that follows quickly after, as Piper's lips wrap delicately around said studs.
"Fuck... Piper..." Her head tilting back against the couch, Alex's gaze sweeps the ceiling, unseeingly. She's quickly becoming lost in the sensations of Piper's lips sucking gently, and Piper's tongue toying insistently with the cool little bar. Her hand weaves it's way into the blonde's hair, fingers tangling among the lose strands as she anchors the girl to her chest. Piper's fingers move to toy with her other nipple and Alex arches sharply, gasping at the heightening stimulation.
"Mmm..." Piper murmurs, pulling away from Alex's chest to blow a stream of cool air against the damp and straining nipple. "I don't think I've ever been with someone who's nipples are this sensitive before."
"Told you," Alex grunts, "worth it."
"I think I might be able to get you off with just nipple play alone."
She grunts sharply again as Piper tugs gently at the swollen bud, her hips thrusting up to meet the blonde's as she bucks under the attention. Taking advantage of Alex's momentary deliriousness, Piper leans back far enough to pull her own shirt over her head. Alex's fingers run up her back in a steady arch, fingernails digging lightly into her shoulder blades as Piper pulls her bra down her arms, tossing it carelessly across the room.
Alex's lips are on her chest the moment it appears and Piper arches back into the steady pressure of the brunette's hands, keeping her upright.
"Uh... Alex..." She whispers breathlessly.
"Just imagine how good this would feel with a piercing." Alex murmurs around a nipple. Piper pinches hers in response, causing the brunette to jerk against her chest with a gasp, teeth grazing Piper's swollen bud in the process.
They shudder simultaneously, catching one another's eye with a quick laugh.
"C'mere." Alex murmurs, pulling Piper's face down to meet her own.
Their lips dance lazily, Piper's fingers skimming up and down Alex's sides, tickling her gently. They break apart for air and Piper takes the opportunity to slide her chest against Alex's, starting low at her stomach and stretching up until her heaving chest is parallel to Alex's face. Alex clutches her closer, letting out a quiet moan as their slick and heated skin glides together. Piper continues the action several more time, rubbing against Alex until she finally catches the back of her neck, stilling her.
She reconnects their lips, her free hand sliding down Piper's back, to slip beneath the top of her underwear. Squeezing gently at her firm cheeks she grins as Piper bucks against her. Slowly removing her hand, she pulls the thin scrap of fabric down with her. Resting her forehead against Piper's chin, she sweeps her gaze greedily over the newly uncovered skin, eyeing the damp spot decorating the underwear in her hand before tossing them aside and sliding a hand up Piper's thigh.
Still holding the younger woman by the back of the neck, her free hand rises to trace the seam of her folds. A gathering dampness meets her explorative fingers and she bites back another moan that threatens to fall from her lungs at Piper's eagerness. Piper grinds against her suddenly and without warning, trapping Alex's hand between their hips. Regripping the back of her neck Alex shifts her own hips, stilling her.
"Easy there, tiger. What's the rush."
"Don't tease me, Alex, seriously, you have no idea how long I've waited for this."
Cocking an eyebrow in mild surprise, Alex drags her nose across the blonde's jaw, nuzzling gently into the space behind her ear as her teeth scrape lightly at the bone. "Trust me, kid, I know."
Piper whimpers once, needily, and Alex runs a firm finger through her folds, dipping lowly across her pooling entrance and brushing lightly at her swollen clit. The blonde grinds her hips again and Alex pulls her hand free, pushing herself straighter against the edge of the couch. The hand at the nape of Piper's neck wraps tighter as her other hand slides around the blonde's back to steady her. All at once Alex pulls her down against herself, grinding the seam of jeans into the blonde's wet cunt. Piper whimpers breathlessly, her hips grinding against Alex's in return and she watches in fascination as the younger woman gives herself over to a primal sort of instinct.
"Yes." Piper murmurs breathlessly. "Yes... more Alex... more..."
Snaking her hand between them once again, Alex's thumb finds her throbbing clit and she presses against it roughly. Piper shouts once, grinding her hips down harder as Alex slips her fingers into Piper's warm wet channel. Her head falls back with a primal growl as she works her hips over Alex's own hips and hand, Alex watching her quietly and she holds the writhing blonde steady.
When she feels Piper approaching climax she pulls back, steadying her once again. It takes the blonde a moment to comprehend the loss, her head snapping forward, blown-pupil eyed gaze searching desperately for Alex's.
"What-?"
The rest of the question dies on her lips as the older woman throws an arm around her waist and turns them.
Stretching out beneath Piper's splayed legs as stretches along the length of the couch she grins, murmuring, "If you wanna ride, then ride."
Yanking the blonde down, she snakes her tongue up between her legs, sucking greedily at the wet cunt before her. It takes Piper a moment to recover herself before she begins meeting Alex's ministrations thrust for thrust. Her hand falls to the arm of the sofa before her as she struggles to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure Alex's mouth is doling out upon her. Her fingers soon find their way back between Piper's folds and it's all the blonde can do not to lose it completely as she thrusts two sharp fingers in her at once.
She's gasping and moaning and writhing and twisting and it's all Alex can do to keep her grip on the blonde as Piper loses herself in an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She chants quietly, hips spasming erratically against Alex's face.
Working her slowly down from her orgasm, Alex carefully slides out from under the blonde, once she's sure she's caught her breathe and returned to the right frame of mind. Adjusting them so they're once again face to face, she makes sure Piper's raw hip is angled away from any pressure points before tucking the blonde gently against her chest.
"Wow." Piper murmurs, lungs still heaving heavily.
"I know right?" Alex laughs.
"Why did we wait so long to do that?"
Alex's husky laugh is her only response and Piper grins against the woman's vibrating chest as it rumbles soothingly around her. She's toying absently with one of Alex's nipples again, lightly pulling it and twisting her fingers against the metal piercing as they lay in relative silence, content for the moment to simply enjoy the soft feeling of one another's skin.
Eventually Alex lets out a soft sigh, her hand coming up to stroke against Piper's wrist, stilling the inquisitive fingers against her chest.
"Not that I don't love what you're doing," She murmurs, burying her nose against the head of blonde hair atop her ribs, "and I really... really fucking love what you're doing..." Piper's fingers squeeze once more in teasing acknowledgement, "but how would you feel about taking this party back to my place? I have spent one too many nights on this couch as it is, and I know for a fact if I spend any more time on it tonight my back is going to be screaming at me tomorrow morning."
Piper's head had turned to face her, halfway through her quiet sentiments, blue eyes now studying her with a soft shine she'd previously had yet to see from them. An enchanting sort of after-glow, she muses, tracing a thumb down Piper's cheekbone as they study one another quietly.
"You're place, huh?" Piper muses softly, gaze breaking to trail around the room, "You mean this isn't where you live?"
"Ha, ha. Asshole. No more than next door is where you live."
"Next door isn't where I live!?" She exclaims, her eyes wide with comical surprise.
"Okay, Blondie, terrible jokes are my thing." She growls playfully, pulling the younger woman closer to drop a slow kiss to her lips.
"Mmm... but I'm so good at them." Piper murmurs teasingly.
"You could stand to learn a thing or two."
Piper hums happily against her mouth once more as they share another slow sweet kiss, before rolling off one another. Standing to collect her discarded clothes, Piper wanders the shop in all her glory for a moment, Alex watching her lazily from her position on the couch. Tossing a sultry gaze over her shoulder as she bends to pick up her underwear Piper murmurs, "Like what you see?"
"Mmm... yes." Alex murmurs back, rolling to her side to face the blonde more fully. "I think it's a sight I could get used to. You naked." She pauses, eyes taking in their surroundings for a moment before landing back on the blonde. "Not here though. We should probably try to refrain from having hot sex in my place of business again."
Humming out a laugh as she shimmies into her clothing Piper murmurs, "Well there's always my place of business."
Alex's arms slide around her as she finishes dressing, and she leans into the older woman's embrace, "We should probably try to stick with keeping our sex out of our areas of business."
"Zero for one, the odds are against us." Piper murmurs.
"Mm... fuck, you're right." Alex laughs, pulling away to collect her own clothes.
"We tried."
"A valiant effort."
"No one can take that away from us."
They come together once more in the center of Alex's floor, fully redressed and sluggishly moving. Share another kiss. Then another (and another). As they help each other into their jackets. Alex flips the lights, curling her arm around Piper's waist and pulling the blonde against her as they exit the building. Piper leans heavily against her back as she turns to lock the place up for the night, straightening suddenly as she remembers something.
"Oh, shit, here..." She mumbles, fumbling around her pockets as Alex watches on in curious amusement, "I should give you... your key..."
"Keep it." She murmurs, halting the blonde's search.
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, you should probably have one anyway. In case of... emergencies... or whatever. Greta always had one." laughing gently at the blonde's delayed hesitance, she wraps her arm around Piper's waist once more, tugging her with her towards the direction of her car. "What're you gonna do, rob me?"
"I could." Piper murmurs, "You have no idea what kind of person I am."
"I've got a pretty good one." Alex husks, pressing herself against the blonde, who was now trapped between her and the car door. Capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, she raises her arms to cup her jaw, pulling back softly to look her in her crystal blue eyes. "C'mon, kid... let's go home."
I'd like to thank Orange-Dandelion and alcohol.