"I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming." Piper couldn't even think straight. Despite their many years apart, Alex hadn't forgotten just how Piper liked it. How to make her breathless. How to make her toes curl and throw her head back in ecstasy. How to make the otherwise strong willed blonde a quivering mess.
"Shhhh. Show, don't tell," Alex whispered. She was reluctant to stop, even if for a moment, but she knew that was exactly what Piper needed. The extra push off the edge. Piper felt this immense pressure build down at her core. An impossible pressure. An unbearable pressure. It had been building up and now she couldn't take it. Her body was unable to bare the burden and within a second's time, all the pressure had gone away. All gone with a single, long moan followed by several shallow breaths. "I bet you Harry's never made you feel like this," Alex said after rising from Piper's legs and planted a long, loving kiss on Piper's lips. Piper stayed there for a moment longer, still trying to catch her breath before pulling up her pants and pulling herself together.
"Don't pretend like you don't know his name, Alex. You know it's Larry," Piper said, as if Alex weren't between her legs, mere seconds ago, giving her the best orgasmic experience next to the infamous night where she came an astounding seven times.
"And don't pretend like I didn't just go down on you," Alex said, winking. Piper licked her lips and smirked. The taste of herself was still on her lips, curtesy of their kiss. For a moment, they looked at each other, mesmerized by each other's gaze, even in the dimly lit chapel.
"Fuck! We need to go eat," Piper suddenly remembered, snapping them out of their trance.
"I already ate. I'm full," Alex responded, chuckling to herself. "I'll go to breakfast now. You know the drill. Come in after a couple minutes." Alex pecked her one last time before leaving.
"I'm not gay," Piper asserted.
"Alright! I'm just saying. I've noticed a pattern developing around breakfast time," Nichols stated. Piper nervously nibbled on her orange slice. "See, you come in late, just before Vause. Strategically staggered arrival?"
"Sounds familiar!" Morello added, lightly giggling.
"No. Absolutely not. That's ridiculous," Piper retorted, hoping they'd soon drop the subject.
"Okay... Where were you then? 'Cause I went by your cube..." Nicholas replied, utterly unconvinced.
"Where was I?" Piper's mind flashback to Alex licking, sucking and lightly nibbling on her-, "So, yes, Alex and I have been spending a lot of time together. But it's not like I'm-"
"What, rejoining the softball league?" Nichols smirked because she had received the answer long before she asked.