The Reign Of Vause

New Year's

(Piper's POV)

Since it was New Year's Eve, Alex and I thought we'd celebrate together in our new Paris branch of the club. I knew we were here to set up a club since she let me choose the city but I just didn't know where in the city she'd be taking me tonight. Was our club even set up yet? We'd just arrived. All I knew is we were dressed for the occasion, in short sexy dresses, makeup, jewellery and heels in the back of a cab, Alex holding my hand with that annoyingly smug smirk never leaving her face.
When we arrived, Alex kept hold of my hand as she led me out of the cab. My jaw dropped.
"Surprise." She smiled.
It was the club that the cartel always went to to unwind back in the days when Alex and I were dating. Alex and I had so many memories here and the view of the Paris skyline from its balcony was simply outstanding.
Now, it had a huge, pink neon sign that read 'Viper' in a scrawled handwriting font. Alex watched me as I took it in. She had done this even before we left New York. The penny dropped.
"That's what you were doing on your laptop in your office!" I exclaim happily.
She grinned and nodded,
"Uh huh."
My smile went from ear to ear.
"I can't believe you did this for us!"
She chuckled,
"I did it, for you."
At this, I turned to her, draped my arms around her neck and deeply kissed her. After a few minutes, she chuckled into my mouth and said,
"Alright, come on, let me show you what our new club looks like." She giddily said, taking me by the hand and walking me inside.
As she had planned, it was a club casino, the dancefloor and bar at the front with the casino in the back. There was also a private upstairs area that was reserved for Alex and I only with one leather seated circular booth made just for the two of us that overlooked the club, a private bar and a balcony. She had placed two very burly bouncers at either side of the staircase with a purple velvet rope sandwiched between them. Keeping my hand in hers, Alex glided us up the stairs and sat me in the booth, kissing my hand and coming to sit next to me.
"Drink?" She asked.
I smiled and nodded. Not knowing what to say.
She raised her hand and snapped her fingers and one of her, well I guess our, waiting staff immediately came at her call.
"Yes Madame Vause?" He asked.
"Give us 'The Vauseman' with two straws s'il vous plait."
"Certainly." He said and within seconds, our shared drink was sitting at the table in front of us.
I waited until Alex had taken her first sip of our drink through her straw and when she'd finished, I couldn't contain it anymore. I made out heavily with my wonderful wife, cupping her face in my hands as she reached forward to cup mine with one hand, caressing my cheek.
Breaking the kiss and finishing our drink, I took Alex's hand and brought us both out of the booth and down the staircase.
"Let's dance baby." I smirked sexily at her and she smirked back,
"Let's." She said with her trademark Alex Vause smirk.
She took the lead then and led me to the middle of the dancefloor. We started to dance but not all in each other's space just yet. It was the best kind of foreplay, being so close to the person and body you loved and wanted to touch most in the world but not being able to yet, not allowing it.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me, too close behind me. I smelled the aftershave so turned around and looked up at the French stranger grinding on me.
"Je te regarde danser depuis un moment maintenant et je devais me rapprocher de toi." He purred in my ear.
I was so uncomfortable with this. I hadn't really understood what he'd just told me but I knew the words 'danser' and 'rapprocher' so I worked out that what he'd just said to me was,
"I've been watching you dance for a while now and I had to get close to you."
Within seconds, Alex was by my side, shoving him away from me, giving him a face like thunder.
"Attention si je coupe? Je crois qu'elle est ma femme après tout." She growled at him. Now this, I understood since Alex found herself apparently having to say it quite often. She'd said,
"Mind if I cut in? I do believe she's my wife after all." Except back in the day, she said 'she's my girlfriend' since we were only married 5 months ago.
The guy glared at her but he received a more poisonous, dangerous one in return from Alex as she draped herself around me, kissing my neck.
I hummed in the French I knew,
"Hmm vous pouvez couper à tout moment Madame Vause."
I'd said,
"Hmm you can cut in any time Mrs Vause."
Alex's eyes fluttered closed at this and she purred into my ear,
"Ugh fuck, I forgot how even sexier you are when you speak in a foreign language." At this, she resumed kissing and sucking on my neck and occasionally glancing up at the guy who had been flirting with me, marking her territory. He had angrily and defeatedly walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey neat, scouring the dancefloor for his next unsuspecting victim that didn't have a hot, lesbian, club owning wife to protect her.
I smiled,
"Hmm well how about this? Te amo Alex Vause." I spoke to her in Spanish.
She smiled back,
"I love you too Pipes."
At this, she took my hand and lead me upstairs again, ordering us two champagnes at our private bar and out to the private balcony that had panoramic views of the Paris skyline. It was now five minutes to midnight. We stood and stared at the view, hand in hand, fingers intertwined, with my head resting on Alex's shoulder as we both nursed our champagne with our free hands, waiting for the New Year to come.
"I can't believe I'm back here. Back here with you. Back here with you as my wife." Alex sighed happily.
"Ditto." I smiled up at her, stretching to kiss her cheek.
"You know, I came here with Fahri and Aydin after we broke up and I'd buried my mom. I wasn't exactly sober back then because I didn't want to be here, it was under Fahri and Kubra's command that I was. You leaving and being the place I found out my mom was dead ruined this city for me, plus Fahri fucked up and got killed in our hotel room here by Aydin. I hated Paris passionately back then, it's supposed to be the city of love not the city of loss." She sighed sadly then took a large gulp of champagne.
I blinked, shocked.
"Wow Alex, I'm so sorry, Fahri was killed here?" I apologetically asked her.
She tightened her lips and nodded.
"Yeah."
I snuggled into her neck even more.
"Oh babe, I'm sorry. I know he was your friend." I said sympathetically.
She put her head on top of mine, both of us turning to look at the city views.
"He was, but not as much as you were, not as much as you are." She sighed again, turning her head to kiss the top of mine.
"Leaving ruined it for me too you know?" I tell her.
She lifted her head to look at me in prompt to continue.
"I never planned to leave you. I've always loved you. Honestly? It was just a spur of the moment thing and I was mad that you were choosing the drug business over me so when I left, I knew I'd fucked up so carried through with leaving and cried the whole way back to the States, swearing to myself that I'd never go back to Paris again because even if I'd met someone new, like, I guess Larry, and we came here, it wouldn't be the same because being in the city of love only matters when you're with the person or people you love and my heart has always belonged to you." I confess.
Thanks to the lights of the city, I could see that her eyes were glassy and she had tears in her eyes.
"Oh babe, I never knew that." She sniffled and kissed me deeply.
This was getting a bit too deep and weepy, even if we did have to get things off our chest, but it was New Year's so I thought I'd lighten the mood a little.
I broke our kiss and giggled,
"Not now Alex! It's not midnight yet!"
She chuckled back and we went back to our original position with her hands interlocked and heads resting on each other, looking out at the city.
Then we heard people yelling the countdown from inside the club,
"Dix!" (Ten)
"Neuf!" (Nine)
"Huit!" (Eight)
"Sept!" (Seven)
"Six!" (Six)
"Cinq!" (Five)
"Quatre!" (Four)
"Trois!" (Three)
"Deux!" (Two)
"Une!" (One)
"Bonne année!" (Happy New Year)
And at that, fireworks immediately lit up the skyline.
Alex and I immediately kissed deeply and lovingly, smiling into our kiss as we cupped each other's faces with the hands that weren't holding our glasses of champagne.
She broke the kiss and smiled at me,
"Happy New Year Pipes."
I smiled back,
"Happy New Year Al."
We resumed the kiss for a few moments then turned to look at the fireworks display, hands woven together, champagne in our other hands, cheeks touching and in love.
"You know, I was such an idiot back in the days when we were dating." Alex then said.
I laughed,
"Hey you said it, your words not mine babe."
She playfully pouted and shoved me with her shoulder.
"Hey! I meant because I never took you to the restaurant in the Eiffel Tower so what do you say we go now?" She asks, smiling hopefully.
"I say yes." I smile so she takes my hand to take me to the restaurant.
"This reminds me of that photo of us at the top of the Eiffel Tower. You know the one I got framed with the hearts with A&P inside them? Only so much better." She smiled.
This had been such a magical way to bring in the New Year.