Their Forever

Pillow Princess

"Woah, easy pipes." Alex chuckled, as her wife backed her into the door of their apartment. Piper's hands had been all over her since they'd pulled out of the Chapman's driveway. Much to her dismay, Alex wasn't really down for getting fingered in a cab.

As much as Alex loved anything in public, she only loved it on the giving end. Nobody was going to make Alex a needy slut. The only thing she ever needed that badly was to touch Piper. Anything else, she could wait. Someone walking in on her pleasing her girl, marking her body, taking care of her needs because she'd made Piper so needy she couldn't wait another second; now that was hot. Alex getting eaten out in a bathroom, fingered on the subway, all were hard passes from her.

Piper pressed her lips into Alex's, and ran her fingers through her wife's long black hair, tugging gently. Piper was definitely submissive, especially when it came to Alex, but sometimes she craved a little bit of control. Even when Piper got rough, it was always with Alex's permission, of course. Alex was the one in complete control, enough so that if she gave some up occasionally, it was always on her terms.

Alex leaned back into the heavy black steel door, the cold metal sending chills down her spine. December in the city meant nearly freezing to death on the short walk from their subway station on 56th street to their apartment on 57th. The wind was brutal, whipping them in the face so hard that they could barely catch their breath. While being in their hallway protected them from the freezing wind, Alex would've much rather been in their nice warm apartment, curled up under a blanket. On top of it all, she didn't exactly feel like the epitome of sex at the moment. Her hair was thrown up in a messy bun after their steamy exchange earlier, and she was bundled up in a puffy knee length black jacket. She couldn't understand why Piper was dying to touch her, why she couldn't even wait until they were inside the apartment.

Alex was sure that she'd worked the energy out of her in the front yard at her mother's place. Hell, she'd fucked her in the front yard in the middle of the December cold. It had been such an adrenaline rush that they hadn't even realized until they'd gotten in the cab that Piper had been naked in such freezing weather.

Alex placed a hand on each side of Piper's cheeks, her hands feeling like ice cubes against them. Piper's cheeks were bright red from the cold, and she looked absolutely beautiful, even with her crazy blonde hair that looked like it had never seen a brush. "Pipes, baby, why don't we get inside and get warmed up first?" Alex offered, planting a soft kiss on her wife's lips.

"I'll warm you up." Piper smirked, reaching to unzip Alex's jacket. Something about this seemed so forced, so not sexy. Alex nearly cringed at her words, though the effort was cute. "Let's snuggle under a blanket." Alex smiled, kissing her lips once more. She pulled the keys to their apartment from her pocket, having trouble fishing them out since her hands were practically frozen solid. She slid the key into the lock, and slammed her body into the door as it turned. Their apartment wasn't in the greatest shape. There were little tricks to make things work. Like their door for example, that never opened unless you jammed into it as you unlocked it.

Alex tossed the keys onto their side-table as she walked in, the keys falling a few inches from their designated hook on the wall above it. Piper groaned and put them in their place as Alex took off her coat. "Hey!" Piper huffed, folding her arms over her chest like a small child. "I was going to do that, Al."

Alex pursed her lips together and hung her coat up on the hook. She smoothed a stray piece of hair behind her ear and shrugged. "What's going on, Pipes?" She asked, raising a brow out of curiosity. Something definitely seemed off. She hadn't ever seen Piper seem so forced, so rushed to touch her. It didn't feel right, and the moment wasn't exactly sexy.

"Is there something wrong with me wanting to touch my wife?" Piper asked, wrapping her arms around Alex's waist. It was much more defined now without the bulky jacket, which had hidden her gorgeous curves. "God, you're so fucking hot."

Alex reached around her back and grabbed Piper's hands, pulling them to the front of her. "Really," she began, her voice turning serious. Piper could always tell when her tone changed that she meant business. "Tell me what's up."

Piper smoothed her thumbs back and forth over Alex's soft hands and took a breath. "I-" she hesitated, only to be greeted by an eyebrow raise from Alex, "I just feel bad, Al. That's all."

Alex sighed and led her by the hand towards their couch, taking her jacket for her as she tossed it onto the floor beside her. It was obvious that something was bothering her, because to Piper Chapman, everything had a place. She was usually running around behind Alex, cleaning up after her like a toddler who'd just thrown everything out of their toy box; at least, that was how Piper felt anyways.

"So, kid." Alex said playfully, hanging Piper's burgundy coat up on the hook directly beside hers. "Why do you feel bad?" She asked, her tone once again shifting back to a more serious one. "Is it because of dinner?" They'd had a wild day up until this point, so it wasn't surprising that there was something on Piper's mind. In fact, Alex had figured this was going to be a rough night. After all, Piper had just come out to her entire family, and was put down by both of her parents in front of them.

"No, no." Piper said quickly, shaking her head. "It's not that." Piper played with her hands in her lap anxiously, fixing her gaze on them. She was doing anything to keep from looking into those emerald green eyes, eyes which she could normally stare into all day. "I expected that. I expected my mom to try to stop me, and I expected my dad to be disgusted by the fact that 'this isn't me'." She shrugged, biting down on her lip. "I actually feel kind of free now, you know that? Like, I wasn't hiding. I don't know how to explain it, Al. It's liberating. But no, it's not that."

Alex took a seat on the grey linen sofa beside her, and placed a hand on top of Piper's. Thankfully, they were starting to warm up now. "Are you upset with me, Pipes? Cut to the chase, babe. You can tell me anything." Alex nodded, although Piper was too fixated on her hands in her lap to notice.

"Do I make you happy?" Piper asked, briefly glancing up at her face, before looking right back down. "Woah, woah, woah." Alex shook her head, her mouth dropping open. "What makes you ask that, kid? You make me happier than anyone in my entire life. I've literally never been in love with anyone other than you."

She was pretty concerned by the question, but still let out an anxious chuckle. "Hell, before you I never even let a girl spend the night, and we're about to have our second wedding. What's going on?" Piper let out a sigh of relief, and placed a hand over her heart; as if it had lifted a huge weight off of her shoulders. She knew how much Alex loved her, Alex showed her that just about every second of the day. She was honored to be the one to have domesticated Alex Vause. Her mind was just running nonstop, and she had needed the reassurance. "No, but like, do I please you?" Piper clarified, intertwining their fingers. "Like sexually."

Alex cocked her head to the side and squinted slightly, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Pipes, of course you do. Where is this coming from?" The woman placed a finger under her wife's chin, and lifted it slightly so they were making eye contact. Piper shook her head, and fixed her eyes back on her lap. For her, this was quite embarrassing to talk about.

"It's just that, you don't let me touch you often, and you deserve it too." Piper said softly. There was a natural order of dominance and submission in their relationship, especially in the bedroom. If Alex wanted to be touched, she'd make it known completely. It wasn't that she didn't want to be touched, or that she wouldn't let Piper, It was that satisfying her girl meant more to her than being pleased herself.

"Pipes, what are you getting at here? I've got a pretty adventurous sex life if you ask me; and that's coming from me. Fuck, babe. I fingered you on your parent's front lawn like three hours ago." Alex chuckled. She was trying to lighten the situation, because she knew Piper felt bad. "I'm not being neglected, I'm super sexually fulfilled thank you very much. It just so happens that making you cum over and over and over again does more for me."

Piper once again let out a big exhale. "And Pipes, you can touch me without being dominant. Sure, it can be hot sometimes, but that's not your thing, especially if it's forced. If you're feeling it, sure." She said, pausing to correct herself. "And if I allow it. But I prefer my submissive baby anyways. A sub doesn't always mean a bottom." Alex said, smiling as Piper finally kept eye contact with her. "You're far from a pillow princess, kid. Don't worry about it." Alex leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Now, if you would like to eat me out, by all means, be my guest."