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Three years. It had been three years since Piper sat across from Alex for the first time since her Ohio transfer. Well, two years and 348 days. Not that Piper had been counting.
Two years and 348 days ago, she told Alex that she’d left New York behind for her. That she was in Columbus to stay. That she wasn’t leaving, no matter what Alex said.
“You’re my wife,” Piper had whispered over the cramped visitor center table. “You’re it for me.”
She would never forget the relief on Alex’s face during that first visit. Their wedding had happened months ago, but this felt like the true beginning of their marriage — finally, they’d chosen each other, despite the circumstances.
And now, Alex was getting out. Piper could hardly believe it was today. She’d had a countdown in her head for the past year, but there was always part of her that feared what would happen if Alex got more time. They both knew life wasn’t easy in Max, and Alex had done what it took to survive in the past.
But not for the past two years and 348 days. No, Alex had kept her nose exceptionally clean. And Piper was finding her rhythm, too: She found a job doing electrical work for a local company and managed to afford a tiny apartment in a surprisingly charming district. It wasn’t much, but it had a small balcony in the back where she liked to eat her dinner in the summertime. She wasn’t the best cook yet — she mostly made grilled cheese, to be honest — but sitting on the balcony with a home-cooked meal and a glass of wine, she felt as far from Lichfield as she had in years.
And tonight, her wife would be there with her. Piper could hardly believe it. Alex. She’d said her name at night, over and over again, like a prayer. It got her through the loneliest nights and the most haunting memories… solitary, the riot, even Piscatella’s torture chamber. Alex. Her wife.
Her wife was coming home.
Release was at 11 p.m. – God knows why – but Piper drove her rattletrap of a Honda over to the prison at 9. She was too excited to wait at home. And so she waited outside the prison, in the pitch black night, counting down until she could finally touch the love of her life.
It was only 10:54 when the car door opened, jolting Piper out of her daydream of what she’d do to Alex when she saw her. Well, further into the daydream, really… Alex settled in the passenger seat so casually, suppressing a massive grin, and said “Sorry, I got lost on my way to my bunk.”
Piper’s heart was beating out of control as she looked at Alex’s long, dark hair and secretary glasses. Alex was wearing the regulation release outfit of a red sweatshirt and lumpy pants, but she was still the most beautiful person Piper had ever seen. Piper practically vaulted over the car’s middle console and straddled Alex’s hips, holding her face in her hands before kissing her long and deep. Alex’s hips keened upward, creating friction between their bodies as their tongues explored each other’s mouths for the first time in years.
“Alex,” Piper whispered, again and again and again between kisses. Her hands were tangled deep in Alex’s hair before she even realized they both were crying. She pulled back and kissed Alex’s damp eyelids before wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Pipes,” Alex gasped, “I’ve never been this happy.”
“Me too, Al,” she replied. “Now let’s get out of here before we get arrested again for public indecency.”
The drive back to Piper’s apartment was quick, and Alex didn’t let go of Piper’s hand the entire time. Alex regaled Piper with details of her release — apparently two other inmates had gotten into a fistfight over who got to keep her radio — and Piper reveled in hearing her husky voice.
“What?” Alex teased when she noticed the goofy grin on Piper’s face.
“Your voice,” Piper replied. “It’s like velvet. I can’t tell you how much I missed it.”
Alex reached over the console to kiss her as soon as they pulled into the parking lot outside Piper’s apartment complex. “You ready?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, let’s go home,” Piper said.
Piper became increasingly nervous as she and Alex walked hand-in-hand toward the apartment. It was a shoebox built before the Depression — everything creaked and the hardwood floor was so scratched up she worried about splinters. But as soon as Alex saw it, she gasped like it was the most beautiful home she’d ever seen.
“Pipes,” she whispered. “It’s perfect.”
Piper had strung up fairy lights all around the corners of the apartment, giving it a cozy glow, and there were pictures of the two of them all around. On the mantle, she’d printed and framed both of their mugshots.
“You’re celebrating your arrest?” Alex joked.
“It’s part of my life,” Piper said simply. “It sucked, but I’m not ashamed of it. And it brought me you. My wife.”
“Your wife,” Alex parroted, taking Piper’s hand and leading her over to the emerald green sofa Piper got for $50 from a flea market. As soon as they sat down, Alex was all over her, kissing her deeply until they were both horizontal, Alex’s body covering Piper’s. Her hands explored every curve of Piper’s body and her hips ground down until they were both panting.
“Baby,” Piper groaned. “I need you. Now.”
Alex didn’t have to hear twice. She pulled Piper up until they were both siting and immediately got to work undressing her. Piper was wearing a flowered dress — she always dressed up for Alex — but Alex was more interested in the lacy white lingerie she had underneath. She gasped when she saw it, sucking Piper’s nipples through the delicate fabric before removing her bra with one hand.
“Not fair,” Piper protested. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” Piper pulled the ugly prison sweatshirt over Alex’s head and dropped it to the floor before unclasping her bra. She stared at Alex’s tits for what felt like an eternity to Alex.
“Baby, touch me already,” Alex said lightly.
Piper got the message, bowing her head to suck on Alex’s nipples, tugging ever so slightly with her teeth. “I missed your tits so much,” Piper whispered.
“Me too,” Alex said, her expression going serious. “I missed all of you.”
Alex knelt in front of the couch and tugged Piper’s panties off before burrowing her head between Piper’s thighs. Piper was soaking wet, and Alex marveled for a second at how gorgeous her pussy looked before licking a long, slow line down her crease.
The action hit Piper like a lightning bolt, pleasure already coursing through her veins. She felt like she hadn’t been touched in decades, and she’d forgotten how good Alex was with her tongue.
Alex quickly reminded her. She licked slow circles all around Piper’s lips before zeroing in on her clit, small licks becoming deeper and harder as Piper’s thighs squeezed around her head. “Don’t stop,” Piper gasped. “Please, oh my god, please.” Alex kept the pressure on until Piper came, her body quaking and a stream of expletives pouring out of her mouth.
“Fuck, Al,” Piper gasped when she finally got her breathing somewhat under control. “I forgot how good you feel. Come here.”
Alex had barely sat on the couch before Piper laid her on her back and yanked her prison sweatpants off. Piper was so eager to get Alex naked that she heard a seam rip on the pants’ waistline.
“Sorry,” she said, a smile playing at her mouth as she tossed the pants aside.
“Don’t be sorry,” Alex laughed. “We should burn them.” She pulled Piper down to kiss her, reveling in the feeling of Piper’s naked tits on hers. Her hips started quaking again, begging for friction, before Piper kissed her way down Alex’s body and settled between her legs.
Piper didn’t waste any time getting to work. She missed Alex’s taste more than she even realized, and she let her tongue swirl deeply inside Alex’s depths before inserting two fingers into her wetness. Alex gasped at the pressure and Piper scissored her fingers while sucking Alex’s clit between her lips. “More,” Alex begged, and Piper added another finger. She made tiny circles with her tongue as she pumped her fingers into the other woman, marveling as she watched Alex fall apart.
Alex’s body relaxed after she recovered from her orgasm, and she pulled Piper’s head up until Piper was resting on her shoulder. It had been so long since they’d been naked together, and now here they were in a glorious, post-orgasmic haze. Tears welled in Alex’s eyes as she realized how long she’d waited for this exact moment. It was better than she ever could have guessed.