#rxckabilly

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           In fifteen minutes, Alex will finally arrive and Piper will be able to breathe    freely again; to laugh at inappropriate jokes and to do what any good girl should    never do ---- cheat on her husband. Worse than that, she is going to like it and    she’s going to wish that she had never settled for a white-collar business man    with hard brown eyes and a pained smile. 

           Marcus had to leave for a flight at 11:15 -- the big conference is coming up and      everything had to be perfect. At 10, she had served him his favourite dinner       -- steak and baked potatoes. Apparently, the steak had been burnt. For this she     had received two slaps across the cheek. Yesterday, he had manically scrolled     through her e-mails to find one from an old high-school friend and for that he had    accused her of cheating, spat in her face and wrapped his hands around her throat.    Eventually, she had cooled his temper with soft words and the touch of her hand    against his cheek. If Marcus is a lion, Piper has become quite the lion tamer.     She just hopes that he doesn’t sink his teeth in one day and eat her up like a piece     of meat. 

         The incidents are getting worse, happening more frequently and are certainly     becoming harder to hide. Foundation does the trick for her neck, but what about    the dark patch around her left eye from three days ago? Or the marks along her    arms from Marcus’ tight grip? Or the words ringing over and over in her mind?    

You stupid fucking slut, you’re nothing without me.    Nobody’s ever going to love you like I do. 

       A knock at the door makes her jump. Clearing her throat, she warily places    her glass of wine on the coffee table -- careful to avoid spilling -- and  lifts    herself from the $10,000 black leather couch, speeding over to the door,     sparing a quick glance in the full-length mirror in the guest bedroom.    A short, black figure-hugging dress with a lengthy black duffle coat,    black mascara, a hint of eyeliner and a classy updo serve her very well.       Marcus likes it when she dresses like this, but Piper prefers to let her hair    down. Swiftly, she yanks the bobby pins out of her hair and shoves them in her    pocket, allowing her blonde hair to flow down just past her shoulders. Much better.    What strikes her the most though is the way her cheekbones stick out more than    they should and the way her eyes look hollow and drained and the way    her skin doesn’t look like it used to. Fuck, maybe it’s obvious, maybe    it isn’t --- she can’t separate her past and her present anymore.

Her lips curve into a dopey smile, hands gently rested on Alex's shoulders. Outside of the nicest, most expensive French restaurant they had managed to find while walking along the Champs-Elysees, Piper is somewhere between tipsy and drunk. Warmth radiates through her body and everything adopts a softer quality than the hard-edged reality she's used to. The only thing that isn't curbed by the alcohol is her desire to bare herself to Alex -- and she isn't even sure what that entails. 

"Kiss me you idiot"

rxckabilly:

     "Forget for once that you do."

'Mm---

Alex eyed the other girl in the elevator standing in the elevator across from her, letting her gaze wander up and down the other woman’s body without shame. There was something about her, something Alex couldn’t exactly pinpoint, but she couldn’t stop staring. Alex just leaned back against the elevator wall, unabashedly looking at the other woman.

Amusement flashes behind green eyes and the ghost of a smirk pulls at the corners of her mouth. For all the dangerous intensity her girlfriend put forth, Alex easily undermined all of it. “Oh yeah?”     Getting to her feet, she takes a few steps forward until she’s right in Piper’s face and practically towering over her. “I’d love to see you try.”