Do not own Orange Is the New Black or any of the characters.

I wasn't going to write anything based off of season two, but this just came to me. It isn't really much.

The loud bass of the music vibrated against the floor, shaking the bed slightly. Her laughter filled the room as she watched her. Her eyes never leaving her sight as she slowly danced her way towards the bed. The pile of wooden beaded necklaces she wore around her neck clicked and rattled against each other with each shimmy and shake of her movements.

God, she was so sexy, she thought as she drank her in the naked form of the queen in front of her.

Her blonde hair was bleached from the sun. It fell in waves down her back like a mermaid's. Her skin was sun-kissed and glowing in the candlelight of the room. She was wearing nothing but those colourful wooden beaded necklaces around her neck. They were of all of different lengths, falling at different parts of her body.

She continued to watch her with awe. Watching as she slowly made her way towards the bed. Stopping here and there to shake her hips along to the beat or throw her arms over her head and do a twirl of sorts. Her laughter intertwining with the music.

She really was something else, she thought as she continued to watch from her perch on the bed.

God, she wanted her.

But at the same time, she was happy just watching her twirl around the room like a child of sorts. She loved when she was playful with her like she was being now. She loved to see that mischief gleam in her eyes. That grin painted with amusement on her face.

She wondered how long she would keep up this game though before surrounding?

Knowing Piper, it wouldn't be too much longer. The girl loved to tease and play but would get impatient eventually and come to her with yearning in her eyes. With need and desire in her touch.

She always ended up coming to her.

The song came to an end as Piper finally came onto the bed. As a new song began to play, the blonde smiled wickedly at her.

"Do I look beautiful?" she asked in a low husky voice. Her blue eyes gleaming with lust as she straddled her hips and pushed back her shoulders, displaying her necklaces and small perky tits.

"Like a queen," she replied as her eyes roamed down the curve of her neck to her chest. She licked her lips slowly as she felt a pang from between her thighs. "Like a queen," she repeated as she placed a hand on the curve of her hip and crashed her mouth hard against the blonde's.

The clicking of the beads filling her ears as they swayed together.

A deafening silence filled her eyes as she woke up suddenly. Her head felt fuzzy like someone had filled it with cotton. She sat there for a second trying to piece together what had just happened. There was no clicking of beads and the loud beat of Latin music filling the room from the radio. There was no drunken laughter or hot blonde seated on top of her.

She was alone.

The room didn't have that musky scent of sex wafting heavily in the air. It smelt like old Chinese food and stale beer instead. The remains of her dinner.

Sweat drenched her body as her heart pounded against her chest. She was still getting over the excitement of the dream. She could feel her cunt throbbing between her thighs, begging to be touched, and attended too. However, she ignored this urge. This was not the first time she was waking up from a pretty vibrant sex dream. Mostly, everything she dreamt of nowadays was about sex like she was some sort of horny teenager or something. But really, she was just lonely.

She licked nervously at her chapped lips as she tried to come back to reality, the dream still fresh in her mind. She blinked her eyes rapidly as if to blink the darkness of the room away. It took her a few moments to adjust to the darken lighting before she felt the pulsing in her cunt slow down, slightly.

She didn't dare to move as she looked at the vacant walls of the room. She really should decorate or something she thought. To make it feel a little less dorm room like and a little more like...home?

This wasn't home, she thought.

She wasn't really sure what home was nowadays. It had been so long since she had a proper place to call home, but this certainly wasn't it.

This crappy small apartment in Queens was not her fucking home.

She still wasn't use to this fact though, that she was in Queens. She'd never lived here before and didn't understand how she had gotten here. She still couldn't believe she'd been released at all for that matter. It had all happened so quickly. She was still kinda waiting for the other shoe to fall or for someone to pinch her awake and tell her she was dreaming. That this was all some sort of weird dream nightmarish dream she was in.

She still wasn't use to this though. Even after two months of being out. She wasn't use to it. It was kinda ironic, but she almost missed Litchfield. A place she never thought she would ever miss. She'd loathed that place the minute she stepped in there with it's white cinderblock walls and sterile feeling rooms.

But, now that she was out and far away in Queens, she missed it.

She fucking missed Litchfield.

Litchfield had never been her home either. But the five or so months she had been there, it had started to take up the slight characterizations of home or what home should feel like.

She had friends there.

People, she loved and cared for.

Her family was there.

She knew no one in Queens.

She was terribly lonely these days. An emotion she hadn't felt in a while. It'd been there somewhat, in the back of her mind over the years as she went through life...living or pretending to live. But she hadn't felt very much alive since her mom had died if she was being honest with herself. She'd just gone through the motions of living and pretending that she was the same old Alex Vause. The cocky, don't give a fuck, badass chick. The drug importer.

However, she had to admit that kinda all went out the window, on the day that was still so clear in her mind, still. The day, not only her mother had died but Piper had stormed out of her life. That day, forever changed her. And how could it not really. In the span of less than 24 hours she had lost the two most important people in her life.

She remembered feeling terribly lonely back then too.

She suddenly, lifted the heavy curtain of hair away from her sweaty neck and brushed it to the side, allowing for it to fall down her chest in one rapid movement. A heavy sigh escaped from her lips as she continued to look at the blank walls. A sudden feeling of sadness washed through her like it always did when she thought about that day. God, she hated to think about that day.

Just like how she now hated to think about that more recent day back in Chicago.

She inhaled sharply through her nose as her heart let out a spas of sorts as the image of Piper in that holding cell filled her mind. She could still hear Piper's last words to her, ringing clearly in her ears like the repetitive chime of a bell.

fuckyoualexfuckyoualexfuckyoualexfuckyoualexfuckyoualexfuckyoualexfuckyoualex

She felt her eyes wet with tears, but she quickly blinked them away. She had already cried enough over the last two months since that day. She was tired of being a mopey, sad mess of a person. She wasn't normally like this. She had always been a hard luck kid and dealt with whatever crap life offered her. However, as she grew up, life was becoming harder and harder to handle. She knew if her mom was here, she would tell her to pick herself up and stop throwing a fucking pity party for herself, and get a job. Her patrol officer was up her ass about getting one of those too. But, how could she get a job when she was too scared to leave her apartment?

She hated being locked up here in the contents of her apartment with just herself and her thoughts like some sort of queen from the Tudor period, waiting for her execution.

God, she hated how fucking lonely she was.

At least at Litchfield, she had been surrounded by people. Women, she'd hated most of the time while there. But still, she hadn't felt as lonely as she did now. There was least people to talk to. To make jokes with and pretend that they weren't in such a shit hole together.

Yes, she might have her freedom now, but Alex didn't feel so free. She was too scared to leave her apartment most days. And when she did decide to venture out, it was only to get groceries or pop into the library a few blocks away. She didn't go far and she wouldn't stay out too long. She knew that she was being watched.

For once in her life, she was actually pretty fucking scared. That someone wanted to kill her.

That's why she kept a gun in the apartment now. Slept with it underneath her pillow, always keeping it close by for just in case.

She felt her heart begin to race slightly as she drifted her attention to the bedroom window. It was late now, but she knew if she went to go look out, that the car would be there on the side of the street. They were always watching her. Waiting. Waiting for she didn't know quite what for. Just waiting.

She sank back into the pillows of the bed.

She knew she should try to go back to sleep, but there was no real reason too. It was not like she had anywhere to go tomorrow. Tomorrow would just be like every other day. One seamless long endless scene like from a movie. The most boring movie scene ever, she thought.

Looking up to the ceiling, she thought back to her dream. It hadn't been a real dream though. More like a memory. It was a good memory. Of a time when life was so much better than it was now for her. Back when she seemed to have it all. She licked her lips again as she thought back to that steamy night in the hotel room with Piper.

She felt the muscles of her heart tighten again as she thought about the blonde. She missed her.

She'd written her a few letters, but hadn't heard back from her. She knew that Piper was mad and she didn't blame her. But it wasn't like she'd meant for this to happen. For her to walk free and for Piper to be stuck still at Litchfield. However, she knew that curiosity would get the better of her soon and that she would eventually read one or all of her letters she had sent her so far. She knew Piper. She knew that she would break soon. Usually love letters weren't her thing, but it wasn't like she had anything better to fill her time with.

It wasn't like they were filled with cheesy poems about yearning and absence makes the heart grow founder and sappy shit like that. No, they were more like ramblings and pieces of conversations she imaged having with Piper if she was here now with her.

Alex found herself writing a lot about the past and their around the world days together. Back when life had been good and seemed to having everything going for her.

Everything had been so much fucking easier back then.

As she continued to lay in the bed, thinking about Piper, her hand slipped underneath her shirt and began to rub at her right nipple. She let out a soft moan like sound as she began to rub harder at the nipple, twisting it almost painfully.

Squeezing her eyes shut, her other hand slipped underneath the waistband of her sweatpants to her cunt. She was once again transported back to that hotel room with the music blaring, the clicking of the beads and that beautiful woman of a queen.

Thanks for reading.

Julie