Parallel Universes

Is there a safe way to say: I should've/would've/could've done/said (insert noun here)?

Let me make this clear, I'm not saying that those possibilities do not exist, I'm just certain that even if they indeed were other choices, we would all have ended up in the exact same point.

Why? Well, I really believe that I was destined to meet her.

Out of all the possibilities I had that day, I had to go there, I had to enter that stupid bar. I was going to stay home, watch a movie, maybe drink a beer or anything to take the edge off, but somehow I was there, in the exact same moment.

We managed to exist in this universe in the same exact moment.

Life on earth (at least for Homo sapiens sapiens) started approximately 130,000 years ago, and out of sheer coincidence we live in the same age, year, continent, country and hell, same fucking state and neighborhood.

There are infinite universes, mathematically speaking and if you believe, metaphysically too, but not just that, astronomically.

Thousands and thousands of galaxies with different planets and different types of lives.

And still.

"It's a little cold out for a margarita, don't you think?"

And that stupid smile.

I believe we fell back in love in that moment.

Yes, back. Because there's no way that was the first time our souls met. There was a painful familiarity in all of that. We both knew that even if everything failed, we'd still be together, no matter what.

And several years later, here I am, proving the fucking point. Both in prison.

OF FUCKING COURSE we had to be in the same stupid fucking prison.

But going back to the Parallel universe shit, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. For instance:

What If:

We met at the bar but we didn't talk?

We met at the bar, talked, and went to my place instead of her's?

Fucking Silvie never arrived?

Fucking Silvie arrived and joined us?

Okay that one is too fucked up to even think about it, but you get me now?

And the more I analyze the different scenarios, I'm really convinced that the outcome would've been the same.

Both of us, together –stuck together.

Because the stupid theory about human beings being four legged and shit, separated as a punishment by Greek god Zeus and struggling to find your other "half" sounds fucking moronic and at the same fucking time I can feel her even when she's not even close and I can feel what she's feeling and I know that she's a fucking egoistical little shit, but I fucking love her.

And I fucking hate it.

Also… I fucking love it.

"I fucking hate you
But I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled
Yeah"

Enlisting several years later, what if:

Larry was never in the fucking picture?

We both didn't get caught?

We stopped loving each other?

Didn't fuck in the chapel?

There's endless possibilities and somehow I can imagine all of them with the same outcome, just in a different order and/or totally different but the feeling being the same.

Just so you can picture this thing:

What if we met at the bar but we didn't talk? Picture this.

Piper enters the bar, asking the bartender for a job and trying to give him her resume.

Alex watches her from her table and listens intently to what she's saying, because she find's herself captivated by that cute voice.

Piper orders a Margarita and Alex snorts, thinking it's cold outside to be having a Margarita, but she keeps quiet and just observes the fragile-looking girl.

Alex wants to comment on the girl's choice of clothes but knows better and just keeps observing the gorgeous woman who, casually watches her too, with a totally nervous expression.

Piper feels uncomfortable, receiving all that attention from the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, she doesn't even notice that she's really enjoying the art of practically ogling a woman.

Alex doesn't mind because she's, by now eye-fucking Piper, trying to imagine what it would be like having her underneath her sheets.

Piper is starting to get drunk, but she's in that phase where you just feel a pleasant buzz and she watches as the raven-haired girl bends over trying to pick up something she dropped (she didn't even paid attention to that unimportant detail).

Alex deliberately keeps her ass up, and suddenly turns around, still in the same position, letting the blonde girl watch her full cleavage that pleads to escape.

Piper audibly gasps and catches her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling a pool forming in her underwear. Hell, she might as well cum right there and then because the raven-haired girl suddenly vocalizes for the same time and Piper swears that sultry voice is the sexiest thing she's ever heard, that voice is sex itself.

Alex picks her glasses from the floor and puts them back on, sipping from her new beer and moaning in pleasure, she closes her eyes to enhance her taste and when she opens those green orbs, they are almost blackened and she fixes her stare on the blonde lady who is unashamedly biting her left index finger, always watching the other woman.

The whole word has long since ceased to exist for both of them.

They are too far gone to stop now.

Alex fell in her own game.

Piper wasn't as innocent as she looked.

So when the blonde stood up and motioned Alex to follow her, the raven-haired woman was practically running to the bathroom, behind the blonde one.

They barely finished opening the door when their lips collided forcefully, trying to possess and drink and savour every inch of the other's mouth.

Devouring each other, they frantically search for skin to skin contact, getting rid of all of the offending pieces of clothing that made the task absolutely more desperate.

When they were finally naked, Alex caught Piper's nipple between her teeth without a warning and Piper almost screamed in pleasure, head rolling backwards and exposing her long neck.

Alex knew exactly what she was doing when she flicked her tongue above Piper's nipples and Piper was just standing awkwardly close to the wall, so she turned Alex and slammed her back to the wall.

Alex was caught off guard by the action, unfamiliar with that treatment, because she's the one in control.

But Piper didn't know.

Piper didn't even care.

She placed inadvertedly two digits around Alex's clit and started massaging and squeezing so slowly and so deliciously that Alex opened her mouth and moaned long and low, almost growling.

Alex shivers and Piper melts, biting back a moan.

Alex thrusts two fingers inside Piper who is more than ready. She starts moving her fingers, thrusting in and out of the blonde, while she tries to maintain her rhythm and fucks Alex too.

Movements become erratic and breathing is a difficult task as they both start to reach their climax.

Not a single word is needed because they seem to be in complete synchrony.

Piper falls off the edge first and her world collapses in broken phrases and exploding colors, Alex putting her free arm around the blonde's waist to try to keep her standing.

Piper rides her orgasm as she whispers on Alex's ear: "I want you to cum."

And it is all it takes for Alex to let go and start shivering violently. Her orgasm is short but intense and she feels her knees starting to fail, so she lets go of Piper and puts her hand on the wall, trying to not fall to the floor.

After several seconds of the two trying to catch their breath, Alex breaks the silent stares and says in a raspy voice:

"Hello."

I can totally picture that happening.

I love it.

And I hate it.

A/N: It's been a long time, and I apologize for not updating any of my stories. I will get to it soon.

By the way, the lyrics in the middle are from IFHY-Tyler, the creator.