"It. Was. A. Long. Fucking. Line." Piper smirked as she whispered.

Alex could feel her grin through the air between them.

"I'm going to fuck you. Hard, Chapman." Alex placed her hand on Piper's head and pushed it into her, eliminating the air between them.

Their tongues fought their battles, passionately.

The sun had set, and the beach was empty. Alex had chosen the deserted part of the beach; international drug ring deals required privacy.

Piper raised her arms to hold the woman she loved, unaware of the smoothie filled brown paper cup in her hands.

"Pipes!" Alex cried, looking down at her black jeans soaked in sticky liquid.

"Holy shit, I'm so sorry! Let's go back to shack, get you cleaned up!"

Alex pushed Piper down against the sand and climbed on top of her. Alex was always the aggressive one. "Let's go ahead and make a bigger mess while we're at it."

"Fuck that's cold," Piper complained as Alex's wet shorts rubbed up against her thighs.

"Who told you to wear a sundress anyway? If it's me you're trying to impress-" Alex scoffs, then pauses before she finishes her sentence, "you'd have done a better job not putting anything on."

Piper placed her hand on Alex's cheek, caressing them slowly before taking of her glasses and reaching for her bun , opening it with a swift movement. She arched her back and tilted her head upwards, thirsty for more Alex.

The sky was now a dark blue, with a purple tinge – not that those two cared. All they knew was that no one was around and the sand was cold.

Alex moved her hands all around Piper, as she went down on her. She tasted the sweet strawberry flavour of her thighs, mixed with the saltiness of sweat and sand.