Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. Please don't republish without asking. A continuation of the final scene of "F*cksgiving", and primarily an exercise in smut. Most certainly rated "M". Enjoy.

Fool Me Twice

By TheLawya

Chapter 1

Twice, Piper had invited the whirlwind of Alex Vause to lift up her life and spin it around like a trailer flung through the air by a Midwestern tornado. And twice, it had started with a kiss.

"Two kisses," thought Piper to herself, two very different kisses with eerily similar results, a decade apart. She understood the lesson she should take away from this. If she wanted her life to settle – if she wanted to pick up the shattered pieces of the normalcy that she simultaneously craved and loathed – if she wanted a life without tornados – she was simply going to need to keep her lips to herself.

The first time, a confident and older Alex had seduced her, and there could be no mistaking who was predator and who was prey. Alex was tall, and dark, and dangerous. She was sophisticated. She had money and power and friends who politely spoke to Piper from behind dark sunglasses that didn't quite hide their disdain. She was the opposite of the whitewashed Connecticut life that Piper wanted so desperately to avoid returning to, fresh off the eager freedom of Smith College. And so when she wrapped her fingers in Piper's hair that night, when she pressed her tongue between Piper's lip as they stood at the front door of her apartment building, and her hand between Piper's thighs as they stood at the kitchen counter inside, Alex was a force of nature. She would not be denied this beautiful blonde 22-year-old. She would have this would-be waitress, with her concocted resume and her porcelain skin, and have her she did. Alex possessed her. She lifted Piper from her foundation and spun her a hundred feet in the air, whisking her off to locations too beautiful to describe, showering her with gifts and excitement and the thrill of forbidden sex.

The second time, Piper's innocence was a long-forgotten memory. An adult on the cusp of the most routine of lives, she had been uprooted from her carefully constructed WASP's nest and deposited, with as much fanfare as possible, in a Federal women's correctional facility, only to find herself facing the very tornado she thought she had escaped a decade ago. But this time, she thought things were different. She was so sure she knew what she was facing. She wasn't some nervous farmer's daughter staring down a big mean storm – she was a storm chaser, equipped and prepared to handle the very force that had taken her down so long before. She could contain this. She was sure of it. She was a grown woman. She would not be swept away again. But this kiss – this second first kiss – a kiss only experienced by those who have been separated by complex and lengthy circumstances and rejoined by miracles or fate – well, it nearly made her fucking head explode.

Piper had never felt, ever, the particular combination of anger, fear and lust that led her to take Alex's hand and pull her into the chapel. She had desired this woman before, oh yes. She had spent years desiring her, years where Alex's mouth and fingers had dictated much more of her life than she cared to now admit. But this – this all-consuming hotness, this fury and fear and, and this want, no, this NEED to be taken, this was new.

Piper pulled Alex to her, wrapping her fingers in thick black hair, and pressed her tongue against lips that yielded immediately. She pressed into Alex's mouth, a groan escaping from the back of her throat. That feeling, at least, was exactly how she remembered. Her anger was still there, thrumming through the back of her mind. And fear was there, too. Her time in the SHU, the desperation for human touch borne of that isolation and fear muddled together with the darkening desire, the memory of which she had secretly savored for all these years. Fumbling hands pulled Alex's shirt off, and Piper's fingers struggled with Alex's bra before Alex stopped her.

"Wait." A hushed command. Piper, furious, glared up at her, her hands paused halfway through lifting her own shirt over her head. She had no intention of waiting. She needed to feel Alex's breasts pressed against her. Alex smiled despite herself, the heat of the moment almost broken by Piper's glare, and pointed to the closet behind the rear pews.

"In there," she whispered," unless you want Mendez to come in here and find your legs wrapped around my neck." Piper's breath caught in her throat at the thought of Alex's soft mouth against her body, and she allowed Alex to take her hand and lead her into a storage space roughly the size of one of the prison's shower stalls. Alex closed the door behind them, and the silence enveloped them.

Now, with a moment to think, Piper's fear overtook her. Her anger wavered, and she looked up at Alex, who stood only inches from her.

"Maybe we shouldn't…" she started, nervously squinting through the dim light leaking in under the closet door over Alex's shoulder.

"Maybe?" Alex intoned, her voice dangerously husky. "Is that what you think?" Piper swallowed. Her recent bravado had all but dissipated, and her voice shook as she reconsidered the swirling emotions that had led her to Alex's lips a second time. What had she been thinking? This woman was not a project. She was not an experiment. She was not a thing to be observed or toyed with. She was a tall, dark storm. She was a destroyer of towns, of lives. She was dangerous. She was…

"Piper." Alex breathed into her ear, her hands sliding down to cup Piper's ass through her cotton pants. "I understand that you're afraid." Piper felt her heart hammer against her chest. How on EARTH had she just landed herself in this tiny, cramped closet with this woman? How had she been so weak? So unprepared? This was the person responsible for the chaos that had enveloped her life! But…

"But you…you kissed me this time. Remember?" Alex's voice sent chills down her spine, and she looked up into eyes that burned through her.

"I…" started Piper, beginning to panic.

"You kissed me, Piper. Because you want me." Piper involuntarily arched her back as Alex reached behind her to unclasp her bra. "You want me. And I'm going to give you what you want. What we both need." The palms of her hands stroked down Pipers back, soothing. Piper's breath was ragged. She wanted to run. Alex bent down to press warm lips to the side of Piper's neck, just below her ear. Her tongue slid down smooth skin. Long fingers brushed around Piper's hips, snaked up her torso, stopped at her ribs. Alex's thumbs stroked softly just below her breasts, she felt the ribcage beneath her hands expand quickly with each sharp intake of breath. Piper's panic had given way to pure arousal, but her nervousness lingered. She remembered all too well the way this woman could make her feel. The husky voice in her ear, "I'm going to make you come, Piper." Piper felt a sudden jolt between her legs, and dampness began to spread. She stuttered a response, a brave few words of protest.

"I won't make the same mistake with you again…I can't…"

"I'm going to make you come, because you want me to. Because we both need it. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to come for me. So stop fighting it. Piper…we need this. You need this."

The fight drained out of Piper. The last vestiges of resistance were no match for this woman's voice murmuring in her ear, for those long fingers splayed around her abdomen. She sighed, and gave up. Her foundation cracked under the force of the familiar wind.