Story: 25 Days of Femslash (chapter 15)

Authors: Blood_Covered_Pheonix

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Chapter 15

Title: Christmas Cookies

It was her first Christmas in prison. It was the worse Christmas of her life and not just because she was in prison. She probably wouldn’t have cared much that she was in prison for Christmas; it was only the first of quite a few after all, but for the damn cookies. Mendoza had made little cookies to celebrate the holiday. Of course it was prison food cookies but she’d cut them into little gingerbread men and star shapes. Even that wouldn’t have bothered her, except that it reminded her of Piper. It was bad enough that the blonde had gotten herself locked into solitary and possibly transferred after playing the sexuality square dance with her for a few weeks, but did she really have to go popping up into every aspect of Alex’s life.

They’d been together over Christmas ten years ago, and Piper always got a hankering for cookies when it snowed. They’d gotten four inches on Christmas morning that year and Piper had rolled Alex out of bed to make cookies with her. They’d started with cookie cutter sugar cookies, Christmas trees, snowmen, little hearts, and reindeer, but had moved onto chocolate chip and eventually oatmeal raisin by midafternoon. Piper had impressed her with her ability to eat the entire last batch while the current batch was baking. By the time the oatmeal raisin cookies were in the oven, Piper was nearly full but practically vibrating with all the sugar she had consumed. They had a few dough balls left over so the blonde had drug her into the bedroom, bowl in hand.

She’d insisted on rubbing the dough onto Alex’s lips, the tip of her nose, all around her nipples and then leaving a trail of dough balls down her abdomen. Piper had kissed her way up and down Alex’s body, avoiding the cookie bits for as long as possible, only pulling one into her mouth when she couldn’t avoid it without Alex abandoning her for the shower. She picked up all of the balls, and then licked her lips clean and finally settling the matter of her nipples with Alex’s chest heaving. She kissed her way back down the drug dealer’s body then. They’d burned the last batch of cookies; Piper blamed Alex for being so vocal, claiming that she couldn’t hear the timer beeping away. Alex had argued that she’d never even set it in her perverted rush. They’d argued about it for weeks playfully.

Now Mendoza had delivered her a plate of memories when she was just dying to forget. She rested her chin in her palm and picked up the cookie she bit into it forlornly. Nicks sat down beside her and noticed the long look. “Vause you okay? That cookie offering you insult? I’ll bite off its head.” She offered playfully.

“No I’ll eat it myself.” Alex sighed.

“Morello’s boycotting the cookies, says they’re just a scheme to keep Red out of the kitchen. Better eat it quick.”

Alex started ignoring her then, and Morello when she sat, Yoga too when she finally showed to dinner. She munched on the cookie and thought of Piper, alone in a cell or in solitary. She probably didn’t know it was Christmas; she’d been gone for two weeks. Knowing Heely, she’d be in solitary until after New Year’s. The thought sickened her. Piper had her moments, but no human being deserved to be locked away for any length of time, much less an entire month. She couldn’t help her guilt. Piper had tried to come to her, to ask her for help and she’d turned her away.

She’d been angry, she had a right to be after that stupid radio fiasco, but she was certain that if she’d listened to Piper, she wouldn’t be in solitary or in another building. That was the worst part; she’d condemned Piper to some horrible but unknown fate. Most people didn’t get transferred over holidays; they waited in solitary for a hearing from the prison board. That probably meant Piper was in solitary right now, driving herself insane. She wouldn’t be sane enough to explain anything to the prison board, she’d get transferred and Alex would never know when. It didn’t matter anyway, it wasn’t like her knowing where Piper was or when that changed would help her or Piper. It would just make her feel a little more in control.

Control was important to her. It always had been since she’d found out about her dad being a total loser. She’d gotten into trafficking because of the amount of control it gave her over her own life. The money and requisite travel made her master of her fate, the girls she pulled into bed made her feel like a goddess. Her relationship with Piper from its very inception had been an exercise in control, even to naming her in the trial to show the girl that had broken her heart that she still had some pull over her fate. Then she’d methodically seduced her in prison. She was a controlling and manipulative person, but she’d never thought she’d let Piper break her heart again. She was supposed to be the master mind here, she was supposed to enjoy the relationship and then cut it off when things got to real. But Piper had forced her hand and she’d broken ties to soon, and then out of some last ditch effort to maintain her tenuous grasp of her power, she’d shut Piper off when it mattered and now she had no control. She didn’t know anything, and she was certain she never would. It was like waiting for Piper’s tongue to descend on her and lick the last traces of cookie dough off of her so that she could finally be released from the submission she’d been forced into by her own actions.

Alex raised the cookie to her eye level once again and frowned at it. She cursed Mendoza and Piper one last time before fitting the cookie into her mouth with a final ludicrous thought. Let that be the end of my memories of Piper, a damned Christmas cookie.

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