Their Forever

Cockblocked

"Fuck!" Alex mumbled under her breath, right up against her wife's pussy. She pulled the fabric further over herself, and situated herself under the dress.

Piper had been on the edge, nearly about to cum. Now, her heart was pounding. "Y-yes?" the blonde called out, as her mother walked into the room.

"What on earth are you doing up here?" Carol asked, cocking her head to the side. "Have you seen Alex? Everyone's looking for you guys. Dinner's coming out now."

Alex had been having a little snack of her own. It took all she had in her to keep from chuckling.

"I think she's in the bathroom? I'm just getting some air up here." Piper shook her head, wiping some sweat from her brow. Her hair was a tangled mess from her wife's tugs.

"You know, anxiety. There's a lot of people out there." she rambled, as she tended to do when she was nervous.

"Jesus, Piper Elizabeth. Your hair is a mess." Carol shook her head, heading for the dressing table. She plugged the curling iron into the outlet and switched it on, gently tapping her fingers on the wand to wait for it to heat up.

"Come here, let me fix it. You can't go out there looking like that." Carol spit out frantically.

Nobody was ever allowed to know that the Chapmans were anything less than perfect. She prided herself in her daughter's appearance, even in her 30s.

"It's really okay." Piper shook her head, her wife still situated between her legs. "For real, mom. I'll do it in a second."

"Stop being difficult." Carol spit out, a warning tone in her voice. "Now get over here. You can't let people see you with that rats nest. It's your wedding day!"

Alex saw no way out of this situation. Normally, she really didn't care who saw them fuck. She got off on the idea that someone could find them. Mrs. Chapman on the other hand was quite the turn off.

"I like literally can't." Piper said, shuffling her feet. She so badly wanted to ask Alex what they should do, but it wasn't exactly an option at this point.

"Look, Piper, you don't need to make things difficult for me. It's hard enough beaming and gloating about my lesbian daughter and her partner." Carol spit out. "At least let me fix your hair. Don't crush me like that."

"Fuck you." Alex mumbled, to which Carol spun her head around.

"What was that?" she asked, scrunching up her face at the comment.

"I said thank you." Piper shook her head, her chest full of panic. She nudged Alex with her foot. "Thank you for putting on a brave face today is all."

"Piper," Carol said, the same warning tone in her voice as if she were a little girl.

The blonde nudged her wife once more. "Alright, fine." Piper said, taking a deep breath.

Alex took the opportunity to crawl out from beneath her dress, trying to make it to behind the couch before her mother in law saw. She felt like she was in a fucking romantic comedy.

"Alex!" Carol shouted, her eyes widening. They were instantly full of rage. "What in the world were you-"

Her face quickly changed to one of pure disgust. She waved her hands in front of her face to try and get the image out of her mind. "No... No you weren't. Piper Elizabeth Chapman, tell me you weren't."

"I-" Piper stuttered, staring down at her feet. She hadn't had many sexual experiences in her teen years, and her mother had obviously never walked in on her before. "I honestly don't know what to tell you."

Alex stood to her feet, feeling a little silly crouched down on the floor. She dusted off the knees of her dress pants and placed a hand on each hip.

She wasn't going to be chastised like a child. They were grown married consenting women. Nothing they were doing was wrong.

"Yeah, so maybe if there's no answer, don't barge in?" Alex suggested firmly, wiping her lips with her hand. Piper's taste was still on her tongue.

Piper shot Alex a dirty look, hoping she would watch herself. As embarrassed as she was, she didn't need Carol getting any more upset than she already was.

"Sit. The both of you." Carol said, pointing to the couch before them. "Now. I mean it, Alex."

Alex reluctantly followed Piper's suit, taking a seat on the couch beside her. She rolled her eyes and plopped herself down on nonchalantly, while Piper sat upright, smoothing her hands over her white dress that contained her wife only a few moments ago.

Carol Chapman paced back and forth in front of the two girls, feeling like she'd just caught Piper at 12 kissing a girl in her bedroom. She liked to block that memory out, but here they were again.

"Are you two insane?" she said finally, coming to a stop in front of the both of them. Poor Piper couldn't even make eye contact, but Alex stood her ground. "You know that's what your honeymoon is for, right?"

"Most people can at least make it through their wedding reception without-" Carol paused to shudder at the thought.

If she'd walked in on Piper and Larry, it would've been a little different. While still disgusting and completely wrong in Carol's eyes, as she was quite the prude, it would've been better than lesbian sex at a non traditional wedding. Anything would've been better than that, in fact.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" the woman asked, treating the girls as though they were scolded young children.

Alex opened her mouth to speak, but Piper short her a glare. While she always appreciated her wife's bluntness, always appreciated how she stood up for her, now was not the time. Carol had been civil today, and Piper wanted to salvage as much of that as possibly.

"I'm sorry, it was dumb." Piper agreed, nodding her head towards her mother. "I just-"

"Just what? Couldn't wait?" Carol spit out, shaking her head. "And then tried to hide Alex like you were some little kids up to no good? Do you know how many people are out there? Family, friends. Your own father! Anyone could've heard you or walked in."

"Maybe some people learned how to knock and wait for an answer." Alex mumbled under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.