Piper + Meredith Epilogue (Teaser)

For some reason, it's taking me much longer than I thought it would to get this epilogue written. It's not that I can't find the time or anything, it's that I don't feel like I've found Meredith's 'voice' yet. I've got 3500+ words down but I still feel... unhappy with it. Anyways, here's a teaser, the first scene of the epilogue. This doesn't reflect anything about the rest of the story nor is it proof-read, so, don't draw too many conclusions from it. Just wet the whistle.

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"What am I listening to?"

There were some rumblings. Someone in the background, presumably another musician, on the phone. He asked to be involved, that this "stuff was right". Meredith glanced sceptically, wondering what it was she supposed to be listening to. Piper's cute smile only told her to keep listening.

Then there came a fade out. Then the synthesized tones of a keyboard. Meredith peaked. Piper's beautiful almond eyes were fixed on her she listened to a vocalist pipe up;

"I like the way you move," he crooned. There were soft jingles and twinkling chimes. The keyboard beat faded into the back and a female voice joined him in saying 'all together'. When she stepped back and took stock Meredith realized that Piper was right. The melody was beautiful.

"I like the way you move... period."

The song had a twinkle to it, was easy to get lost in. Yet when Piper's smile became sly, became lusty, Meredith knew then that something more special was coming her way. After nearly six months she could read Piper's emotions in a snap. Even as the girl slowly came up behind her chair Meredith knew what was coming.

"...Baby..."

The kisses were light at first. Sweet. Soft. Little pecks against the length of her bared neck. By tilting her head to the left side and sweeping away her chestnut locks, she'd openly freed up her supple neck for Piper caress with those tender lips of hers. Juicy kisses began behind the cool flap of Meredith's ear. Piper found a spot and suckled it for the briefest instance before moving on. Each kiss a little lower than the last.

"I just wanna dance with you..."

Meredith swallowed breaths so sharp her nostrils flared. The grip she had off the edges of the chair's armrests was so tight her knuckles turned white. It was all she could do to simply sit there and control herself. Piper's hands, so delicate and careful for someone her age, came to Meredith's shoulders and began to knead. The gentle caress purposefully worked the knots out of her system while those angelically soft lips kissed they way down to her trembling nape.

"I just wanna hold you close..."

Meredith's eyes rolled in their sockets with every gesture. Her lover's cool breath tickled her skin, now damp with Piper's saliva. Then before she knew it, before Meredith could tell her no, that tickling sensation glided from the back of her neck to it left side, where Piper replaced it with her teeth. The older woman sobbed and shut her legs to help stifle that familiar longing between her hips. She whimpered "...don't..." fleetingly, half-heartedly.

"Take you in my arms..."

She knew by now the fascination Piper had with her neck. Meredith had to admit to more than a little... arousal... when the teen told her how milky it was when they were in bed together. Piper would spend minutes lavishly explaining how beautifully her neck caught the light when it was wet, how delicate its flesh felt between her teeth, how her perfume complimented it. Meredith's neck bruised like a peach -- and more than a few times she'd been forced to come into work twirled around it to hide the hickeys. Meredith, all her senses exploding, strained to tell her to stop; but so sly was her young lover that she failed to notice Piper's true goal, the offending bra clip underneath Meredith's sweater...

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