Pissed Off.

Long corridors, locked doors, winding staircases, hot metal pipes and hard concrete floors ...

This is driving you crazy. There's so much to do and to say and to think about and you just want it all to stop. You're tired, lonely, pissed off, everything keeps fucking with the plan and you miss your bed.

Prison sucks.

You constantly feel queasy because of the daily insulin jabs you don't actually need, and today you have a monster headache, and joy of joys, it's almost time to be stabbed in the arm with a large pin full of bacteria by a woman who makes your heart skip because she's just so goddamn pretty.

You always were a sucker for red heads.

She smiles slightly as you shamelessly flirt with her while the guards in the room, and when he excuses himself to talk to the newly single nurse on the front desk, and that's your cue to rip the curtains shut, yank her toward you and kiss her as hard as you can. Her arms snake around your back and plays with the hair at the nape of your neck and you push as much of your body onto hers as you possibly can. Oh, you've been aching for this, you think, as your left hand pushes into her tight grey suit pants and her breath hitches slightly which makes you smirk into her mouth. You can't help it.

This is getting too much too fast and you really can't take it anymore, so you stand up off the horrible hospital examination bed and (with your hand still down her pants) sit her on it, legs open, and she looks up at you with those huge blue eyes through her eyelashes, and you move between her legs and tear her pants of her until they pool at her ankles (hmm, just like yours).

You thrust into her and she gasps very quietly in your ear and makes this high pitched little sigh in you ear and you know she's needed you as much as you've needed her. It's all happening so fast (it always does) and you both know you have roughly 5 minutes before

Nicky gets bored and turns down the guard on duty for drinks after work again so she wraps her legs tight around your waist and you balance bloody carefully on your left hand braced against the back wall so your right can move down between the both of you and speed this up ...

Soon she starts to shake very softly and you move quicker, not wanting to be left behind. Your right hand's forefinger and thumb squeezes ever so slightly and she cries out, biting your shoulder to stop herself getting loud. She pulls you over the edge with you and you bite through your lip (again!) trying not to make any noise.

You pepper kisses along her neckline and she recovers (Ha! You smug bastard) and you slowly move out of her and she moans and your momentarily distracted, but you pull up your pants (and hers, you are a gentleman, after all) and she puts your forehead onto hers and you smile for what feels like the first time in ages because she smiling too.

You sigh because this isn't how it's meant to be – you're meant to dazzle her with your manners and intelligence and good job and nice car and big cock and blah blah blah but your most definitely NOT meant to be serving time when your shagging your girlfriend, are you? Eugh, shitty fucking timing.

But you figure it'll all work out in the end, and when she whispers that she loves you, you suddenly really don't care about that you've been up since half 4 and your bed in your flat is king size, because as you if you had never come to this heap of shite you never would have met her, and she's better than what you remember of your old life anyway.

You hear the guard at the door, and she kisses you one more time and pulls away, and starts talking gibberish about how eating celery would be more beneficial to you anyway and this makes you love her more, because the last time she started talking about how moths turn to dust when you crush them when the guard walked in.

You look back at her and smile when your lead out the room, and she blows you a kiss that you wish you could catch.