Instructions: A series of drabbles/one-shots. Here's where the fun comes in: you send me an F/F OITNB pairing, and a number. Any F/F OITNB pairing your little heart desires, whether it's something I like or not. Want some typical Vauseman? Tell me. Want something a little less common? Maybe you wanna pair Lorna and Poussey, for example. I don't care. Just send in the pairing, and send in a number. The number is what decides the prompt. I'm taking all these prompts from help-mywife on Tumblr. I won't be looking at the prompts until I get the prompt number. I've numbered the prompts based on when they were uploaded to the blog, so I have no control over which number is which prompt. If you don't like the prompt you got, then sorry. This will be both a chance for less popular pairings to get some spotlight, and for me to hopefully improve my writing. Send me your requests in a private message or in a review, and I'll have the drabble up as soon as I can. This series probably won't have a set schedule, but I'll do what I can. Have fun! I know I will! Author's Note: This is going to be an adventure isn't it? First drabble is Nicky/Lorna, with prompt number three 'Help my wife! couldn't fall asleep one night so she asked me to sing to her and now all she does is nap so i can sing her to sleep she is so cute but needs to stay awake during the day!'. This is for my friend, HannahMiley1fan. The song that Nicky sings is Wicked Little Town from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Sorry this took so long lol. I hope y'all enjoy it! WARNING: This chapter contains references to sex, mentions of smoking, references to sex work, and kissing

It was a hot summer night, when Lorna couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned next to her wife. After probably the 15th time turning over, her lion-maned wife awoke.

"You ok? Trying to stop-drop-and-roll in bed?" Nicky grumbled.

"I can't sleep!" Lorna complained.

Nicky sighed, sitting up in bed. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and turned to her wife. "How can I help you sleep? I want to sleep, and I want you to sleep."

Lorna hesitated. "Sing to me?"

Nicky's eyes snapped open. "Sing to you? Have you heard my voice? My scratchy, New Yorker, ex-smoker voice?"

"Your voice is beautiful. And it's soothing for me. I love listening to you talk. And when I was little, singing to me always helped when I couldn't sleep. Please? For me?" Lorna pouted, looking up at Nicky with her infamous puppy eyes.

"Fine." The blonde cleared her throat, before beginning.

"You know, the sun is in your eyes. And hurricanes and rains, and black and cloudy skies. You're running up and down that hill. You turn it on and off at will. There's nothing here to thrill or bring you down. And if you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice. Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town. Oh Lady, luck has led you here. And they're so twisted up, they'll twist you up, I fear. The pious, hateful and devout. You're turning tricks till you're turned out. The wind so cold it burns, you're burning out and blowing round. And if you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice. Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town. The fates are vicious and they're cruel. You learn too late you've used two wishes like a fool. And then you're someone you are not, and Junction City ain't the spot, remember Mrs. Lot, and when she turned around. And if you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice. Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town. This wicked little town."

Nicky's voice was scratchy, and hoarse with sleep. It wasn't the voice of a pop star. But Lorna smiled sleepily, loving her wife's singing

"There's your lullaby, kid. Ready to sleep now?" Nicky asked, planting a kiss on her wife's forehead.

"Yeah. Thanks, hun."

It soon became a routine, with Lorna asking for Nicky to sing to her during the day, whenever they weren't busy. Of course, this would always end with Lorna falling asleep. This wouldn't have been a problem for Nicky, if it didn't mean that Lorna was up all hours of the night, trying to engage her.

"Baby, I'm tired! Go to sleep!"

"I'm not tired! I took a nap today!"

Eventually, Nicky, knowing it had to stop, for both their sakes, came up with a plan. That day, when Lorna came to her, the blonde was already prepared. The brunette sat in her wife's lap, before voicing her request.

"Sing to me, will you, Nicky, baby?" Lorna murmured.

"No. You've been staying up all night because of my singing. No more naps for you," Nicky replied firmly.

Lorna huffed into the blonde's neck. "But why?"

"Because I'm tired of you trying to get me to do things with you at three in the morning, all because of your naps! And if it's my daytime lullabies that are responsible, then I won't sing to you during the day anymore," Nicky's expression softened at her wife's pout. "Besides…If we're on the same sleep schedule again, we can cuddle at night. And neither of us will be too tired to do other bedroom activities."

Lorna visibly perked up at this. "Will you still sing to me at night?"

"Maybe. We'll just have to wait and see," Nicky replied with a smile.