PART 1:

Allie sat on the edge of her bed gracefully flipping through the pages of Bea's old notebooks. Pages after pages of her face were sketched into the thin white paper. She smiled with a wince of pain. Bea had really loved her and these drawings she had made just before her death reflected that. "I miss you Bea" Allie whispered, running her delicate fingers over the self-portrait of a smiling, happy Bea.

She looked up due to a skittering sound in the hallway and saw Franky coming into her cell quite frantically and excitedly. Franky was smiling and buzzing as if something thrilling had just happened and she couldn't wait to share the news with Allie. As soon as she saw Allie sitting cross-legged with the notebook clutched close to her chest, her smile faded and she kept her distance. "Ah shit Al" she said, "I'm sorry to just burst in here like this". Allie wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks and half-smiled, "What's the news?" "Well..well news has spread that Kaz is a screw lover. I didn't believe it but Juice says she's seen her and Will in Vera's office together". Allie chuckled, "You really believe that shit? It's just an excuse to justify knocking Kaz out of power". Franky nodded and sat on the bed. Allie pulled her legs and the notebook up closer and tighter to her heart. "You know" Franky said gently, "I miss her too. It's so weird not seeing that fiery red hair every day walking down the hallway to bust some heads". Allie laughed but sniffled, "I loved her a lot". Franky nodded and placed a soothing hand on Allie's knee, "Come on. Dinner is in 10 minutes".

Allie ate her dinner which was tasteless and she didn't feel like eating much because who can eat when you have a million emotions running through your mind? She stood up and made her way to the trash can, emptied her tray, and left the cafeteria to return to her cell to get a few moments alone with Bea's memory before Boomer, Franky, and Liz came in to make unnecessary noise and chatter. She entered Franky's cell (Bea's old cell) and sat on the bed. She breathed in the crisp, cool air and found that it smelled still faintly of Bea. Of Bea and Allie and their very first time of love and absolute vulnerability. It wasn't sex, it was love in it's purest form and she craved it again. She knew that as long as she remained an inmate, she would never know what love was again. A love like Bea was rare to find and now it was gone. Gone in an instant without an explanation or even justice. She wiped the tears that were welling up in her eyes away. Bea wouldn't want this. She wouldn't have wanted to see Allie sitting curled up on a bed crying because her drawings were no longer on the wall or because the red fleece blanket was no longer neatly folded there or because she could no longer smell Bea in the room as she once could. Their life and their love was just a distant memory now. "Pick yourself up" she whispered quietly to herself, "Bea wouldn't want to see you like this". In her sadness, she hadn't even noticed that Franky had been standing there watching her cry and watching her tremble in pure grief. "It hurts Al I know it does but you're right. Bea wouldn't want to see you like this" she smiled suddenly, "In fact, I think if Red was here right now she would be going after whatever is making you sad with a shiv in her hand". Allie couldn't smile but she could imagine Bea . Her strong, beautiful Bea strutting down the hallways with a look of determination on her face and pride in her heart and it made Allie beam with pride. That was her girl and no one else's. "Why is it that you always know just what to say?" Allie asked Franky. "I'm not sure", Franky sneered back, "Sixth sense maybe?" Allie playfully put up her hands as if inviting Franky to a boxing match, "I have a sixth sense too. I can hear pants dropping a mile away. Bea learned that the hard way". Franky's eyes grew wide and she bit her lip with surprise. "You rolled ole Red did ya?" Allie shook her head, "No it was more than that". Franky's eyes grew even wider, "She let you try the McMuff?!" "Franky stop it!" chuckled Allie, pushing the brunette away with a playful swipe. Franky looked Allie up and down, "Well.. are you going to show me your moves?" Allie's eyes stretched wide with disbelief, "Franky are you fucking serious? You want a fuck right now? You really are a selfish bitch". Franky tossed her head back and then brought it forward again and said, "I'm just so lonely without Bridget and I figured you're lonely too, ya know, without Red". Allie couldn't believe what she was even hearing. Franky was trying to fuck her? Not even 10 whole minutes after she had just found her cuddled up again, crying AGAIN. "Come on" Franky urged, "show me what you did to Red that made her fall so in love with you".

Allie sighed gently and grasped Franky's face with her soft hands. She didn't want to do it. Not here,not anywhere, not ever but she knew Franky was right. She was lonely and she craved affection more than anything. She reminded herself what Bea would say and with that, she wet her lips and latched on to Franky's. The kiss was slow and wet and full of lust but not love as Bea and Allie's kisses had been. Franky pulled back to take a breath and then came back for more, pushing Allie down onto the bed and rubbing her strong hands down the blonde's sides. Franky began to quickly kiss down Allie's chin and neck, leaving little wet spots that made Allie's spine shiver when the cool air hit them. She kissed lower and lower, down to Allie's breasts where she stopped and began to undress the blonde below her. She took off her pants first and sighed lightly at the sight before her. This was going to be hot, it was going to be wet, it was going to be refreshing. "Franky" Allie whispered, "Don't. Not yet". Franky nodded and proceeded to kiss down Allie's breasts and stomach. Allie lay there thinking about what she had told Bea. "That's not sex it's just fucking.Real sex, good sex it's in here too". Allie wondered if this was the same. She enjoyed it but at the same time she only allowed herself to enjoy it to a minimum. She didn't caress Franky so gently as she had Bea and she didn't whisper to her that she loved her as she had Bea. She simply laid back and allowed what was happening to happen. "What do you want?" Franky said suddenly, jerking Allie out of her thoughts. "What do you mean?" Allie asked briefly. "Do you want me to eat it or bang it?" Allie's heart froze and she sat for a minute. She missed Bea. She wished she could have shared this question with Bea but she couldn't and she craved release so much. "Eat it" she said, "and then bang it. Or do whatever you want just make me cum". Franky smiled and went to work. Allie winced at the feeling of her hot tongue dipping into her and swiveling around searching for her sweet spot. It was the most sickening and most delicious head she had ever received and the feeling made her want to both puke and scream out in pleasure. "Yes Franky" she gasped as she rocked her hips against the woman's face, "That feels so fucking good. Please don't stop". She could feel Franky smile against her as she went deeper in, licking around like a dog who had his first drink of water on a hot day. Allie felt herself coming closer to the edge and she closed her eyes. "I'm sorry Bea. I love you. she whispered. At that moment, her orgasm hit her and she screamed out Franky's name in undeniable pleasure. Franky cleaned her up and stood up briskly. "Yeah that was fun and all Al but I have somewhere to be". And so she left and Allie lay there for minutes longer not bothering to put her clothes back on and silently begging Bea to forgive her for this time and every time after that when she would do it again because Franky's technique was everything she needed right now.