Title: Little Moments
Summary: Snapshots of encounters between Red and Nicky.
Disclaimer: I do not own OITNB or any of its characters. They belong to Jenji Kohen, I do however, own my writing so please don't steal- Johanna002©
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"I find you incredibly annoying."
"Nah," Nicky popped a grape into her mouth and cringed at the sour taste that washed over her taste buds. "These suck!" She spit the remnants into her palm.
Red glared at her disapprovingly. "Must you be such a savage?"
"Savage?" Nicky tested the word on her tongue as she flicked her wrist, sending the grape flying into the trashcan next to her. She wiped her hand down the side of her pants. "What do you mean?"
Blue eyes rolled and Red mumbled under her breath, "Nothing." She returned her attention to the carrots laid out in front of her. She cut into them with pure focus, and the steady cadence of the knife knocking against cutting board worked as a soothing and rhythmic stress reliever.
Losing herself in her task, Red had almost forgotten Nicky was still around- almost. It wasn't until she felt a weight pressing against her back and a bony chin digging into her shoulder that she remembered.
"What'er you doing?" Nicky's New York influenced accent rang loudly in her ears. "What's for dinner?"
Red shrugged, more in an attempt to dislodge her shoulder from under Nicky's chin. "I don't know yet."
Nicky sighed, laying her head against her shoulder. "I'm hungry."
"You're spoiled."
Shrugging, Nicky closed her eyes. "You smell like raw vegetables."
Red's brows furrowed in response. Peaking a glance over at Nicky she was met with the sight of wild locks. "You're such a sweet talker, truly, I see why the women find you irresistible." She mumbled, more than a little annoyed. Rolling her eyes, she fought the urge to sigh and shrugged her shoulders again, pushing Nicky off of her. "Go find something to do." She commanded, with a dismissive nod of her head.
"What?" Nicky shrieked, sounding wounded. She wrapped her arms around Red's shoulders, and pressed her face close so that they were cheek to cheek. Nicky chuckled at the growl of irritation that sounded from deep in Red's throat. She found the act of irritating her mother more enjoyable than she probably should have. "Ma," She whined playfully, "Why do you want me to leave? You love when I help you cook."
"Help?" Red questioned with a smile. "Ha!"
Pulling back, Nicky moved over to Red's left side and leaned heavily against the counter. Propping her head up on her hand she watched as her mother skillfully mastered the art of chopping up vegetables. "Mom," she said gently, knocking Red's elbow with her shoulders.
"What Nicky?" Red cast a quick glance of warning down in her direction. Nicky's childish antics took her back to the days when her sons were young, playing at her feet, lovingly harassing her in the same manner her girl was doing now.
Nicky stole a carrot from the cutting board, nearly missing the blade of Red's knife as she did so. Quickly chomping down a large bite from the vegetable, she smiled innocently. "I really, really love you!" She kissed her cheek quickly and scurried out of the kitchen.
"You can't kill her, Red" The Russian whispered to herself through gritted teeth. "You love her. You can't kill her."