Not even Bea rejecting Allie's gracious offer deterred the blond from what she really wanted. Living in different blocks, she didn't see Bea a lot, just often enough to keep the pit of her stomach in knots and her panties damp, as she undressed Bea with her eyes every chance she got.
Bea never said a word, never did anything but catch Allie's gaze, even when Allie stood half naked with most of Wentworth's population, vying for conjugal visits, encouraging Bea to join. Bea remained stoic, never showing any sign that Allie was getting to her at all.
Then one day, as Allie stood at the back of the line, waiting for her chance to use the phone, Bea did something that shocked everyone, most of all Allie. Cutting in front of a dozen women, Bea called out for her, "Hey, Allie?" Allie looked up to see Bea waving her forward with a large smile. "Hey, come here."
Allie didn't even have a chance to smirk, too confused at the sudden turn of events, as she slowly walked towards Bea. Maybe she had pushed too far, and Bea was going to publicly destroy her.
"Come on," Bea encouraged before telling Tina to fuck off, and giving Allie her place in line. The Asian stormed away, mumbling something about dykes, to which Bea just laughed.
Allie's heart was in her stomach, and all she could manage was a mumbled, "Right-o"
Before the silence became long enough for a gay baby to be born, Bea jumps in and asks, "Hey, Kaz out of medical yet?"
Allie, concerned where this conversation was heading, took a moment before she replied, "Yeah, yeah, she's fine. No fracture, just a bruise."
"Oh, that's good," Bea mused beside her.
Unsure of the reasoning behind Bea's sudden interest in her and the RRH, Allie was thrown off her game. Here she was, chance of a lifetime, and she couldn't even look the woman in the eye. Instead, she looked up and noticed Maxine smiling at her, a gesture Allie couldn't help but to return, albeit a nervous one.
Bea's hands slow approach to her hair, drew Allie's attention back in. Bea ran her fingers across the green streaks and mused, "Hey, I like that color, though I reckon you'd look better lighter."
Allie soared, her smile genuine as she confirmed, "You reckon?" Bea's opinion meant everything to her, even over something as trivial as her hair.
"I could do it for you, give you a cut and color."
"All right," Allie agreed, willing to take anything Bea offered, regardless of how desperate that made her sound.
Bea, who never lost her smile, picked up the phone receiver and handed it to Allie before walking away, leaving Allie to ponder what the hell just happened. It took a few moments before she found the inclination to dial out.
Never one to miss an opportunity to spend time with Bea, Allie of course was the first customer, once Wentworth's version of a salon opened.
After the former governor, Ferguson, moved into their block, the prison became overran with gossip. If even a fraction of the stories she heard were true, Allie would say the name Freak was fitting. That woman definitely freaked her out, always staring at who knows what with her dead eyes. The contrast between the Freak's haunting eyes, and Bea's haunted ones, led Allie to think of little else, though she decided to avoid the Freak as much as possible.
On the other hand, Allie constantly sought out Bea. Allie's confidence soared with a new look and Bea's steadily growing acceptance of her, so she resumed eyeing the Top Dog, like a gift she wanted to unwrap.
When Bea met her by the trash cans after dinner one night, all smiles, Allie couldn't help but to tease, "Oh Bea, quit staring, I get it you like me."
Bea of course, wouldn't confirm or deny such an allegation, so she simply said, "Hair looks good."
"Oh, thanks, I got a good hairdresser," Allie quipped. Not only was it true, Allie's hair hadn't looked so great in years, Allie also knew she would say anything to keep that smile on Bea's face.
Too soon, Bea changed the conversation to the Freak, and the upbeat tone of their conversation was lost.
Days later, a snarky Kaz drew attention to Bea and fucking Will Jackson exiting a conjugal room. She couldn't stand that bastard, not after he injured Kaz. So what she grabbed his balls, does that really give him the right to bash her face into a table? He walked around like he was God's gift to Wentworth, or at least to Bea.
Allie's last meal threatened to come up as she ran after said woman, who was pushing a supply cart around the corner. Standing right before her, the green eyed monster urged Allie to ask, "Hey, what's uh, what's with you and Jackson?"
"Nothing," Bea scoffed.
"You porking him?" Allie pressed, needing Bea's denial like she needed air. When Bea didn't answer, Allie continued. "But you like him?"
Bea got close enough to kiss Allie before she nudged her cart into Allie's hip, and reminded her, "That's none of your business."
Oh, how Allie wished it was.
Despite her questionable luck, Allie did have the good fortune of being behind Bea and Boomer, as Boomer complained about the canceled conjugal visits, "I was really looking forward to tomorrow. I haven't properly got off in ages. Those Fez posters just aren't doing it for me anymore," Boomer complained.
Without prompting, Allie jumps in, "You just got to mix up your technique." When she was sure she had Boomer, and more importantly Bea's attention, Allie continued. "You don't just shove your hand in there, right? You want to take your time with it, enjoy your body. Have you ever done a self massage?"
Bea took a deep breath, then hissed, "Do we really have to fucking listen to this?"
God Bless Boomer and her one track mind who insisted, "Yeah, we fucking do."
Allie didn't dare look to Bea, though she knew the older woman hung on every word. "It's all about teasing yourself, right? So like really lightly massage your tits, clamp onto your nipple, slowly stroke the inside of your thigh a little bit." At this, Allie couldn't help but to watch Bea squirm in her seat. Oh, Bea, I've only just begun, wait until I actually touch you. Allie finished with a raunchy demonstration as she added, "Work the clit a little bit, and then you can go in for the G-spot."
Hopefully not for the last time, Bea begged, "Can we please stop this fucking conversation?"
Noticing Bea's genuine discomfort, Allie continued with Boomer in a more private manner.
It wasn't until she finally got Bea alone that Allie thought she should probably apologize. Sitting down beside Bea, Allie got right to the point. "I freaked you out before, didn't I?"
"What?" Bea questioned, seemingly confused.
"Sorry...I thought...when you went all weird about the whole sex thing."
"I didn't get weird," Bea objects.
"Umm, a little bit weird...you're face went all Judge Judy."
"Did it? Bea chuckled.
"Yeah, a little bit."
"No, sex has never really been my..." Bea trailed off.
Allie thought that might be the saddest thing she had ever heard, what kind of person doesn't ensure their partner enjoys sex. Straight men that's who. Sure she was right, Allie declared, "Well, maybe you've been doing it with the wrong people."
"Maybe," Bea agrees, setting Allie's crush ablaze.
Allie couldn't just leave it at that, not when she wanted, no, needed the woman before her to experience true pleasure. "You know, when I was working, I used to just shut myself off, let it happen, get it over with." The recognition in Bea's eyes, encouraged Allie to continue. "That's not sex, that's fucking. Real sex, good sex..." Allie draws out as she brushes the hair off Bea's face and stroked her cheek, "Is in here too."
Allie rose, not wanting to push her luck, but threw a, "You should try it sometime," out there before she left Bea alone.
Later that night, after lights out, Allie lay in her bed wondering if Bea took her advice. It wasn't long before Allie had one hand clamped around a nipple, and the other furiously rubbing her own clit. Closing her eyes and imaging red curls bouncing between her legs set her off, and she climaxed with Bea's name on her lips.
