The feeling of Allie's lips was nothing like she expected. Not that she knew what to expect, seeing as the few boys apart from Harry who'd kissed her when she was younger were—well, boys. Actually she wasn't even sure it had anything to do with them being boys. Some of them were sweet, some of them were rough. But none of them were Allie.

None of them were this gentle. None of them ever held her face like this, like she was something precious. Like they were holding the only thing in the world that mattered. The shame, the guilt, everything from her past that hurt—for a few moments, she no longer felt any of it. All she could feel were Allie's lips pressed against hers. Allie's hands running up her back. The pressure of Allie's hips and thighs as Bea backed her into the sinks. Something stirred deep within Bea, low in her stomach, as the pressure gave way to a throbbing ache. An ache that seemed to grow every time she thought of being alone with Allie.

"Wow, Bea." Gasping, Allie broke away with a smirk but kept their faces close. "I didn't know you were missing me this badly."

A chuckle escaped Bea's lips. "Hey remember when you thought I was on with Mr. Jackson?" Allie was quick, but Bea could match her jibe for jibe. It had been a while since there was someone worth matching wits with; only Franky ever came close. But Allie was much more fun to play this game with.

"Hey remember when you ran the fuck away from me the first time we were in here?" Blue eyes dancing, a wicked smile crossed Allie's face. Oh no Bea, you don't score a point against Allie Novak that easily.

Bea tore her gaze from Allie's and looked down in shy embarrassment. Her hands were still around Allie's waist, her thumb stroking her side absent-mindedly. Why did she assume that Allie had something against her? What would have happened if she had stayed in that shower stall instead of running? "You took me by surprise, that's all. You were kind of—" she gestured weakly, "Kind of naked."

"Yeah I usually am when I'm showering."

"Oh fuck off."

"Well what do we have here? Looks like a top dog and her bitch." Absorbed in their banter, the two women hadn't even noticed that they were no longer alone. The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder, echoing amongst the lonely tiles as the entrance door to the showers swung shut.