So, I'm back! The rate is turning to M! Feel free to comment!
It was late at night and the inmates were supposed to be in their cubes sleeping.
Besides, the guards –especially Piscatella and Humphrey- were patrolling the corridors in order to have everything under control.
However, Galina Reznikov couldn't sleep. She was sitting at her desk and she was staring at her reflection in the tiny mirror.
Examining herself, she thought she looked really old. She looked tired, her hair was unkempt and the wrinkles around her eyes looked deeper than usual.
Red thought that she had to have her hair dyed soon, so she should get in touch with Burset.
Of course Red was a person with high self-esteem and she didn't want to be pretty just for Sam. It would be stupid. She wanted to feel powerful again.
She knew she was falling for her counselor and it was ridiculous. He was an old man with gray hair and a big belly who used to be a homophobic, misogynist person.
It wasn't the best choice she could make. Nevertheless deep inside, she knew that he always was like her personal savior.
She could always rely on him and he was there for her. He had never let her down before. The kitchen, the marriage, the kids… Sam had always been in his office, ready to hear her and laugh at her jokes and conspiracies.
And while he was missing, Red noted that she didn't feel safe anymore. Okay, maybe falling in love with him was inevitable.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar whisper.
"Hey Red! No sleep?''
Red looked up and saw Blanca Flores in her prison clothes standing almost beside her. The Russian stood up and looked her in the eye.
"What do you want from me, latina?" Red whispered
"Well, Ruiz sent me. We need to talk.
"Now? Here? What a stupid young lady! It is dangerous!"
''Oh, come on Russian roulette! The cos are fucking around. They are playing games on facebook and stuff.''
An expression of disgust crossed Red's face. "Men. They always disappoint me. So, tell me. However, we could talk tomorrow at work.
"NO CHICA! Everyone could hear us there."
"And what about her? She can be a big trouble." Red said and gestured Chapman's figure who was sleeping.
Flores shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe we'll need her too."
"In what?"
"You're a clever woman and you know that the situation around here has to change."
"So what do you suggest? A riot?"
"Kind of. Basically, Piscatella has to get out of the game."
"I agree, but why do you need me? You are the leaders here lately."
"Come on. You're so brilliant and manipulative and we have to be united in order to form a good plan."
"Okay. Let's meet tomorrow after dinner at the chapel."
"Got it."
Flores left and Red for the first time in months felt like her glory returned.
The next day…
Red walked out of Burset's hair salon with an expression of confidence all over her face. She got her hair and makeup done and she wasn't feeling tired anymore.
She was feeling that she could achieve everything except for cooking a decent food with the current ingredients.
It was almost 3 pm and Red had a little free time, so she decided to visit Healy to catch up with him.
She went straight to his office, knocked on the door and let herself in. He was sitting at his desk doing paperwork and his face lit up when he saw her.
"Red… you look…" his voice was gone and he blushed a bit.
She sat opposite him and looked up at him teasingly.
"What's happening, Healy? Don't you like me?
"Oh, come on Red… you look wonderful."
She smiled with satisfaction. "Thank you, dorogoi."
"So… do you need something?"
"No, not really. I just wanted to see you. Do I bother you?"
Immediately Healy stood up and approached her. She stood up too and looked him in the eyes.
"No. Of course not…" he whispered and caressed her face.
No touching officer.", she said sarcastically and then she continued more seriously "we should be more careful."
"Yes, you're right but…"
"But what?", she said sharply.
"Jesus Red" he laughed "you're hot as hell."
"Am I turning you, officer?" she asked playfully as she tapped him on the chest
"You can't imagine how much" he whispered and kissed her gently
"Oh I don't want to imagine. I want to see." She said in her thick Russian accent
"What do you mean?" he asked
"Show me… show me how much you want me."
"Oh, come here" he said and then, he grabbed her by hand and led her to the couch.
They sat on the couch. Red stared into his eyes with a winged smile.
Healy took her in his arms and kissed her passionately.
He could feel her body pressed tightly to his and he could hear her heavy breathing. He started caressing her body lustfully and she shivered.
Then, he cradled her breast in his palm, stroking his thumb lightly over her nipple.
She shuddered and then he kissed her neck, as he cupped her other breast and pinched her nipple.
He could feel them harden under his hands and she left out a soft moan.
She kissed him, her tongue sweeping inside his mouth.
"Oh god… so many years without intimacy and now I get turned on so easily… I wish you could take me right here right now."
He smiled and shushed her with a kiss. "You should be patient, Red."
"I can't stand it, Healy." She said eagerly but then she stroked his face lightly. ''Please Sam… I need you.", she murmured.
Healy looked up at her, surprised. He couldn't believe that Red would beg someone, especially him, for something.
Then, he kissed her again and he slid his hands slowly under her shirt.
She sighed when she felt his touch on her bare skin. She could feel him hardening against her stomach, and it aroused her more.
She decided to make a move – moreover, she used to be fiery.
She stroked his thigh and then she cupped his bulge and gently massaged it.
He moaned and she laughed. "You're so excited Healy, aren't you?", she purred in his ear
"Oh my god… you'll be the death of me."
They continued their make out session for a while but suddenly Red broke apart, as Caputo's voice was echoing through the corridors.
Caputo rushed into the office and Healy sat at his desk in order to hide his excitement.
''What are you two doing here?", Caputo asked astonished.
''We had a talk'', Red said and raised her voice to a high-pitched squeak
''You had a talk?'', Caputo repeated hesitantly and glanced at her.
''Yes. Why do you look so surprised? Should I talk with you? or Piscatella? Oh come on.''
He sighed in frustration. "Anyway. Healy, we have a meeting. Did you forgot… oh! and Reznikov, you have a visitation."
"What visitation? I don't expect anyone.''
"Sorry princess. I didn't write your appointment in the calendar."
Okay, okay. Let's calm down. We're coming.''
"I hope so", Caputo said and left the office.
"Actually… we're not cumming. If you know what I mean.'', Red said teasingly.
"Red. Language'', he said and laughed.
''So… I should go.''
"Will you come in later? Maybe after dinner's time."
"Oh, I can't honey. Kitchen stuff… with Mendoza'', Red lied to him. "But we have to finish what we started." she continued.
"Where? Here?"
"Oh no… we need more privacy. Let me think of it and we'll talk."
Red left and she thought that she was feeling bad for lying to him but she couldn't tell him the truth. He was a corrections officer after all.
