A/N So, as I am sure you will notice, the first part never actually happened, but like TopDog001 and I agreed this morning, there has to be something we missed between their first kiss, and their first supply closet make-out. This first part being my idea on what could have led them from one point to another. Then I also added a few lines to the end of the first make-out, because it cut off so abruptly. Thanks again for all the reviews. And, Liam, I couldn't respond to your review, but I love that prompt. I got a few things going now, and then I think I would like to try that one. Sounds hot! ***
Allie was pleasantly surprised when Bea didn't shun her after their breathtaking first kiss. Allie knew in her heart there was no coming back from that, but the wounded woman inside feared the worst. It seemed she had nothing to worry about, constantly reassured by the depth of Bea's eyes, and the wistfulness of the smile that surely had the power to right almost any wrong. Allie's domesticity even continued when she again ensured Bea got the right amount of vegetables, much to Bea's amusement.
The only problem they faced was getting time alone. It was damn near impossible to carry on a secret relationship, of any sort, in a place where you couldn't even pee in peace. Longing looks were fine and dandy but, Allie needed more, so much more. For starters, she needed to taste Bea's mouth again.
Days later, too long after Allie first felt those lips on hers, Bea sent word through Maxine for Allie to meet her in the laundry fifteen minutes before night count.
Allie, whose heart hummed along with the rest of her, damn near skipped to the laundry. The only person she saw in the final hallway was Officer Miles, who smirked and said, "Going to wash those panties, Novak? Smith might need help with hers too."
Allie stared dumbfounded as the crazy screw laughed and kept walking. She stayed lost in thought, trying to figure out if Miles really meant what Allie thought she did as she opened the door and slowly walked in.
She didn't see Bea at first, the older woman hidden behind the steam press, and she jumped when Bea asked, "Are you okay, Allie?"
Allie couldn't say a word. Mind on overdrive, body on paralyze, Allie just stared at the woman who came out of the shadows like a ninja, the same way she had entered Allie's life and more recently her heart. Lost in Bea's smile, the one thing that could light up her entire existence, Allie wondered how she had ever survived without it.
"Allie?" Bea questioned a little louder, stepping towards her.
Allie shook her head, coming back to the now, and walked toward Bea. "Yeah, sorry. I saw Miles in the hallway."
"Yeah, I saw her too." Bea frowned. "Did she bother you?"
Her knight. Allie swooned. "No, she just said something really weird."
"She is weird, but she's harmless," Bea assures.
"Does she...does she know about us?"
"What about us?" Bea teased, beckoning Allie towards her with a slight curl of her index finger.
Allie felt her face heat up. What the hell? Now Bea is the confident flirter and she's a chump? That couldn't stand.
"She seemed as concerned about the state of your panties as I am," Allie cooed back, delighting in Bea's sharp intake of breath." Yep, still got it.
With a couple more steps, Allie finally stood before her Queen. "Hi," she whispers.
"Hi," Bea says even lower.
"I've missed you."
Bea giggled, "I just saw you at dinner."
"I mean like this," Allie grabbed Bea's hands, caressing the tops with both thumbs.
"I've...uh...I've missed you too," Bea agreed, looking away till Allie nudged their hands with her hip.
"Yeah?" Allie asked, insecurities on display.
"Yeah," Bea hums, minty breath tickling Allie's face.
"So...our kiss...it was okay?"
This time Allie was the stunned one when Bea grabbed her face and fused their lips together, tongue begging for entrance. Allie quickly obliged, and melted into Bea as gentle strokes became ferocious within seconds.
Bea pulled back when oxygen became a problem, both women left panting.
"That...that was..."
"Yeah," Allie agreed in a daze.
Too soon, Allie watched Bea's eyes trail towards the clock. "We got to go."
"When can I see you again?" Allie blurts out, louder than she intended.
"As soon as I can arrange a place, but Allie, no one can know. I meant what I said, being with me... being with me is dangerous, and I won't have you hurt."
Allie could have said she was a big girl, or that she would follow Bea into an active volcano, but she figured now wasn't the time. Instead she offered, "what about the kitchen? The girls all leave by 1:30, so we can meet at 1:35"
"It's a date," Bea agreed before pecking Allie on the lips, and heading to H1 for count.
Allie stood in bliss, barely resisting the urge to pinch herself, before she finally headed to H3. No sense in getting grounded, she had a date.
The next afternoon came, and Allie couldn't keep her eyes off the clock. She was bouncing on her heels by the time her friends threw their aprons down, leaving her the mess. She didn't have it in her to care, not when it was 1:34.
Allie was mopping, when Bea suddenly stood before her and gestured like, okay, now what? Allie nodded towards the equipment room; like she wasn't freaking the hell out on the inside, like her stomach wasn't on fire, and her heart wasn't somewhere near her pelvis, maybe chasing the pulse in her crotch.
Bea met her eyes and then backed into the room, shutting the door behind her like Allie wouldn't be a heartbeat behind. When Allie reopened it, they stared at each other in awe for a moment, like this was the first time they had ever seen each other. Maybe in some ways it was.
Despite Bea's kiss from the day before, Allie knew she had to take the lead, to hold it together for the both of them, and make this as least awkward as possible. She started by joking, "So, you can see...uh...I made the equipment room real nice for you."
"You shouldn't have."
In the silence that followed, Bea leaned forward so slightly that Allie would have missed it had she not been staring. Allie took the sign she had been waiting for. She reached out, putting her left hand behind Bea's head and pulled her forward.
Their kiss started out tentative, but within seconds it heated up. Bea was kissing her back so eagerly that Allie cupped Bea's breast without thinking about it. Bea started to giggle, putting her head down like the blushing virgin she in many ways was.
God, how was it possible that a woman Bea's age had never properly been serviced? Even this, the beginnings of a proper make-out, had Bea burying her face in her hands and repeatedly saying she was sorry, having Allie saying the same.
Allie didn't want her to run, so she gently held onto Bea's elbow, and soothed, "It's too soon for that, I got it." Unlike the bastard before her she wouldn't do anything to make Bea uncomfortable.
Allie's heart soared and her head swelled when Bea firmly says, "No...no, it's not too soon. But I don't know what to do." Bea tried to lower her eyes, years of sexual oppression shining through.
Allie bumped her and smiled gently. First time jitters Allie understood. In many ways, this was Allie's first time too. She could slow down, just being here with Bea was enough, for now.
"Okay, do you just want to sit down for a bit?"
Bea quit staring at Allie's lips long enough to agree, "Yeah...yeah, that'd be good."
They sat together slowly, and Bea kept reaching out to touch her as if she was making sure Allie was real. Oh I'm real, honey, and so is this.
Unsure of what came next, Allie asks, "So, how's your day been? Dispense any justice?"
Bea snickers, before uneasily questioning, "If...if I want to just talk, that's going to be okay?"
Allie was quick to assure her. "No, no, it is. Of course it is."
Their eyes danced around each other, before meeting, then dancing around again.
Allie leaned forward, face near flush with Bea's and asked, "So, what were you into before all of this?"
"Hmm, what do you mean?" Bea asked like she was oblivious, though her embarrassed face told a different story.
Allie ran her fingers up Bea's arm and tucked them under her rolled up sleeves, slowly stroking Bea's inner elbow. "What do you think I mean?"
Bea sputters out, "I...don't know. What were you into?"
"I was into you." Allie lunged forward, their lips melting together. Allie lost in the wonder of Bea, once again found her hands on Bea's tits. Who could blame her? They are really nice tits.
Bea once again pulled back, this time throwing her hands up in the air. "Aah, all of a sudden, I feel like I have two left hands."
"Okay, alright, let's cut a deal. Just kissing...no hands, left or right."
Bea smiled softly, and agreed, "okay."
Had Bea seen the no hands game that Carmen pulled on Shane on the L Word, Allie's idea wouldn't have brought so much relief. As it was, Allie behaved herself and she pressed her wandering hands into Bea's instead of roaming that muscular body.
Still in awe, Allies mumbles, "My god, I can't believe we're doing this."
"I know, I spent the whole of lunch trying not to look at you."
"I've wanted to touch you since the first day we met," Allie finally felt confident to say out loud.
"Really?" Bea asked, like she didn't own a mirror, like she wasn't aware of how spectacular she was, like maybe she thought Allie flirted for fun rather than attraction.
"Really. Trust me when I say there is nowhere else I'd rather be."
1:35 quickly became Allie's favorite time, as their "date" became a daily one. Bea's confidence grew every time they met, and it was getting harder for Allie to stop her hands with Bea's intensity burning into her.
One day, as they started to quickly get carried away, Bea backs up but is reluctant to stop her kisses as she motions and says, "Time...time...time-out. I got to go." Bea groans and kisses Allie hard before she insists, "I really got to go, but this time it's not an excuse, I really got to go."
Bea went to side-step her, but Allie grasped her arms, pulling Bea back into her. "Just twenty more seconds," she husks in Bea's ear.
"Okay, okay, ten," Bea breathes as Allie placed cool kisses on her hot neck. Allie ran her hands up Bea's abdomen, delighting when Bea's stomach twitched beneath her.
As much as Allie loved their time alone, it wasn't enough. She wondered if she saw Bea 24/7 for the rest of her life, if even that would be enough. Probably not. Her hands continued her ascent towards Bea's breasts as Allie asked, "You actually working towards telling anyone? Or do you think we are going to stay in here forever, making out in the closet."
Bea gasps, but to be fair that could be from the sensations Allie is purposefully dragging out of her. "It's difficult for me," Bea tries.
"It's not exactly easy for me," Allie husks in her ear, nibbling on the cartilage. "I'd be telling my entire crew I'm with the person who shopped us, so..."
Bea jerked away from Allie, pushed Allie's hands from underneath her shirt, and hurried to cover herself, hurt evident on her face. "What...what?"
"Kaz reckons you shopped us."
"Okay, I don't give a fuck about what she thinks. What do you think?"
"Dunno, but if you didn't who did?" Allie tried to close the distance Bea had hastily made, and grab Bea's hand. She legit did not care. If she wasn't at Wentworth, she wouldn't be here with Bea now. Priorities, you know?
Bea pushed Allie's hands away, concern etched into her face. "Well...I got no idea."
"Okay, it doesn't matter to me."
"Oh, no...hang on. I don't know anything about it, okay?" She asked Allie, harshly, Top Dog coming out to play.
"Okay," Allie agreed.
"No, you don't believe me."
"Bea, it doesn't matter to me," Allie tried again.
"Well, it matters to me. I didn't do it."
"Okay, fine."
Bea shook her head and began to walk away, their 20 seconds long over anyways. She flung open the door and stepped into the kitchen, only stopping when Allie called out for her.
"Hey..."
Bea turned around, though her facial expression hadn't changed.
"Same time tomorrow?"
Bea looked at her, but didn't say a word.
"Come on," Allie encouraged.
"I'll think about it," Bea said, her gorgeous lips still curled in distaste as she stomped off.
"You're so going to be here." Allie called after her. Bea didn't turn around, but Allie knew she was right. Their first lovers quarrel was no match for fate.
