*Disclaimer- don't own OITNB. Would be cool, though? Right? Haha, no. I can't write. But I do own Lucy, her dead fetus, Jasper, and any other OCs that may decide to show up…*
Chapter 9
"Your hair," Jasper says, thumbing his fingers upon the cold metal table between them, "I never told you how much I like it. Its you."
"I just told you I lost the baby and you comment on my hair," Lucy replies, placing her hand upon Jasper's, stopping his strumming, "This post aggressive thing you do, you cant do it while I'm in here. Just tell me."
"Lucy, I love you," he takes her hands in his completely, "We discussed earlier that this timing wasn't right. Moreover, I admit, I am disappointed, but it does not change a thing. I just wish I could have been there to comfort you."
"Why are you such a nice guy?"
"I remember you asking me that a couple of times," he replies with a chuckle, "But is it such a crime for caring about you."
It should be- Lucy thinks automatically. Just because he is a good guy, doesn't mean Lucy is a good girl. She was going to tell him.
"Do you remember Galina?"
"How could I not," he smirks, letting go of her hands, and brings his arms across his chest, "She was the only thing you talked about, when I first moved back home."
"She is in here," Lucy mimics Jasper's pose.
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yes," he chuckles, "I was worried you wouldn't have anyone here to turn to; someone to talk to when I am not here."
"Jas," Lucy says, her arms unfolding in front of her, "Shouldn't you be worried? I mean… What are we? You have all of these big plans for our future, yet the only other person who I have truly cared about romantically besides you, is in here…with me."
"Lucy," He smiles, causing his caramel eyes to sparkle, "I trust you. When your time in here is up, we can talk about me having something to worry over; nevertheless, for now, you have four years. A lot can happen in that time. We can make these extravagant plans all we want, but until its time, I believe you are free from any obligation to me. Until your time here is up, I do not want you to have to make a decision. Now do not get me wrong, I do not want to hear about the lesbian adventures with prison, because I will be jealous."
"What?" She replies with a matching smile, "You want your own lesbian prison adventure?"
"Of course," suddenly, Jasper looks at his hands unsure, "But all I am saying is, I know you are the one for me, you always have been… you've ruined me, but I may not be the one for you. Whomever you choose to be with, I will be jealous, but I am not selfish enough, to not let you live your life."
"And in four years?" Lucy asks.
"In four years, you need to make your decision Lucy," He says standing up, "You won't be able to have us both."
Lucy stands up as well, and immediately brings him to her. That was not what she expected from him. His words, however, as confusing and jumbled as they were, seemed sincere. In addition, it made her worry. Always has Jasper been a planner. Their friends would joke around saying he had his life planned by age three. But not planning four years…there has to be something wrong.
"I'll see you soon, Lucy-love," he whispers before pecking her on the lips.
"Definitely," she replies, before both leave the visitor's room. It is going to be dinner soon, so she makes her way to the kitchen. Lucky for her, today was her last day in the kitchen. Tomorrow, she will be in the library with Taystee and all will be well. No confusion or flightless fish…just books.
Lucy pulls her hair out of her face before putting on a hair net. She then puts one of the aprons over her head.
"Tell me about this growing wings business," a familiar voice sounds through her ears and foreign hands grab and tie the back of the apron.
"Nicky, I do not know what you are talking about," Lucy replies, not turning around.
"I may not know the details, pix, but nothing in this prison gets past me," Nicky walks over to the counter Lucy is facing and leans against it, "I know Red won't say anything, but I am positive I can get something out of you."
"Why does it matter to you?"
"I care about both of you, obviously," She says, crossing her arms, "I will not let you to ruin each other's lives. She was right about Jasper. You should stay with him. He seems like a decent person. Red, on the other hand, needs to stay in power here. And not just for her benefit. She takes care of us. Intentional or not, if you two try anything, she will lose her power."
"Not saying anything was going to happen, but how could I being with her ruin her status…her 'power'?" Lucy narrows her eyes as Nicky frowns.
"She would do anything for you, Lucy," Nicky replies, "Anything."
With that, Nicky leaves. Lucy knows, however, that Nicky's words cannot be true. Red has never done anything for Lucy. Well, has never gone out of her way for the younger woman. Other women enter the kitchen and begin their work. With much distaste, Lucy joins them. Tonight was lasagna and vegetables. Once the food is prepared, some of the women leave, but Lucy stays behind, cleaning the dishes. Gina enters the kitchen with a box in her arms. Lucy waves to the other woman, before she leaves.
Neptunes Produce.
Instantly, Lucy is given an idea. Maybe, Red would listen to her now. Quickly, the young woman takes off the apron and hair net. She catches her reflection in a pan and then runs her hands through her short hair. Cautiously she makes her way to the back of the kitchen. The head chef's office. Lucy sits in the spinning chair and places her feet on the desk, her right ankle crossing over the left. And she waits.
Red enters with a smile on her face, before she sees Lucy. Her fiery red hair is hidden in another black cloth and her glasses hang from her neck. She hesitantly takes a step towards the younger woman, "What are you doing in here?"
"Just waiting for you," Lucy replies, with a pout "Or am I not allowed to do that?"
"Wha…what do you want?" Red stutters.
Lucy smiles at this; it is a rare occurrence for the older woman to stutter, "To say hi. Does it always have to be something more?'
"Dealing with you?" Red replies quickly, "Yes. What do you want?"
"Really, just to say hi," Lucy stands up and struts over to Red, hardly an inch of separation, "I don't like it when people avoid me after I kiss them, Galina."
"I told you to forget about it," Red doesn't move, "That's not my name anymore."
"Why?" Lucy whispers, "Does it remind you of who you use to be? A powerless wife, following orders like a dog. Your life could have been different. But that would have mean you would have listened to me… the child. Is not that what you use to call me behind my back to those blonde bitches? A child?"
"And what do you think would have happened if I listened to you?" Red questions, her voice no higher than Lucy's was, "We would have both been killed."
Lucy does not break eye contact, however, as she places a hand upon her left arm.
"You lying bitch," Natasha yells, pointing to Lucy, "I knew we shouldn't have trusted you."
"I was only trying to help," Lucy replies softly, willing her tears from falling.
"Help? Help!" Natasha yells, "Going off to the Italians to trade part of one of our companies is not helping. You know that. You've wanted us to fall, to fail. Going against us is not going to get your girlfriend out of prison!"
"I swear, I did not know they were going to try to steal it all," Lucy looks down at her hands, "I thought they would…"
"What?" Natasha laughs, "This is a mafia, not kindergarteners at recess. We do not trade or barter. We take. We Kill. We do whatever we can to become the most powerful. And you, are just a child. Even if they were considering a trade, they wouldn't do it through you."
"You're right, Tasha," Lucy finally lets the tears fall, "I'm sorry."
"You're lucky, you know," Natasha says, walking over to the younger girl, sitting in the chair next to her, "They could have done worse than mark your arm. They could have killed you. Vlad went easy on you, Lu."
Lucy's grip on her injured arm tightens. Natasha was right.
"You should leave," Natasha says, "really, child. This life was not meant for you. Galina is gone. You have no reason to be working with us anymore. You should have a normal life…That boy who was here earlier; he could be your way out. He could give you a real life. Not one like Galina's or mine. But a real life, where you get to make your own decisions."
"I don't know what is wrong with me," Lucy says, "you're right, as always. But I can't. I just can't. Not until she is free and I've done something to help."
"Your ideas…"
"I know, they're childish," Lucy cuts her off.
"Yes, but that wasn't what I was going to say," Natasha continues, "they're noble. But, misguided. What has Galina done for you?"
"She's the one person in my life who has never expected me to be anything other than myself," Lucy laughs, "And I know that sounds stupid. However, its how our relationship has always been. Everyone in my life has expected stuff from me- to make perfect grades, to be a ballerina, to be the perfect daughter, to be with Jasper, to get married and have kids and have a boring typical life. Not once did she make me feel that I had to become this person that I do not want to be."
"That is stupid," Natasha replies, removing Lucy's hand from her arm, "But, it makes sense. I know how you feel. Expectations can drive someone crazy. I mean, I am expected to be this bitch, right?"
"You are a bitch."
"See, I play the part rather well," Natasha laughs, "but, Lucy, you shouldn't throw your life away, because she makes you feel a certain way. Now, im going to fix up your arm, after that, you are going to find that boy from earlier and start a real life."
"Or," Lucy says, "We could have had a real life. Run away. Changed our names. You could have opened a real café and I would have gone to college. We could have had a real happy life."
"You know it wouldn't have worked."
"I hate you," Lucy places her arms around Red's neck, "Sometimes, I really do hate you."
"The feeling is mutual," Red replies, her arms circling around Lucy's waist.
"Even if we did try to run away," Lucy smirks, "We would have probably ended up killing each other over something stupid. Like you not cleaning the dishes."
"Or you not taking out the trash."
"Or you making fun of my TV shows," Lucy whispers as she slowly rises to the tops of her toes.
"Or you trying to bake in my kitchen," Red leans down closer.
"You calling me a child."
"You calling me a chicken."
"You are a chicken," Lucy says, before finally placing her lips upon Red's; instantly the older woman pulls Lucy closer against her. In shock, Lucy's lips part- allowing Red's tongue entrance. Both moan in favor of their new interaction. Slowly they stumble their way to the chair, to which Red sits and Lucy on top of Red. The younger woman's right hand plays with Red's hair sticking out from under the cloth on the back of her neck, while her left hand itches its way to the top of the older woman's breasts. Red's hands roam lower on Lucy's back- slowly reaching her bottom, only to abruptly pull the younger woman closer.
Lucy pulls apart, leaving both women panting. Looking into Red's now indigo eyes, the younger woman is reminder of her original intent for coming.
"Red?" Lucy asks.
"Yes, moy angel," Red replies, her accent heavy with lust.
"What would you do for me?" Lucy lays a kiss on Red's neck.
"Any…anything."
"Leave the mafia, stop contact, stop importing things in here." Lucy says, placing her lips back on Red's.
* As usual I do not know what happened to this chapter… Kind of just word vomit. Anyways reviews are love. Really. If you like this story, review. It does not even have to be a good review- just a reminder for me to update. Even if you do not review, I will still update- I am not that mean. Off the topic of reviews…I've been writing one shots- some with Lucy/Red and others with Lucy's 'actress'/Kate- I'm thinking about posting some…what do you guys think?" *
