A/N -
Well I should be pretty much back to posting normally now, apologies for any delays, i have been super super busy.
Thanks for all the reviews, I have just caught up on reading them all and loved reading every single one of them, thank you so much for taking the time to send me a little note.
WentworthSupportGroup - CONGRATULATIONS! I put a little Easter egg in there whilst trying to think of a new name for Fletch, and also a name for his girlfriend, and I did wonder if anyone at all would pick up on it, and so far, you're the only one to comment on it. 10 points to you for being awesome!
Not a very long chapter this one, but its a bit of a filler, some big things are on the way... i have just finished proof reading up to chapter 28 and have maybe 3 chapters left to proof read before i write some more... i got a little bit ahead of myself and was doing an hour of writing every night before i fell asleep on my phone so the typo's are appalling ha ha.
Enjoy, and as always, please take 2 seconds to send a review so I know to keep going with this.
AL xxx
The atmosphere was very, well giggly, as the women of H1 cleaned up the visiting room and put it back to its normal layout once the party had finished. Mr Jackson had offered to stay behind on guard, but
instead helped the women as he asked Smiles nicely to reheat the pizza in the staff room microwave for the women to polish off for dinner.
It had been 45 minutes since Frankie and Bridget had made a hasty retreat, everyone assuming that they had left for home in order for Frankie to prepare for her upcoming meeting.
"hey hey what do we have here. What do you reckon those two have been doing for the last hour" Boomer grinned loudly as she saw the two lovebirds walking past the visitors entrance, giggling about some secret as they made their way to the prison exit.
Everyone turned to look at what Boomer had pointed out to them, each smiling inwardly as they watched the two women blissfully lost in their own bubble and completely unaware of their spectators.
"Hey Doyle, I hope you didn't do anything I wouldn't do" Bea called loudly, hoping against hope that she could embarrass her friend, for once being on the giving end instead of the receiving end as usual.
As Frankie and Bridget turned to the room in shock at Bea's voice, Boomer let out a wolf whistle loud enough to be heard over a crowd of rioting inmates. Bridget's blush gave everything away as to what the two women had been up to, but Frankie, never one to miss a beat, threw a wink to Bea before pulling her trademark smirk.
"Allie should be so lucky" Frankie called, receiving an embarrassed slap from her fiancé before being dragged away to the exit as she giggled happily to herself, much to Bridget's frustration.
"Who would have thought, Frankie Doyle proposing to her girlfriend… without a single innuendo… after asking the woman's father for permission" Liz grinned.
"They look so happy" Doreen commented as she watched the two women walking through the car park outside, Bridget's shriek echoing through the room and she began running and Frankie gave chase until they were out of sight.
"It gives you hope that if Frankie can find it, then so can we" Maxine mused as she took a chair that Boomer was attempting to lift, throwing her a playful glare that she shouldn't have been lifting anything.
"I hope so, it would be nice to have what they have one day" Will Jackson mused aloud as he dragged a table back into position.
"Do you not have anyone to keep your bed warm at night then Mr Jackson?" Allie asked, receiving a playful nudge from Bea who was smirking in amusement at Allie's bluntness.
"Nah... there has been a few women since... Meg passed, but nothing serious" Will confided feeling completely at ease around the women.
"That's a real shame love" Liz patted his arm affectionately and was rewarded with a kind smile from the prison officer.
"You'll find a special someone soon enough Sir, you're good looking, you're a top guy… and you have a lovely smile… according to Bea your arse could do with some work though" Boomer grinned completely missing the wet cloth that Bea threw at her, and glaring as it hit her square in the face.
"Is that right Smith… thanks for the advice, I'll make sure I do some glutes at the gym tonight" Will grinned at Her, unsuccessfully dodging the cloth she threw at him which hit him square in the face.
"That's a slottable offence Smith" Will grinned as he tossed it back, aiming straight for Bea's head.
"What about Miss Bennet… she was looking pretty hot tonight" Maxine cooed, never able to resist the urge to play cupid.
"The Governor… she's not exactly my type!" Will laughed.
"Hey Bea… was Allie your type before you got together?" Maxie asked.
"Ha no… apparently abusive wankers were my type" Bea grinned cheekily, raising her eyebrow to Will in a silent comment that Maxine had a point. Will glanced back to Maxine who was looking at him the same way, he shook his head and grabbed the mop to clean the floor.
"Wow what a day!" Allie grinned as she snuggled into Bea. They had both had their second fill of pizza, and showered before excusing themselves from their friends to get an early night.
"Yeah… they are cute together, hey" Bea grinned, happy to see her friend so loved up and on track to turning her life around. "have you ever thought about doing it" Bea asked out of the blue.
"What's that?" Allie asked absently as she spooned Bea, her attention focused on the fingers that were playing with her own.
"Marriage" Bea said more confidently than she felt, her brow furrowing when Allie's fingers stilled and she stopped breathing.
"Are you asking me to marry you Bea Smith" Allie grinned when she had finally composed herself, her fingers returning to their previous game when she heard Bea chuckle and felt her head shake.
"Not yet" Bea finally replied. "I meant have you ever thought about it?" Bea said shyly.
"Of course I have, every little girl dreams about her wedding day" Allie smiled as she kissed Bea's shoulder tenderly.
"But what about as a big girl?" Bea could hear the nervousness in her voice, but couldn't explain why she felt so nervous having this conversation.
"I haven't really thought too much about it, I mean in the last ten years I have been a junkie, had 7 relapses, and been living on the street selling my body to pay for my addiction… I never really thought I was going to live out the 'pretty woman' fantasy that most hookers expect.. and then since you… I mean, I never really thought you would want to even go there again after Harry"
Allie sighed after several minutes of a heavy silence. "What's going on in that beautiful head Bea" Allie whispered.
"You're not Harry… and I'm not Richard Gere" Bea breathed barely audible.
"Married or not… I would never lay a hand on you, I respect you too much to ever treat you that way. I love you totally and completely, just the thought of laying a finger on you in anyway that your not fully consenting of… and no I'm not Harry, and I never will be, and I want you to tell me if I ever do anything
that makes you feel like I am anything like him. Your my seahorse Bea, I only want happiness for you, even if I'm not the one that is lucky enough to do that for you" Allie confessed. "plus your way hotter than Richard Gere" Allie giggled softly.
"So is that your answer?" Bea persisted after Allie finished laughing at her own joke.
"Bea… if your asking hypothetically if you asked me to marry you, what my answer would be… then I would feel honored that after everything you have been through that you would trust me enough to go there again… and I would so say hell yes!" Allie smiled when she felt Bea's body relax slightly.
"so while we are playing this game… what would you say if I asked you?" Allie smirked knowing that Bea would be cringing internally at her questioning being thrown back at her.
"hypothetically…" Bea grinned when she heard Allie's soft laugh. "I would say you would look stunning in a white dress and I would be stupid to knock back the opportunity to see you walking down the aisle towards me in it" Bea frowned when Allie burst out in laughter, her body rocking the entire bed. Bea pulled away slightly and turned to face her girlfriend, the hurt evident in her eyes.
"A white dress.. seriously…. That's a symbol of virginity… and I'm an ex hooker… can you seriously not see the comedy in that?" Allie soothed when she saw the pain in Bea's beautiful eyes and felt terrible for being the cause of it.
"Alliecat… firstly stop with all the hooker crap, there are many things that define the person you are, your former career choice isn't one of them. Secondly, neither of us were virgins in the physical sense, but speaking for myself.. I consider that first time we made love as 'THE' first time for me. Not the first time with a woman… but the first time with someone who viewed me as an equal, with someone who it was fully consensual and it was about love and intimacy. I view you as my first" Bea grinned when she felt Allie pull her close again, extinguishing any distance between them, she could feel the younger woman's lips in a broad grin against her shoulder. "and lastly… no white dress... no wedding"
"Oh it's like that is it? I love it when your so dominating" Allie admitted.
"I can be more dominating if that's what you want" Bea flirted unashamedly.
"I want you to do whatever your comfortable with in the knowledge that I trust you totally and completely … just no bruises" Allie smirked, glad that their misunderstanding had been cleared up.
"Deal and the same goes for you" Bea sighed into the embrace contently.
"Do we need to set up some kind of safe word here Queen Bea" Allie flirted with a giggle.
"Hah… safe word, that worries me about what you have in store for me.. but sure, how about… albatross?" Bea grinned.
"Albatross? What the actual fuck Bea, where did that com from?"
"Well it's not a word that usually comes up in sex is it" Bea grinned.
"Not in my experience… fine albatross it is" Allie shook her head in amusement.
Bea spun around in Allie's arms, capturing her lips in a searing kiss the second she was able to. "it never ceases to amaze me how you manage to turn everything back to sex…" Bea announced when they finally pulled away, panting slightly to regain their breath.
"It's my super power" Allie grinned.
"I thought that was hearing when my pants dropped" Bea grinned sexily.
"That too… I have many super powers" Allie grinned before capturing Bea's lips once more.
"Frankie Doyle?" Frankie spun around at the sound of her name to see a man sat in the booth behind her. He wore a black leather jacket and a baseball cap and was looking away from her so that she couldn't see his face.
"Turn around and look like your doing something else, do not look at me" the man ordered. Frankie spun back around and pulled her phone from her pocket, making out that she was playing on it, she set her voice recorder off. This felt way too creepy to her and she wanted to get a recording of it for proof to herself that whatever was to come, had happened.
"What's with all the cloak and dagger?" Frankie asked quietly.
"I'm sticking my neck out on the line here, if anyone were to know I was talking to you… well let's just say it wouldn't end well for me, or you" His voice was deep, Frankie guessed he was probably somewhere between the 30's and 50's mark, his accent sounded like the standard Australian/Victorian accent, no trace of any foreign heritage.
Frankie felt a soft tremor of fear and nerves travel up her spine at the honesty in his words. "Who are you?"
"A friend of a friend… how about you just call me D. So what did you think to my email?" D asked, careful to keep his voice low.
"It was… interesting, but I would love to know what to has to do with me" Frankie probed.
"The man in the photo, he goes by the name Jimbo…. His real name is Jacob Stewart. Over the last several months he has been receiving several bank transfers from Fergusons attorney. Now something tells me that this is the guy that bitch hired to kill Nils Jesper"
"And you can prove this claim, right?" Frankie asked, a ball of excitement building in her stomach at the prospect of this information.
"That's your job, not mine… I'm just telling you where you can start looking" D stated with a air of annoyance in his voice.
"And what is it that you get out of giving me this information?" Frankie asked awaiting patiently for the catch, several moments passed as she waited, finally losing her patience, she spun around to face whoever this mystery man was, her stomach sinking when she saw the empty booth behind her.
She picked her drink up and drained its dregs before getting up, determined to put the meeting behind her for tonight so she could go home and restart the celebrations with Gidget. Tomorrow however, she would start looking into Jacob 'Jimbo' Stewart, now she had a name to the face.