Allie woke up the next morning in a daze. She sat up in her bed, the biggest and brightest smile appearing on her face as she remembered what had happened that night hadn't been a dream. She took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to the sink and washing her face and brushing her teeth. She then walked to the shelves and grabbed her toiletries bag and towel and headed for the showers.

…

"You're giddy this morning," remarked Maxine as she served herself toast.

Bea looked back at her, unable to stop smiling.

"Good dream is all," Bea replied as she carried her tray to their table.

It had felt like a dream to her. Never before had Bea wanted to touch or kiss someone, but now, in prison of all places, Bea had finally found someone she wanted to feel, to touch, to be with, and she longed to be alone with Allie again.

For now, Bea had to settle for stealing quick glances of the blonde sitting mere feet away from her. Now and again, their eyes would meet, expressing the desire they were unable to voice.

"Beatrice?"

Bea woke up from her daydream. Sonia was standing in front of her looking down at her.

"What did you call me?"

"That's your name, is it not?" asked Sonia. "I refuse to believe your parents would name you after a letter."

"…What do you want, Sonia?"

"I wanted to ask you a question," began Sonia as she sat down next to Bea on the bench in the yard.

"Go on then."

"When you… When you killed those people… Did you ever possibly consider how others would see you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, did you ever think that maybe upon killing those people, that others would see you no longer as you, but simply as your acts? Would they be able to separate the murderer from the person you were before?"

Visibly confused, Bea was about to tell Sonia off, but then she began to think about Jacs and Brayden. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall, trying to find the right words to answer a question she had asked herself long ago.

"I…" Bea sighed. "I think most people here see me as just this murderer, and that's fine, but I never gave attention to the opinions these people have of me. I did what I had to do. I am a murderer. I am in here for life. I will die here. So I can't really care too much about what these people think of me. The people who can look past that I think are the ones you should care about. And as long as I can breathe easy and be okay with what I've done and we can all live in a peaceful chaos, what else can I ask for as a lifer?"

Sonia analyzed Bea's expression, noticing there was no remorse, no regret in her words. Sonia nodded and stood up.

"Thank you, Beatrice. For what it's worth, I think these women are fortunate to have you looking out for them."

Bea softly smiled and nodded. Sonia walked towards Liz who was sitting at a table with Maxine and Boomer. Bea looked over at her crew, realizing that she truly cared for these women, but longing to see one woman in particular. Bea stood up from the bench and made her way to the kitchen.

…

Allie mopped the kitchen floor as thoughts of Bea flooded her mind. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the kiss they had shared. It was more than she could have ever imagined. She came back to reality when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Allie turned around to see Bea standing by the sink. Bea mouthed a greeting but no words came out of her as she gave Allie a small wave. Allie smiled as she set aside the mop and removed her apron, walking away from Bea towards the equipment room. Allie stepped through the door, holding it open for Bea to follow her inside. Bea leaned against the counter while Allie closed the door and leaned against it.

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, saying more to each other with a simple look than they ever could say with their words. Allie closed the gap between them and caressed Bea's face as she pulled her in for a kiss. When their lips met, Bea felt chills race down her spine. Allie noticed Bea shiver and wrapped her arms around her, causing Bea to put her arms around Allie as they continued kissing. Allie maneuvered Bea and pushed her against the counter, giving her a small boost so Bea ended up barely sitting on the edge of it.

What had started out as a soft and tender kiss became more passionate as the women explored each other's mouths, pouring themselves into one another, barely stopping to breathe. Allie ran her hands down Bea's neck and her sides, until she made it to her thighs, pushing them apart and stepping into the space between Bea's legs. Allie reached around and placed her hands on Bea's lower back to pull her in. Bea gasped as she made contact with Allie's abdomen.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," laughed Allie as they stopped kissing.

"No, uh, you didn't…I just…"

Bea swallowed hard as she looked into Allie's eyes.

"I just… I don't know what to do."

Allie smiled softly, recalling how Bea had mentioned how sex was never a good experience for her. She just wanted to please Bea, make her understand what pleasure truly was, but she was worried about making her uncomfortable. Allie nodded and joined Bea on the counter, sliding back to the wall. Bea slid back as well.

"Bea, if you just want to talk, that's fine with me," smiled Allie.

"Are you sure? I don't want to…"

"It's fine. Really… I just want you to be okay."

Allie took Bea's hand in hers, intertwining their fingers as Bea softly exhaled.

"So… How's everything?" Allie asked as she ran her fingers over Bea's tattoo.

"Good…Better now…Being here made my day."

"Well, you made my night so it's the least I…"

Bea leaned in and began kissing Allie, their tongues dancing together as their breathing became heavier. The position they were in was getting uncomfortable, as they both hesitated to touch each other, one out of nervousness, the other out of respect. Unable to resist anymore, Allie reached over and grabbed Bea's left thigh, placing her other hand on her hip and maneuvering her so Bea ended up straddling Allie.

"Is this okay…" Allie asked in between breaths.

"Yeah…" Bea whispered.

Bea felt a strange sensation in between her legs. Her heart was pounding against her chest. Instinct took over, and she began to grind against Allie. Allie ran her hands up Bea's thighs and slid them underneath her shirt. Bea trembled as Allie's hands cupped her breasts through her bra. She reached around to unclasp it when a voice called out from outside the equipment room.

"Allie?"

The voice shocked Bea, who knocked over a stack of bowls as she nearly leapt off of Allie and tried to compose herself. Allie hopped off the counter to pick up the bowls.

"Allie, is that you?" Kaz's voice came closer.

Allie looked at Bea, both women flushed and out of breath.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, Kaz, I'll be right out!" Allie called out as she set the bowls down on the counter again.

Allie opened the door to the equipment room, which Bea stood behind. As Allie walked out, she squeezed Bea's hand and smiled. Despite her shock, Bea couldn't help but smile back at Allie as she walked out, closing the door behind her.

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