Allie stared at her empty tray as she waited for Kaz to finish eating. She paid no attention to what the women at her table were saying, finding it difficult to continue interacting with them after what they had all done. Allie and Bea discussed what had happened in the equipment room, determining that what Kaz did to her would have only been the first strike had Kaz not gotten her expected outcome. As much as Bea wanted to retaliate against Kaz, Doreen, and the rest of her crew, they knew that if Bea dismissed Allie's relapse, Kaz would strike again, much harder, against either one of them, with Allie being the more vulnerable target. Bea knew that Kaz couldn't forgive Allie for her betrayal, and for now, Kaz was more interested in keeping her soldiers in line than she was in accepting that Allie had switched to the enemy side. There would have been more attacks against her for allying herself with Bea, especially when word had spread that she was the top dog's one and only weak point. So for now, they were both better off with everyone in the prison believing they could not even stand to be near each other after Allie's supposed relapse. Allie forced herself to keep her head down, knowing that for the time being, she was not a target as long as she remained at Kaz's side.
Kaz finished her drink, grabbing Ferguson's tray and placing it on top of hers before sliding them both towards Allie. Allie finally looked up, only to have to look at Ferguson who sat across from her, her eyes still red, her eyelids still scratched, her arm in bandages following her recent skin graft. Despite her injuries, despite her weak physical health, Ferguson had never looked more menacing than she did now.
Kaz and Ferguson stood up from the table and walked out of the mess hall. Allie picked up the trays and glasses and headed towards the trashcans to clear them, forcing herself to avoid looking at the H1 table, the only table in the mess hall that still had people. Sonia watched her as she did so, observing her every step until she left the mess hall. She then turned to look at Bea, who stared down at her empty tray as she twirled her fork in her right hand. The only other woman remaining at the table was Maxine. Sonia turned to face her, meeting her eyes and gesturing with her head for her to leave. Maxine looked at Bea, before picking up her tray and leaving the table.
"Beatrice?"
Bea kept her head down but shifted her focus towards Sonia.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, yeah of course. Why?"
"You seem… disoriented."
Bea opened her mouth to speak but could only shake her head and shrug, as she turned back down towards her tray and continued to twirl her fork, oblivious to the fact that the mess hall had emptied.
"It hurts you to not be able to look at her, doesn't it?" Sonia crossed her arms and leaned forward on the table.
Bea dropped her fork as she turned her head up to look at Sonia.
"What?"
"It evidently hurts her as well, but it seems you two are going out of your way to avoid making eye contact."
"I'm fine, Sonia, thanks."
As Bea went to stand, Sonia placed her hand on her wrist, leaning in to speak softly, even though they were the only women remaining in the mess hall.
"You would never have abandoned her after everything she's done for and to you because of one mistake, which I refuse to believe was her own doing given how she'd sooner cut her arm off than disappoint you. If you're so concerned about her safety you're willing to keep her under the enemy's wing, you should be aware that it won't be long before Karen or Joan figures out what you're truly up to, and I don't believe Karen will forgive another betrayal, especially with Joan as her adviser. One look between the two of you in their presence will inevitably give you away."
Bea stared at Sonia, unsure of how to respond, perturbed by the woman's shrewdness.
"You can't wait anymore. The only way to ensure her safety as well as yours is to strike first and to strike hard enough that neither of them can come back from it, do you understand me?"
"Sonia… I'm not… I can't kill Kaz and Ferguson."
Sonia looked down at Bea's tattoo, staring at it long enough to cause Bea to look down at it as well.
"You would for her… Don't wait for revenge to become your motivation."
Sonia smiled and squeezed Bea's wrist, letting go of it and picking up both their trays and then walking to the trashcans to clear them. Bea remained in her seat, too paralyzed to move, unable to do anything but watch Sonia walk out of the mess hall, as she began to run her thumb over her tattoo.
…
"Come in, Smith," Vera requested, as Bea walked into her office.
Bea sat down in the chair in front of Vera's desk, waiting for Vera to finish whatever she was writing before putting the pen down and finally looking up at her.
"We didn't find the phone that took Ferguson's photos during the ramp," Vera admitted disappointedly.
"Of course not. You should maybe reconsider your officers, Governor. Quite a few in here who maybe wouldn't have benefited from finding it."
"On that note… I wanted to let you know that Officer Miles is returning to work today, therefore…"
"Wow, you're just chock full of fantastic news today, aren't you? What's next? You didn't get me the information I asked you for?"
"…No… However…"
Bea scoffed as she stood up from her chair and turned to leave, disappointed knowing that she would now have to try to find another approach to weaken Ferguson's alliance with Kaz. She walked towards the door, throwing it open before freezing in her tracks at the sight of Franky walking down the hallway. She was looking at her phone as she made her way towards the office, putting it in her pocket, then finally looking up at Bea, the sight of her making Franky stop in her tracks as well.
"However… Someone else did," Vera finished, as she smiled and walked past Bea and out of her office.
"Hey, Red," Franky called out as a smile came over her.
Bea smiled, her eyes tearing up at the sight of Franky's beaming grin. She ran towards her, throwing herself into her arms, as Franky slightly lifted Bea off her feet in their embrace. Bea began to cry, as she placed her hands on Franky's face, finding it impossible to believe that she was actually here. Franky laughed as she wiped away the tears from her eyes before pulling Bea in, kissing her forehead and hugging her again, neither of them wanting to let go.
When Franky finally broke away from her, she wrapped her arm around Bea's shoulder as she led her back into the governor's office. Franky closed the door behind them, as she let go of Bea to walk around the desk, dropping her laptop bag on it before plopping down in Vera's chair, placing her hands behind her head as she lifted her feet and rested them on the desk. Bea sat back down in the chair opposite Franky, pulling herself in closer, before resting her hands on the desk and leaning forward.
"Meh, this chair isn't as comfortable as I thought it'd be," Franky stated as she took her feet off the desk and leaned towards Bea.
"Franky, what… What are you doing here?" Bea asked, unable to contain her happiness.
"Well, I heard you could use some help."
Franky took Bea's hand in her own, as she pushed Bea's sleeve back to examine her burnt arm, the scars now showing signs of fading.
"You all right?" Franky asked, turning her sad eyes up to Bea.
"Yeah… I…" Bea paused and shook her head. "I had the piss beat out of me, Franky… I had my arm scorched in the steam press, and was almost choked to death by Ferguson and then by Kaz… Franky, it… It could have been the end for me," Bea swallowed hard, as she recalled the assault.
"It could have," Franky added as she waited for Bea to be able to speak again.
"But… But I had help," Bea nodded as she gripped Franky's hand, a small smile appearing on her distraught face, as thoughts of Allie flowed into her mind.
"Maxie and Booms still serving their queen properly?"
"Yeah," Bea laughed. "But they weren't there the day of the attack. Liz tried to help, but actually it's because of two newbies that I'm still here today."
"Newbies? Who? What made them step up?"
"Well one of them was Sonia Stevens. According to her she helped me simply because I was in danger. That was it. No ulterior motive."
"Serious? The cosmetics lady? Isn't she like fifty?"
"Yeah something like that. Guess that's why she was able to take down the Freak so easily."
"I'll bet, cougars going at it. Now there's a movie I've watched once or twice," Franky chuckled. "Who is your other savior?"
"…Allie. Allie Novak."
Bea couldn't help but smile at the thought of her, her eyes lighting up, something Franky immediately noticed.
"Uh huh… And why did Allie Novak feel the need to help out Queen Bea?" Franky asked as she raised an eyebrow.
Bea softly giggled as she leaned back in her chair, looked around the room, and shrugged. Franky's eyes widened, her mouth agape.
"No fucking way…"
"Franky, I…"
"No fucking way!" Franky laughed. "Looks like Queen Bea's found herself a princess!"
"Shut up, it's not like that…"
"Red, you're turning so fucking red right now! Fuck! I knew it! I fucking knew it!" Franky claimed, as she slammed her hand down on the desk. "Everyone always told me to back off 'cause you were into blokes, but I knew it! Your mouth said penis while your eyes said vagina!"
Bea burst out laughing as she brought her head down on the desk. Franky ruffled her hair as she continued laughing, enjoying this shy, embarrassed, enamored mess before her.
"Wait, wait I want to meet her! What does she look like?"
Bea raised her head back up as she opened her mouth to speak, shaking her head in the process.
"She's the most beautiful person I've ever known," Bea softly replied.
"Holy fuck, Red, you're in deep," Franky laughed. "So what was it? The face? Ass? You always seemed like a boob kind of girl now that I think about it. What's she in for? Murder? Fucking fairy tale, I swear. "
Bea chuckled as she tried to formulate a thought, a sentence about Allie, never before having been able to discuss her with anyone.
"…She… She's a member of Kaz's crew actually… Former right hand of the Red Right Hand's leader."
"Oh fuck," Franky interrupted, the worry becoming evident in her eyes as she turned for a second towards her laptop bag.
"Yeah, that was my mindset at the start of all this… Maxine actually was the one to suggest I get close to her to get info on Kaz but… I don't know… Just getting to know her, talking to her, being with her… It felt right. I've… Never in my life have I felt safer than when I'm with her."
"Red… Jesus fucking Christ, Red, you are smitten."
Bea looked down at the desk, as she began to slowly nod, her eyes sparkling.
"She makes… She makes everything okay… She makes all of this okay, you know?"
Franky smiled, nodding as she observed Bea, a peace, a hope in her look and in her voice that Franky had never before witnessed. Franky suddenly reached for Vera's phone, picking it up and dialing 0.
"Hello, secretary person, yes, we need Allie Novak to report to the governor's office immediately," Franky demanded laughingly as she stood up, trying to keep out of Bea's reach as she tried to stop her.
"Franky! Franky! No! Franky! Stop!"
"Yes! Yes, thank you, we will see her soon!" Franky grinned as she hung up the phone.
"Franky…"
"Look, Red, as fucking thrilled as I am to meet Princess Allie, she's also going to want that info you requested from Vera."
Bea nodded, realizing that the information was as important to her as it was to anyone, before smiling, as she couldn't help feeling happy that she would get to see Allie again.
…
The door to Vera's office opened, as Allie stepped inside, a giant smile appearing on her face, her eyes twinkling when she saw Bea, before attempting to reel in her exhilaration when she noticed there was another person in the room. She turned to close the door behind her as she walked up and stood as close as possible to Bea, quietly greeting her before turning to Franky.
"Fuck you, Red," Franky uttered, smiling, as she looked Allie up and down. "You don't half-ass anything, do ya?"
Amused and confused at the same time, Allie turned to look down at Bea, who could only rub her face as she tried to hold back her laughter. She stood up and kissed Allie on the cheek before wrapping her arms around her. Allie closed her eyes and nuzzled Bea's neck as she hugged her back with all her strength, not wanting to ever let go.
"It's okay…" Bea remarked as she forced herself to pull away. "Allie, this is…"
"I'm Franky Doyle, and it's a pleasure to meet you, princess," Franky laughed, sticking her hand out towards Allie.
Allie smirked, as she reached out to shake Franky's hand.
"She's got good hands, Red… In case you hadn't figured that out yet…"
"Oh believe me, she'd write a book about them if she could keep hers off me for five minutes," Allie winked at Bea.
Bea and Franky laughed as Bea sat back down in the chair. Allie sat on the chair's armrest, wrapping her right arm around Bea, a simple act that made Franky grin from ear to ear.
"So, how about we get down to business so you two lovebirds can get back to your nest?" Franky teased.
"Allie, I asked the governor to find information on the person who shopped you and your crew, and Franky here…"
"Franky here, former top dog, baddest legal bitch around, and your sister-in-law might I add, princess, heard about the request during dinner with the governor. So, I offered to pull out all the stops within my network to get this after hearing all the shit the Freaky Red Right Hand put this one through."
Franky unzipped her bag, pulling out her laptop and opening it, clicking away as she glanced up momentarily at the two women before her. Allie mouthed "are you okay?" to Bea, her right hand massaging Bea's shoulder. Bea smiled and nodded, as she brought her hand up to squeeze Allie's, taking it in hers and planting a small kiss on it, as her other hand stroked Allie's thigh. Franky smiled as she looked back down at the screen, before turning her computer towards Bea and Allie.
"Ready?" Franky asked, before hitting the space bar.
The media player recording began. Franky sat back in her chair as she witnessed the shock overcome Bea and Allie simultaneously when they realized the voice they heard making the call to name Kaz as the leader of the Red Right Hand belonged to Ferguson.
"Fuck…" muttered Allie.
"You're fucking kidding…" Bea remarked.
"Nope. Seems like you two owe Joanie an invite to the wedding," Franky responded as she raised her eyebrows.
"That fucking woman…" Bea muttered as she ran her hands over her face.
"Kaz needs to hear this now," Allie said, as she rubbed Bea's back.
"She know about you two?"
Bea and Allie looked at each other before turning back to Franky and shaking their heads.
"How the hell do you hide it from her?" Franky laughed. "You're so fucking obvious."
Franky took a USB stick out of her bag, pushing it into the laptop port as she copied the recording onto the device.
"So who's gonna be the one to bring her in? Can't be you, Red, she has her guard up too much to come in willing to accept such a horrible truth from you. Blondie, you should pretend to not know anything about this, and be equally surprised when she finds out, so you're there to push her in the right direction away from Ferguson in case she doesn't respond as well as we'd hope."
"Does the governor know?" Allie asked.
"Not yet. I wanted Red to be the first to hear it, and to be completely honest, you're here because I really wanted to meet the puppy who stole the top dog's heart," Franky replied, as she pulled the USB stick out of her laptop and grinned at them.
Allie and Bea looked at each other, smiling, both women finding comfort in Franky's words, despite knowing that should anyone else find out, the bond between them could be irreparably broken.
…
Bea and Miles remained quiet as Miles escorted Bea to the conjugal room to replace the bedding. Miles had finally returned to work following her suspension for leaving the laundry room prior to the attack, and this was the first time the two of them had been alone together since then. When they arrived at the conjugal room, Miles swiped her keycard then threw the door open and walked in, moving aside to let Bea pass through with the laundry cart. Miles began to help Bea replace the old sheets with the new ones, finally breaking the silence after looking at Bea's scarred arm as she threw the new sheet over the mattress.
"Your burns seem to be healing well," Miles stated, immediately regretting speaking as Bea glared at her.
"Yeah, you know, I had been hoping for a tan for a while," Bea replied coldly.
"…Smith… I'm really sorry about what happened," Miles spoke, as she tucked the corner of the fitted sheet under the mattress.
"You're just sorry they didn't finish the job," Bea responded without looking at her. "Let's be honest, Kaz and the Freak have greater incentives for you, don't they, Ms. Miles?"
Miles rose up and looked at Bea, as she began to switch out the pillowcases.
"I… That's not what happened, it wasn't… I knew Proctor was coming to talk to you and demand you remove the position of top dog, but I had no idea she was…"
"Actually trying to kill me?" Bea interrupted. "No, no of course not."
"Smith, I swear I didn't…"
"Nah, you just happened to have talked enough with Kaz to convince you to leave your post for a political discussion even when you see the mob of women show up led by her and Ferguson. Sure, sure that checks out."
"I didn't hear about it from Kaz. I heard it from Jake."
Bea looked up at Miles as she let the pillow fall into the case, before dropping it on the bed.
"What?"
"Jake was the one who told me to step out for a bit while you all discussed the issue."
"Screwart?" Bea asked in total disbelief. "You're kidding me… There's no way you thought that was just going to be a friendly political chat."
"He…"
Miles looked around the room, hesitant to finish her statement. Bea raised an eyebrow in her direction as she waited.
"Fine… No I didn't completely believe it would be… amicable… but he… He invited me to go with him to the staffroom while you all… debated or whatever and… Smith, he's really hot, and… when you're surrounded by women all the time, you just…" Miles stopped, unsure of how to continue.
"Fuck… For fuck's sake, Miles… So you're telling me… I almost died because you couldn't keep it in your pants until after work?"
Miles exhaled deeply, unable to make eye contact with Bea.
"I'm… I'm really sorry, Bea."
Bea scoffed at her, as she wondered if there were any competent officers remaining in the prison. As she smoothed out the wrinkles on the bed sheet and fluffed the pillows, Bea recalled her first interaction with Jake back in the gym and how he had let slide her attack on Juice. Miles received an incoming radio call to report to the staff room.
"Oh, look at that. Hey, if you're lucky, you can go for round two with Mr. Stewart after your staff meeting, yeah?" Bea remarked scornfully.
Miles looked down at the floor again, guilt-ridden for the horrendous mistake she had committed.
"We're done here," Bea said as she stood behind the laundry cart.
Miles could only nod, as she walked towards the door, opening it and walking back out into the hallway. Bea pushed the cart through then let go of it as she turned to reach for the door handle. Miles caught sight of Bea's scarred arm again, quickly forcing herself to look away and leave. As Bea was closing the door, she glared at Miles as she walked away, her eyes then immediately lighting up when she saw Allie turning the corner. Allie stopped in her tracks when she saw Bea, both of them cherishing the few seconds they had to gaze at each other before they would have to continue walking and pretend they couldn't even stand to look at one another. Allie looked down as she began walking again past Miles, keeping her head down but shifting her eyes to look at Bea again as she approached Bea. Bea looked away from Allie, looked behind her, and back towards the open door. She let go of the handle before turning her eyes towards Allie one last time, as she pulled the laundry cart back into the room. Allie continued down the hallway, spinning around as she walked by the door to ensure no one was around, before darting inside and shutting it behind her.
Bea pushed the laundry cart against the wall on the opposite end of the room, before turning to face Allie who leaned against the door, beaming with joy. Bea took a few steps towards Allie, before stopping and turning to look at the bed.
"So, uh, you can see I made the conjugal room real nice for ya," Bea smiled.
"You shouldn't have," Allie replied as she closed the gap between them.
Allie placed her hand on Bea's neck, pulling her in for a kiss. As they came into contact, they both dismissed all problems, all worries, all uncertainties they currently had, focusing only on the perfect pairing of their lips. Their kiss was soft, tender, gentle, as Allie stroked Bea's neck, as Bea stroked Allie's cheek, as their hearts began to race, as their desires began to grow, as they both realized they ached for more and were incapable of waiting any longer. Allie slipped her tongue past Bea's lips, who for a second sucked on it, using her own tongue to massage Allie's, before fully letting her into her mouth. Allie placed her hands on Bea's hips, pushing her shirt out of the way as she made contact with her skin, as Bea ran her fingers through Allie's hair, before resting her hands on her neck.
Allie backed Bea towards the bed, pulling both her shirts off in one motion before throwing them to the side as she let her hands run up Bea's sides, her ribcage, and the tops of her breasts. Bea broke away from Allie's lips to run her tongue down Allie's neck, as she placed her hands on Allie's waist for a second, before pushing her shirt up and off and tossing it to the side, their breasts now pressing against each other through the fabrics of their bras, each woman feeling the hardened nipples of the other. Bea reached around to unclasp Allie's bra, her nervous hands betraying her as she was unable to stop shaking and take it off. Noticing this, Allie reached back around, unclasping her own bra and dropping it to the floor, before taking Bea's hands in her own, looking her in the eyes as she brought Bea's right hand up to her mouth. She began to kiss and suck on her fingers, repeating the act with those of her left hand, before lowering Bea's hands and letting them rest on her breasts as she reached around and pulled Bea closer to her. Bea stood hypnotized, as she affectionately ran her fingers over Allie's breasts, tracing her nipples before beginning to knead them in her hands as Allie quivered at her touch. She forced herself to look away and look Allie in the eyes, before leaning in to kiss and suck Allie's neck, as she continued caressing her breasts. Allie smiled, throwing her head back to allow Bea the freedom to drag her tongue along her neck, as she unclasped Bea's bra, ripping it away. She gently pushed Bea down onto the bed, before falling on top of her and slipping her tongue back into Bea's mouth.
Bea ran her hands up and down Allie, trying to feel every last inch of her skin as their tongues clashed. Allie ran her hands up and down Bea's arms, before grabbing her hands and intertwining their fingers together as she held them above Bea's head. Allie slipped her tongue out of Bea's mouth, running it up and down her neck, pausing to lick and softly bite her earlobe, then dragged it back down her neck, her collarbone, and her shoulders before bringing it down to her chest. Allie let go of Bea's hands, as Bea immediately brought them down to hold Allie's head as Allie took her right breast into her mouth, kissing, biting, and sucking on her nipple. Bea groaned as she felt Allie's tongue flick across her nipple, hardening it, before she gently bit it. Allie began to massage her left breast with her right hand as her left hand helped stimulate the one in her mouth. Bea gasped from the act, her body trembling as she gripped the back of Allie's head as she sucked, licked, and kissed her right breast, before dragging her tongue across to her left breast, immediately kissing, licking, and sucking her nipple in the same manner, massaging her right breast with her left hand.
When Allie pulled away, disappointment hit Bea for half a second, before Allie placed both her hands on her breasts and kneaded them, as her mouth began leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. Allie bit at the waistband of Bea's pants, before pulling them down along with her panties to her ankles, at the same time kicking off her own shoes. Allie tore Bea's pants and panties off, facing a tiny obstacle as she stopped to pull Bea's socks and shoes off along with them, throwing everything around the room and ensuring nothing impeded her from continuing her exploration of Bea's body. Bea now lay completely naked beneath her. Allie forced herself away from Bea as she stared and admired the sight before her during the few seconds she used to catch her breath.
As she stabilized her breathing, Allie slid down Bea on the bed, stopping when she reached her feet, dropping her head forwards and bringing her tongue along Bea's right shin and up to her thigh, as her other hand stroked her left leg as she travelled up her body. As Allie switched her focus to Bea's left leg, starting from her shin and rising up to her thigh once again, she stopped when she reached Bea's left thigh, focusing on the cuts that had accumulated. While continuing to stroke her other leg, Allie ran her fingers over Bea's cuts, before turning her eyes upwards to look at her. Bea felt Allie's fingers on her self-inflicted wounds, as she pushed herself up on her elbows, looking down at Allie as guilt and shame overcame her.
"I… I'm sorry…" Bea began, contrite at having Allie see the scars she had created herself. "I just… I didn't… I didn't know how else to… to numb…" Bea continued, her worry evident in her eyes.
Allie gripped Bea's legs, as she licked her thigh, ensuring she looked directly into Bea's eyes as she kissed and ran her tongue over each cut. Bea sighed and threw her head back as Allie kissed her thighs and ran her fingers up and down her legs again, stroking her, teasing her, and kissing her all over, before bringing her face in between Bea's legs, breathing into her, then finally dragging her tongue across Bea's clit, smiling when she realized how wet the woman was.
Bea moaned deeply, letting herself fall back onto the bed and grabbing Allie's head as she continued her act, her heart pounding in her chest as her breathing quickened. Allie wrapped her arms around Bea's thighs, as Bea held her head, while Allie ran her tongue up and down and over Bea's clit, causing Bea to tremble with every stroke of her tongue. Bea was lost in her emotions, never before in her life having experienced this level of pleasure, arousal, or intimacy. Allie brought her hands in between Bea's legs, spreading her lips apart as she buried her tongue as far as she could inside of her. Bea squirmed beneath her, trying to get away from her, but Allie held tightly onto her, running her tongue up and down the woman, kissing and sucking every part of her, making sure she reached every centimeter of her being, cherishing the taste of the woman she had hungered for from the moment she laid eyes on her.
Bea finally opened her eyes to look down at the head she held between her legs, the bottom of Allie's face glistening as she gazed up into her eyes, her soul, letting her know there was no other place she would rather be. Unable to contain herself, Bea wrapped her legs around Allie, pulling her face into her and grinding against her, as Allie struggled to breathe, but refused to let go of Bea as she continued licking and kissing her.
As Bea's thrusts became more frantic, Allie dragged her tongue across her one last time before running her right hand up Bea's torso, pinching her nipple on the way up to Bea's face. She slid her right index, middle, and ring fingers into Bea's mouth as she moaned. Bea took one hand off of Allie's head to wrap it around Allie's hand, as she sucked and licked her fingers, her breathing becoming quicker and shallower, before Allie pulled them back out. She ran her hand back down Bea's breasts and abdomen before smoothly pushing her wet fingers inside of her.
Bea cried out, not out of pain, but out of a pleasure previously unknown to her. Allie continued licking and sucking on her clit, as her right hand pushed in and out of the breathless woman, while her left hand helped her tongue continue stimulating her.
"A… Allie… Allie …Allie…"
The sound of Bea barely being able to say her name only spurred Allie on as she became more emboldened with her movements. She glanced up at Bea, her chest rising and falling quickly, her mouth wide open as she struggled to breathe, her eyes shut tight. As Allie worked her fingers in and out of Bea, feeling her come close as her shallow breathing, her sighs, her moans, and her gasps became much louder and much more frequent, Allie slipped in one last finger, sending Bea over the edge as Allie pumped her hand in and out of Bea while sucking on and kissing her clit. Bea shot up, gripping Allie's head with her two hands, her mouth open but unable to make a sound, as her entire body shook from the orgasm that overcame her, seemingly never-ending as Allie continued sliding her tongue all over Bea, sliding her fingers in and out of her, until Bea could no longer take anymore and collapsed back on the bed as she let go of Allie. Allie slowly began to ease up on her stimulation, only stopping when Bea reached down and grabbed her by her wrists, pulling her up to lie on top of her as she wrapped her arms around her and tenderly kissed her.
"Are… Are you okay?" Allie asked in between kisses, swallowing hard, and finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the pounding aching she felt between her own legs as she lay on top of Bea.
"Never been… better… Thank…you," Bea responded.
As before, their soft, tender kiss soon turned into an ardent and impassioned act. Bea ran her hands down Allie's back, cherishing the feel of her warm, soft skin, before reaching the waistband of her pants. Bea rolled Allie over so she ended up on top of her, grasping her neck with her left hand as she pushed her pants and panties down with her right, lightly brushing over Allie and causing her to gasp as Bea's hand made contact with her. Bea's eyes shot up to Allie as she became aware of what she had done, as she raised her hand back up and stared at it for a second, realizing how wet Allie had made it without her even trying to. Allie gazed into Bea's eyes, before wrapping her arms around her and rolling them over again so Allie lay on top.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Allie whispered as she reached down and struggled to push her pants off, kicking her socks off as well.
Allie brought herself back down on the woman, moaning as she fell right in between Bea's legs, coming into direct contact with her, hesitating to grind against her despite the throbbing aching she felt in between her own legs.
"I know…But I want to," Bea replied, as she brought her wet fingers up to her mouth and sucked on them.
Bea placed her hands on Allie's lower back, running them down until she gripped her thighs and pushed Allie up, so they sat with Allie now straddling her. Allie had her arms around Bea's neck, using it for support as she began to grind against Bea. Bea brought her hand down in between Allie's legs, causing Allie to scream and shake as Bea immediately began rubbing her warm clit, slowly at first then quicker and quicker as Allie thrusts became more forceful. Bea dropped her head forwards, taking Allie's left breast into her mouth as Allie held her hands around Bea's neck, gripping the woman's skin as Bea licked and sucked and bit her breast, tracing her tongue all over her nipple as her left hand kneaded her other breast, as her right hand continued to rub her clit.
As Allie's movements became even more impassioned, Bea further lowered her hand, keeping her thumb on Allie's clit as she easily slid one, then two fingers inside of her. Allie screamed again, unable to contain the tremendous pleasure she felt as she began to bounce up and down on Bea's hand, as the woman continued to manipulate her breasts with her mouth and tongue.
"Bea… Bea… Bea… "
Allie rode her hand in a frenzy, trembling as Bea continued to suck on her breasts as she stared into her eyes. Allie wrapped her hands around Bea's neck, as she forced Bea to tear away from her and look up at her, moaning into her mouth as she rocked themselves back and forth, shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure electrified her entire body as she sighed, gasped, moaned, and breathed into Bea's mouth. She finally went still, as her body relaxed, and she let herself collapse onto Bea, giving her one final kiss before resting her head on Bea's chest. Bea brought her hand up, pushing the loose strands of hair away from Allie's face and tucking them behind her ears.
"Are you okay?" Bea whispered, as she stroked Allie's hair.
Allie looked up at her, gazing into her eyes as she slowly nodded, out of breath and unable to speak. Realizing Allie was still shaking, Bea reached her right hand out to grab the blanket, pulling it towards them and draping it over Allie, wrapping her in it as Allie tenderly kissed her chest and wrapped her arms around Bea, dropping her head back onto her chest and closing her eyes. As she held Allie in her arms, tears began to fall down Bea's face, her happiness overwhelming her as she realized she had finally found bliss. Her head on Bea's chest, Allie could feel Bea's beating heart, smiling as she understood it now belonged to her as well.