S5E6: Scene 5
"What's going on, Franky?" Bridget asked. "Do you know about this?"
"I got a call earlier. All they said was that because Kim was dead, I would die." Franky looked at her worried lover and hesitated.
"And?"
Franky grimaced. "And the person who killed Kim will die."
Bridget got out of bed, turned on the lamp and put on her robe. "We've got to warn Allie! And tell Bea! Maybe she can protect her." She picked up her cell phone and started walking towards the closed bedroom door.
"Wait! We can't tell them." Franky put up her hands to stop her lover.
Bridget turned and looked at her. "Why?"
"Because I told them that Allie didn't do it."
"Why would you do that?!"
"Because she doesn't need that blood on her hands. Kim was my problem and she hurt you because of how I treated her. Allie doesn't need to get caught up in the middle of that too."
"Who does she think killed Kim?"
Franky chewed the inside of her cheek and gave a petulant look to the counselor.
"Me." "You." They said together.
"Franky!" Bridget shouted. "How could you!?" Bridget took a step toward her and then backed up to give herself some room. She turned and tried to clear her head. Franky thought it was best just to stand there and let her think. "What about me? Weren't you worried about what I'd think?" she finally asked as she pushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear.
"Well, you know YOU didn't kill her."
"But… I…" Bridget just shook her head, not really sure what to say. "We have to go to the police."
"And tell them what? An untraceable voice with an Asian accent is threatening me, my partner and another prisoner, neither of whom I'm supposed to associate with." She raised her hands. "Then they WILL put me back in and we'll all be sitting ducks for the Asians, the Freak and anyone else who wants payback."
Bridget shook her head. "Shit."
Franky walked over to Bridget and took her hands. "I will take care of this. I can make this right. I promise."
Bridget looked at her. "Do I want to know how?" Franky shook her head. Bridget stood there shaking her head as she tried to decide what to do. Finally, she shook the phone at her partner. "Okay, but if you can't fix this then we go to the police. Deal?"
Franky nodded. "Deal."
"And you have to warn Bea."
"Deal," Franky agreed as she took the phone and put it on the nightstand. She pulled her lover toward the bed. "Tomorrow. Now, come back to bed."
"Franky!" Bridget sighed, exasperated. "I can't sleep now!"
"We don't have to sleep," blue-green eyes twinkled as she leaned in to kiss the blond woman's neck.
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Allie wasn't asleep either. After her visit with Franky, she had kitchen duty for the three dinner shifts and then her group therapy session, mandatory for everyone involved in the riot. She tried to convince Officer Webb to let her stay with Bea but since she wasn't critical and the nurse had already gone home, the grumpy officer sent her back to H Block for the night. She tried to go to sleep but kept thinking about their reunion. Could they get back to where they had been before? So much had happened to them; so many forces seemed to be working to keep them apart. When were they going to be able to just live their lives and have a little garden with tomatoes, and spinach, and pumpkins. The thought of Bea wanting to grow pumpkins made Allie smile and she imagined her lover in the yard with a sun hat and gloves with little flowers on them surrounded by bright orange pumpkins. Then at night they would cuddle together on the couch and read until lights-out.
Allie flushed warmly. She missed making love to Bea. Her lover enjoyed giving pleasure as much as receiving it and Bea surprised her with a passion and creativity she didn't expect from someone in their first sexual relationship. Well, except for Harry. "That bastard," she thought to herself. The flush turned to anger as she thought about how he beat her, abused her, and even raped her. He never appreciated the amazing woman that Bea Smith was and she was glad he was dead and gone. "Bea should always know how much she is loved," she whispered to the teal walls.
At that moment, Allie stood up and grabbed a few things off the shelf and walked across the unit to Bea's cell. She opened the door and stopped to look around. The pencil drawings of herself, Debbie, and the other women in the unit were tacked to the corkboard. Her clothes and toiletries were neatly placed on the left side of the shelves. The right side, Allie's side, was bare. Her pencils and sketch pad were on the desk. And her bed was neatly made with her red blanket folded at the foot of the bed. Allie put her things in their places and sat down on the bed. She pulled the red blanket to her and hugged it.
She looked up as the door opened. "Bea?" Allie asked wishfully.
"No. It's just me, love," Liz answered as she walked in. "Are you okay?"
"I've been stupid, Liz. Stupid and selfish." Liz stepped in and waited for her to continue. "I should have talked to her about what she was planning. I should have stood with her instead of walking away. I should have trusted her instead of leaving her."
Liz looked around at the clothes on the shelves and the second toothbrush in the cup. "And now?" she asked quietly.
"I'm coming home."
Liz smiled widely and nodded her head. "Good for you, love. Good for you." Allie smiled back at her. "I'll leave you to it then. Do you need anything?"
"No, thanks. I'm good."
"Righto. Night then."
"Good night, Liz."
Liz left and closed the door behind her as Allie kicked off her slippers and curled up on the bed, holding the red blanket to her chest.
The anticipation was electric! Everyone was talking about the party. After the breakfast shift, kitchen workers started making cakes and putting together snack trays. Allie had been assigned to kitchen duty and had spent most of the day making and decorating cakes with purple spider webs, orange moons, and blue tombstones.
At noon, an announcement went over the intercom that all but essential work duties would be canceled after third lunch so everyone could have the afternoon to get ready. The days had been dry for the last week and the temperature was expected to be in the low 20's, so Vera decided to have the party outside in the yard. She organized a crew to hang lights and streamers and put up tables. And the women hung paper witches and black cats they had made in the arts and crafts class.
Vera was called at 1:00 p.m. and was told that there was a delivery for her. She went to the loading area to find a large white truck unloading racks and racks of costumes.
"Wait a minute!" She ordered. "I didn't order this! This is NOT in our budget! Who placed this order? We can't keep these!"
"Here's the invoice, ma'am," the young man handed her a three-part order form. "It's all set. Paid and delivered. If you'll just sign on the line where you received them, I'll be back tomorrow to pick them up." He held out a Bic pen and clicked it three times.
Vera looked at the signature at the bottom of the invoice and shook her head. "Why that…!" She looked up at the young man, who held out the pen towards her. She shook her head and took the pen from him. "Thank you," she said as she signed next to Franky's name and then gave him back the pen. He clicked the pen three times and put it back into his shirt pocket and she stepped aside while he finished unloading.
She looked at Officer Murphy and frowned. "Get a team down here, please, Miss Murphy. Every one of these costumes must be checked for contraband before they can be distributed." Brenda sighed and pulled her radio off her belt. "Bloody hell," she whispered as she ordered every available guard to come help her.
As they started rolling the racks into the visitor's center so they could spread out, Vera noticed a black garment bag with a red tag. She looked at the tag and then unzipped the bag, smiling as she saw the costumes inside. She pulled the garment bag off the rack and draped it over her arm and as she left the loading area, she stopped Miss Miles.
"Linda, would you bring Maxine Conway to my office, please?"
"Yes, Governor."
Late in the afternoon, Allie put the finishing touches on the last cake and handed it to a waiting guard, who took it to the yard. She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and then wiped blue icing off her hands as she rushed to the cafeteria, hoping that all of the costumes hadn't been taken. She was crushed to find that most of the racks were empty and there were only a few odds and ends left.
She pulled a costume off the rack. She put the long, pink ears on her head and looked at her reflection in the metal refrigerator. There was more of her teal uniform showing than the pink fur in the bunny bikini. "I'll save that for the bunnymoon." She said as she put it back on the rack. She ran her hand over several other costumes as she read the tags: Elsa from Frozen, Yogi the Bear, Striped Prisoner, Nun, a child-sized Dalmation Puppy, and an Amazon Warrior. Allie stopped to look at that one and ran her thumb over the ornate headband. "I wonder if Bea would like that one?" But then she noticed how short the skirt was, and that the top was only a leather bikini. "Nah, she'd never wear that. Too skimpy."
She turned as Boomer and Maxine stormed in.
"See! I knew there'd be nuthin' left when we got here." Boomer complained. "All the best cossies are gone and nuthin's gonna fit my fat arse! Why'd they have to ask me to help them move tables?!"
"Now, we'll find you something, Boomer," Maxine assured her. "And everyone has been helping today. I even saw the Governor and Officer Ford working on the music system."
"Yeah, but there's nuthin' left now…" Boomer stopped mid-sentence and put her hand out slowly. Reverently, she removed a costume from the rack and held it up.
Maxine and Allie looked at each other and then looked at Boomer. "Boomer?" Maxine asked. "Are you alright?"
Boomer nodded, not able to keep her eyes off the costume. "This one."
Maxine tilted her head. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Boomer whispered. "I'm sure."
They turned as Mel rolled in and let out a string of curses. "I bet the damn thing's empty, of course!"
Maxine and Allie watched as Boomer focused on helping Mel find a costume, her own costume safely tucked under her arm.
Allie sighed. "I guess I'll just paint some whiskers or something."
Maxine looked at her and smiled. "Oh! I already have YOUR costume." Then she laughed as she wiped some blue icing from Allie's cheek.
"What?!" Allie asked, surprised.
"Yes. It came especially for you. The Governor said it was from Franky."
"Franky? Why would she do that?"
Maxine grabbed her hand and they walked back to H Block. "Come on. I'll show you." And they left as Boomer suggested the Elsa costume and they heard another string of curses from Mel.
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Bea let out her own string of curses as the prison van bounced over a pothole. She was tired, frustrated and her head still hurt despite the pain pills they gave her at the hospital. Nurse Radcliff had requested an emergency CT scan when Bea complained of a headache and admitted that she had them constantly since her attack by Juice that left her with a concussion and Mel in a wheelchair.
She asked that no one know where she was going and she was quietly taken to the hospital, where they waited and waited and waited. Prisoners didn't get priority, even ones with possible brain trauma. Now, it was dinnertime and she was getting hungry too.
When the prison van got back to Wentworth, Vera met them outside. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired. Hungry. I just want to eat something and go to bed."
Vera led her inside to the examination room. "Well, that's unfortunate. The party is tonight and I think you'll want to go."
"Nah. I'm not really into parties," Bea said as she started to undress.
"Well, I think you will be interested in attending this one," Vera said as the guard examined Bea for contraband that all of them were sure wasn't there. "Thank you, Miss Webb. That will be all." Peta nodded and left them alone in the room. "Did they tell you anything after the CT scan?"
"Not really. Only to stop getting hit on the head," she said with a smirk that made Vera smile. "And then they gave me a prescription for pain meds. They faxed that to Nurse Radcliff."
Bea started to re-dress herself but when she reached for her teal sweatpants, Vera stopped her and pointed to a black bag hanging on the back of the door.
"What's that," the prison top dog asked.
"Your costume for tonight."
"Governor, I'm not really one for Catwoman costumes."
"Oh, I think you'll like this one. Try it on," Vera urged her.
Bea walked over to the door in her white, prison-issue undies and bra, and unzipped the long garment bag. When she saw what was inside, she turned to look at Vera. "What? How?"
"Franky," Vera answered. "She sent over a whole truckload for the inmates. And she requested that you specifically got this one."
Bea smiled and removed the soft, white shirt from the bag. Fifteen minutes later, she was fully dressed and the fatigue had been exchanged for excitement.
The evening was perfect. Stars twinkled in the sky. Tiny white lights made the yard glow softly and a string of Christmas lights boxed off the basketball court as the dance area. There were games in one corner. Tables filled with snacks and sweets lined the wall. And a big bowl of punch with large chunks of rainbow sherbet stood in the center of the yard. It was the biggest gathering of the prisoners since the riot and Vera prayed that it would go off without anyone getting killed. She also had every prison guard working just to be sure.
Bea walked beside Vera as they went down the corridor and into the festive yard. Disco music played but no one was dancing. Vera patted Bea on the back as she headed toward a group of guards near the outer gate and Bea smiled at her and said: "thank you." As she reached the punch bowl, Liz and Doreen joined her. Liz was dressed as Charlie Chapman and Doreen was in a slinky black leotard and had made leopard ears and tail.
"Bea! Look at you!" Liz exclaimed. "Don't you look gorgeous!"
Bea looked down at her costume. "You think?"
"Sure," both Liz and Dors answered.
"You're the handsomest pirate I've ever seen," Doreen said. "Well… you know what I mean."
"Yeah, it's okay," Bea reassured her.
Bea was dressed in black pants and knee-high boots that folded over at the top. A white tunic with a stiff high collar was laced across her chest but it was so open that it barely covered her cleavage. And a wide black belt was loosely draped on her hips. A dark red velvet military jacket covered the shirt that matched her newly-dyed red curls. She had tried on the three-pointed hat but when it came down over her ears, Vera gave her a black cloth napkin that she tied around her forehead. Miss Miles gave her a small, colorful parrot that dangled on a chain from her ear.
Boomer came over pushing Mel and Bea nearly busted out laughing. Boomer was dressed in a Yogi Bear costume and Mel, dressed as a Dalmatian, was holding Yogi's head since Boomer wasn't allowed to wear it.
"Oi, Bea, you scrub up well," she said as they joined the group. "I like those boots. You reckon I could have them after the party?"
"No, Boomer. They'd be too small. But I can give you the box." Boomer laughed and everyone joined in.
"You really do look great, Bea," Liz added.
"Thanks," the top dog mumbled. The attention was getting to her so she turned and poured herself a ladle-full of punch. She drank two cups before she realized Maxine was standing next to her. She smiled at the tall woman who was dressed in what could only be a fairy godmother costume. Maxine laughed and bopped her on the head with her glitter covered star-wand, sprinkling glitter on her hair and over her shoulders.
"Haha! Are you my fairy godmother now, Maxine?" Bea laughed.
"No, I'm hers," she said as she turned toward the door. "Bippity boppity boo," she heard Maxine whisper.
Allie looked around until the group in the center parted and she saw her lover in the rich red velvet jacket, sailor's boots, and her hair fiery red. This was the picture in her head when she wrote her stories – the Red Queen – and she was immobilized. She watched as Bea turned toward her and she could see that her lover was equally affected by what SHE was seeing and it made Allie blush a bright shade of pink.
When Bea saw the woman she loved dressed like Cinderella, all the special effects she saw in the movies happened. Everyone disappeared. Everything was blurry except the woman standing across the yard. She felt light-headed and she pleaded with herself not to pass out. Maxine put a steadying hand on her back and then gave her a gentle push toward the angel waiting for her.
As Bea walked toward her partner, everything stopped. Kaz and the girls stopped their game of Pin the Penis on Fev. Vera stopped talking to the guards. All the groups of women scattered around the year stopped talking. Even Joan looked up from the shadows.
When Bea was within arm's reach, she put out her hand. Allie gently placed a trembling hand and Bea leaned down and kissed it softly.
"Hi," was all Bea could manage as she looked with wide eyes at the beautiful woman in front of her. She never imagined loving a woman this much – loving ANYONE this much. Allie could feel her hand trembling too. "You look… beautiful," Bea's graveled voice cracked with emotion.
Allie reached up with her other hand and twirled a strand of red hair that cascaded on Bea's shoulders. "You dyed your hair." Bea nodded silently. "Then will you tie this for me?" she asked as she pulled out a red ribbon from the pocket of her light blue gown. Bea took it and tied it around the wrist of Allie's outstretched hand.
"Would you pash her already! I want some cake," Boomer shouted at them and wave of laughter flowed through the watching crowd.
Bea flushed with embarrassment but she couldn't move. So Allie reached up and slipped a hand between her red hair and long, thin neck, and pulled Bea into a soft, slow kiss. When she pulled away, she smiled at the look on Bea's face: one of love, shock, and desire. No one ever looked at her that way and it made her knees weak.
Bea put her arm out and Allie let her guide them to the waiting group.
"Like a fairytale," Liz said dreamily. "How did you two manage to do that?"
"Franky," they said in unison.
"Well, that was right nice of her!" She looked up as Kaz and the other members of the Red Right Hand joined the group. "Don't you all look smart," she said. "Though I've never green Dalmatians."
"They're teal," Allie and Bea answered and then smiled at each other.
The women of the Red Right Hand were all dressed in their teal sweatsuits and they had added black paper spots.
"Well, were a team," Kaz replied. "And since Mel is a Dalmation, we thought we'd all be Dalmations."
"Good on'ya." "That was right nice." The H-1 family praised their allies.
"That was really sweet, Kaz," Allie said to her.
"We made some dots for you but we couldn't find you," Kaz answered as she held out a handful of differently-sized black dots.
"I've been in that kitchen making cakes all day! But I'll take some."
"Really?" Kaz asked.
"Sure!" Allie smiled at her and Kaz hoped it was dark enough that no one saw her blush.
"I want one," Boomer added.
"Me too," they all answered and soon all of the dots were distributed to the H-1 women as well.
Mel looked up at the space where she had heard Kaz. "Thank you," she said weakly.
Kaz put a hand on her cheek. "You're warm. Are you okay?"
Mel nodded and Boomer grabbed the handles of the wheelchair. "She just needs some cake," she said as they rolled off to the table of brightly-colored cakes.
"Try the one with the purple spider webs! It's strawberry!" Allie shouted after them.
"Ooh, strawberry?" Bea's eyes twinkled.
Allie laughed. "Come on," she whispered into Bea's ear. "I made a chocolate one with strawberry jam filling just for you." Bea looked like she was about to swoon again and Allie laughed as she pulled her towards the table.
Maxine watched as the women walked away and smiled. She jumped when Vera picked up a paper cup and ladled some of the fruit punch into it. "Thank you for this," Max said sweetly.
"Don't thank me. It was all Franky's doing."
"Yeah, but you could have refused the costumes. I know you had all the guards check them instead of sending them back."
"Well," Vera took a drink of the punch and grimaced. "I think we all needed some fun after everything that's happened. And maybe a little romance," she added as she looked off into the distance. She looked at the chunk of sherbet floating in her cup. "This is missing something."
"A bottle of vodka, perhaps?" Maxine suggested.
Vera laughed and shook her head. "The music. It's too low." She walked over to the table where the tall, bald guard, PJ Ford, was playing old disco records on an even older turntable.
When the music got louder, Maxine grabbed Doreen with one hand and Liz with the other. "Let's get this party started!" she shouted and led them to the dance floor.
PJ found the old movie soundtrack for Saturday Night Fever and he left the album playing and went to get a piece of cake and some of the punch, patting his pocket to make sure he had remembered the thin flask.
When the horns started playing, Allie jumped and clapped her hands. She started singing along and Bea put down her cake plate and clapped.
"Girl, to be with you is my favorite thing. I can't wait 'til I see you again. Yeah, Yeah. Uh huh. I wanna put on my my my boogie shoes," Allie sang in a voice that was more enthusiastic than in tone. She curled her finger at Bea and walked backward toward the basketball court, compelling Bea to join her. Bea laughed and followed her, dancing her way to the cement court. They sang and danced together, surrounded by their friends and the smiling guards.
Boomer stood beside Mel's wheelchair, dancing along to the music. She looked down when she felt Mel's hand touch hers.
"Hey, Booms, would you mind taking me back to the unit?" the small woman asked.
"You sure? The party is just getting started," she asked and wiggled her Yogi Bear hips.
"You could come right back if you want."
Boomer looked unsure about that. It didn't seem right to leave Mel alone while everyone else was at the party.
"Nah, it's all good. Come on," she grabbed the handles and spun her around. "I'll take you home."
Boomer pushed Mel over to the door and was stopped by Officer Webb. "Where are you two going?" she asked grumpily.
"I'm tired, Miss Webb. Is it okay if Boomer takes me back?"
"Okay. But you come right back, Boomer. Okay?"
"Sure, Miss Webb. Thanks. Ta!"
Peta opened the door for them and watched as Boomer pushed Mel down the hallway, her hips wiggling to the disco music. She smiled and shook her head as she listened to Boomer sing along. "Whew! I just wanna put on my my my boogie shoes and boogie with you."
When they got to the unit, Boomer started to push her toward her cell. "Do you want a cuppa or a biscuit?"
"Could we just sit for a bit? I'm really tired."
"Sure." Boomer pushed her over to the couch and when she realized Mel was too weak to lift herself out of the wheelchair, she began to get worried. "Should I call the nurse?"
"No. No. Please don't. I'll be alright. Can you just sit here with me?"
Boomer looked around for a guard to ask if she could stay but there was none nearby. "Sh…sure." She finally decided and transferred Mel from the chair to the couch. She sat down next to Mel, who leaned on her shoulder. "You know I'm not a lezzo, right?"
Mel punched her in the gut. "I know you're not gay, ya dickhead."
"Oh. Okay."
Mel found her hand and squeezed it. "But thank you for being my friend. I'm really glad we became allies and I didn't have to bash you."
Boomer looked down at the top of her head and smirked. "Yeah, right!" she said. Then she stopped and put her cheek on the girl's head. "I'm glad you didn't have to bash me too. I wouldn't want bruises on me knees." Her body shook with silent laughter when she got another punch in her stomach. "Keep trying, Mini Me. Ya might hurt me one day."
"Ha. Mini Me. Love it," Mel whispered and smiled as she drifted off. Boomer sat beside her, holding her hand, as the sleeping girl leaned against her and slept. After a while, silent tears began to fall when she realized that the girl's soft breathing had stopped.
"When you rise in the morning sun, and I feel you touch me in the pouring rain, and the moment that you wander far from me, I want to feel you in my arms again."
Bea reached out and pulled the blond woman to her and Allie fell into her embrace. The two women swayed to the music, not really dancing, just holding each other. Bea pushed the hair away from Allie's ear. "I've missed you so much."
"I love you." "I love you." They said together.
As the song ended, blue eyes, nearly purple in the dark, starlit evening, looked into chocolate brown eyes. "Take me home."
A soft smile answered her.
They walked hand-in-hand toward the door and Bea silently told Maxine that they were going back to the unit. Maxine smiled, nodded and gave her top dog a wink. Bea's smiling eyes spoke of love and Maxine's heart filled with joy. "At least she has this," the tall woman thought. "She deserves to be loved after it all."
As the lovers reached the door, Officer Webb put out a hand to stop them but a silent wave from Vera stopped her and she opened the door for them. They walked down the empty corridor, music softly thumping through the cement walls. Allie draped an arm over Bea's shoulder and kissed her ear. Bea wrapped an arm around Allie's waist and the two women walked together to H-1.
When they got to the gate, Bea stopped. "What now?" she wondered. Allie took Bea's hand and guided her toward the cell on the right side: Bea's cell, their cell. As the door closed behind them, Bea looked at the things that had been returned to their places on the shelves.
"Can I come home?" Allie asked.
"Can you…?" Bea turned to face her lover. "In here…" she tapped her heart "…you never left." Then she reached up and softly pulled Allie to her and let her kiss say so much more than she could.
As their kiss continued, Allie gently pushed the black bandana off of Bea's head and dropped it on the floor. She ran her hands through the red hair and then she ran her hands down the front of the red velvet jacket, touching tender places that made Bea moan and deepen her kiss. Allie's hands slid inside the jacket and caressed her lover's back, pulling her in closer. Bea wrapped her arms around the taller woman's neck and the two lovers reveled in just kissing and holding each other.
When Allie's leg shifted and slid between Bea's, the older woman moaned again. Allie's tongue explored and she kissed her lover's neck. And when her warm breath hit Bea's ear, Bea let out a low growl and wrapped her fingers in Allie's blond hair.
Allie let her hands drop down onto the roundness of Bea's hips and she hummed softly as they swayed together, their hips moving slowly side to side, their bodies craving to be touched. As Allie's lips found Bea's again, a shot of electricity traveled from Bea's mouth down to her legs and a fire grew inside her. She wanted! She wanted to touch and be touched! She wanted to explore her lover's soft skin. She wanted to kiss all the places that made Allie moan and rise to her. She wanted to bring Allie to the edge of the waterfall and join her inside and out as they soared over the edge.
Bea took a small step back to look at her lover and when Allie's eyes questioned her, she smiled. Bea reached up and touched her soft cheeks and lightly kissed Allie's bottom lip. Then she moved around so she could stand behind Allie, trailing a hand over Allie's sensitive breast. As Bea unzipped the long blue dress, Allie reached behind her, wanting to touch as much as be touched. Bea pushed the dress off of Allie's shoulders and as the dress fell to the floor, she slowly kissed along her spine.
Allie turned inside Bea's arms and stepped out of the dress, leaving herself standing there in front of her lover in only her soft pink underclothes. Then she reached up and pushed the velvet jacket off of Bea's shoulders and put both of the beautiful garments on Bea's desk. She looked at Bea and smiled mischievously. The opening of the white shirt was cut so low that she could see the creases of Bea's stomach muscles. Bea wasn't wearing a bra and Allie ran her hand from Bea's neck down between Bea's breasts until she reached cloth. She knew by instinct that just below the opening of the shirt was Bea's belly button and the long red scar from Ferguson's attack and the surgeries that repaired broken parts and saved her life. Allie leaned in and kissed the place between her breasts as she unbuttoned the five buttons on the front of the black pants. She gently pushed Bea down onto the bed and kneeled down to remove the tall boots. And with Allie there between her knees, Bea softly caressed Allie's cheeks and pulled her into another kiss.
Allie slid her hands inside the back of the black pants and squeezed as she pulled Bea toward her. Bea reached up and unclasped Allie's pink bra and caressed her back as they continued kissing. As the air between them continued to get hotter, Bea stood up and pulled Allie with her. Allie's underclothes were pushed off and dropped to the floor. And Allie pulled the long white shirt over Bea's head and dropped it on the floor. Then she pushed the black pants and white undies down together and Bea stepped out of them and pushed them aside with her foot.
As the two lovers stood face-to-face and open to each other for the first time in many weeks, so many mixed feelings came over Bea: a heated desire, the constant question of would she be able to please her lover, gratitude for the Force who thought she deserved to be loved like this, and reminder that moments like this were fleeting – out there in the real world, yes – but especially here in Wentworth and she should make every moment she had with Allie count. As she pulled Allie back onto the bed with her, it was this thought that freed her to make love to the woman who loved her.
Vera yawned as she returned to her office. The party had been a success – no one had died. The women were headed back to their units for the final evening count and the costumes were being collected. She pulled her cell phone out of her desk drawer and scrolled through her contact list until she got to Bridget's name. She couldn't call Franky directly to say thank you but she knew where to find her.
Bridget answered the phone breathlessly as if she had been laughing. "Hi! How'd it go?"
"I have to say it was the best night of my career," Vera answered.
"That's great!" Vera heard Bridget laugh at something Franky was doing in the background. "Franky! Give me that back!"
"Come and get it, ya minx!" she heard the former prisoner reply.
Vera heard Shayne's deep voice in the background but couldn't make out what he was saying.
"Sorry, Vera," Bridget said to the phone. "Would you mind holding for a second?"
"No. No. It's okay," she answered.
"Hey, Gidget, Shayne needs to go to work. Where are the keys to the Porsche? You're parked behind him."
"They're in the bowl by the door."
"Hey! Give those back, ya wanker!" Franky shouted.
"It's okay, Franky. He can move it."
"Nah! He grinds the gears. I'll get him." Vera could hear Franky shout from outside.
She heard the car start and then the sound of the explosion blasted through the phone.
"BRIDGET!" Vera shouted at her phone. "BRIDGET!" But there was no sound from the other end. She continued shouting Bridget's name as she grabbed her desk phone and dialed 000.