[Authors note: First of all, the amount of love I got for this fic was pleasantly overwhelming. I am so grateful and I will try my best to keep y'all entertained. That being said, I decided to work with a timeline, constantly switching between the litchfield days and the present until they both collide and I will take it from there. The reviews were very motivating so please do keep showing your love and hey share ideas or what you hope to see. Enjoy!]
Litchfield, May 12, 2013
"Vause!," Nicky called out when she saw her tall friend in the cafeteria, searching for a place to sit. Alex immediately recognized the raspy loud voice. "Oh, Nicky," she chuckled when she saw the shorter woman run towards her, only to be stopped by officer Bell.
"No running, Nichols," Bell warned sternly. "Sorry, sorry," Nicky apologized, slowing down.
When Nicky finally got to the table Alex picked out, she sported a wicked smirk. "Why are you in such a good mood, Nichols?," Alex asked. To which Nicky answered "Welllll...I don't know if you forgot but today is the day some new fresh faces will arrive."
Nicky always loved the sight of new faces in orange uniforms climbing out of the white prison van. Sure, there weren't always hotties in the van, but even in that case Nicky would pursue the least appalling one.
It's not because having sex with the same inmates gets repetitive but because she wants to expand her list of girls she's fucked so she can journal about them in her "fuckbook."
That fuckbook had been her anchor since her arrival at Litchfield, it used to be a distraction, she would list the most fuckable babes in the prison and whenever she managed to fuck a listed pussy, she would put a small check mark next to their names. What started as a fun little fuckgame turned into a crucial part of her daily life. The concept is still the same, but it had been expanded to drawings, description of the body, funny/noticable traits of the sex.
It was not an addiction, Nicky thought of it more as a hobby. Better pussy than smack.. Nicky thought as she played around with her cold eggs.
"Earth to Nichols," Alex called, waving her hand in front of Nicky's face.
"Huh", Nicky said snapping out of her thoughts.
"Ah yes, good morning Nichols," Alex said sarcastically. "So, as I was saying, I am so ready to let Sylvie go, and you probably are dying to add new names to your mysterious little book," Alex mused while Nicky flipped her off with a smirk.
"Let's check the newbies out, they should be here, by lunchtime," Alex continued but Nicky already lost interest at what her dark haired friend was saying when she spotted the prison bus arriving earlier than expected outside, through the window.
"They're here!," Boo shouted and everyone left their tray to run towards the windows.
It wasn't that everyone wanted some new pussy, some were interested in new stories to hear, new members of tribes. Red, Mendoza and miss Claudette had the best spots at the window for the latter. Chang didn't care too much about the tribe thing, never did. She loved everybody.
Alex casually joined Nicky, in her cool Alex fashion to not seem too desperate and to hide her excitement.
Nicky was less subtle, her face glued to the window, not caring that she probably looked like a creep to their new fellow inmates. She first saw a tanned Latina, with some blonde bits in her hair. Not bad, I bet her full lips will be interesting. Nicky thought, letting the scene play out in her head.
The next girl was a african american young woman, with a shaved head and a "too-cool-for-school" attitude. Nicky thought of her as a potential girl she can hang with.
"So far not so bad right, Vause?". Alex felt frozen, she felt her mouth become dry and her jaw fell just slightly, only when Nicky noticed she stopped blinking, she called her friend again, worrying slightly.
"Vause?" Alex knew that Nicky was calling her, but she honestly couldn't move, everything became background. She has never experienced this before. She couldn't keep her eyes off of the third inmate stepping out of the van.
Was it the soft blonde hair or the warm blue eyes, or maybe it was the way she offered the tinier girl next to her a helping hand, getting out of the van.
When the blonde looked around, carefully studying her new environment, she looked as if she was disgusted. I know, girl. This place is an hell hole, and you must be a goddamn fallen angel. Alex thought, mentally slapping herself because this wasn't what Alex fucking Vause does.
Alex always thought of herself as a female James Dean, she was always smooth and didn't show affection or any other emotions that would indicate that she liked someone. It wasn't that she was cold hearted but she was just very selective in who she lets into her heart.
But this isn't a James Dean movie, this felt more like a cartoon and Alex was the hopelessly romantic fool with huge throbbing heart eyes and a drooling face.
"Holy Mary, fuck my ass," she hears Nicky swear quietly, snapping her out of her thoughts. Alex followed the direction Nicky's eyes were directed at.
It was the tinier brunette that had trouble getting out of the van. She also noticed that her mysterious blonde and Nicky's tiny girl were now staring back at them.
Nicky was now locking eyes with the red lipped woman. Who the fuck wears lipstick in prison? Nicky thought while grinning like an idiot now. The girl was now smiling and shrugged her shoulders slightly as a way of saying "Wow, I guess I really am in prison now, huh." Nicky responded with a sympathetic tight lipped nod as a confirmation.
She then saw a blonde whispering into the tiny hottie's ear and saw her laugh.
Two things were occupying Nicky's mind now. The first thing was That blonde is one lucky bastard because she is standing so close to that beauty, I bet she can even smell her smell. Nicky thought, as a pang of jealousy washed over her.
And the second thing was "Wow what a beautiful sight," and right there and then, Nicky made a mental promise to herself to make that tiny stranger laugh as much as she possibly can.
The girl was now looking directly at Nicky again, but this time longer and less out of curiosity and more out of amusement.
Nicky, who had trouble wiping her dumb grin off her face, waved at the girl, regretting it almost instantly because she must have looked like an overly enthusiastic school girl.
It seemed that the younger woman noticed Nicky mentally slapping herself, so in return she waved back, wiggling her fingers doing so as a way of saying "It's fine, don't worry."
When a few other women got out and joined the orange group, officer Bennet ordered them to keep moving, in a friendly way. He even smiled briefly at the Latina that first got out, only to clear his throat after and keep his gaze on the fence.