Suzanne liked her job cleaning the floor of the prison. It was busy work and she knew that as long as she was busy, it would keep the thoughts that sometimes crept into the back of her head from bothering her. She had other things to distract her when the work wasn't enough.

When she cleaned the cafeteria after breakfast she could sometimes get a preview of what Red was cooking up for lunch that day. Most of the times she was right when the delicious smells filled her nostrils. But sometimes she made silly mistakes, like the time she guessed pizza but it was spaghetti day. She had gotten a weird look from Yoga Jones when she got so frustrated with herself and smacked her own head. Wednesday was always spaghetti day! She knew that!

But today was a Tuesday and Red changed up the lunch menu on Tuesdays. So when Suzanne was cleaning the cafeteria after breakfast she knew she wouldn't have an easy guess today. No she wouldn't.

But there was no smell coming from Red's kitchen yet and Suzanne felt herself fill with disappointment. All she could smell was the stale scent of watered down bleach as her mop slipped and slopped against the tile.

It was no matter. The floors had to be cleaned whether Red was cooking or not and Suzanne never failed to do her job. Not even once. That's why the guards never bothered her or hassled her while she worked. They asked her to clean the tables and they'd be the shiniest tables they had ever seen.

She's had to think of other things to distract her today.

Dandelion.

It was the first thing she thought the moment she laid eyes on the new prisoner with the beautiful golden hair. She was a beauty so pure and gentle, just like a flower.

Suzanne could see the way her eyes shot around from side to side. Her eyes followed the source of any movement until she saw it was no longer a threat. Dandelion was scared. Like a flower she was so easily crushed, so easily stomped upon by a careless foot. And once that happened her beauty would be forever lost. Her pedals would be bent and broken and Dandelion would never be the same again.

She wasn't like one of those flowers that could protect itself with sharpened edges like a cactus or by trapping you between it's teeth like that plant that eats things. She wasn't even a rose with its stem of thorns. She was a dandelion. She was her dandelion and she was going to protect her, guard her and make sure no one stomped on her.

"I don't think you understand!"

Suzanne froze at the sound of Red's voice from the kitchen. She hadn't realized that anyone was even in there. She had assumed that since no one was cooking that Red was back at her bunk or in the Rec Hall. The kitchen had been so quiet. Had her whole team been working quiet as mice this whole time?

"Its Chapman, Red." A different voice responded, its volume matching Red's.

"Its not the same Chapman that we know." Suzanne heard Red continue. She could sense something strange in Red's voice. It was a tone Suzanne had never heard come from Red's mouth before. "This place changes people, you and I both know that. We've seen it!" Her last words came out as a hiss.

"But...its...Chapman." She heard Nicky respond again. "Chapman wouldn't hurt a fly." Nicky tried to laugh and play it off as a joke but even Suzanne could hear the uncertainty in it.

There was a mutter, Suzanne couldn't make out what was said but it drew another outburst from Nicky. "That was different. She attacked her."

There was silence again. This time Suzanne saw Nicky marching out of the kitchen and pushing through the doors. She followed her path and looked back into the dark kitchen where she saw Red standing with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes moved from the cafeteria door, still swaying on its hinges from Nicky's exit. Suzanne and Red locked eyes for a moment. It made Suzanne jump before she went back to scrubbing her floor and doing her job like she was supposed to.

Suzanne didn't know what went wrong and why dandelion rejected her advances. She loved her dandelion, why couldn't she see that? She wanted to protect her and dandelion kept saying no. When she put in for the transfer to Dandelion's bunk she pictured a life together, stealing cuddles and maybe a little bit more after every count and underneath the walls away from the view of the guards. But she had been rejected.

She knew what she did in response was wrong, she knew that relieving herself on the floor of Dandelion's bunk was no way to win her back but she had just been so hurt and upset she didn't know what to do.

If Dandelion didn't want to be with her, then no one was going to be around to protect her. And part of her knew she should have been worried about her. Part of her knew that if no one was around to protect her precious flower that she could get into trouble, that she could get broken or ruined forever but Suzanne was just so hurt she couldn't bring herself to care anymore.

She knew that everything she had done was wrong in so many ways.

But she just couldn't bring herself to care, not when she was hurting so much.

Suzanne's legs were tired and her arms were sore from scrubbing all day but it felt good. That's when she knew she had done a good job and had worked very very hard. And it felt good to drop her bucket and mop off at the broom closet in the back hallway.

This hallway was off the main passage and minus the few passing guards and lost inmates she had rarely seen anyone come down here. That's why she was so surprised to find Dandelion standing next to her mop when she turned around to grab it.

"Hey, Suzanne." Dandelion's voice had always tasted like candy. But for some reason something seemed off. Maybe it was because she was so used to Dandelion asking for something from her. Maybe it was because Dandelion's interactions usually started with a friendly greeting and ended with a huge favor that might or might not end with Suzanne spending a few weeks in the SHU. And Just by the smile on her Dandelion's face she knew that she was up to something mischievous.

"You look like you've been working hard." Dandelion said. She grabbed the mop that was leaning against the wall behind her and handed it to Suzanne. "You always do such a great job keeping this place spotless."

Suzanne turned away hoping Dandelion wouldn't notice the smile growing on her lips and fiddled with the mop for a second as she placed it in the closet. She didn't lean it the right way and it fell with a clack back onto the hallway floor. Suzanne's face flushed with embarrassment. She tried to avoid Dandelion's eyes as she rushed to pick up the mop.

Their hands met at the same spot on the handle. She saw lean fingers encase her own own. They felt soft, and smooth. She hoped Dandelion didn't notice how dried and cracked her own skin had become from the years of working with harsh prison cleaners. Dandelion's hand lingered even after they had both lifted up the mop. She met Dandelion's eyes with a shy smile and received a smirk back.

Dandelion took a step forward and suddenly the smell of Dandelion overtook her. She was closer now and Suzanne could see how much her features had changed in the month she had spend in the SHU. Her shoulders looked wider and stronger now, Dandelion seemed to stand a couple inches taller. Most flowers shrivel in the darkness but Dandelion seemed to grow, she seemed to bloom. She had gone into the SHU a Dandelion but she came out something completely different. She wasn't a fragile flower anymore. Even just standing in front of Suzanne now she could see that she was a vision of strength, a vision of power, of vision of something most people in this prison could fear.

But if she looked hard enough she could she still see her Dandelion.

Piper pushed up off the wall, hand still encased around Suzanne's hand and the mop handle and she pulled Suzanne into the darkness of the tiny broom closet. The door slammed shut behind them and they were enveloped by darkness.

Suzanne let out a breath of nervous laughter but that was all she could get out before she felt lips crashing against her own, taking the rest of her breath with her. Even in the lips she could feel a change in strength. It was nothing like what she imagined when she thought of kissing a flower. She expected gentle, sweet and delicious but this was rough, hard and as nails scratched up under her shirt she realized it even hurt a little bit.

Suzanne's hands moved up the stranger's back in the dark and she found smooth hair. She knew this was the same golden hair she remembered from that first day in the cafeteria. Suddenly just as a tongue burst past her lips and into her mouth and she was overcome with the desire. She pushed back against the mouth and the body, crashing Dandelion against the wall, sending brooms, mops and whatever else they kept in this closet crashing to the floor.

Suzanne pulled back to give an apology but Dandelion's lips swallowed her own before she could get out a response.

"Don't be." Was all that was muttered against her lips as Dandelion returned the favor and slammed her back against the opposing wall, sending more buckets and mops flying. It knocked the air out of Suzanne's lungs for a moment and she felt a broom handle dig into her hips, she knew she was going to have a bruise in the morning but she didn't care. She had wanted Dandelion for so long and now she had her. She wasn't going to risk stopping this. No matter how much it hurt.

She felt a hand cup tightly around her wrist between rough kisses. It slowly guided her to a firm hip and slowly moved her tentative hand to the elastic waist band of Dandelion's uniform pants. Suzanne felt her body freeze. She had never thought she'd get here, she had never thought this would happen.

The Dandelion pushed her through the elastic band of the pants and into her underwear. This isn't how Suzanne pictured it. She pictured candles, caring caresses, a nice comfortable bed, she knew she was in prison and most of these things would be hard to come by but they could have made it work. They could have done something, anything better then this broom closet.

All thoughts of love and happiness rush from her as soon as she feels the wetness between Piper's legs. She feels the arousal pooling in the pit of her stomach. She wants her and now she doesn't care how she gets her.

This broom closet will have to do.

She pushes back against Piper throwing her against the wall and feels all the air escape from Piper's lungs. Suzanne can feel the smirk in Piper's lips as she leans in for another hasty kiss.

The hand moves from Suzanne's wrist to steady on Suzanne's back as she moves her fingers slowly along the wet folds. She can hear the gasps of pleasure in each pass. She's gentle, slow, savoring every moment, enjoying every touch when she hears a Piper whisper in her ear. Her breath was hot and ragged, Suzanne was so caught up in the moment that Piper had to repeat herself several times before she finally heard what was actually said.

"Inside." By now Piper's tone was frustrated and Suzanne could detect a hint of anger there.

Piper laid herself on the ground, on top of all the buckets and mops and pulled Suzanne on top of her. It was an awkward position in such a small space but once Piper's legs wrap around Suzanne's back it isn't so bad. A hand guided Suzanne's lower and Suzanne did the rest, plunging two fingers inside. Piper's back arched and a moan of pleasure escaped her. The volume made Suzanne glance around nervously, she was just waiting for a guard to burst in and ruin the moment.

When no one came through the door she continued to push deeper into Piper, in and out, slowly. Her hips and body flowed to the same rhythm as Piper's back arched. Piper's hands grasped at her, her nails digging painfully into Suzanne's back. She let out a little whimper of pain but ignored it. If its what Dandelion needed right now, it's what she was going to get.

"More." Piper said.

Suzanne was confused at first until she commanded her again. "More!" Piper demanded.

Suzanne added another finger this time and pushed deeper into Piper. Piper's moan sounded like such a mixture of pain and pleasure that it made Suzanne freeze. She didn't want to hurt Dandelion.

But Piper squeezed her back, Piper's nails digging into Suzanne's bad again. "Don't stop." She said.

Suzanne continued her strokes, she ignored Piper's moans of pain and she plunged deeper and deeper moving faster and faster inside of Piper. She tried to slow her movements but part of her knew this wouldn't last, no matter how hard she tried to prolong it. Not with the way Piper's hips moved against her strokes.

Piper's back was arching further and further. Her legs shivering under the pressure and a loud moan burst through Piper's lips. Suzanne covered Piper's mouth with her free hand to stuffle the sound.

As she came down Piper let out a few ragged breaths. Suzanne leaned into Piper to steady her, cuddling up against her as she had wanted to all along. Put Piper reacted angrily, throwing Suzanne off her. Suzanne fell back into the corner, the handle of a broom digging hard into the small of her back.

Piper was on her feet and out the door before Suzanne could even react.

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