A/N: It's time to find out what the prison are going to do about West's threat. More sex at the end of this chapter. Sorry! It just happened. I wasn't expecting it but it felt right so … NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK (although this is tame compared to yesterday's).
The weekend was torture. Without work to distract her, Emma had been unable to stop thinking about Regina. Every time they passed each other in the corridor or she saw the brunette in the dining hall, Emma wanted to walk up to her girlfriend and kiss her senseless. But she couldn't. The memory of Thursday night kept her awake into the early hours, her sex throbbing with need. Regina told Emma it was too risky for them to meet again, in case West or one of her thugs spotted them. Or a guard, for that matter. Despite Booth's acceptance, Emma and Regina both knew their relationship was not technically allowed and COs had the power to separate two women who were seen to be overly close.
For once, Emma sighed with relief as the new week arrived. She relished the manual labour and got increasingly annoyed with Boyd who seemed to consider Emma incapable of lifting anything heavier than a pillow case now she was pregnant. On Friday morning she snapped, shouting at the blonde to back off and leave her alone before storming off to the far end of the laundry room.
Emma leaned against the cool wall and sighed. Her hormones had been all over the place recently and her separation from Regina wasn't helping. The brunette had a way of making her feel calm and safe but without being able to spend time with her girlfriend, Emma had been increasingly agitated. She knew she needed to apologise to her friend but wanted a moment to cool off. As she was taking some slow, calming breaths, Arendelle entered and grinned when she spotted Emma.
"Hi," she said, still overly friendly despite her sister giving the couple the cold shoulder whenever possible.
"Hey," said Emma through gritted teeth.
"I've got a message for you from Booth," Arendelle grinned. Did she ever stop smiling?
"What?" Emma asked.
"He wants you to meet him after his shift today. He said to tell you he's heard back from the warden."
"Thanks," Emma mumbled, pushing herself off the wall and walking back towards an inevitably sulking Boyd.
"What did you need to speak to the warden about?" Arendelle called after her.
"None of your business," Emma snapped over her shoulder.
"So it's not just me you're yelling at today?" Boyd said, arching an eyebrow as Emma walked back into view.
"I'm sorry," Emma started. "My hormones are going haywire at the moment. I know that isn't an excuse for shouting at you. You're only looking out for me but I'm honestly fine. Until the doc says otherwise, I'm going to continue working as I have been. I don't feel any back pain yet. I'm barely starting to show," Boyd raised her eyebrows higher. "What? You think I'm showing?" Emma asked panicked.
Boyd laughed at her friend's reaction. "Maybe it's just because I know but, well let's just say you'll struggle to keep it a secret much longer."
"Great," Emma grumbled. "Now I'm fat, angry, and not able to see my girlfriend."
Boyd smiled sympathetically and put an arm around Emma's shoulders. "Come on, let's go and nab the best towels from the wash I just did."
"Come in," Booth's low voice called and Emma turned the handle to enter the familiar office. Stood beside Booth was a small man Emma had never seen before. She faltered in her step before her counsellor smiled encouragingly and gestured for Emma to take her usual seat.
"Miss Swan," Booth said. "This is Warden Gold. He wanted to speak to you personally."
"Nice to meet you," Emma said meekly, stretching out her hand to shake Gold's.
Gold was rather short and wiry, his greying hair hanging limply in a too long cut and he was leaning rather heavily on a cane. His eyes were small, dark and cold and his nose overly pointy. Grey stubble spread across his cheeks and chin, giving him an unkept air despite the expensive suit he was wearing. Emma thought he looked rather impish, and certainly not the authoritative figure one would expect to be in charge of a prison.
"As I told you last week, Mr Gold has seen your complaint and considered his options. He wanted to talk with you personally about your options."
"Indeed Miss Swan," Gold said, his Scottish accent surprising Emma as she turned her attention to him. "I read what Miss West said to you and I have two problems with your complaint. Firstly, the relationship she is threatening is against prison policy." Emma opened her mouth to speak but stopped when Gold held up a hand. "Now I'm not here to discipline you or Miss Mills, although you both need to be aware your behaviour is not allowed inside FCI. However, it would be very difficult for me to do anything even without the other problem because of this relationship."
"What other problem?" Emma asked. This was not sounding promising.
"The lack of evidence," Gold stated. "It is simply hearsay. I have spoken to all of my COs and they in turn have spoken to West, Faery, Feinberg and Trident, all of whom deny the allegations."
"You spoke to them?" Emma said, panicked. "Now they're going to know I snitched. Please Warden Gold, you have to do something to protect me and my baby."
"I'm very sorry Miss Swan, but my hands are tied. I am unable to move any of the four women but I do have another offer for you."
"Go on," Emma said slowly.
"We can transfer you. There's a unit nearby which specialises in pregnant inmates and they have some space. You would have access to more medical attention and the jobs onsite require less manual labour."
"No," Emma said.
"Swan," Booth said kindly, "I really think you should consider this offer."
"I'm not leaving Regina here to fend for herself. And I'm guessing she won't be able to move with me as she's not stupid enough to get herself knocked up."
Gold shook his head. "The offer is only for you," he confirmed.
"Then I'm staying put," Emma said, defiantly. "I'll take my chances."
"Ok," said Gold, nodding slowly. "It's your decision and we do still have a duty of care over both you and your baby so please don't think this means you're on your own. But let me advise you that both Booth and I think this offer is the best option. We have a well trained staff base here but we cannot be everywhere. If West decided to make good on her threat, she will find a way to do so."
"If you think that's even a possibility then why the hell are you keeping her in this prison. She's killed before, what makes you think she won't do it again?"
"My hands are tied," Gold shrugged. "Without solid evidence, I cannot do anything except move the victim and since you're refusing our offer, we're at a deadlock."
Emma sighed. "Ok, I get it," she said, running her hand through her hair. "Thanks anyway." She got up to leave.
"Swan," Booth called after her. "If anything else happens, come straight to me and we'll reopen the case."
Emma nodded and left the room.
"Guess who," Emma husked, placing her hands over Regina's eyes.
A smile spread over the brunette's face as she recognised her girlfriend's voice, touch, and the vague scent of the cherry body wash the younger woman was so fond of. She was lying on her stomach on her bed, her nose deep in an old crime book French had dug up for her.
"Someone who's supposed to be keeping away from me?" Regina teased, reaching up to pull the hands covering her face down and turning over to look into the bright green eyes she'd missed so much.
"I met with Booth just now," Emma said, reaching for Regina's hand. "Come with me and I'll fill you in."
Regina stood from her bed and followed the blonde immediately into the corridor, their hands still clasped.
"So, I'm guessing from the fact that you've not snuck into my room in the dead of night, it's good news?" Regina said, her voice hopeful.
"Not exactly," Emma said through gritted teeth.
"Then why are we holding hands walking down the corridors in broad daylight?" Regina asked, pulling her fingers from Emma's grip.
"Because I can't not be with you for the next four months," Emma said, turning around and pulling Regina into her arms and hugging her tight. The brunette hugged her back, knowing her girlfriend needed the contact but not understanding why.
"Let's get to the chapel and you can fill me in," she whispered in Emma's ear before she pulled away and reached for the blonde's hand once more.
In less than a minute, Regina was pushing the door open. Thirty pairs of eyes turned to look as the door banged open and the couple stood frozen in the doorway. One pair narrowed as they took in the clasped hands.
"Sorry," Emma muttered, "didn't realise you had a service."
The two women backed out quickly and looked at each other, red faced. It had been obvious to every Christian in that room what those two women did in their sacred place.
"Library?" Emma suggested. Regina nodded and they hurried back the way they came, not stopping until they had reached the two comfy chairs at the back and made sure French knew not to disturb them.
"What happened? What did Booth and Gold say? What was that about four months?" Regina asked as soon as they sat down.
"How do you know Gold was there?" Emma asked.
"Because he loves a good bit of gossip about me," Regina spat.
"About you?"
"He always suspected I was dealing drugs in his prison but could never prove it. He hates me," Regina shrugged.
"Making enemies with the warden, smart move."
"Haha," Regina deadpanned. "Can we get back to what they said please?"
"Right, sorry," Emma said. "Ok, so they can't move West or her thugs. There's not enough evidence or some shit. The only thing they can do is offer me a transfer. Apparently there's a specialist facility for pregnant inmates not too far from here who could take me if I felt I was in danger."
"You're leaving?" Regina asked, her heart plummeting.
"No, no, of course not," Emma said quickly, squeezing Regina's knee with her hand and leaning forward in her chair. "I turned down the offer. Told them I wouldn't leave you."
Tears pricked Regina's eyes as she looked into the earnest face of her girlfriend. "So what was that about not being able to be with me for four months?"
Emma frowned. "Well, that was more about you." At Regina's confused expression, Emma continued. "You get out mid-August, remember?"
"Shit," Regina breathed. After over two and a half years counting down the time she had left, the brunette realised she had completely lost track of her sentence length. Meeting Emma, ending her drug business, her escalating feud with her half sister and the loss of her body guards, and finding out her girlfriend was pregnant culminated in Regina all but forgetting her time inside was coming to an end.
"I know," Emma nodded. "Thanks for getting caught about six weeks too early."
"What?"
"If you'd been arrested six weeks later, you'd get out after I give birth," Emma shrugged. "But as it is, I'm going to be alone."
Regina pulled Emma into a hug, needing to feel the strong beat of Emma's heart against her own chest. "I so wish I could be there for you, honey," she whispered into Emma's ear. "You shouldn't have to go through that alone."
"I'm used to it," Emma said, pulling back. "I'll be ok, promise. But I'm not going to spend the rest of the time we do have together hiding. It's been ten days, Regina. Ten days without being able to kiss you whenever I want. Without being able to talk to you about my day. Laugh with you. Say goodnight every evening. I don't want to lose any more of the precious time we have together. I don't care what your sister or your mother threaten us with. We're stronger together and I don't want to cower at the hands of two bullies."
Regina smiled lovingly at the defiant woman in front of her. Placing a lingering kiss on Emma's lips, Regina rested her forehead against the blonde's. "I don't either," she said. "I want to be with you Emma but I don't want this, us, to end when I get out. It won't be easy, but I think we can keep this going. I want to keep us going. I'll wait for you, those five months until you get out too, and then we can start a life together. Somewhere far away from here, from my family, from everyone who knows us."
A brilliant, radiant smile spread of Emma's face. "That sounds perfect, Regina," she said, kissing her girlfriend with all the passion she could. Regina groaned and leaned back in her chair, pulling Emma onto her lap where she straddled the brunette's hips and pressed her body against the older woman beneath her. Their tongues battled relentlessly as Emma's fingers slipped immediately under Regina's waistband. It had been too long since she had touched her girlfriend. The angle was a little awkward but neither of them cared and soon two fingertips were skating through wet folds. Regina leaned backwards and opened her legs as far as she could with Emma's knees on either side of her hips.
"Thanks," Emma mumbled, her tongue pausing its stroking of Regina's before licking a line up to the tender spot below the brunette's ear. Placing a gentle kiss to the skin, Emma ran the tip of her tongue up the shell of Regina's ear before dipping inside and swirling around. The magnified noise made the brunette groan and a flood of wetness coated the fingers now teasing her entrance. Emma grinned as she licked down her girlfriend's neck and placed light kisses along the collarbone as she suddenly pushed two fingers hard inside Regina. A gasp escaped, followed by a low moan of pleasure, making Emma's insides clench. Setting a steady pace with her fingers, Emma reached under Regina's top and quickly pushed up her bra cup to tease a nipple. Using her thumb and forefinger, she twisted and pinched the sensitive bud, drawing a string of soft curses from the plump lips. Feeling the brunette's tight channel clench around her fingers, Emma twisted her hand, moving her fingers out slightly so she could press the heel of her palm firmly against the throbbing bundle of nerves she had so far neglected. Regina lunged forward and bit down on Emma's shoulder, muffling her scream as her orgasm washed over her.
Emma smiled in satisfaction as she slowed her hand and gave the tortured nipple a final flick, earning a gasp from Regina who released her girlfriend's shoulder from between her teeth and glared up at Emma's cocky face.
"Ouch," Regina stated.
"Sorry," Emma laughed, not sounding sorry at all.
Regina scowled before she grasped the back of Emma's thighs and stood up. The blonde yelped and wrapped her arms quickly around Regina's neck.
"Wow!" Emma exclaimed, impressed at the display of strength.
"You'll be saying more than wow when I'm finished with you," Regina promised, placing Emma on the table and dropping to her knees.
Emma bit her lip as she realised what Regina's plans were. Glancing in the direction of the door and checking there was still no one nearby, she lifted her ass and helped the brunette slide her pants and panties down. Regina wasted no time in pressing her face between Emma's parted legs.
"Oh God, I've missed you," Emma cried as Regina's tongue swiped over her clit. Already aroused from touching Regina, the blonde knew she wasn't going to last long. Grasping the back of Regina's head, Emma attempted to stop herself bucking her hips forward into the magical mouth working between her legs. Regina's tongue slithered between her labia, sliding along the length of her slit and circling the hole at the bottom before moving back up and covering the hooded bundle. Regina's hands were firmly on Emma's hips, determined only to use her mouth to make her girlfriend come. Forming a seal around the clit, Regina alternated slow, tender licks with harder flicks using the tip of her tongue. Her name spilled from Emma's lips as the thighs on either side of her head tightened suddenly. Sucking harder, Regina pressed the flat of her tongue directly over Emma's clit, keeping a constant pressure then wiggling the muscle quickly back and forth.
Emma couldn't stop the scream that escaped her lips. Regina's hand flew up to try and cover her mouth but both women hear the sound of footsteps approaching moments later.
"Shit," Regina muttered, pulling her face away from the pulsating sex and wiping her mouth. She tried to pull up Emma's panties and pants but the blonde had collapsed back onto the table in the wake of her orgasm and the brunette struggled to wrestle them up just in time for French to round the corner.
"Are you guys - oh," she stopped short, taking in Emma's position and heaving chest along with Regina's mussed hair and slightly moist chin. "Sorry."
"Didn't Miss Swan tell you we were not to be disturbed?" Regina snapped, annoyed she had been denied the chance to induce a second orgasm in her girlfriend.
"It's ok French," Emma said, pushing herself up. "Sorry about, well, you know. We're leaving."
"Why did you apologise?" Regina hissed as soon as French had turned to walk away.
"Because my friend basically walked in on us having sex in her place of work," Emma shrugged, hopping off the table and straightening her pants before heading to the door.
"Fine, but I'm leaving that little puddle of your juices on the table for her to find later," Regina grinned.
Emma groaned and turned back, using a tissue in her pocket to wipe up her come.
"Spoil sport," Regina teased.
The two walked back through the prison to the dining hall hand in hand.
"So we're going public again?" Regina asked.
"I don't think it matters now," Emma shrugged. "Feinberg clocked us when we burst into the chapel. West will already know we're still together. Let's just enjoy each other whilst we can. Anything that happens, we'll deal with. As a couple," Emma added, placing a delicate kiss to Regina's cheek just as they entered the dining hall for the evening meal.
A/N: opinion of Gold? Do we want to see more or less of this character? Also, was this too sappy? I thought the conversation before the sex about their future was a little bit … too cute? Any opinions are welcomed my darling readers!