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| Bellevue Bold And Blue; AU, het fic. | |
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| Torrid | Apr 20 2010, 03:24 PM Post #16 |
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More ladies? ------------------------------------------ Chapter Eight - Regret? The drive home from work was somewhat uneventful. Just myself, my thoughts and some C.O.C. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel of my beautiful car. My baby. My '74 Chevy Nova... in victory red. *sigh* Enough about the car. This is about the one in the cell. Don't try and seduce me, I said. Won't work, I said. Who the fuck am I kidding? Why did I sign up for a job as an officer at a women's' penitentiary when I knew that this could well happen? Fool. I should have just upped sticks and moved up to Corcoran. Would've been so much easier. Could've worked there until the day I finally decided to call time on my career. I wasn't thinking though was I? No, of course I wasn't. Then, of course, I'd have been thinking, what if I can't sell the house. No. I'll take the job closer to home. Guess I gotta live with my decision now. Damn it. I'll never forget the look on Jason's face. The day I told him I was leaving... I knew I was his best officer. Not to sound like I've got my head shoved firmly up my own ass but, I was. He was nothing less than disappointed. It took me all of three hours to fully explain my situation to him. Recounted my three court dates to him. All the time I spent with lawyers. Aching over my ex-wife's demands. The final nail in the coffin was when she transferred full custody to me. Claimed she was an unfit mother and went on to prove it by trying to kill her-- kill hers-self in front... in front of my children. My son, little Castor at three weeks old, was in the presence of his sick mother trying to end her life with a knife wound to each arm. I'd heard that there was blood everywhere. Of course, I wasn't there to see it. I was fucking working. She did it to spite me. As much as I love my kids, I have a hectic work schedule and I really can't deal with having them in my 24/7 care. Which is why I, thoughtlessly, left Corcoran and moved back to Berkeley... and hired a nanny on the five days that I worked. Kirk said he'd help. Lars is too busy with his little ones to be thinking about mine too. I can't just land him and Skylar with my kids for a day or two a week. It's not fair. I pulled up outside my house after a 25 minute commute in post rush hour traffic. As I came up the driveway, I saw the nanny, Claire, at the door with Cali on one hip and Castor in her free arm. Cali was smiling and waving at me. I smiled and waved back. Shutting the engine off, I actually realised what day it was. Sunday. Sunday... why does that ring a bell? Shit. I said I'd go to Kirk's tonight. Barbeque. I'll have to call him and tell him the kids are coming wi-- no I can't. Ah. Idea. Claire brought the kids over to the car to greet me with a smile. “Castor cried for ya all night. Cali slept like the dead.” “Good to hear.” I smiled graciously and took Cali from her first and then the soundly sleeping Castor. Okay, gotta ask her. Now. I caressed Cali's hair as she snuggled against my shoulder. “Listen, uh... could you--” “Taken care of.” What? “Huh?” “Kirk called. To remind you about tonight. I'll do it if you need me.” I sighed with relief. I really needed a night out. “God, thank you. I'll pay you double, social wasn't in our agreement...” “It's okay, James. Just pay me regular. I don't want your extra money. The kids are a pleasure to care for.” More sighing. “You're an angel.” “Flattery doesn't go down well with me, James. What time should I come 'round?” Good question. “Well, I need to sleep at some point. I'll need the kids watching while I sleep. Y'know, forget it, I'll get the neighbours to watch them until I need to go out. Shall we say seven?” “Seven it is then. Bye.” she waved to me and ruffled Cali and Castor's hair. “Gonna say bye?” I whispered to Cali as she flapped her tiny hand in Claire's direction. “Bai bai!” Cali shouted... waking Castor. Stupid kid. “Oh Cali, look what you did... you woke Castor.” “Sowwie Casser.” I couldn't help but smile. It should be 'sorry daddy.' Now I'm gonna spend an hour getting him back to sleep. Damn it. “You're gonna have to go down now. I need to get him back to sleep.” “'Kay.” I placed her down on the ground and she toddled after me. I pushed the door open and placed Castor down in his cot and stroked his forehead. Cali hopped up onto the sofa, happily watching her cartoons. She giggled and tugged at the furniture. She got louder and louder. My head was already splitting. It was now getting worse. I walked into the kitchen to get some drinks for the kids and one for me. As Castor's formula warmed up, I unbuttoned my shirt and shook it to cool myself down in the early morning sunshine. In high fucking summer no less. “Cali, baby?” I called out. “Wha'?!” she giggled. “Shhhhh!” She clapped her little hands over her mouth. I smiled as I walked back into the room, with a bottle for Castor and a beaker of juice for her. I offered it to her and she clapped her hands together. She tugged at it and giggled. “What do you say?” “Fankoo dadda.” I let her have it and smiled. “Thank you, Cali.” “Nuh uh, fankoo dadda!” I laughed at her and caressed her cheek with a meek smile. “No, hunny. I'm Daddy, I don't thank myself, sweetie.” I went over to pick Castor out of his cot and held his tiny body to mine. I sat down next to Cali and put Castor's bottle to his lips. He took it with a gurgle. “Good boy.” I kissed his forehead and reached over to pick up the phone. I punched in next door's number and held the receiver to my ear. Fortunately, they picked up quickly. “Hello, Janine?” “Yes?” “Hi, it's James from next door.” “Oh, good morning. How's the new job?” “Good thank you. How're you?” “Fine thanks. What can I do for you?” “Well, I didn't know who else to call.” “Go on...” “Well, uh, could you watch the kids for a few hours while I get some sleep? I'm going out with some friends tonight...” “Of course I can.” “Great!” “Just drop them 'round whenever you want.” “What did I do to deserve you?” “Bought the house next door?” “Thanks Jan.” “It's okay, whenever you need me, James.” “Okay if I drop the kids at eleven?” “Absolutely.” “Thanks.” “See you later.” “Alright, bye.” “Bye.” I sighed happily. Silence, peace and quiet. If only for eight hours. |
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| AlroightDen | Apr 20 2010, 03:44 PM Post #17 |
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| Torrid | Apr 20 2010, 06:43 PM Post #18 |
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Chapter Nine – Will we survive? Another annoyingly sunny morning. Another morning I wake up with the annoyingly sunny personality (disorder?) of Officer Anderley watching over me. He irritates the fuck out of me. With it being Sunday, I was told that my regular night man, Officer Hetfield, wouldn't be here. It's frustrating. I'll get stuck with Officer Kelly again and she whistles. A lot. I thought Friday night was bad enough. At least... James... I think that's his name... he talks to me. A little. As much as he is 'allowed'. He doesn't seem like he's allowed to do... well, all that much really. He talks to me a little. He's 'attentive' if you can call it that. Like if I want a glass of water or food, he'll radio out for me. I know he's not allowed to leave this room when he's on shift. He looks bored most of the time and I don't blame him. I'm sure he'd rather be at home looking after his two kids. Sounds stupid but, when I get stuck with Kelly, I miss his presence. At least... y'know. He's nice to l-look at. Okay, he's hot. I admit it. I get the feeling though that the reason why he can't really talk to me is because, the boundaries of his job stop him from having any real connection to the people that he guards. Must be frustrating. I wonder if he even had friendships with the guys he watched over at his previous job--? “Coffee?” Anderley's voice interrupted my thoughts. “Beks?” I hate that he calls me that. No point arguing, I might come to like it. “Uh, sure.” “Okay, I'll be right back.” Alone at last. If only for a few minutes. Gonna use the toilet. At least I won't have him be there, with his back turned, whilst I take a piss. Honest to god, I'm watched all the time. Yet, again, I don't mind James watching me. At least he's considerate. I walked down into the corner of my, heh, my cell. I took my jumpsuit down and sat naked on my toilet and waited for Anderley to return. I'd not bothered to redress. I'm exposed anyways. I have no privacy. Limited time by myself. So, I may as well be naked under my jumpsuit. Why not, y'know. I finished on the toilet and buttoned myself back up and sat on my bed. God, I need a smoke. Oh! That's another thing. Neither Anderley, nor Kelly smoke. James does. They just don't get my urge to smoke. He does. Gah, why can't he just work every day? I know the answer to that. Not fair. I saw Anderley approach and I sat on my bunk. He opened my cell and passed me my coffee. “Here.” “Thanks.” He sat down on the table across the room and sipped his coffee. “I know it's a silly question but, how're you feeling?” I coughed and raised my eyebrows. He couldn't be serious, could he? “Want me to lie to you, Officer?” He shrugged. “If that makes you feel better...” “I feel peachy. I think Officer Kelly is the best company in living history and my face is green.” I stared at him and gave him a sarcastic smile. Yes, I feel like shit and I planned on letting him know that. “In answer to your question, Anderley, I feel fucking great!” “There's nothing I can do to make you feel better, Rebekah but, I can 'lighten' your day a little.” “Make my day...” I mumbled. “Uh, well, my superior told me today that you'll be moved into a private cell tomorrow evening.” “Oh.” “Officer Hetfield will oversee your move.” Unbeknownst to me, a massive smile must've crept onto my face. “You'd rather he was here than me?” “This time, I'm not gonna lie to you but, yes. I'd rather he was... was here. All the time.” “Can I ask why?” “He keeps me going. I feel more of a person and less of a number when he's here.” “Well, that's good. Do the rest of the officers make you feel bad? I mean they shouldn't make you feel good. Given the reason that you're h--” “Do we have to go through this again, Anderley?” “No. Lifers don't deserve to feel human. That's how I feel and that's how I work.” I snorted. “Fair enough.” “Now. Can I do anything for you?” “I wanna smoke.” “Are you sure? It'll be the first time the other inmates will see you?” “They've gotta see me sometime.” I sighed out. I wish James was here for this. Not fucking Anderley. “You understand that I have to cuff you?” “Just to myself?” “Yeah, wrist to wrist.” “Sure. Tack me up baby.” I smirked and held my wrists out. Anderley slowly flung a cuff over my left wrist and started to take his time over it... “C'mon, I need to smoke noooow.” “Alright, alright... calm down.” “I am calm...” “Gimme your arm.” I lifted my arms up and he gripped it, opening my cell up and finally leading me out. A change of scenery. After the four days of being cooped up in that cell. Free-- nah. Not that. Just a fresh sight. Of course, as I'd expected, as soon as my door was opened, a gaggle of chattering inmates stopped talking and turned around. Looking straight at me. Oh to be the centre of attention. What a thrill. There was whispers and jeers. I tried to ignore them as much as I could. Looks like news travels at light speed. Anderley turned to me and noticed my discomfort. “Alright ladies, there's nothing to see.” “Who's the newbie, Anderley?” a tall, slim blonde girl stood with her arms crossed over her, ahem, ample chest. “None of your business, Anna.” “We'll find out soon!” “I know you will.” he rolled his eyes. “Anna Rochette. Death by dangerous driving whilst under the influence of cocaine and alcohol.” “Yeah, looks it.” Anderley smirked and laughed. “Yeah...” he lead me down the stairs and out to the gym area. “Here's our stop. What do you smoke?” “Lucky Strike.” There was a choice?! Accommodating. “Good, 'cause that's all we've got.” Oh. Well, that's good then. I stood next to Officer Anderley as he stood and watched me fumble with my cigarette. “You gonna light it for me?” “Yeah, as soon as you have a good grip of it.” “Got it.” “Ready?” I'm begging for tomorrow to come by fast. |
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| Torrid | Apr 20 2010, 09:26 PM Post #19 |
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Chapter Ten - Trouble At eleven o'clock, I took the kids round to Janine's next door and returned home. I almost ran upstairs to my bedroom. I threw my uniform off onto an array of clothes hangars and snuggled down under my covers. I sighed with relief at the amazing feeling of silence and being alone to be left to my own devices. I hated to leave Castor and Cali in the company of my neighbour but, if I want to keep doing my job, I need my sleep. No matter how much. The time between my head hitting the pillows and falling asleep was apparently very short. I don't remember that moment at all. Slipping into equally event free dreamless sleep. I woke up at six pm and murmured. My alarm beeping by my head. The sun peeped through the curtains of my room and I smiled. I got up and flipped on my radio, smiling at the song that came on. I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower, humming along to the music. I stepped in and washed myself, scrubbing through my hair. I washed and stepped out as fast as I could, it had been approximately half an hour. I dried my hands and turned everything off. I threw a towel over my head and one around my waist. I rubbed my hair through, shaking it dry. I dried my body off and sat on the edge of my bed to dry my feet. I walked around naked and freely around the top floor of the house, looking for clothes to go out in. I decided on a flannel shirt and washed out dark jeans and boots. I'm only going to Kirk's place, I don't need anything special. I put on some cologne. Kirk always smelled like a vat of old spice so, I can't exactly go smelling of... well, nothing really. I dressed quickly and went through the motions of collecting Cali and Castor from next door and playing with Cali until Claire arrived. “Thanks again for doing this for me, Claire.” I smiled as she arrived at the door, letting her in, I walked straight to Castor's crib, saying goodbye to him and stroking his head as he napped. “No problem at all.” “Well, I gotta go. I'm already running late.” “Alright.” I kneeled down next Cali, holding her hands in mine. “You be good for Claire, okay?” she nodded. I'm so lucky to have a kid like her. “Good girl, I love you.” “Wuv you, Dadda.” I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. “See you tomorrow.” “Bai.” “Bye sweetie.” I turned to Claire and smiled. “You know where everything is, right?” “Yes, thanks.” she smiled softly back. “If you wanna get Pizza or something, it's on me. You've done me a huge favour. There's a twenty on the counter top. Kirk's number's there too, just ask for me.” “Thanks. Enjoy yourself.” “I'm sure I will.” “See you later.” “Yeah, if you need anything, don't hesitate.” “Okay, just go.” I smiled. “Bye.” -------------------------------------------------- “Officer Kelly, outward call, code yellow, F2-14 solitary, over.” “Masterson receiving, what's up, Martina?” “We've got a problem.” “On my way, what kind of problem?” “Milton keeps screaming for Hetfield.” “Haha, no way.” “Yes way.” “Well, he's on a day off. There's nothing we can do about that.” “Well, she keeps screaming and she's lashing out.” “I'm nearly there.” “Out.” “Out.” Masterson burst through the door. “What the hell is going on here?!” “I want him, I'm sick of her! Her fucking whistling is driving me insane!” “There's nothing I can do about that, Miss Milton. He's on his day off.” “I want James here, now!” Rebekah threw her empty coffee cup at the bars. “She's doing my fucking head in!” Masterson coughed and smirked. “...and that's why we don't give them breakables.” |
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| Torrid | Apr 20 2010, 10:23 PM Post #20 |
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Chapter Eleven - Timebomb “I am not gonna quiet down!” she roared. “Well, we're gonna have to make you.” “What're you gonna do, huh?” She placed her hands on her hips. “Do you wanna get out of solitary or not?” “Of course I want out.” “Well, if you don't shut up, you won't be getting out.” she smirked. “Well, why don'tcha tell me what's gonna happen if I don't shut up?” “Well, you know that cell you're stood in?” “Yeah...” “You'll get a fucking good, cold hose down, in a 2x2 cell, naked. You'll stay in there until you shut up!” “Oooh...” “No warm up afterwards, no towel. No rub down.” she grinned. “Just a full observation drip-dry.” Rebekah promptly shut up. “Okay, I kinda don't fancy that.” “Oh snap,” she clicked her fingers. “I was looking forward to that.” “Don't fucking tempt me.” Rebekah mumbled. “You don't just wanna go down now?” “No.” she folded her arms. “Good.” Masterson re-opened the door and turned to leave. “If she starts at it again, code yellow for me and I'll come right down.” “Okay.” “If it's after five am, radio for Myers. I'll fill her in. In turn, you fill Anderley in.” “Gotcha.” “Have fun.” --------------------------------------------------------------------- One am Most of the guests had left the barbecue at Kirk's place, given the day that it was. People gotta work at some point. James was sat on the patio out in Kirk's back yard, eating a burger, drinking a beer, talking animatedly to Lars. “Another beer, buddy?” Kirk grinned somewhat drunkenly and offered a drink to James. “Sure, thanks dude.” “You need to cut down on the tequila, man.” Lars added, watching Kirk sway around in James' area. “No, let him drink what he wants to drink in his own house, Lars. You wouldn't take well to being told to hold off the booze in your house.” “True.” Kirk plonked down next to James. “Beer.” “Thanks.” “So, how's the new job? Honestly?” he slurred a little. “I've been on suicide watch.” “Ooosh baptism of fire.” Lars put in. “No, not really. She's more of a crier. Sings occasionally. Lunged at me on the first night...” “Ohhh, but there's more!” Kirk teased. “Dude, there is not!” “There so is.” Lars grinned. “What's her name?” “Rebekah Alice Milton. Murder/Manslaughter.” “Hot?” “I'm not allowed to like her or comment on how hot she may be. Even if I did like her. No fraternising with the inmates.” “You do though, don'tcha?” “No.” “Liar.” “No comment.” “Oooh okay, I'll say no more!” James blushed. He bit his lip. Can't take this. I hate being probed. Should get back to the kids too. “I should go.” “Was it something we said?” “No, no. I hired a nanny for the kids whilst I was gone. I should get back.” Kirk pouted. “Honestly.” “Alright...” he slurred. “When're we gonna see you again?” “Call me Friday morning. Before midday.” he stood up, he hugged both Kirk and Lars, heading for the door. “We'll go out.” “Alright, well bye then...” “See ya.” Once James was out of sight and earshot, Kirk and Lars looked to each other. “It was something we said.”
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| Torrid | Apr 21 2010, 12:30 AM Post #21 |
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Last one for tonight. Enjoy xxx ------------------------------------- Chapter Twelve – No Mercy It was Seven o'clock on Monday evening at Bellevue. Rebekah had been totally silent. She didn't bother anyone. Didn't ask for anything. No food. No drinks. No cigarettes. Nothing. The whole time from her little performance at Eleven the night before. Anderley kept asking her if she wanted anything. She blanked him every single time. She just lay still in her bed. Red eyed. She'd slept. Cried. Paced around her cell but, said nothing. At exactly seven, she stood up. “Officer?” “Finally breaking your silence, are you?” “What time is it?” she muttered bluntly. “It's seven.” “Wrong answer.” “What do you mean, 'wrong answer'?” She sat down again and tucked her head between her legs, running her fingers through her hair. “I need him here.” “What was that?” “I want him, now. I can't stand this. I need to see him.” “Listen, I can understand your attachment to him. He did bring you in--” “He's the only one that's kept me sane... I need James here... NOW!” “Alright, you asked for it, kid.” he grabbed his radio on a particularly loud screech that emitted from Rebekah's little body. “This is a code yellow, two female officers required, cell F2-14, solitary. Over and out.” “No... no, I'll be quiet. Mike, please. I'll do anything...” “Too late. Officer Masterson warned you last night and it's Officer Anderley to you, Milton.” “Please, I didn't mean-- I just miss him is all... I...” Officers Masterson and Jones suddenly barged the door and unlocked Rebekah's cell. “Nice to see you again, Milton. I'm gonna enjoy this.” Debbie grinned. “Shit...” “Shit is right, Rebekah. Cuff her Jennie.” “No... please. I'll do anything...” she whined as Jennie grabbed both of her arms and slapped cuffs around her wrists. “You got some lessons to learn, Rebekah. You ain't gonna learn them by getting let off easy all the time.” “Please...” tears fell down her cheeks. “Nope. You've crossed the line and you're gonna take your punishment.” Debbie and Jennie took an arm each and dragged Rebekah down to the isolation cells. She screamed and cried the whole way down there. The isolation wing was a long corridor with four tiny cells at the end. Each with a vent in the bottom. Jennie pushed Rebekah into one of the cells and un-cuffed her whilst Debbie readied the hose. “All your clothes off.” she growled evilly down her ear. Rebekah just stood there and did nothing. “Clothes off, Milton or I get the shears and cut them off!” She cried and shook as she reluctantly took her jumpsuit off. She whimpered as Jennie grabbed her left wrist and cuffed her to the wall, doing with the other with her other wrist. Jennie stepped out of the cell with a smile. “They're just to make sure you don't try and escape.” Debbie grinned. “Whenever you're ready, Debs.” Debbie armed her hose and pulled the lever. Rebekah immediately wailed and cried as soon as the cold water hit her. She got a relentless and thorough dowsing. Debbie made extra sure to soak all of her waist length hair. She even got her in the face. She coughed and spluttered, sobbed and screamed. “Now, remember what I said. You stay there until you've shut the hell up. Someone will come and check on you in two hours.” Masterson told her, un-cuffing her once more and shutting the cell behind her. Rebekah slumped down the wall and sat in the remains of the water, legs drawn into her chest, crying silently for the whole two hours. Again, without a sound. ----------------------------------------------------------------- James drove the quicker late evening trip to work in just under fifteen minutes. He arrived at work at ten minutes to nine. He pulled his car into the employee car park and shut off the engine. He hopped out of the driver's side door and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, fixing it behind his ear. He put on his 'utility belt' and walked in the entrance of the prison. He greeted the woman on the desk with a small smile and clocked himself in. He headed straight to the 'boot room' and grabbed his radio and locked away his personal possessions in his locker. He walked to Larson's office and knocked on the door. “Come in.” “Evening, Sir.” James smiled. “Fuck, thank god you're here. I don't even need to brief you, Hetfield. Just head straight down to isolation.” “Isolation?” his eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. “Yeah, it's just past the end of F3, second corridor.” “Alright... you're scaring me. What'd she do?” “Just radio Anderley. He'll fill you in.” “Yes, sir.” James bowed out and sped up to the third floor, marching down the corridor. He took his radio and forced down the button on the side. “Hetfield to Anderley, over.” “Anderley receiving. Thank god.” “That's what Larson said, what the hell's going on?!” He unlocked the door to the isolation block and consequently re-locked it behind him. “You'll find Rebekah in isolation.” “What for?” “She screamed to joint down last night.” “She got a hose down?” “Yeah. She was warned that it would happen.” “Wow.” “Yeah, you need to report to Masterson down there.” “Gotcha, man.” “Later dude.” “Hetfield out.” he walked down the corridor and found Masterson waiting for him. “Evening, Hetfield.” “Debbie...” “She screamed and cried. Wanting you. She wouldn't shut up.” “Wait, she was screaming for me?” he knit his eyebrows together. “Yeah, first at eleven last night... and then at seven.” “...okay.” “She's under your control now.” she smiled. “You gotta take her down to her new cell, it's still on F2. Cell eleven.” “Right,” he frowned. “is she,” he gulped. “decent?” “Yeah, she's decent. Back in her jumpsuit. She might be a little blue.” she left hastily. James tentatively walked down the corridor. “Rebekah?” he checked into the cells. “Rebekah? Answer me...” “Are you... actually here?” He peered into her cell and looked at her, stood rigid against the wall. Shivering with cold. Her lips were an unsettling shade of blue. “Yeah, I'm actually here.” “I hate... them all, James...” she shivered. James unlocked her cell and offered her his hand. She shakily took in and he held her loosely by the wrist and led her to her new cell. “What happened?” “Kelly's whistling was driving me insane.” “Ah and you'd prefer I was there rather than her?” “Much pr-prefer.” They reached her new cell and James unlocked the door, the pair of them walked inside. “Did you miss me?” She smiled softly and whispered back a simple... “Yes.” “You mustn't lose it every time I'm not here...” “I know...” “You gotta know that I can't be here all the time.” “I know.” she sat down and hastily snuggled into the corner of her bed. James took a blanket from the radiator and handed it to her. “Here, get under that.” “Thanks.” He sat down next to her and she snuggled up to him. He put her arm around her shoulder and rubbed her arm. “I'm so c-cold...” “It's okay, you'll warm up before long. I promise.”
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| AlroightDen | Apr 21 2010, 01:24 PM Post #22 |
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GAH! What a sweetheart! I'd friggin scream the walls down
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| Torrid | Apr 25 2010, 10:10 PM Post #23 |
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Update ladies? ------------------------------------------------- Chapter Thirteen – Th13teen It was way into James' shift. Around three in the morning. He and Rebekah had just talked. It was the quietest that she'd been since she was charged... except when she'd been asleep. She whispered, smiled, even laughed. James had laid down next to her, it was easier than getting his back crushed by a gratuitous Rebekah, bear hugging him every ten minutes. She snuggled under his arm and sighed. “Why're you the only person that's been nice to me the whole time I've been here?” “Believe it or not, I know that you're still a human being. The others think that prisoners are vicious animals and that they deserve to be treated as such. Some of these girls in here may well be vicious bitches. Serial killers, drug dealers... y'know.” he looked down at her. “You're a first and once type of a girl. I can't help but to think that, there was something else going on. You just seem like a regular girl that was lead astray.” “I'm glad that you don't think that I'm a vicious bitch.” she mumbled with a smile. “No, just a fuckin' screamer.” he grinned. She poked his belly. “Oww... I oughta get you to have those damn things removed. They hurt!” “You aren't making me get rid of my falsies. They were...” she suddenly stopped when she realised what she was about to say. “The last things you bought?” “Uh huh...” she sighed sadly. “Well... I can't make you if it's gonna hurt.” “It will. They're stuck directly to my nails.” “Ouch.” “Yeah.” Rebekah nodded softly and placed her hand on James' clothed stomach. He didn't even feel himself do what he did next. He laced his fingers with hers on his belly and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. Rebekah cuddled up to him and laid her head on his chest. They lay silently for a while, just functioning. “Did I ever thank you?” “Huh?” James fell out of his calming trance with a thump. “Did I... thank you?” “I don't think you did, no.” “Well, thank you for not being an asshole.” “I am an asshole.” he admitted with a smile. “Just not to women.” he paused in thought. “My mom, rest her, taught me that.” “Your mom was obviously a better life coach than mine.” “What do you mean?” “Well,” she began. “my mom, she was an alcoholic. All she did was sit around the house and do nothing. She used men whenever she wanted a quick fuck. My dad was never around.” “Ah.” “What about yours?” “My mom died when I was in my teens. Cancer.” “Oh...” “Don't worry, it was a long time ago.” “I'd say I'm sorry but, what would I be sorry for?” she breathed in a little. James smiled at her and brushed his hand over her hair. “I'd better go.” She sighed softly, sounding a little disappointed. “Do you have to?” James slinked out from under her, laying her head down on her pillow. “Well, I need to smoke...” “May I join you?” she smiled softly, begging him silently to say yes. “Yeah, I guess.” “Gonna cuff me again?” she wondered. Agenda or not... “Yeah but, only because, I have to. I wouldn't otherwise. You know I don't wanna hurt you.” “I know that.” She slid off her bed and slipped on a pair of sandals that she had requested. She walked across to James and touched his hand. He turned his hand around and laced their fingers again. “I'm sorry to do this.” he frowned, taking his cuffs from his belt and unlocked them. “Hands out, palms up. It's gonna be a week or so before you can socialise with the rest of the inmates properly and alone.” he added with a soft smile. “But, what if I don't wanna socialise?” She did as she was asked, a little solemnly. “Oh Becca, don't look so sad.” “Becca?” she grinned. “Okay, I've stopped.” “That was too affecti--” “Stop.” his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as he held her wrist, cuffing it. “Okay, I might like doing this a little bit...” She giggled a little. “Mind telling me why?” “I don't know.” he let out a small chuckle. “I mean, I used to get a kick out of cuffing the guys at Corcoran. Manhandling them and giving them a good hard shove... this feels a little different. I have to be careful, yet forceful. It's nice different.” he blushed again. “So far, the only chick I've had to cuff here has been you.” “That was a little sadistic.” she mumbled as he cuffed her other wrist. “You know, I didn't like to mention it then... since we've got to know each other a little, I did enjoy that a little. Had to 'try' and act professionally.” “Are you into...” “No.” “Are you a liar, Officer?” she raised her eyebrow. He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her through her cell door, an undeniable smile painted his face. “Yes.” |
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| Torrid | Apr 26 2010, 10:31 PM Post #24 |
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Chapter Fourteen - Understand He said Corcoran. I recognise that name. I'm sure I know it. More than from hearing people talk about the place. I know that it's a prison just outside of Berkeley. That's not all though. Oh shit! Why can't I remember? They walked outside, James pulling the cigarette from behind his ear and one from his pocket. He stuck one between his lips and lit it. He took it out and offered it to Rebekah. “Here.” She took it with a smile. “Thank you.” she lifted her hands to her face and took a deep drag, tilting her head. “You didn't have to light it for me.” “It was easier than holding the lighter to your face...” Rebekah frowned at him and he laughed, lighting his own cigarette, shoving the lighter back into his pocket. “Made me sound decrepit and old.” she added with a roll of her eyes. “Sorry.” he was still chuckling. “S'okay.” she smiled, breathing in the smoke and consequently breathing it out through her nose. James took a drag in and held it. “You're into bondage then?” He coughed and spluttered, choking on the smoke. appearing to be blind sided by what she'd said. “What did you just ask me?” he coughed, eyes wide. “Uh, nothing... I...” “What provoked you to say that?” he grinned, eyes filled with questions that his head wouldn't let him ask. “I just... look, forget I said anything. It's none of my business...” “No, I'm interested.” She cleared her throat. “I tried to ask you... if- if you were into that, uh, sort of thing. You cut me off. I assumed you knew... what I... was-- why are you blushing?” James' covered his forehead with his hand, his cheeks as red as a smacked ass, cigarette hanging from his lips. “Uh...” he mumbled, doing one of those purposefully long blinks. “Why, what did you think I was gonna ask you?” “I'm not saying it...” he whispered, finishing his cigarette. He chucked the butt on the floor and stamped it out. “'least not out here.” “C'mon, I won't say anything.” she whispered back. “It's the thing that I'm gonna say that I don't want people to hear. They can't.” he shuffled his feet. “Hurry up and finish that.” She threw her end onto the ground and kicked it away. “Done.” “Good.” he ushered her in front of him and she scuttled. “Hey buster, what's the rush?” “No rush.” “Lies.” “Shhh.” He walked her back up to her cell at speed and opened the door. He gave her a slight push inside. She flung around and raised her eyebrows. “Alright.” she whispered with and accusing tone. “What exactly did you think I meant, James?” she groaned. “I would have my hands on my hips if I could...” He locked the door behind them and ran his hand through his shoulder length hair, shuffling around his pocket for his cuff keys with his other hand. “I though-- I thought you were, uh...” “Out with it. What exactly is it that no-one can hear?” He sighed, taking her wrists, unlocking them and putting the cuffs back into his belt holster. “I th-thought that you... were gonna ask me if...” he shut his eyes and breathed in hard. “I thought you were gonna ask me if I was into... you.” “Oh...” “So... that's what I can't let other people hear.” “You're into me?” He sighed again. “Yeah, I'm into you. I like you, okay...” “Are you allowed to be?” she frowned, placing her hands in the pockets of her jumpsuit. “Unlikely.” She sat back down on her bed and sighed. “That sucks. I understand it because, it could be totally misconstrued as me 'playing you to get into your good books to get off easy'. That's not what I want. I don't want you to get into trouble.” she placed her head on her hand. “It's good that you like me though...” “Why?” “It just is. I mean, I like you... too.” “You do?” “Yes.” she tucked her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. James walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, shuffling back. He put his left hand down next to where Rebekah was sat and leaned towards her. “Just be wary of the fact that I can't show you affection publicly. You gotta promise me that you won't just jump me where people can see.” “I promise...” He cupped her cheek with his hand. “...and no more calling out for me when I'm not here.” “I promise.” “Or this...” he motioned between the two of them. “doesn't go anywhere. Stops before it gets started.” “Got it...” “Alright...” He ducked his head to her and smiled. “God, I'm gonna get in so much trouble if anyone finds out...” “They won't...” She pressed her lips to his, giving in to a chaste, soft kiss. James sighed and reciprocated, sliding his hand into her long, dark hair. They kissed slowly, enjoying their contact. Rebekah straightened her legs and shuffled over so that she was hip to hip with him. She laid her hand on his far shoulder and slid her hand up his neck. James deepened the kiss on that motion, feeling suddenly more aroused. He laid off her a little and rolled his hand down her back, rubbing gently in the small of her back, keeping the kiss going. She moaned a little and James backed off. “Alright, alright... what was that?” “I was enjoying that...” “Did you have to make that noise?” “I groan when stuff feels good.” she shrugged nonchalantly. “I'm not complaining but... I have to work at some point y'know.” “I also didn't say stop.” James pulled Rebekah up to him and smiled, kissing her once more. “Okay, I won't.” He placed his palm on her back and circled around. She smiled softly and found her hand finding his belly. She held onto him and leaned into the kiss. |
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| Torrid | Apr 26 2010, 10:32 PM Post #25 |
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Chapter Fifteen – Re-acquaint yourself. “As much as I'm enjoying this, I'm starting to feel a little hot.” “If you ain't got clothes on under there, I'll chain you to the window again...” he grinned, all seriousness aside. Rebekah hopped off the bed and quickly discarded her jumpsuit, revealing a black tank top and black shorts. She breathed out softly and smiled. “Oh, much better...” she fanned her hands around her face and sat back down. James looped his arm around her waist and fiddled with the hem of her shirt. She kissed his cheek and smiled against his stubbly skin. He slowly turned his head, re-connecting them at the lips. James sucked her bottom lip between his, pulling ever so slightly back towards him. She pushed him down towards the mattress and he fell back, holding her on top of him. His lips parted slightly, a reflex action to her landing on top of him, despite her size. She ran her tongue across his lips and tried to slip it inside. No-one was going to see. He'd locked the door and the shutter. James accepted her advance and sucked her invading muscle into his mouth. “Mmmm...” he hummed, his tongue dancing with hers. “Rebekah...” “James...” she whispered, feeling his fingers edge under her shirt. “No, don't. I know you can't...” “Bec, I want to.” “No...” “Please.” “Please what?” “I just want to touch you...” “We just--” “I know but, I can't help myself...” “Same time?” “You wanna see me with my shirt off?” “I do... bet you're worth a look...” she sucked his lip and grinned. “C'mon, James... I know you want to see... what I've got. I wanna see... what you've got.” she placed her hand on his chest. “Alright, get off me and I'll show you.” Rebekah sat back, over James' hips, watching him sit up. He slowly started to unbutton his shirt and smiled. He slid his shirt open and off his shoulders. Rebekah's eyes widened a little. She ran her hand over his chest, making him shiver. “Wow, not bad.” “Not bad?” She grinned and ran her finger tips over his upper left arm. “What does the tattoo mean?” “Oh, the cards?” “Yeah...” “Ace is one. Then, nine, six and three. 1963. The year I was spat out onto this plane of existence.” Her jaw dropped. “You're thirty-six?” “Yeah.” “Woah, I thought you were younger.” “Heh, thanks.” he grinned, holding her hand down on his belly. “What about you?” “Well,” she cleared her throat. “I-I'll be twenty-five in two weeks...” “Hmmm, that's good to know.” Rebekah's smile widened. “Why?” “Just means that I can still pull chicks eleven years my junior...” She swatted his arm and smiled. “You're welcome I guess.” “Okay, shirt off.” “Blunt.” “You wanted mine off... c'mon, or I'll rip it off...” |
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| AlroightDen | Apr 27 2010, 12:36 AM Post #26 |
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MOAR! |
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| Unforgiven | Apr 27 2010, 09:56 AM Post #27 |
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Okey... I feel a bit hot right now. Hot jailhouse sex coming on.
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| Torrid | Apr 29 2010, 01:55 AM Post #28 |
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Chapter Sixteen – Torn Rebekah, somewhat boldly, tucked her arms behind her head. Her chest raised, belly flashed. “Go on, James, rip it off me.” she bit her lip cheekily and waited. Fixing her brown eyes on James' stormy blue. “That a challenge?” he proposed with a lopsided grin. “Call it a challenge if you like.” she raised her eyebrow. James leaned forward and kissed her ardently, sliding his hands up the sides of her body. Rebekah shuddered a little, feeling his cold fingers touch her bare skin. He ran his hands up her back and sucked her lip. He held it there and spoke around her flesh. “Rip... or remove at speed?” “Don't ri--” she suddenly heard material tear. “Fuck, James! That-tha-that's my only tank top!” He grinned and whispered seductively. “I'll buy you a new one.” he nibbled, removing her torn shirt over her arms from the front. “Alright...” she mumbled, laying her arms over his shoulders. She tangled her fingers into the hair at the back of his head and coaxed him deeper into their kiss. They tangled for a few seconds more but, on a moan from him, she stopped moving. “No, no, don't stop.” he begged. “Owww...” “What's up?” “Squishing my cock...” She giggled. “Oh, I'm sorry.” He smiled in a little discomfort. “It's fine, just don't move.” he spread his legs a little and Rebekah yelped, giggling when he groaned in minor relief. She could see his arousal growing in his pants. “Ah... god you look gorgeous.” Blushing, Rebekah smiled. “Thanks.” she ran her hand down his chest to his belly. “This the wrong time to tell you--” “Yes.” he panted softly. “Doesn't matter what it is...” “But, I have to smoke...” “You can spark up in here.” “Rules, Officer. You're supposed to enforce them, not break them.” she admonished him, waggling her finger in his direction. “Fuck it. I get the feeling that the warden don't like me anyways.” Rebekah gave him a look and he held her shoulder. “There's no smoke alarms, don't worry.” The room fell silent for a moment. “I'm not sure this is a good idea...” “Why?” “You don't want to give him a reason to dislike you.” “He won't even know.” he smiled, taking his packet of cigarettes from the pocket of his discarded shirt. He flipped open the lid and shook them at her. “Go on, take one.” “Alright but, if I get in shit, you're taking the blame.” “Done, so long as I don't have to leave the room.” “And you smoke one too?” he nodded. “Deal.” she snatched two cigarettes and placed one in between his parted lips. “Uh...” “What?” “I don't have a lighter.” He tutted and rolled his eyes, drawing a zippo from his pocket, sustaining a smile. He lit his first, narrowing his eyes. “Don't move.” he held the lighter to hers and smiled as it lit up. “James?” “Yes?” “Would you turn the light off?” “Sure.” he answered in a nano-second with a mischievous smile. He leaned back and flicked the switch near Rebekah's bed's headboard, behind him. “Damn, I didn't know that was there.” “Well,” he started, taking a pull from his cigarette. “you do now.” he breathed the smoke slowly out, with a smirk. “Guess so.” she smoked her cigarette as quick as she could. “Shit...” “What?” “Stub.” He chuckled. “You might find this cool.” “What?” “Ever seen those portable ashtrays?” “Portable ashtray?” she raised her eyebrow. “Yeah.” he ferreted in his pocket again and pulled out a small canister. “Oh, wow, that is a cool idea.” “Literally enough to stick your cigarette in, flick and discard it too. So,” he held it out. “Thank you.” she dropped it in, leaned forward and pecked his lips sweetly. She laid her hand on his thigh, losing her balance and slipping her hand... uh, south. James growled low in his throat. Rebekah's eyes shot open. James dropped his cigarette. |
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| Sweetamber | May 10 2010, 11:09 AM Post #29 |
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ok girl u got me yea this is the first time i read 1. and all i have to say is hurry up this was right at the best part where everything go's down and you take a brake ?? comeon girl lets go i need to know all the horny detales your story is raw & hot good work now get back to wrighting !! |
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| AlroightDen | May 10 2010, 01:06 PM Post #30 |
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HOLY FOCK!!!! MOOOOOOOOORE! NOW!! FOOOOOCK!!! |
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comeon girl lets go i need to know all the horny detales

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