A dozen or so of these attempts had been toward Red herself. It was a natural thing to happen, especially when everyone seemed to want a dominant angry Russian to snap them in half. That wasn't her for numerous reasons though so the requests got denied even though they could have been easily accepted. Red didn't love her husband, not when she married him, not when her boys were born, and sure as hell wouldn't love him if she ever got out.

What held her back was something deeper, something that had been woven into her soul ever since her blue eyes opened. So Red figured out ways to scratch the itch–a couple solitary moments she found in the shower before work every morning, or late at night when she couldn't sleep. It was never really enough but her bland marriage had left her accustomed to never quite getting what she desired. She had been just about to give in to whatever lonely woman propositioned her when the requests stopped all together. A part of her was glad she had achieved what she had always wanted–peace. But another part of her still had this monster lingering underneath waiting to be released. 

She had almost given up entirely until you came along. You were persistent but not pushy–the right combination of cocky and subservient. She had turned you down for months and didn't seem like she was going to give in. But deep down–her resolve was wavering. 

-~-

You walk into the kitchen to bring in another box from the garden when you catch the tail end of the conversation that Red is having with Gloria and Aledia. 

“She is having man problems.”

You stifle a laugh as Red pulls out a zucchini. “You don't have to give it back when you are done.”  When Gloria only rolls her eyes she holds up a garlic that actually makes you release a couple of giggles. Red turns to you, her eyebrow quirked. “Would you like it then peanut gallery?”

“No thanks, I get plenty of action.”

“Aren't you on this conquest mission with Boo and Nicky?” Gloria asks and you see Red’s ears tint pink.

“Yeah they invited me,” you shrug noncommittally. “Don't know if I'll do it though.”

Red nods her head to the place she wants the vegetables set out and you follow her lead organizing them. You grab her empty box ready to return to the garden alone when she follows you.

“You really want to do this challenge.”

“Red the only woman I want is you but you won't give me a chance,” you say, turning to look at her. “Will you take pity on my soul and give me a chance? I won't make you regret it.”

“Stop fucking asking,” Red snaps her eyes filling with a fire typically left for the other inmates who piss her off. You instinctively flinch away from her but it doesn’t stop her. “I am not some conquest. I am not some slut. I don't have time for your childish games. Leave. Me. Alone.”

You take a moment to calm your frayed nerves before glaring at her. “Go fuck yourself.”

The words don't bother her at first; she has heard worse and knows that she will hear it for years to come. What starts to weigh on her, however, is how you seemingly stop talking to her after it happens. She expects it on the first day, even the second, but then a week passes, and you still won't even look at her. You wait until Red is doing paperwork to get your food from someone else. You walk the other direction when she enters a room. You don't even stop at her bunk to see her; instead, you wait until the final minute before lights out before you slip into your section with Boo. A little piece of Red has to admit that she misses your witty banter and even all the flirtatious jokes. You made her feel desired, wanted, but more importantly, you made her feel seen.

Red is contemplating what this all means when she walks into the bathroom one night to a ruckus of moans. By this time, she has become a master at blocking them out; who is she to judge when other people decide to please themselves? She is content to brush her teeth and go to bed until a name makes her blood run cold.

“Y/N! Oh shit, don't stop…Y/N.”

The plastic toothbrush snaps in Red’s hand, but she barely notices as crimson fills her vision. Her heart is thudding in her chest, and her breath comes out in loud huffs. She rounds the corner to you on your knees in one of the shower stalls. Your naked back is to her, and she momentarily traces the curve of your spine before her daydream is broken by another moan. The woman above you is clearly enjoying whatever you are doing, and that fact makes Red want to kill her.

She storms over to her, hand finding your shoulder as she pulls you up and away from the girl. You stumble slightly, but she catches you easily.

“What the fuck I was almost there,” the other girl scoffs, but gulps as Red swivels to look at her.

Her eyes are black as she stalks towards the girl. Her fingers twitch by her side as she debates whether she wants to rip out the girl’s throat right there. Finally, she curls it into a fist and growls instead.

“Get the fuck out.”

The girl doesn't need to be told twice as she scrambles away. When Red turns back, you are leaning against the wall. Your arms are crossed over your breasts, and she can't help as her eyes linger there for a moment longer than they should. When you catch her staring, you let out a cruel laugh.

“You have to be kidding me, right? You told me to basically go fuck anyone else, and now that I am, you get jealous. I fucking can't.” You go to grab your clothes, but Red’s hand closes around your wrist. 

She pulls you up to look at her, and you can't help but gulp. Her voice is low and hoarse as she speaks. “You wanna be a whore and fuck everyone in this prison? Too fucking bad. I have decided it is time to give you what you have been begging for. But if you think you're going to do it with the taste of someone else on your tongue and lips looking like a slut with your fingers drenched from some other useless whore you've got another thing coming because if you're going to be touching me, I want it only to be you. I don't want someone else's hands on my body other than yours, and if you touch anybody else, they'll have to put me in the hole to stop me from cutting out their tongues for even daring to call your name in such a filthy way. Lord help them if they've touched you or tasted you because not even the devil could hold me back.”

Your whole skin is on fire as she glares at you. If you were dripping before, you are now. Red may have a fire in her eye and control in her mind, but you see something else. Red wants you just as much as you want her–and she wants you all to herself. She leans over to grip your chin, her red nails digging into your skin.

“Now get yourself fucking cleaned up and meet me in Healy’s office in 30 minutes.”

She shoves your face away and stalks out of the bathroom, her nightly routine entirely disregarded. You shower, scrubbing your skin until it hurts, spending extra time making sure every strand of your hair doesn't smell like the woman who had been previously using it to ground herself. You brush your teeth at least three times before you finally make your way to Healy’s office.

The light is off, and you hesitate to knock on the door. Your knuckles are inches from the glass when it is ripped open, and you are pulled inside. When it clicks shut behind you, Red’s mouth is inches from your ear.

“Took you long enough.”

“How do you have the keys to Healy’s office?” You wonder as Red pulls you further into the room. 

She cleans off his desk with a sweep of an arm and pulls you to perch you on the edge. “Do you want to know or do you want me to fuck you?”

You cross your arms, trying to maintain some sense of power. “And if I say no?”

Red stalls, her eyes softening for a moment. Her hands fall to your waist. “Then we don't have to do this. I just…I thought you wanted to do this.”

“I did, but you made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“I have always wanted you. Don’t you understand how that is the problem?” Red growls, her nails digging into your hips. “I have been trying to maintain some semblance of who I am in this place, and the moment I think I have it down here, you come along and show me a whole new side of myself. You showed me who I really am.”

You go to speak, but Red leans into your ear, her hand instantly going to grip your hair. “And now you have been avoiding me. I can understand a day, hell maybe two days, but a week? That is fucking ridiculous, and it stops now.” She pulls your head to the side so she can leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck. “I haven’t seen you, haven’t been able to talk to you, haven’t even been able to get a whiff of you. Haven’t been able to taste you.” On the last word, she bites down hard on your neck, causing you involuntarily to moan and buck against her. “Telling you to leave me alone was a mistake, because it was the exact opposite of what I really want. I wanted you to fight for me, to choose me anyway, to show me you wanted me.”

“I do want you,” you whimper as she keeps biting along your collarbone. 

Red laughs, and you realize for the first time how thick her accent is as she looks at you with blown pupils. “You avoided me like the damn plague, and the moment I finally fucking see you, it is on your knees for someone useless whore who doesn’t even love you like I do.”

The moment the words fall from her lips, she steps back as if shocked. You grab her hips with your legs before she can get too far from you. You pull her back into you, letting your hands drape over her shoulders. She looks at you, and for the first time, you know what it is like to see Galina… not Red but Galina, the woman underneath the hard prison layers. 

“I love you too Galina.”

Tears well in her eyes as she looks back at you. “No one has called me that in years.”

“Well better get used to it, cause you are stuck with me now.”

As soon as the last words leaves your lips she smashes her mouth into yours. The kiss is desperate and you don’t hesitate to open your mouth when she swipes her tongue along your bottom lip. Your hands find their way into her hair and she moans as you pull at the red locks. Finally she breaks away to press her forehead against yours. 

Her breath comes in short pants, “Are you sure about this?”

You cup her face, running your thumb along her cheek. “I have never been more sure about anything, my love.”

She doesn’t hesitate any longer, her fingers immediately pulling at the hem of your shirt. You move back long enough for her to throw it across the room before your lips are back on hers. You automatically lift your hips up when she pulls at your waistband and let out a hum when your underwear follow shortly after. When you are completely naked in front of her Galina hesitates for a moment. There is clear desire across her features but also that look of innocence. She hasn’t done this before…

“I don’t know how…” she mumbles suddenly embarrassed. 

You pull her into another kiss biting down on her bottom lip. The moan she lets out gets her out of her head for a second. It is long enough for you to pull off her shirt and bra. Her cheeks are almost as red as her hair when she looks at you. 

“Just follow me.”

You pull her into another kiss carving your bodies against hers until they are practically melded together. When your hand trails up her body to grab her breast she follows the same movements. You pull and pinch at her nipples causing her to shudder and you have to bite back a scream when she does the same to you. After a couple of moments of learning the curves of her body Galina does something that you should have expected. She moves down to kiss along your jaw and neck. She bites, sucks, and licks the column of your throat and all along your collar bones until you are covered in a smattering of purple bruises. 

Her confidence is building and now she has set out to claim you, to mark you as hers and hers alone. When her mouth moves down to take a nipple in her mouth you fall back onto your elbows panting. 

“Fuck Galina…” 

You can hear her smirk along your skin as her hands begin to trail small circles up your hip. You try to buck to move closer to her hand but Galina takes her time to torment you. You are begging when she finally swipes her finger up towards your clit. Whatever worries she had originally must be long gone as she begins to tease you. She will gently put one finger inside before pulling it out to circle your clit lazily. Her mouth never stops working along your chest but you don’t feel the small bites anymore. There is just a burning along your skin that tells you if she isn’t inside of you soon you may actually die. 

“Galina… please…please,” you whine as she sticks two fingers slowly inside of you. 

“Please what baby?”

“Please just fuck me. I need you inside of me right now.”

  Galina grins, thrusting her fingers inside of you so hard that you grip her shoulders for balance. “Well since you begged so nicely.”

You can barely focus as her fingers curl inside of you, but you still get your hand inside of her waistband. You mirror her movements, circling her clit hard. She moans, biting down on your shoulder, as her movements falter for a moment. 

“I love you Galina,” you whisper in her ear. 

“I love you. I love you.” She replies, emphasizing every phrase with a thrust of her fingers. 

You can barely hold yourself together as she circles your clit hard and whispers how much she loves you in your ear. When you eventually fall over the edge, Galina falls right behind you. You gently remove your hand, and she whimpers at the loss of contact. You wrap your arms around her as she kisses your cheek. 

“Now why did I wait this long to try this?” She laughs, and you can’t help but smile.

“'Cause you are stubborn and think you know better than me.”

Galina rolls her eyes, but kisses you gently. “I will give it to you this one time.” She pauses for a moment, her eyes searching yours. “Are you okay with…us?”

“More than okay,” you nod, and your hand finds her. “I’m yours for as long as you will have me.”

“Then I guess I shall have you forever,” Galina smiles, but then her face turns serious. “But if you ever think you are going a week without talking to me again, I will…”

You silence her with another kiss. “I won’t, now come on, Galina. There is still so much more I have planned to do to you.”

~-~

You place your tray next to Nicky, and you can already feel her eyes drawn to the large purple hickey on your neck. The moment you tried to cover it up, Red had given you a death glare, so it was out for the whole world to see. You start to eat, trying to ignore your best friend, but it only lasts for a moment.

“You aren't even gonna tell us who to mark down on the scorecard?” Boo asks, pulling out the slip of paper. 

“I'm not playing the game anymore,” you murmur, your hand automatically going to trace the hickey on your inner thigh that Red left last night.

Her words still echo in your ear: You aren't playing that fucking game anymore. You are mine and mine alone.

Nicky’s eyebrow raises as she yanks down the collar of your shirt to expose even more bruises along your neck. You scramble to cover them as she lets out a low whistle. “Whoever you bagged sure did a number on you last night. Was it that hottie from the Spanish Harlem you have been after? Or that new girl…. what’s her name?”

“Williams!” Boo shouts, and you immediately reach over and clap a hand over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up. Both of you.”

When you sit back down, a soft hand is placed on your shoulder. Red nail polish curls into your shoulder, and you immediately know it is Galina. Your body reacts before you can stop it, and you melt back into her. She reaches over you to place a small bowl onto your plate.

“You need to eat detka (babe), you have to keep your strength up,” she whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss on your hairline. 

As she saunters away, Nicky and Boo stare at you with a mixture of disgust and admiration. You pick up your fork and stab at the food Red just brought to you. Minutes pass in silence before Boo finally screams.

“She wasn't even on the list!” 

Nicky shakes her head, clapping you on the back. “You won, kid. There is no topping that. You bagged one of the most desirable women here…besides Mendoza.”