Helena/Joey.
Guilty as a girl can be.
The girls of the wing barely looked up as a new girl was thrust among them and when she emerged again to gather food she found herself ignored, except one woman who had come close enough to scare her. She inched back and away, slamming bodily into a wall, whimpering softly.
“Who’s your top dog?”
“I… don’t know.”
“HEY!” A strong voice rang out as one of the women rose from her seat and walked over, glaring at the other woman before turning her back. “Leave her be… she’s new.” She spoke softly now as she looked at Helena. “The top dog is Ana Marston… just so you know. I’m Joey… Joey Richards.”
The smaller woman had tucked her curled brown hair back out of blue eyes and smiled softly, extending a hand. “What’s your name love?”
“Helena… Helena Peabody.” Helena had faltered to give her name, then given in, trusting the woman as she gave her name and took the woman’s hand, surprised by the firm yet gentle way the woman pulled in her closer. “W-what are you doing?”
Joey smirked at the question, gently but firmly nipping Helena’s neck, not hard enough to make her bleed but enough to leave a tooth imprint. “Claiming you.” She replied softly. “If I didn’t then Shell back there would… and I’m less likely to kill you.”
Helena found herself weakening then, tears glinting in her usually calm and clear eyes, her eyes turning distinctly misty as she tried to hold them back, failing as she ran for her cell, collapsing onto the bed in tears, longing for her old prison and her friends. Here she had no-one.
Joey had followed calmly, bringing two plates of food with her, settling them on the table near the bunks then settling on the edge of Helena’s bed.
“Helena… are you alright?”
The question was gentle, sweet in it’s own way as the woman stroked her back, seemingly tender but tentative to go too far.
“No.”
“Oh sweetheart…”
“Joey… I’m not… I can’t… I can’t be here.”
“You are though… and you’re safe in here… with me.”
The woman’s hand slid over Helena’s side as she shifted to press herself alongside Helena on the bed, curling around her as best she could. “Your safe here…”
The girls of the wing barely looked up as a new girl was thrust among them and when she emerged again to gather food she found herself ignored, except one woman who had come close enough to scare her. She inched back and away, slamming bodily into a wall, whimpering softly.
“Who’s your top dog?”
“I… don’t know.”
“HEY!” A strong voice rang out as one of the women rose from her seat and walked over, glaring at the other woman before turning her back. “Leave her be… she’s new.” She spoke softly now as she looked at Helena. “The top dog is Ana Marston… just so you know. I’m Joey… Joey Richards.”
The smaller woman had tucked her curled brown hair back out of blue eyes and smiled softly, extending a hand. “What’s your name love?”
“Helena… Helena Peabody.” Helena had faltered to give her name, then given in, trusting the woman as she gave her name and took the woman’s hand, surprised by the firm yet gentle way the woman pulled in her closer. “W-what are you doing?”
Joey smirked at the question, gently but firmly nipping Helena’s neck, not hard enough to make her bleed but enough to leave a tooth imprint. “Claiming you.” She replied softly. “If I didn’t then Shell back there would… and I’m less likely to kill you.”
Helena found herself weakening then, tears glinting in her usually calm and clear eyes, her eyes turning distinctly misty as she tried to hold them back, failing as she ran for her cell, collapsing onto the bed in tears, longing for her old prison and her friends. Here she had no-one.
Joey had followed calmly, bringing two plates of food with her, settling them on the table near the bunks then settling on the edge of Helena’s bed.
“Helena… are you alright?”
The question was gentle, sweet in it’s own way as the woman stroked her back, seemingly tender but tentative to go too far.
“No.”
“Oh sweetheart…”
“Joey… I’m not… I can’t… I can’t be here.”
“You are though… and you’re safe in here… with me.”
The woman’s hand slid over Helena’s side as she shifted to press herself alongside Helena on the bed, curling around her as best she could. “Your safe here…”