A little present day Carol fluff.
You had been playing bridge with Carol for a few weeks now. The two of you sort of hitting it off once she found out you could play really well. You had grown closer to one another in that time period, seeing a side of Carol that you were sure very few people ever got the chance to. Sure the woman was a good twenty something years older than you, but you began to see her as a really close friend. Sometimes your mind wandering off to thoughts of her that made you consider maybe it was more than that, maybe you had grown to have romantic feelings for her.
You couldn’t be sure of her feelings towards you, you knew she confided in you and shared memories of her past with you. You were sure that meant a great deal to Carol since she was usually so guarded and closed off from expressing anything personal of hers. So, you had figured she liked you well enough to think of you as her friend also.
Things had become strained lately, an awkward tension between the two of you. You had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with what happened in the showers a few days ago.
The both of you sat next to each other on the bench of the shower room, wrapped in nothing but towels. You and carol had your weekly “spa” time, sipping on the homemade hooch of hers while one of her lackeys stood watch outside the door.
Having drank too much of it and quickly becoming tipsy, the conversation turned to old crushes and lovers.
“I haven’t been kissed since high school.” She admitted to you. “Some gross boy my sophomore year planted a sloppy one on me behind the gym after school. First and i guess last.” She let out a dry chuckle.
“Come on Carol, that can’t be you’re only experience, you cant give up like that. You have to know what a proper kiss feels like.” The hooch making you giggle like an idiot.
“Yeah, like that would ever happen in here.” She scoffed bitterly, taking another sip from the bottle.
“I would.” You said turning to look at her on a serious note. “Kiss you, i mean.” You clarified.
Nervously gulping down the sip she just took, she meets your gaze, eyebrow cocked and head tilted with a slight blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks.
“You’re drunk.” She states, looking away.
“Tipsy maybe, but come on, I’m serious. You’re attractive, got that bad ass swagger, what’s not to like?” You grin at her.
“Now I know you’re just drunk bullshitting me.” She shakes her head with a smirk.
“Bulltrue.” You throw her famous statement back at her.
Taken aback, knowing that meant you were being completely honest, she turns to face you again.
“I’m serious.” you repeat again.
Reaching your hand out slowly, you reach up and cup her cheek. Flicking your gaze from her eyes to her lips, silently asking permission, she gives you a small nod.
Leaning in close, you stop for a second to graze your lips to hers. Carol sucks in a breath in anticipation, and you softly meet her lips. Taking her lips in between yours in a gentle kiss, you hold her there for moment before you begin to move your lips against hers.
You swallow the breath she lets out into your mouth as she reciprocates and you deepen the kiss. One hand still resting on her cheek, you move the other to her hip, pulling her closer.
She lets out a small moan of satisfaction, wrapping the arm she isn’t holding the hooch in around you waist.
Pulling back, you smile at her, noticing her blush had deepend, whether from thr kiss or alcohol or both you can’t tell. She stares into your eyes intently, brows slightly furrowed in thought but otherwise her expression blank.
Just as fast as the moment came it passed as Hellman rounded the corner yelling.
“Denning, spa time’s over! You need to come reign Badison in before i throw her ass into ad seg!”
“Fucking what is it this time.” She snarls as she stands to go get changed back into her uniform.
Since then it seemed she had been avoiding you. Figuring you had took it too far, you figured it was best to give her space until she had time to process it. But by day three of her not talking to you, only grunting in response, and not even looking your direction unless it was a quick glance when she thought you weren’t looking, you began to grow antsy.
Gently knocking on the frame of her cell door where she sat in her bunk, flipping through a magazine, you softly say “Hey.”
“Hey.” She replies, not even looking up.
Walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed, giving her enough space to feel comfortable you say again “Hey, Carol, look at me.”
“Since when do you tell me what to do? And who the fuck do you think you are waltzing into my cell and sitting on my bed?” She snarls at you.
“Since you haven’t spoken a single word to me in days.” You retort back at her.
“When did you become so needy? I got other shit going on besides talking to you? You got hurt feelings? Christ you’re sounding like Badison now.”
That was the last straw, the Badison remark sending you over the edge.
“No, i think you’re just avoiding me since we kissed. I think you’re attracted to me too and i think it scares you.” You spit out without thinking.
She flies towards you with lighting speed, shoving you up against the bed frame, knocking your head into the metal.
Placing her hand over your throat while she hovers above you she tells you “Listen here you little shit, i ain’t scared of fucking nothing. Especially some punk ass bitch like you. You think you’re so desirable that i just can’t help but to be attracted to you? You’re mighty fucking conceited.”
You shove her arm away from your throat, and lean in, getting in her face, leaving mere inches between you.
“Yeah, i do Carol. I’ve seen the way you watch me and i damn sure heard the moan you let out when i kissed you too.”
Growling she tries to shove you back again, failing as you catch her hand mid way, gripping her wrist in your hand. She stares you down, lip curled and breath heavy with anger and what you can figure as a hint of lust, as you notice her pupils dialated too.
You yank at her wrist, pulling her down to you as you roughly kiss her. She hesitates at first, attempting to pull away, but you hold steady until she gives in. Releasing her wrist, you grab at her hips, pulling her down to straddle you. Her hand flies up to your hair, tugging hard on it as she roughly kisses you back, biting at your bottom lip.
She sits back as you pull away, both of you breathing ragged at the intense moment.
“Carol,” you say, her expression softening at the sound of you saying her name, “i promise you can trust me. I’m not going to fuck you over or hurt you. I care about you, i really do.”
Her tight grip on your hair loosens as she sits even farther back, her eyes downcast, contemplating your words. A moment passes before she looks up at you again.
“You promise?” She asks softly.
“I promise.” You state again, staring directly into her steel blue eyes, placing a hand on her face to run your thumb over her cheekbone.
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