”Oh God, N-Nicky,” she cries out and doesn’t even realize that she’s moaning out the older woman’s first name. ”Please-please don’t s-stop!”

Nicky smirks, repeating the same motion and adding more pressure. ”Oh, believe me…I won’t, kid; I won’t stop until you collapse to your knees from the intensity of pleasure you’ll experience.”

The next morning, Nicky wakes up with a smile on her face. She makes her bed – something she barely ever cares to do – and gets out her journal. As she begins to jot things down in it, she’s interrupted by the sound of her bunk-mate’s footsteps coming into their shared cube. ”Wow, this is a first. Never see you up so early and your bed made without being reminded,” the blonde observes, staring over at Nicky. A smirk grows on her face, though, realizing she must have finally gotten laid. ”Oh shit, you had sex with Morello, didn’t you?”

”We sure fuckin’ did. Best sex I’ve had in a long while,” Nicky smirks, writing everything down in her journal (or as she likes to refer to it, her fuck book). ”God – only one orgasm and she’s a puddle of emotions! Never seen someone quite like her.”

Tricia sits down beside her and lets out a chuckle. ”Figures. She probably never even had sex before – she looks like one of those church-goers. You really work miracles, Nicky; you can get almost any fucking women to have sex with you.” She shakes her head, smirking at her friend.

”Hey, I can’t help that I’m a chick magnet,” Nicky jokes, staring over at the blonde. ”And besides, she sure as hell didn’t complain! In fact, she practically begged me not to stop.”

Plopping in the chair beside Lorna, Nicky gives a smile. ”Mornin’ kid. How was your night – get some sleep?” She gives a playful wink as she wraps an arm around her shoulder.

Lorna looks around nervously, relieved that no one else has made it to their table yet. She glances back at the redhead and gives her a small smile. ”Yeah, I actually did. I had a nice time with you last night. Thanks for that, Nicky – can I call you that or you rather I stick with your last name?” She whispers, not wanting anyone else to hear. Coming from a Catholic background, sleeping with a person out of wedlock was frowned upon and even more so when that person is the same gender as one’s self.