Hi all, recently I’ve been getting a lot of messages again requesting that I update this fic and I apologise for just leaving it but because everybody has been so sweet I have decided to continue it. An update will hopefully be posted this weekend (I work a lot and find it difficult to get sitting down to write)
Thank you all for your lovely messages and I can’t wait to add another chapter because who doesn’t love Flaritza, right? :)
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A/N Sooo sorry for the delay, so busy with work this weather and this chapter isn’t great but i’ve got all the ideas in line so don’t worry and I will have another chapter up tomorrow. Thank you all for the support :) Hope you enjoy.
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Maritza and Flaca stood beside each other as they washed the dishes, silence lay heavy among the pair. Flaca looked around her and when she realised it was just the two of them alone she began to speak.
“Hey Maritza…this is kinda weird right?” Maritza looked up to meet the taller girl’s eyes. Flaca noticed the hurt in them and quickly added, “No, no like don’t get me wrong I do like this, whatever this is but I mean it’s weird because it’s so out of the blue.”
Maritza exhaled heavily and nodded, “I know, it is but Flaca I like this. Whatever this is. But, if you don’t I’d rather you say now, I don’t want us to get deep into this and it turn our friendship to shit if you’re not comfortable,”
Flaca raised one of her soapy wet hands and grabbed the older girl’s one and gave it a quick squeeze, “I like this too,” she smiled and quickly pecked Maritza on the lips. “It feels right,”
It was Saturday evening and once every two weeks as a reward for good behaviour Mr Caputo allowed the inmates to have time out of their dormitories to gather in the main hall to watch a film and all day both Maritza and Flaca were excited for this as they kept referring to it as their ‘first date.’
“No, no I’M gonna be the one to pick you up!” exclaimed Flaca smiling brightly at Maritza. “No, I wanna pick you up!” laughed the other girl. The two were sitting in their dorm together playfully arguing who would pick who up for their date. Flaca stood up and made her way out of the dormitory and walked back in strutting from side to side and extended her hand to Maritza, “Hey babe, let me take you on the best date of your life,” in a deep voice. Maritza couldn’t help but laugh at how funny Flaca was and placed her hand on the other girl’s. “Well, when you say it like that how could I resist?” she giggled while pulling the taller girl into a hug.
The hour finally came and the prison officers rounded up the girls into a line to escort them to the main hall for the movie. Maritza wrapped her pinky finger around Flaca’s and Flaca gave her a strange look. “I saw this shit on Glee, it’s like romantic and stuff!” Flaca laughed in return and gave the girl a quick kiss on the shoulder when she made sure nobody was looking. They took their seats in the hall beside their usual group – Gloria, Daya and Aleida. As the lights turned down Maritza assumed that it was safe to rest her head on Flaca’s shoulder – both girls did it all the time anyway, but Flaca sneakily put her hand on the older girls lap gently tracing random shapes with her finger on her leg.
Soon the hall was filled with silence as the movie began to play, the title ‘Marley & Me’ appeared on the projector screen and Maritza couldn’t help but roll her eyes and sigh. “I hate this shit.” Flaca looked at her a bit disappointed, it was their first date and she wanted Maritza to enjoy it so she thought of a plan. She removed her hand from Maritza’s lap and moved her lips to her ear slightly grazing it while whispering, “How about we continue what we started earlier?” and lightly licked the ear before pulling away smile towards the screen. Maritza couldn’t believe how her ear was burning, the sensation of Flaca’s tongue was enough to send her into a desperation panic of ripping her clothes off. Not even whispering she said, “What are we waiting for?” eager to be alone with Flaca.
Flaca stood up and Maritza followed, causing a strange look from Gloria. “Mr. Bennetttt,” Flaca flirtatiously said to the officer she knew was the easiest and kindest in the prison. “Yes, Miss Gonzales, can I help you?” he asked, knowing these two girls wanted something. “Maritza ain’t feeling too good, you know, like lady times and all that, can we go to the bathroom? It’s just we’re afraid it will leak through her…“ Bennet grew red in the face, obviously embarrassed by this conversation so he cut Flaca off mid- sentence. “That’s enough, yes alright go but don’t be too long,” he answered not even looking at them.
The two girls basically ran down to the Block C showers so they could finally get their hands on each other, they had literally just stepped foot in the place when Flaca slammed Maritza up against the cold hard tiles and kissed her passionately before also removing the smaller girls top, exposing her toned tanned stomach and black bra. Both were so deep in the kiss that they lost sense of where they were. Flaca’s top was removed and just as she was about to undo Maritza’s bra as she kissed her neck, a small husky voice could be heard from the doorway.
“Well, well well. Looks like Litchfield is infested with this lesbian lifestyle. You two need Jesus!” exclaimed the prison’s Meth head turned Christian Prophet/ healer, Tiffany Doggett.
“Shit,” breathed out Maritza, still breathless from what had just happened.
“Shit is about to go down,” exclaimed Doggett, removing a crucifix from her pocket.
“On your knees, sinners,”
Thank you so much, made me smile! :) Will have chapter 3 up tonight, sorry about the delay in updates. x
Tonighttttt ;) x
Thank you! Chapter 3 tonight ;) x
Thank you so much :) So sorry about no update for the past few days, I’m working a lot of hours but one will be up tonight :) x
Thank you! Well chapter 2 has just been posted so I hope you like it! :) x
Thank you! Chapter 2 is up now, hope you enjoy :) x
A/N Just wanted to say thank you for all the feedback so far, anyone who has liked the fic, followed the blog or who has took time to send me a message - it motivates me to write more. Also, I am open to suggestions. Plus, I will let you in on a little spoiler of what I have in mind, there is going to be a big sad moment coming up that will really test this girls relationship and friendship.
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“Flaca, I’m in love with you,”
Suddenly, Flaca’s eyes shot open. She still had her back to the other girl and she was lying so still she was pretty sure she had forgotten how to breathe.
In love with me? She has to be drunk, I mean I guess I’m curious about her but man I never knew Maritza was into chicas.
Flaca continued to lay still and decided it would be best to pretend she was asleep and didn’t hear anything, she had no idea what sort of response she could have for Maritza to that and after all this girl is her best friend and she doesn’t want to lose that.
Across the room Maritza sighed, she took this as a sign from above that now was not the right time to tell Flaca, genuinely believing that the other girl is asleep. Grabbing the thin blanket Maritza lay down and prayed that sleep would soon come to her because her mind was driving her loco with Flaca thoughts.
Running through her mind was the day both her and Flaca met.
*Flashback*
“How many newbies have we got today then?” asked Mendez to one of the other prison officers who had just walked in with the new arrivals. “Um, let’s see. We have two, both from the Latin community, in for separate offences,” replied Bennett while looking at his clipboard containing the information on the newest inmates. “We have twenty-three year old Maritza Ramoz. Sentenced to seven years for armed robbery of a…” he squints to make sure he is reading the offence properly, “a pizza fast food joint!” both Bennett and Mendez erupt into laughter but Maritza is not amused. “I like Pizza alright? What’s the fuckin’ problem?” The laughter quickly stops and Medez grabs the small girls arm tightly, “We’ll have none of your attitude here inmate, do you understand?”
“Hey isn’t that not like police brutality or something?” chirped up the taller girl who was waiting to have her inmate photo taken after Maritza. “Leave her alone, you’re probably hurting her and that ain’t cool,” Mendez shot the other girl a look and walked up to her slowly until his nose was almost hers and looked her straight in the eye. “Bennett, who is this and what makes her think she has the right to tell me what I can and cannot do?” The prison officer quickly gets the other girls information from the other sheet on his clipboard. “Sir, this is Marisol Gonzales and she…” “Flaca, call me Flaca I ain’t gonna answer to no Marisol shit, do I look ninety to you?”
Maritza giggled, she really liked this girl so far. She had attitude and Maritza respected that, she really hoped her and this girl could be friends. “She is twenty-two years old…,” Bennett continued “and is sentenced to twenty years here in prison for the manslaughter of the biggest drug dealer in her community.” “Yo, how many times do I have to say that shit was an accident? I thought it was the loan shark coming that’s why I shot him!” Mendez rolled his eyes, he could tell these two would be a handful. “Right, let’s get you two acquainted with Litchfield,”
*End of Flashback*
“RISE AND SHINE LADIES!!!” shouted O’ Neill as he walked through each dormitories to wake the inmates up. “Come on, especially you kitchen crew hit the showers and let’s go!”
The sun shone through the small window and Maritza squinted when she awoke, allowing her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light. She glanced over the other side of the room and saw Flaca propping herself up on her bed. “Morning” croaked Maritza smiling. Flaca was rubbing her eyes before yawning a good morning in reply. Maritza laughed at the younger girl, “You dumbass, you forgot to take your makeup off last night now your eyeliner is everywhere!” “Haha, oh shit! Let’s go shower before the queue gets big,”
Both Flaca and Maritza walked to Block A showers together, there was no awkwardness between them, as if nothing had happened last night, as if it was just another normal day for the two of them. The only difference is, both girls minds were racing with thoughts on the whole incident but both were too scared to say anything now that they don’t have the excuse of “Oh! I was drunk!”
When the girls reached Block A shower room there were already a queue of inmates included Gloria and Daya. “Eh you two! Why you always so late, huh? You better get your asses to work in time at the kitchen or you two are on dish washing duty!” hissed Gloria. “Chill, Gloria. We’ll go to Block C showers, we’ll see you at the kitchen in half an hour,” reasoned Maritza.
The two girls walked to Block C showers and were surprised when they saw absolutely nobody else there. “Where’s all the other bitches?” asked Flaca looking around. “Oh, only one shower works here I think, remember the pipes got fucked up here?” replied Maritza, “Do you wanna go first? I don’t mind waiting!”
Flaca had an idea in mind but she didn’t know how Maritza would respond, judging by her confession last night Flaca assumes she’ll say yes but she’s also thinking to herself what does this mean for her? She knows Maritza is the most beautiful girl in prison, is always kept immaculate each day, plus they were best friends so Flaca knew this wouldn’t be weird or awkward so she just blurted it out.
“Let’s just go together,”
Maritza’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help but wear a smile on her face. “Eh, only ‘cos we don’t have enough time for separate showers like,” quickly added Flaca, trying to convince herself that it is the only reason why she suggested this. “Yeah, of course totally,” agreed Maritza.
Both stripped completely naked and stood in front of each other, it wasn’t weird they had seen each other without clothes on before but somehow this time was different. Maritza looked at Flaca, really looked at her and noticed things she had never noticed about the girl before, like how she had a small tattoo of angel wings on her hipbone and what looked like a scar from appendicitis on her lower right part of her stomach. Maritza believed this girl looked beautiful.
“Hope the water isn’t too cold,” Flaca said while nervously giggling. The two girls stepped in and Maritza turned on the tap. Quite warm water soon rained over the girls, their bodies were touching because of the small space where they had to stand and it was very hard not to brush up against each other. Flaca looked down into Maritza’s eyes and Maritza looked up to meet hers and the next thing she felt was Flaca wrapping her arms around her waist and she lowered herself to kiss the smaller girls lips. Flaca couldn’t help herself, this girl was just so beautiful and having her like this right now was just irresistible. Before things got too steamy Big Boo walks in and the two Latina’s quickly separate from each other and Flaca indicates to Maritza to hide so the smaller girl bends down out of sight from Big Boo.
“Yo, this the only shower here that works and I ain’t done,” shouted Flaca. “It’s okay, I can wait, I’m sure you will be done soon,” replied Boo, leaning against the tiled bathroom wall. “No, you fuckin’ won’t. Can’t you see I like my privacy man? Leave now or I won’t serve you no dinner for a month, puta!” Boo backed away and began to leave the bathroom, “Okay, okay I’m leaving. Jeez don’t go loco on me you Mexican bitch!”
Maritza laughed and rose up smiling at Flaca, “So where were we?” and went to kiss Flaca again. “Wait, shit what time is it?” Both girls looked at each other and realised they were late.
After getting ready as quick as they could they ran to the kitchen and was met by a stern faced Gloria. She only uttered a few words to them. “Dish washing duty,”
Both girls looked at each other, “So worth it,” whispered Flaca.
To be continued :)
Each day in Litchfield prison was the same, day in, day out. But, today was Valentine’s Day and Officer Healey agreed to allow the inmates to throw a small gathering to mark the occasion. Flaca and Maritza were prepared to take full advantage of this and try and have the most fun they could.
“Hey, is there anywhere we could get something to liven this up a bit?” asked Flaca, clearly already bored with the pop music that was playing on the CD player, unsatisfied that it wasn’t her favourite band ‘The Smiths’
“Here, take this. But, don’t get caught! You understand me? I ain’t getting put in the SHU for both your stupidity!” warned Gloria as she handed Maritza a flask of some concoction that would most certainly make the evening a little more fun…and bearable.
“Gee, thanks! Come on, Maritza, let’s have our own private party!” giggled Flaca while grabbing the smaller girls hand and leading her into the back of the kitchen out of sight from the guards.
Maritza’s heart started beating faster, she could feel her cheeks burning and was conscious of her hand that was in Flaca’s as she knew it was probably becoming sweaty. This is what she didn’t understand, lately her best friend was having this strange effect on her and she didn’t know why. Pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind and how she was feeling, Maritza wore a big smile on her face, excited to have a night with her best friend – a gossip and a drink, normal best friends do that, right? All is normal!
“Hey, help me up! You know I’m a short ass, tonta!” whined Maritza as she struggled to get up on the kitchen counter. Flaca laughed and extended her hand to help the shorter girl up. “You’re so cute!” she giggled. Maritza could feel her face burn up again and she tried to hide the massive smile that crept on her face when Flaca said that, realising that best friends do not react that way to compliments.
The girls both took it in turns to take a swig from the flask and it wasn’t long before the started to feel its effects. “Woah, this shit is strong!” exclaimed Maritza, passing it back to Flaca who took another gulp of the liquid. “But it’s good shit!” she laughed.
The evening progressed and because of it being Valentine’s Day the subject landed on love and relationships. Maritza was aware that Flaca was involved with some guy on the outside named Ian and honestly it made her skin crawl everytime she thought about it. But, when Flaca picked up the cookie with his name printed on it with icing and flung it across the kitchen exclaiming “Asshole!” Maritza was relieved. She knew these feelings she was having for her best friend were strange and new to her, she had never experienced them before, she didn’t even have as strong feelings for her baby daddy, there’s something so mesmerizing about Flaca.
Noticing that Flaca was upset broke Maritza’s heart. This girl was too beautiful not to smile and be happy so she tried her best to cheer her up. “You know what gets me? We’re wasting the best years of our lives in here. Like, our tits are never gonna look better. Our asses are never gonna look better. You know, no one is touching my ass, no one is kissing my lips,” Flaca smiled and Maritza’s heart fluttered when she seen it. “Shit…I’ll kiss your dumb lips”
Maritza could have sworn her heart stopped for a split second, her stomach had erupted into a million butterflies and her eyes widened. Flaca moved in and gave Maritza a pure innocent kiss on the lips. For that split second Maritza felt things she had never felt before, now she knew… she was in love with her best friend. Before she even realised what she was saying she blurted out, “Do it again,”
Flaca didn’t hesitate she pressed her lips against the other girls and her hands combed through Maritza’s hair, this kiss was different, it was full of passion and desire. Soon their tongues entered each other’s mouths. Maritza knew for sure she wanted her best friend. Just before Maritza could move her hands further south, Flaca broke the kiss and busted out laughing.
“Nooo,” she tried to say between giggling. A bit taken aback and extremely hurt Maritza didn’t want to seem more into it than Flaca and quickly joined in with the laughing “Definitely not,” she lied.
The evening progressed and the girls had to join the rest of the inmates to be counted up before it was lights out and bed time. Maritza’s lips were still tingling from the kiss, but she could not let on this affected her in anyway. She was one of the toughest Latina girls in prison, plus she never considered herself a lesbian, was it just Flaca who made her feel this way? Hundreds of thoughts were racing through her mind but Flaca grabbing her hand snapped her out of them, “Man, you must be super tired, I was telling you all about my favourite Smiths album and you just zoned out!” Maritza just rolled her eyes, trying to act like her normal self. “You know I think that’s pussy music!”
“Right ladies, get into your dorms, lights out in 10 minutes!” exclaimed a prison officer who was walking up and down between the rooms of the inmates. Flaca and Maritza both share a dorm and right now for Maritza it was torture seeing Flaca stand there in her underwear right in front her, she could not get the kiss out of her mind but it seemed like Flaca had forgotten about it already
The lights went out and the only lighting they had was from the moon that was coming through the tiny barred windows. Maritza stared from across the room at how it gently illuminated Flaca’s face. “Night night, sweet dreams,” yawned Flaca before turning in her bed so her back would be facing Maritza. “Sweet dreams,” Maritza whispered back.
Flaca had her eyes closed, she wasn’t asleep yet but she was thinking about what happened this evening. She never saw Maritza in that way before but after that kiss she may have to rethink the situation. I mean, we are best friends. We spend all the time together anyway…She’d never be up for it though Flaca thought.
In the other bed, Maritza was tossing and turning, she couldn’t get to sleep. These thoughts were eating her alive, she just wanted to be able to hold Flaca and it was torture that she’s lying only a few feet away and she can’t touch her. So she did the unthinkable. She didn’t know if this was the drink giving her the courage or if she was just being brave but she sat up in bed and inhaled deeply.
“Flaca…I’m in love with you,” Suddenly, Flaca’s eyes shot open.
To be contined if I get positive feedback! :) Sorry if it’s terrible, it was quickly put together.