| Welcome to Nikki And Helen. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| The Reality of Paradise; Helen and Nikki fic | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 14 2006, 05:48 PM (20,965 Views) | |
| richard | Dec 14 2006, 05:48 PM Post #1 |
|
Enhanced
|
A/N: Credits to Shed Production for the loan of these characters without which this fic could not have been written – also to the quote from the Women in Prison website, http://www.womeninprison.org.uk/ I would also like to thank my fellow writer Kristine who betaed this and that this fic is very likely to have had origins in the Bad Girls Series 1-2 discussions. I am happy to accept comment, but am not looking for any criticism (negative or positive) either publically or privately--only general encouragement PART ONE The late afternoon sunshine slanted down into the street. The busy cars were propelled onwards in their never-ending journey round London. The party people were doing their usual routines in the club just yards away and the graphically designed sign “Chix” invited the eager, the hungry, the hopeful and the resolutely single to enter its doors. The two women locked in a passionate embrace were oblivious to everything around them. For that glorious moment of freedom meant that both of them had only eyes for each other. Nothing else mattered. Nikki was incredibly aroused by how much passion was let off the leash in the smaller woman as she pressed herself up against her and her tongue was deep inside her mouth. She could feel Helen’s fingers softly stroking her hair and in turn she held the other woman close to her. They were interlocked for ages, oblivious to everything. Both of them ran their hands sensually over each other’s bodies, black cloth next to red leather and denim. Time’s minutes and the hour’s little hand had fallen off the clock and that need to segment time for future happenings was abolished. All there was in the world was that urgent desire for physical contact, to reassure each other that at last they were as one. It was reluctantly that they finally moved slightly apart, both of them shiny eyed, and breathless, and hardly being able to believe in the sight of each other. “Suppose we go somewhere else, darling,” Nikki murmured. ”We can’t stay here all day, can we?” In answer, Helen slid her arm round the taller woman’s waist as they walked back in the direction of the club and paused. Undifferentiated feelings of desire ran through them but neither of them knew for a moment just exactly what to do. The world had shifted violently on its axis in such a short period of time that it took time for both of them to assimilate it all. It was Nikki that started the first tentative plan for both of them. Immense feelings of satisfaction ran through her nervous system that, yes she had the right to do this. She was a free woman, after all. “I’ll fetch my things from the club. Be right back, Helen,” Nikki said softly at last. There was a little smile on her face and a light in her eyes. Helen stood awhile leaning limply against a pillar, watching the world go by. The streets were deserted and gave those London streets that peculiar loneliness. The big city was no friend to those who hadn’t got friends or lovers around them or any purpose in life. She was off the frantic revolving wheel of the madness of life at Larkhall. She gazed into the distance and her obvious proposition echoed back to her ‘I want a woman. So simple, so final but how much heart searching it had taken to get there let alone the fact that the question needed asking in the first place. A momentary shiver of worry ran through her. Suppose Nikki had disappeared? Suppose that she would never see her again? A spasm of fear ran through her until she felt those light fingers brush against her shoulders and her heart jumped with relief. “My mobile library and my clothes, pretty knackered from years of prison washing machines,” joked Nikki. “What are we doing? I suppose we’re not going back for a drink after all, but we’re going somewhere else, aren’t we,” Nikki mumbled. “Back to my flat when we can grab a cab,” Helen answered in determined tones. “Your place rather than mine. That sounds good enough as I haven’t got one.” Helen’s carrying voice managed to hail down a black cab and both of them collapsed into the back seat. Helen rattled out the directions and, for the second time that day, Nikki was whisked away to her future, this time away from Nikki’s ex- girlfriend with whom it had once appeared she would be reunited. While Helen’s shapely hands closed around Nikki’s, the other woman was pale and quiet. “What’s wrong, Nikki?” that softly spoken concerned voice whispered into her ear as Helen leaned close up to her. “It’s the cab. It was only a few hours ago that Trish took me from court to the club and, here I am, with you by my side. It feels strange being whizzed around in a cab after three years inside,” Nikki’s tired voice answered as she put her hand to her forehead. Helen slid her arm round Nikki’s shoulders to part comfort, part hold her while the cab driver in his driving shell studiously studied the road ahead. They were oblivious to him as indeed they were to people about them. They were not answerable to them or to any rules they might choose to set. Helen was up high with their freedom to do as they will and Nikki felt the same, sort of when she learned to not look out of the window. Presently, they turned the corner and an iconic, many times remembered surroundings leapt into view. The only difference was that it was broad daylight. How many times could Nikki remember desperately pacing up the front steps to Helen’s front door and, precious hours later, overfull of love and affection, she had slipped out with Helen to her car. “I can remember this street, this flat …..just as I last saw it. It’s there for me, for us.” ”We’re home, sweetheart.” Helen smiled broadly. Nikki visibly melted. Both words had such a strong, powerful, centring effect on her. Helen reached forward to the window and paid the driver, then grabbed hold of one of Nikki’s plastic bags and steadied Nikki as she stepped uncertainly out of the cab. There was somehow a slightly cleaner, fresher air round here or was it her own senses that were coming alive? As Nikki walked carefully up the steps, Helen slid ahead and, with a slightly shaking hand, turned the key in the lock. The large door opened silently and, mouth open, Nikki could not believe how easy it was to enter. Everything in her life, which she had to strive for, was now suddenly opening up for her so easily. Smiling, Helen gave a ceremonious bow, holding the wide open door. “Everything is exactly as I’ve pictured it,” breathed Nikki, a look of wonder on her face. “Excerpt that there’s nothing stopping you being here. Not now.” Came the gentle reply. “You remembered?” “As if I could ever forget that night, Nikki. Welcome to our home.” Dazed, Nikki shook her head. Helen’s words set the deal on the dramatic change around in their fortunes. Helen looked the same as she did when she was here last but in so many ways, so different. She wasn’t an employee of the Home Office any more. She was just Helen. “You’re right. I like the word ‘our.’ It sounds so good,” Nikki grinned.” You show me the way so I can put my bags down somewhere.” As Nikki passed through the flat, she marvelled that her memories started flooding back. Everything was just so real and the colours so intense. At one time, she would have sworn that they were locked up in a trunk in the deepest portion of her mind. “This was the window I hammered at….. and this was the sofa where we lay together and this is the bedroom where…….” Nikki began to say until she saw Helen’s eyes focused intensely on her. Nikki dropped her bags on the floor and with it, her long black coat. As the two women moved towards each other into a soft embrace, the words, that was then but this is now, danced around in Nikki’s mind. With slightly shaking fingers, Nikki gently eased the zip down Helen’s red leather jacket while Helen’s fingers unbuttoned Nikki’s shirt. Her heart was pounding as, so effortlessly, she had revisited territory that, last time around, it had taken mountains to move. They slid each others’ clothes off in a trail that led to that very same bed. Nikki eased herself above Helen and ran a line of kisses down Helen’s neck and her skin felt alive to the touch of Helen’s fingertips along the contours of her back. Helen was acutely aware of every move Nikki was making, the tenderness with which her tongue and lips caressed her skin. Helen moaned softly as her own passion gradually built up within her and her body started to move as the other woman delicately explored her hardening nipples. The smoothness of Nikki’s skin against her was a sensual joy. A feeling of delight soared in Helen as Nikki’s lips slid further down her body. She couldn’t wait for the climax of her pleasure to come. At last, Nikki reached the source of all her pleasures and her soaring passion was illuminated by incredible feelings of tenderness as Nikki’s lovemaking was so gentle and caring. This wasn’t the fast and furious lovemaking of before, both of them driven to the desperation of the one and only night together before they must return to Larkhall and their normal guises. This time, both of them instinctively took their time but all restraints and constraints were off. Nikki knew just how she felt and Helen’s fingers ruffled the tousled hair of the other woman and stroked her back and shoulders as she was taken all the way over the top. God, if it weren’t for that night they slept with each other, she would never have known that such pleasure existed. So this was why she fell in love with Nikki way back when, she became capable of thought and had got her breath back. “I want to make love to you all night long,” Helen breathed against the skin of Nikki’s neck. “Just you try and stop me.” There was no awkwardness or hesitation as Helen’s body moved on top and Nikki lay on her back ready to receive her lover. “I’m ever so sorry but I have to go to the toilet.” Nikki said in an apologetic tone of voice from out of the dim light many hours later. “Of course.” Helen laughed. As Nikki slipped out, she revealed her shapeliness to Helen as she reclined against the pillow. Everywhere was quiet and calm and Helen felt at peace with herself as time flowed free. It must have been ages since they went to bed but time was at its most irrelevant. A moonbeam slanted in through the bedroom windows as Nikki returned. “God, you’re gorgeous, Nikki.” “You like what you see,” Nikki smiled as she slowly paced her way back towards the bed. “You look like someone out of a movie. I swear to God that I can’t keep my hands off you.” came Helen’s reply, her voice husky with desire. She pulled Nikki close to her and slid on top of her. Helen’s hunger for the taste of her was insatiable, more so than she could ever imagine. It was later as Helen lay sleepily in the depths of her, no their, bed, their passion finally spent. She gently cuddled Nikki next to her. “You’re incredible, Helen.” “So are you.” “I can’t believe that we’re finally here at last.” “Our lives begin from here, sweetheart. Everything up till now has just been a rehearsal.” Nikki sleepily caressed Helen’s shoulder and sleepily kissed her on her cheek. They were both tired out in a blissful way. They settled down next to each other, shuffled the quilt straight and drifted off into the most profound, undisturbed sleep that neither of them had known before for a long while. |
![]() |
|
| JCole8 | Dec 14 2006, 08:16 PM Post #2 |
|
Up to Basic
|
great short story R...love the detail! Jxx |
|
AB: You play with your necklace alot. S: Nervous habit... AB: Do I Make You Nervous? | |
![]() |
|
| zena | Dec 14 2006, 11:21 PM Post #3 |
I said SIT IN THAT CHAIR
|
Loved it, this was always my favorite part of the series.
|
![]() |
|
| SexySimone | Dec 15 2006, 02:29 AM Post #4 |
|
G2 landing
|
Great story.
|
![]() |
|
| ali baba | Dec 15 2006, 09:07 AM Post #5 |
G2 landing
|
Well done Richard, a great short story.
|
![]() |
|
| sandancer55 | Dec 15 2006, 11:50 AM Post #6 |
Up to Basic
|
Short, but very sweet. Thank you.
|
![]() |
|
| richard | Dec 15 2006, 06:31 PM Post #7 |
|
Enhanced
|
I'm incredibly touched by all your very kind feedback and really pleased that this piece has been so well received by you all. This piece is part of a ten part piece which I've written and I am putting up in stages as they are being betaed. |
![]() |
|
| richard | Dec 15 2006, 06:33 PM Post #8 |
|
Enhanced
|
PART TWO First thing in the morning for Nikki was one where her eyelids peeked open, trying to make sense of a brand new day. This was no exception. This bed was much fluffier, more padded, smelt fresh and clean and it seemed to stretch for miles. All her surroundings were brilliant white and made her feel good. This really didn’t feel like Larkhall, Nikki thought for a moment as she lay on her back until she glanced sideways. It was only then that she noticed the smooth sleek back and what looked like a medium length bob cut. It couldn’t be, she exclaimed to herself in wonder. She propped herself up on her elbow and glanced down at that well remembered face, that straight nose and expressive mouth. Of course, she smiled to herself, it’s Helen. It’s where I should be, where I have dreamed of being for so many lonely nights than she cared to think of. She sighed with relief, turned over and snuggled up behind her as the memories of their tender lovemaking flooded back to her waking mind. Everything was all right after all. She could go back to sleep and get up whenever she wanted. For one second, instinct made her think that someone, somewhere would call out to her to say it was time to get dressed and head for the showers. Then she realized that she was free from that demand on her. It brought on that feeling of peace and inner calm that she had not known for an infinity of time and it told her that she had no need to hurry for any external voice she might hear in her head. She could decide for herself. Giving Helen a little squeeze, she floated along in a pure white dream that took her back to sleep. “Want a cup of tea and toast, Nikki?” that well-remembered voice spoke in her dreams. ”What do you say to breakfast in bed?” Nikki stretched full length in the bed and opened her eyes and gave a broad smile. In the context of her past life, that sounded like the most decadent luxury imaginable. The self-satisfied sounds that emerged from her throat was answer enough. Helen slipped out of bed and while Nikki lay back contentedly. Nikki lay outside of consciousness of time passing and events moving while Helen took herself into the kitchen. Nikki’s sharp ears caught Helen softly humming to herself and the unconscious melody floated in the air. It was a strand that located Helen in space and spoke of sheer contentment and peace of mind. Presently, the smell of toast wafted through the air and Helen drifted back, wearing that white dressing gown in which Nikki had pictured her so often. She placed it on that small bedside table. Nikki had to pinch herself that this was no dream, this was reality that she had no need to awaken from. “Mmmmm,” murmured Nikki as she slid her arms round Helen’s neck and planted a long luxurious kiss on her lips. “Service with a smile,” laughed Helen gaily. ”I used to temp as a waitress when I was a poverty stricken student. Bet you didn’t know that.” “There’s so much I don’t know, sweetheart.” “We’ve all the time in the world to get to know each other the way I want us to.” The flashing light of Helen’s gaiety changed suddenly to a dreamy gaze into the far off distance out the window. She turned her head and her large eyes looked into Nikki’s soul. If she had been standing up, she would have gone weak at the knees. “Anyway, breakfast time.” “Toast and marmite,” mused Nikki, looking at the jar.” I used to have that when I was a kid.” Everything felt so civilized, as if they were on a desert island all their own. Nikki’s senses were hyper acute. Even an ordinary cup of tea tasted sharp and fresh while the Marmite spiced texture of the home bake bread was a real treat for the senses. This was the ultimate in living life as opposed to enduring it as she had done for so long. “What do we do, do we have to go anywhere, do anything, Helen?” “Whatever we feel like. I’m not going anywhere in a hurry.” Nikki lay back in the bed with a big smile on her face. This was the life, she reflected, as she lazed in bed with the woman she loved at her side. It was only hours later that her native curiosity prompted her to properly explore the flat. Even for November, the weather was bright outside and she caught a glimpse of the back garden. This looked promising. “Lets go outside, the day is so fresh, so new. It would be a shame not to see it.” “Just as you wish, sweetheart.” This was a familiar sight to her and had seen better days. She would be the first to admit that she was no gardener but it might be interesting seeing her flat through Nikki’s eyes. She grabbed a long woollen scarf, slipped on a thick overcoat and was thankful for them when the cold air hit her. “Your garden’s lovely, Helen, or it will be when I get to work on it,” Nikki exclaimed, leading the way through the back door. The overgrown grass and the bedraggled bushes didn’t deter her in the slightest. Helen made her way down the steps leading to the back garden. Nikki had shot on ahead and scurried round the neglected evergreen plants and overgrown lawn. She had immediately laid claim to this empire as the successor to her beloved roses in Larkhall Prison. Her expert eye taught her that she could restore this garden to its glory. The bare trees in winter would provide a leafy shade for the bright midsummer sun. She could tell that Helen was only too happy to let Nikki lay claim to this area of ground. Helen stared fondly into the distance. It was all rather unconventional. Sean wasn’t the first man she had lived with but Nikki promised to very definitely break the mould, and this was something that there were definite advantages. She could only sense the path ahead but would trust to her sure footing- and Nikki. She knew Nikki’s proud, fiery, soft-hearted generous nature as she had known no one else before. Her mere presence made her discard the play-acting she had deployed with Thomas, Sean and others before him. There was a soft, glowing knowingness of each other. There was so much that she knew about Nikki and there were areas that she knew nothing about. For instance, she hadn’t known how many spoonfuls of sugar she had in her coffee, how she folded her clothes up last thing at night, what music or films that she liked or even her favourite drink. These were the sort of inconsequential superficialities that she had known in other lovers first and any deep, profound personality traits lastly. This relationship had completely overturned the order of events. There was only one occasion long ago that taught Helen what side of the bed Nikki preferred to sleep in. She smiled at herself, shook her head slightly and let the keen wind blow her hair awry. Life was good and she felt it in her bones. Both of them were chilled through and through when they finally went inside. Bright though the sunlight was, there was only so much cold that they could stand. They drank an early morning cup of coffee to warm them up and relaxed in the living room. |
![]() |
|
| SexySimone | Dec 15 2006, 09:54 PM Post #9 |
|
G2 landing
|
Great update, can't wait for more.
|
![]() |
|
| bikergirl | Dec 16 2006, 12:27 AM Post #10 |
|
Up to Basic
|
Great writing....can't wait for the next update!!
|
![]() |
|
| Lisa289 | Dec 16 2006, 01:06 AM Post #11 |
![]()
Welsh Bad Girl
![]()
|
Hi Richard, Great new story! I'm liking it a lot already. |
![]() I'm Not Just Perfect - I'm Welsh | |
![]() |
|
| bgfanatic | Dec 18 2006, 07:52 AM Post #12 |
![]()
Out of Dorm
|
stunning
|
![]() |
|
| richard | Dec 18 2006, 04:40 PM Post #13 |
|
Enhanced
|
Part 3 is coming up- I'd been away for a short break. Once again, thanks for your kind comments. PART THREE While they did so, Nikki’s eye roved across Helen’s book and CD collection, especially music. It was the first thing she did at anyone’s house. To her mind, the super modern house with expensive fashionable furniture and the latest gadgets held no sway with her. They were soulless places who only confirmed what empty headed modern people their owners were. Helen’s slightly cluttered, slightly untidy flat felt comfortable and the abundance of listening and reading material was her idea of home. When her eye roved over the CDs, it reminded her of what she’d been missing over the years. All she had had was the communal TV and the selection of books and her OU work. It had sufficed to keep her mind active but there was so much out there she wanted to experience, to catch up for the missing years. Nikki studied the racks with scholarly interest and made her final choice with loving care. “I can measure my absence from the world by the Tori Amos albums that I’ve missed,” Nikki mused thoughtfully. ”Before I went inside, I’d just heard ‘From the Choirgirl Hotel but this one is new to me……...” Nikki held the sharp edges of the CD with great reverence, as if it were some precious work of art that shouldn’t be plonked down any old how, left in the player without the case. She stared at the profile picture of the slim woman with flyaway reddish tinted hair, the straight dirt road that stretched endlessly into the distance and the grey white clouds piled up overhead in the clear blue sky. That picture alone was captivating. The picture wasn’t an album sleeve but an art object, to Nikki’s reverent eyes. “………Scarlett’s Walk’ …….to think of all those plays out there, all those concerts and I got stuck for years with the soaps that everyone else wanted- when I didn’t do my Greta Garbo routine and shut myself away with a good book.” “Yeah, this will be a first time I won’t have heard any of my special music on my own. It was always something alone for my private thoughts. There were too many evenings when all I had for company was my music and office files.” This was the first time that either of them had referred to their time at Larkhall. Up till then, they had been delicately complicit in never talking about the past unless it was so far away that it was harmless. “What shall we listen to?” “You choose, Nikki.” For a fraction of time, there was a dazed confused look on Nikki’s face. Then it was erased from her face as, with a definite air of decision, she opted for the first CD that she had picked up. She slipped the disc with great care into the machine and lay the full length of the sofa so that she rested her head on Helen’s lap. The first rolling piano runs and that sweetly singing voice, magically bending notes and syllables were joined by the sympathetic drums. All of it invaded Nikki’s senses and grabbed her attention straightaway. Her eyes focused faraway through the high white painted ceiling overhead. The delicious senses of Helen’s fingers stroking her hair were feelings of touch just as the music caressed her senses and the dreaminess of the feeling of lying on her back. She looked upwards to see Helen’s face, as if cast in stone, caught up in the emotions. There was a delicious undertow to the music that pulled them in to another world. To Nikki, it felt as if someone had switched on all her senses at the time while Helen felt that the hymns to solitary isolation possessed a warmer edge that she had never noticed before. She glanced down and the peaceful smile had smoothed out every line on Nikki’s face and the faraway look in her eyes. Out of sheer affection, she slid her hand in Nikki’s hand, whose physical presence emotionally coloured her reactions to the songs. One by one, the magic offerings drew them together in a special place of intimacy. Finally the last sonorous strings and piano chords faded away into space, leaving their strong resonances behind with the two women. “Whew, Helen. That was a treat for the senses. Music like this takes you to a different and better place. How did you come to hear of her?” “Good question. I think I went to visit Clare Walker in one of my more stressed out moods and she laid that album on me. The next Saturday morning, I queued up at the record shop at opening time. I simply had to have that music for myself.” “I’ve heard so much dance music when I was running the club, Helen, when I had to pretend to be the life and soul of the party. I absolutely needed to listen to this music when I was home. Trisha used to hate it and thought it was the typical weird sort of thing that I would like. She really was into all that club stuff.” “Thomas used to think that Tori Amos needed to be psychoanalysed. It used to drive him mad. I had to sneak it out when no one was looking. ” Nikki laughed at their shared memories and nodded approvingly at Helen’s total dedication. The musical schism of each of them with their previous partners seemed reassuring to both of them and symbolized the final journey they had travelled. “Someone said that psychoanalysis it the disease that it pretends to cure.” Put in Nikki. Helen laughed out loud at Nikki’s dry witticism. “I always had a hankering for the experimental- except for my books of course. You know very well the books that I like to read.” That look in Nikki’s big brown eyes expressed that shared intimacy between them that they shared, even in that most public of places. Helen leaned over and kissed Nikki softly on the lips, for being there at such a moment. They had shared an expressively intimate experience, quite as much as sleeping together. Nikki followed Helen into the kitchen and unobtrusively fitted around Helen as they set to work to knock up a snack. This was a novel experience for Helen as they could silently and companionably work together, passing Helen a wooden spoon wordlessly and just at the right time and finding just what was needed in the fridge. Normally, Helen’s kitchen was her private place where the spice rack was as she had arranged it, the plates and cereal bowls were in her particular order. Sean had never taken the slightest interest where things were in that domain. She had to patiently explain what the ‘crap drawer’ contained, only when he needed something. Thomas was more of a modern man but his presence was an intrusion. Nikki passed into her space effortlessly and knew where things were without saying. She passed an eye over the arrangements and just blended in with that sort of unobtrusive tactfulness that Nikki’s enemies never knew that she possessed. Helen smiled to herself, as she knew Nikki better than they presumed. |
![]() |
|
| JCole8 | Dec 18 2006, 09:08 PM Post #14 |
|
Up to Basic
|
great update...wonderful description of what was going on....I love details! Update soon please! Jxx |
|
AB: You play with your necklace alot. S: Nervous habit... AB: Do I Make You Nervous? | |
![]() |
|
| SexySimone | Dec 18 2006, 09:21 PM Post #15 |
|
G2 landing
|
Love the updates, can't wait for more.
|
![]() |
|
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Completed Fan Fiction - 18 · Next Topic » |






Short, but very sweet. Thank you.





8:48 AM Jul 11