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The Right Tackle; Part Two: A Larkhall Story
Topic Started: Sep 27 2010, 02:43 AM (3,706 Views)
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Disclaimer: Shed Productions made these characters, wrote the original stories, and have full copyright to them. We are using these characters simply for non-profit entertainment value.

I am happy to accept feedback openly by readers. (BOARD NOTE we would recommend if any length i.e. more than a couple of points, it is done privately away from the story itself).

OK, I know I said I was only going to write the one story, but I couldn't resist following this idea...




Chapter 1

Nikki was asleep in her bed when she became aware of a presence in the darkness of her cell. She stilled her breathing and felt a feather-soft touch on her shoulder.

“I missed you Nikki…” The slightly breathy emphasis on the word missed made her heart melt, and told her who her visitor was. She felt a body get into bed beside her. She gasped. “Shhh,” said Helen quietly, “it’s all right. I’m here, Sweetheart.”

“Oh, God, Helen…” Nikki whispered. She breathed in the scent of Helen’s hair, the sweet spicy scent of her skin and tasted its slightly salty sweetness, felt the tender warmth of her. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“I’m here.” Nikki felt a gentle hand stroke her hair. “I love you, Nikki.” Nikki was gently enfolded by loving arms, kissed by loving lips. She felt a swelling in her heart, such a sweet pain she thought it might burst. “Oh, Helen,” she whispered, “I’ve been having such awful dreams…” She drifted off to sleep again, safe in her lover's arms.



Nikki woke to the metallic scrapes and slams that heralded morning shift. She stared at the wall in the gray pre-dawn light, trying to recapture the dream, but was only able to remember ghosts of it. She touched her lips lightly and closed her eyes, the better to remember the sensation of her lips on Helen’s, on Helen’s hair, on Helen’s skin.

If she had any sense at all she would fight against these—she called them hauntings, for lack of a better word—but they brought too much solace, her only solace in a world where Helen had left her and taken up with Thomas Waugh.

Keep haunting me, Helen, she thought. For the love of God, keep haunting me.



“Christ, Wade, you look like hell.”

“And a good day to you, Yvonne,” said Nikki as she seated herself in the chair across the table.

“What’s the matter? Ain’t you sleepin'?”

Nikki shrugged.

Yvonne’s voice got quieter, “Well, you better do somethin' about it. You can’t afford to show any weakness in this dump, not with those jackals about,” she flicked her gaze contemptuously towards the table across the rec area where Maxi Purvis and Al MacKensie were playing cards.

“Oh, I don’t think they’ll waste their time with me, not after I shagged a nonce.”

"Thought you said you just snogged?”

"Shagged, snogged, had a conversation with,” Nikki shrugged. "It's all the same to their dirty little minds. Anyway, I need to concentrate on my appeal.”

“You won’t help your appeal, either, lookin' like death warmed over.”

“I’m OK, Yvonne.”

“When’s the last time you had a shag?”

“Christ! When’s the last time you had one?”

“A week before my Charlie’s trial. And untimely death. So. How 'bout you?”

“Erm… sometime before that.”

“Well, you’re not promised to anybody--why don’t you hook up with someone?”

Nikki paused a long moment, but Yvonne was like a dog with a bone. She finally said, “I can’t…operate like that… ‘Hi, I hope to get out of here soon, so you may never see me again—fancy a shag?’”

“Yeah, like that.”

Nikki scoffed, "God, Yvonne, you are a piece of work.”

“Maybe you could get one of those private visits from a ‘solicitor.’ Did wonders for me. Thanks again, by the way.”

Nikki took a deep breath, “I need the one I’ve got, thank you very much. She’s working very hard on my appeal.”

“So, what about her? Is she…?” she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Nikki said dryly, “I’m pretty sure Claire Walker is straight.”

“Already tried, huh?”

Nikki rolled her eyes, "Christ, Yvonne! No. She just doesn’t make my gaydar go sproing! And even if she were…so inclined, I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of code of ethics against that sort of thing. And even if she weren’t ethical in that way,” she continued, “I wouldn’t want to do anything that would…queer the deal, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
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Chapter 2

Nikki was out working in the garden when Yvonne strolled by. She paused, as though to look at some of the flowers, while Nikki continued weeding. “I’m really gettin' worried about you, love. You look like you’ve lost half a stone, and you had nothin' to spare to begin with.”

Nikki didn’t say anything. She knew she was starting to look like hell—gaunt with dark smudges under her eyes--and it was beginning to worry her, too.

“When that poor little rich girl, Charlotte, was here, I sort of took her under my wing...once she climbed down off her high horse...”

"You have lots of baby chicks on G-Wing, Yvonne,” said Nikki, amused.

“Yeah, well, anyway, if ever a girl needed a shag, it was her. I doubt if she’d ever had one in her life.”

“Those uni' girls might surprise you. A lot of them experiment—with roommates, with professors…And she was sent to an open prison. She might even meet up with another posh girl that she‘d get on with.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s a relief, ‘cuz I almost could see taking pity on the poor girl meself, if she hadn’t been so close in age to my Lauren. Woulda felt like incest.”

Nikki looked at her in astonishment. “You’ve sure changed your tune, Yvonne. Aren’t you the one who said you were ‘dire, not desperate’?”

“Well, it’s different when you’re doin' a friend a favor, innit?”

Nikki smiled and shook her head, “Careful, Yvonne, that’s how it starts. First you’re doing a friend a favor, and then they do you a favor, and before you know it you’re favoring each other all over the place.”

“Oh, I dunno. I could see where two…friends who respected each other, could do each other a favor—once—and have that be the end of it. 'Specially if one of 'em was gonna get out in a few weeks.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Yvonne?”

“I’m talkin' about your earlier offer.”

“I thought we were just joking around.”

“Yeah, we were, but it got me thinkin'. And what I’m thinkin' now is, you’re a friend, and you really need a favor.” She straightened and looked at the woman in uniform coming towards them. “Shit, here comes old Bodybag. Think about it, Nikki, yeah?”
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Chapter 3

Nikki stood on the G-3 landing, watching the activity on the lower levels. Suddenly she saw a familiar head, a familiar walk. She straightened in apprehension. Would Helen feel her eyes upon her and look upwards? Would she feel those eyes and keep her gaze level? Or was Helen now completely immune to the eyes of Nikki Wade?

“Oh, my God,” said a quiet voice.

Nikki started guiltily and glanced at Yvonne, who had come up alongside her.

“It’s Stewart, innit? I must have been bloody blind. And now she’s with Waugh. Saw that right enough.”

Nikki looked at Yvonne with a mute appeal.

Yvonne’s eyes narrowed, “Did she leave you for him?”

“No. She dropped me after the riot. Said I’d betrayed her.” She hung her head. “I didn’t think about it that way at the time, but now I can see that I let her down.” Again.

“Well, that’s good. I guess I won’t have to put out a hit on him.”

Nikki looked at her, panic stricken.

"Joke, love.”

“Don’t even joke like that.” Her voice was hoarse with emotion. “I swear to God, Yvonne, if I ever thought I was in any way responsible for something bad happening to her, I don’t think I’d want to live.”

“Jesus Christ, you have got it bad.”

"Yvonne, I beg of you, promise me you won’t do anything.” Nikki's voice was quiet, but her eyes had a hunted look and her knuckles gripping the railing were white.

“I promise! 'Kin 'ell!” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I didn’t call for the hit on my Charlie, you know. I wanted to kill the bastard, but I never wanted him dead.” She scoffed when she realized what she’d said. She looked at Nikki speculatively, “The two of you got off with each other? In here?”

Nikki lowered her eyes and shook her head.

“What—you got out?”

After a long moment Nikki said, “The night of Bodybag’s party.”

Yvonne shook her head in disbelief. “It’s criminal what goes on in this place.”

“Please, Yvonne, don’t breathe a word. She’d be sacked if anyone found out.”

“No one else knows?”

“Just Barbara.”

“Well, don’t worry about me, love. I’m like the bloody grave.” She gave Nikki a meaningful look. “And I don’t keep a bleedin’ diary.”
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Chapter 4

An hour before evening lock-up Nikki was reading for her OU exam, but found she'd been rereading the same page for the past half hour. She heard a quiet tap on her door and a moment later Yvonne swung it open and stepped inside.

“Hello—“ Nikki frowned, “didn’t say ‘come in’.”

Yvonne looked down the walkway and nodded to someone, and then closed the door against the bolt. “I have Shaz on lookout. We have forty-five minutes.”

“Jesus, Atkins! Assume much?”

Yvonne dug into her right sweatpants pocket and pulled out a mini-bottle of Scotch with an unbroken seal. She tossed it to Nikki, who caught it.

Nikki stared at the bottle in surprise and opened it. “Cheers, Yvonne.” She took a healthy swallow.

Yvonne sat on the bed next to her. “Come on, Wade. You know you want it.”

“Actually, I don’t,” said Nikki, her good humor returning.

“Need it, then. I need it, too.” She clamped her hand on Nikki’s left breast and pushed her back onto the bed.

“Ow! Whoa, whoa!” Nikki put a hand up in front of her.

Yvonne removed her hand and straightened, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

“You think this is how dykes go at it, then?” asked Nikki, somewhat offended.

“I haven’t a clue, love. You tell me.”

Nikki sat up. “Well,” she admitted finally, “some do, I guess. Never liked it rough, myself.”

“I can do nice,” said Yvonne sweetly, but her eyes glinted behind her smile.

“Maybe I should do you first,” said Nikki, keeping a wary eye on Yvonne’s right hand.

“OK by me. You said you had the tackle--time to put your money where your mouth is.”

Nikki felt the warmth of the Scotch stealing through her body. She grinned wryly, “That could prove difficult. My mouth will be sooo many places…” She let her eyes roam over Yvonne suggestively. She heard Yvonne’s sharp intake of breath. Nikki drawled, “You sure you’re up for this, darlin’?”

Yvonne said, “Hang on.” She dug into her other pocket and pulled out another mini-bottle, this one only half full.

Nikki raised her own drink, “To friendship.”

“Friendship.”

They clicked their bottles together and drained them. Nikki took the empties and set them in the sink. When she sat on the bed again she put her hand on Yvonne’s. “Thanks for doing this, Yvonne.”

Yvonne scoffed, “Are you going to go all soft on me, Wade?”

Nikki snorted, “That’s one nice thing about shagging a dyke, Yvonne. We never go soft.”

“Christ, Nikki,” she rolled her eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
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Yeah--I keep editing the chapters. Sorry.
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Interesting start!
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Feedback! Yay!

Feels unfinished, eh? Yeah, I guess I feel that way too. Don't much like my "cut to the commercial" (i.e. non-existent) love scene. So, I'm cutting that chapter right after "...shut up and kiss me," and I'll put one in the next post. Let me know if you like it. Or not.
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Chapter 5

Nikki bent to kiss Yvonne, and saw that she kept her eyes open and looked directly into Nikki's. She wasn't going to pretend that Nikki was someone else. She kissed her mouth and Yvonne responded so ferociously that Nikki had to work to keep from being pushed backwards.

Nikki embraced her more closely, and when she had a chance to disengage her mouth, she murmured, "Tell me what you want, Yvonne."

"Just give it to me hard and fast," Yvonne growled.

Nikki realized that this was threatening to become the quickest shag in Larkhall history--which was saying a lot. She managed to prolong the foreplay enough so that when Yvonne did come it was with shuddering spasms and a cry that Nikki gently muffled with her own mouth.

When Yvonne's breathing became less ragged she put her hands on Nikki's shoulders and said with a glare, "'Kin 'ell, Nikki...! Those call boys never made me wait like that!"

"Oh--sorry."

"Not complaining, love."

Nikki said, wryly, "Just wanted you to get your money's worth."

"Come 'ere, darlin'." She took Nikki's face in her hands and kissed her. "Your turn."

After a few minutes Yvonne asked, "What'm I doin' wrong, love?"

"Nothing."

"Am I bein' too rough?"

"You're fine, Yvonne. You're better than fine. It's me." Her voice became a whisper. "I haven't even been able to pleasure myself lately. I'm pathetic."

"How long has this been goin' on, then?"

Nikki looked at her. "How long d'you think?"

"Since Stewart...?"

Nikki nodded, her face a mask of misery.

"What the hell did Stewart do to you, Nikki?"

"She stopped loving me. And I can't say I blame her."

"Well, I do." Yvonne's nostrils flared in anger, "The self-righteous, two-faced little bitch...!"

Nikki grew very still and put up a hand to halt Yvonne's tirade. Finally she said, "I'm sorry, Yvonne. If you're gonna talk that way about Helen, you're gonna have to leave."

Yvonne stared at her, then finally nodded. "I can't fault you for your loyalty. That's me, too--loyal. Even if I get shat on and kicked in the teeth for it." She took Nikki's hand, "But you gotta move on now, Nikki. You gotta step up and grow a pair."

Nikki laughed mirthlessly.

"What happened to the Nikki Wade that tried to kill Shell Dockley after she made that crack about the poor girl what topped herself?"

"I don't think that woman exists anymore."

"Well she better had, 'cuz you need her right now. You need that fire in the belly." Yvonne knelt on the bed so that she was eye-to-eye with her. "I want my friend back--the one that tells Jim bloody Fenner to sod off, the one that sneers at the likes of Shell and Al and Maxi and then has the balls to turn her back on 'em, the one I know I can count on to watch me back in a fight." Nikki's eyes brimmed with tears. "D'you trust me, Nikki?"

"Yeah," whispered Nikki, "you've always been straight with me, Yvonne." She laughed through her tears, "Until now."

Yvonne chuckled at the joke, "That's my gel." She pushed Nikki back on the bed. "Just lie back, darlin', and let me take care of you."

To Nikki's amazement Yvonne then straddled her and began kissing her face. It was so unexpected--just as it had been when Helen did almost the exact same thing all those months ago-- that Nikki was flooded with feelings and sensations she hadn't felt in weeks. She began responding to Yvonne's touch more and more fervently, and after a while, when Yvonne whispered huskily, "Come for me, Nikki," she did, gasping, "Yvonne...!"
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Geez, this is good and so different. I love it. Where is your first story, I missed it.
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Thank you! I appreciate any feedback at all, but it's great that you love it. Please give me any thoughts you have on newer chapters as I post them.
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Chapter 6


“Care for a fag, love?” Yvonne held out the pack.

“Cheers, Yvonne,” said Nikki, taking one. Yvonne handed her the lighter. “D’you always smoke after sex?”

Yvonne leaned her head back and exhaled. “Dunno, love. Never looked.” She grinned at Nikki.

Nikki chuckled, “That joke’s older than I am, but it still makes me laugh.”

“I've got news for you, darlin’—that joke’s older than I am.” She tapped the ash into the ashtray. “I’m starting to feel old in here.”

“C’mon, Yvonne,” said Nikki, her brow furrowed with concern, “you’re the Top Dog of G-Wing.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m barely hanging on by my bloody fingernails. You heard that I kicked the crap out of Al. What you didn’t hear was that I thought I’d keel over afterwards, I was that done in.”

“God, Yvonne. And I kept pushing you to stick your neck out…”

Yvonne waved her hand dismissively. “From what I heard, you were kinda pushed into that whole sit-in cock-up. And when that went down the bog you lost way more than anybody.”

Nikki waited for the familiar pang in her heart from that reminder, but to her surprise there was none.

“Well,” said Yvonne, looking at her closely, “I gotta say, you look way more relaxed, now—you’ve lost that pinched, anxious look. A few good nights’ sleep, a few days of eating regular—you’ll be on top again.”

Nikki exhaled and smiled lazily, “I’ve never been a ‘top,’ Yvonne.”

Yvonne laughed.

“But, yeah, I feel way better. Thanks.” She looked at Yvonne, “I’ll never forget this.” At Yvonne’s warning look, she added, “I’ll never mention it—to anyone, ever—but I’ll never forget it.”

“Shit, Wade, don’t go fallin’ in love with me.”

“Too late.” Yvonne rolled her eyes. “C’mon Yvonne, allow me just a little crush. I was dyin’ of a broken heart. You saved my life.” Nikki said it lightly, as though it were a joke.

Yvonne’s expression softened, “Oh, hell, what’re friends for?”

“Yvonne!” Shaz stage-whispered at the door, “Screw!”

Yvonne hopped off Nikki’s bed, strode to the sink and popped the bottles into separate pockets so they wouldn’t click against each other. Nikki put her hand on the door handle. Yvonne met Nikki’s gaze, gave her a quick kiss on the mouth and then slipped out.

Nikki stubbed out the last of the cigarettes and set the ashtray on the cupboard. After straightening her bed she stretched out on it with the book that she retrieved from the floor. She gazed at the door that Yvonne had just left through and let her mind replay the last half hour.

She blinked and muttered, “Bloody hell.”
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Love it, could be so true. Thanks.
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Interesting scenarios, but not sure about this one yet Lets see how you develop it. :rolleyes:
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Thanks for your comments. I count on honest feedback to help keep me honest.
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Chapter 7


The next morning, when Yvonne passed Nikki on the way to the showers, she only flicked a glance in Nikki’s direction and gave the briefest nod of acknowledgment to her slight smile.

Later, in line for breakfast, Nikki stood quietly next to Yvonne, waiting for her to say something beyond a terse, “’Morning.”

After they’d sat down together Yvonne hissed, “Damn you to hell, Nikki Wade!”

Startled, Nikki muttered, “What’re you on about?”

“Whyn’t you tell me one shag with a dyke could turn me lezzie?!”

She hissed back, “Because it doesn’t work that way! Pity, too—it would make recruiting for the home team a hellava lot easier.”

“Yeah? How come I get hot every time I think about what you done to me?”

“Why the hell d’you think?” Yvonne continued to glare at her. “Stewart went back to a man. You meet a decent fella, you’ll be back to normal.”

Yvonne scoffed, ”I told you—I never met a decent fella in me life.”

Nikki rolled her eyes, “A fanciable bastard, then.” Yvonne lost her glare and looked somewhat mollified. “Look, does it get you hot thinking about what you did to me?”

“You what? ‘Course not.”

“If you had really turned lezzie, it would.”

“What, when you..?”

‘Oh, yeah,” Nikki nodded. “In fact, if you ever feel 'desperate,' or just ‘dire,’ meet me at my office.” At Yvonne’s puzzled look, she added, “My potting shed. I’ll have a corner nice and cleaned up. I won’t make you wait next time. I can probably get you sorted and out of there in five minutes. You won’t even need a look-out.” She grinned wickedly.

Yvonne looked startled for a moment, then smiled. “What about you?”

“Believe me, it’ll be my pleasure,” she twitched her eyebrows suggestively.

Yvonne threw back her head and laughed. She dug out her pack of cigarettes and held it out. Nikki chuckled and took one. Yvonne held the lighter for her and then lit her own.

“So, how’d you sleep last night , Nikki?”

“Straight through the night. No weird dreams, either. You?”

“Not bad. I’ll pro’bly sleep great, tonight.”

They smiled in welcome to Barbara, who joined them at their table.

Nikki said, “No worries, then, Yvonne?”

“None at all, love."

“Good.”
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