Di/Natalie hate/love
Title: Those silver linings.
Author: giantessmess
Spoilers: Series 7. Set after episode 12.
Rating: M 15+?
Pairing: Di Barker/Natalie Buxton
Word Count: 1021
Comments: For sparklebunny. Because it refused to be a drabble. God this pairing is creepy. (And plausable? Maybe).
Begging to be placed in Larkhall seemed more and more like a bloody stupid idea.
“It’s a pity you don’t wear those kinky uniforms, anymore. Brought out your eyes.”
“Shut it, Buxton.”
How was Di supposed to live like this? Not a moment’s silence in the day. And the way they cried out at night, especially some of the new girls. Screaming and yelling. Did noises always echo like that around there? Did anyone else ever sleep?
Natalie was smirking at her.
“I said bugger off.”
“Oh, piss on it,” Natalie sneered. But she bit her lip as Pat stalked past.
“Oi, you been mouthing off again?”
“There a problem?” Natalie raised her eyebrows. “Not getting enough from your little slag, over there?”
Pat’s mouth indented in a severe line. “You better bloody watch yourself.”
Natalie purposely knocked her fork off the table. “Whoops,” she muttered.
When Natalie ducked out of sight, Pat snorted and cluttered her plate onto Sheena’s table.
“That bitch,” Natalie shot Di a look. “She’ll get what’s friggin’ coming to her.”
“You’re pathetic."
“I’m not the one banged-up in my own prison now, am I?” She nicked a chip from Di’s plate. “Girl’s here say you were the wing gov once.”
Di jerked her tray away. “Why would anyone here be talkin’ to you?”
“Heard you shagged your way to the top, too.” Natalie snickered. “Too bad Greyling was a fag, hey?”
Di slid her tray to a different table, “You’re disgustin’.”
“Well, no one holds a candle to you, darling.”
There was a certain stink about the place that stuck in your nostrils, when you inhaled. It attached itself to her, and it never mattered how much she scrubbed and scrubbed. Those communal showers were so unclean.
Imagine what would happen, if that psycho new governing gov decided to slap her into a dorm room? How long would she last? Women packed into damp bunks, murderers in the next bed, putrid toilet in the corner. Di never knew that nights could stretch like this.
She noticed a shadow playing over the open door of her cell. She cringed and leant back against her bunk, as Natalie strolled in.
“What do you want?”
“Listen, Di….”
She crossed her arms. “It’s Miss Barker to you.”
Natalie laughed through her nose, “Makes no bleedin’ difference to me. Either way, you’re still murdering scum.”
Di could barely stand the sight of her. “You wanna talk about scum? Like I give a damn what you think.”
“Well, you should, sweetheart.” She eyed Di up and down. “You’re no better than those Julies, what you did. And just for a promotion?” She captured Di’s ear. “Plenty of jobs in this place, for a tongue-for-hire.”
Di jerked back, “You sicko.”
Natalie rapped her fingernails on the bunk. “I’m sure this bed’s seen a lot of that sort, don’t you reckon?”
“Get the hell out of my cell, Buxton.” Somehow, Di couldn’t stop watching the movement of Natalie’s hand. She swallowed.
“Oh, you’ll wanna keep me sweet, the offer I’m givin’ you.”
Natalie moved toward her, Di felt her legs back away. “What on earth do you mean?”
Natalie licked her lips. “You ran this place once. Me on your side, you think you’ll ever have to deal with any of their shit?”
“Like a common criminal?”
Natalie laughed, “Nothin’ common about the woman who off’ed Fenner.”
Di was feeling a strange tug in her body that was stopping her from smacking Buxton, or shoving her away. Natalie brought their bodies even closer, she played with a strand of Di’s hair. “Of course, nothing comes for free.”
“What do you…” Then Di blushed. “Oh.” Her heart shouldn’t be pounding like that. Why couldn’t she breathe properly?
“Screws know their shithole prisons like their own backyards,” Natalie muttered. “You and I…..” Di gasped, as Natalie stroked her cheek. “We could run this place.”
Di stuttered, “What the hell do you want me to do? You think I keep maps of the wing in my coat-linings?”
Natalie shoved her against the metal bunk frame. “You’ll do whatever I bloody tell you.”
“The hell I will.”
Natalie yanked Di’s hair, twisting her head back. “What did you say?”
Di could feel Natalie’s breath on her skin, their faces were almost touching. Then suddenly, she was pressing her mouth onto Natalie’s. Di cried out as Natalie jerked her head back.
“Wrong lips, sweetheart.”
“Get…off me.” Di kicked and scratched at her, breaking her hold.
Natalie stumbled, hitting the ground. “Fucking hell….”
“You pathetic bitch!” Di glared. She pinned Natalie to the floor, a leg either side of her.
“Get the hell off…” Natalie growled.
Di had no idea what she was doing. She was kissing Natalie again, roughly. She felt her body buzz as she grazed her teeth along Natalie’s lips, forced a tongue down her throat. Natalie struggled to free her wrists, but she moaned into Di’s mouth, her hips buckled involuntarily. Then she was kissing back, grinding a knee between Di’s legs.
Di recoiled, in shock. “Jesus.” She scrambled, “This is my wing, Buxton.” Her body was still shaking, her breathing wouldn’t slow.
“Please…” Natalie made an attempt to stand, or reach out for her, but Di pulled back in terror. She thrust her foot into her again. And again. She might have heard a rib crack.
Natalie winced, “Bitch….You bleedin’ bitch!”
Di sneered, “You’re nothing but a disgusting nonce.” She eyed Natalie up and down crudely. “Pathetic.”
Natalie exhaled a deep breath as Di leant over her, and grabbed her by the hair. “And you better wish you can get on my good side.”
Then Di just smiled, realising that there was a silver lining, even there, at the bottom of the scum heap. Her body was still buzzing. “I’m sure you know exactly how…”
When Colin came in, jangling his prison officer keys, Di just sighed when he asked about the noise.
“We’re just chattin’.”
His eyes fell on Natalie, slumped on the cold floor. “What’s all this about?”
Di rolled her eyes, “Oh, she’s been a silly girl. Haven’t you? Slippin’ over like that.”
Author: giantessmess
Spoilers: Series 7. Set after episode 12.
Rating: M 15+?
Pairing: Di Barker/Natalie Buxton
Word Count: 1021
Comments: For sparklebunny. Because it refused to be a drabble. God this pairing is creepy. (And plausable? Maybe).
Begging to be placed in Larkhall seemed more and more like a bloody stupid idea.
“It’s a pity you don’t wear those kinky uniforms, anymore. Brought out your eyes.”
“Shut it, Buxton.”
How was Di supposed to live like this? Not a moment’s silence in the day. And the way they cried out at night, especially some of the new girls. Screaming and yelling. Did noises always echo like that around there? Did anyone else ever sleep?
Natalie was smirking at her.
“I said bugger off.”
“Oh, piss on it,” Natalie sneered. But she bit her lip as Pat stalked past.
“Oi, you been mouthing off again?”
“There a problem?” Natalie raised her eyebrows. “Not getting enough from your little slag, over there?”
Pat’s mouth indented in a severe line. “You better bloody watch yourself.”
Natalie purposely knocked her fork off the table. “Whoops,” she muttered.
When Natalie ducked out of sight, Pat snorted and cluttered her plate onto Sheena’s table.
“That bitch,” Natalie shot Di a look. “She’ll get what’s friggin’ coming to her.”
“You’re pathetic."
“I’m not the one banged-up in my own prison now, am I?” She nicked a chip from Di’s plate. “Girl’s here say you were the wing gov once.”
Di jerked her tray away. “Why would anyone here be talkin’ to you?”
“Heard you shagged your way to the top, too.” Natalie snickered. “Too bad Greyling was a fag, hey?”
Di slid her tray to a different table, “You’re disgustin’.”
“Well, no one holds a candle to you, darling.”
There was a certain stink about the place that stuck in your nostrils, when you inhaled. It attached itself to her, and it never mattered how much she scrubbed and scrubbed. Those communal showers were so unclean.
Imagine what would happen, if that psycho new governing gov decided to slap her into a dorm room? How long would she last? Women packed into damp bunks, murderers in the next bed, putrid toilet in the corner. Di never knew that nights could stretch like this.
She noticed a shadow playing over the open door of her cell. She cringed and leant back against her bunk, as Natalie strolled in.
“What do you want?”
“Listen, Di….”
She crossed her arms. “It’s Miss Barker to you.”
Natalie laughed through her nose, “Makes no bleedin’ difference to me. Either way, you’re still murdering scum.”
Di could barely stand the sight of her. “You wanna talk about scum? Like I give a damn what you think.”
“Well, you should, sweetheart.” She eyed Di up and down. “You’re no better than those Julies, what you did. And just for a promotion?” She captured Di’s ear. “Plenty of jobs in this place, for a tongue-for-hire.”
Di jerked back, “You sicko.”
Natalie rapped her fingernails on the bunk. “I’m sure this bed’s seen a lot of that sort, don’t you reckon?”
“Get the hell out of my cell, Buxton.” Somehow, Di couldn’t stop watching the movement of Natalie’s hand. She swallowed.
“Oh, you’ll wanna keep me sweet, the offer I’m givin’ you.”
Natalie moved toward her, Di felt her legs back away. “What on earth do you mean?”
Natalie licked her lips. “You ran this place once. Me on your side, you think you’ll ever have to deal with any of their shit?”
“Like a common criminal?”
Natalie laughed, “Nothin’ common about the woman who off’ed Fenner.”
Di was feeling a strange tug in her body that was stopping her from smacking Buxton, or shoving her away. Natalie brought their bodies even closer, she played with a strand of Di’s hair. “Of course, nothing comes for free.”
“What do you…” Then Di blushed. “Oh.” Her heart shouldn’t be pounding like that. Why couldn’t she breathe properly?
“Screws know their shithole prisons like their own backyards,” Natalie muttered. “You and I…..” Di gasped, as Natalie stroked her cheek. “We could run this place.”
Di stuttered, “What the hell do you want me to do? You think I keep maps of the wing in my coat-linings?”
Natalie shoved her against the metal bunk frame. “You’ll do whatever I bloody tell you.”
“The hell I will.”
Natalie yanked Di’s hair, twisting her head back. “What did you say?”
Di could feel Natalie’s breath on her skin, their faces were almost touching. Then suddenly, she was pressing her mouth onto Natalie’s. Di cried out as Natalie jerked her head back.
“Wrong lips, sweetheart.”
“Get…off me.” Di kicked and scratched at her, breaking her hold.
Natalie stumbled, hitting the ground. “Fucking hell….”
“You pathetic bitch!” Di glared. She pinned Natalie to the floor, a leg either side of her.
“Get the hell off…” Natalie growled.
Di had no idea what she was doing. She was kissing Natalie again, roughly. She felt her body buzz as she grazed her teeth along Natalie’s lips, forced a tongue down her throat. Natalie struggled to free her wrists, but she moaned into Di’s mouth, her hips buckled involuntarily. Then she was kissing back, grinding a knee between Di’s legs.
Di recoiled, in shock. “Jesus.” She scrambled, “This is my wing, Buxton.” Her body was still shaking, her breathing wouldn’t slow.
“Please…” Natalie made an attempt to stand, or reach out for her, but Di pulled back in terror. She thrust her foot into her again. And again. She might have heard a rib crack.
Natalie winced, “Bitch….You bleedin’ bitch!”
Di sneered, “You’re nothing but a disgusting nonce.” She eyed Natalie up and down crudely. “Pathetic.”
Natalie exhaled a deep breath as Di leant over her, and grabbed her by the hair. “And you better wish you can get on my good side.”
Then Di just smiled, realising that there was a silver lining, even there, at the bottom of the scum heap. Her body was still buzzing. “I’m sure you know exactly how…”
When Colin came in, jangling his prison officer keys, Di just sighed when he asked about the noise.
“We’re just chattin’.”
His eyes fell on Natalie, slumped on the cold floor. “What’s all this about?”
Di rolled her eyes, “Oh, she’s been a silly girl. Haven’t you? Slippin’ over like that.”