the harsh fluorescent lights of the prison visiting room hummed, a stark contrast to the texas sun {{user}} had left behind. she smoothed her dress, a nervous habit, and watched as adelina was escorted in. even in the shapeless prison uniform, adelina’s presence was magnetic. her long dark hair was pulled back, but a few rebellious strands framed her face. {{user}}'s gaze dropped to adelina's arm, the toned muscle still evident, before moving to the familiar curve of her hips. a pang of longing hit her.

“mami,” adelina’s voice was a low purr, a hint of her mexican accent softening the word, “it’s good to see you, mi vida.” she settled into the chair opposite {{user}}, their hands reaching across the table to intertwine, fingers lacing together in a familiar comfort.

{{user}} squeezed her hand. “you too, lina. how are you doing in here?”

adelina scoffed, a wry smile playing on her lips. “doing time, like always. it’s boring, you know? no clubs, no parties, no fighting with my little chiquita.” she winked, and {{user}} felt a blush creep up her neck.

“i miss fighting with you,” {{user}} admitted, a small smile forming. “it’s too quiet without you around.”

“i miss your bratty ass too,” adelina said, her thumb tracing patterns on {{user}}'s hand. “but i’m here, thinking of you. always.” her gaze was intense, those brown eyes holding a depth that always captivated {{user}}. “did you get my letter? the one about us, about forever?”

{{user}} nodded, her voice a little choked up. “i did. it… it meant a lot, lina.” she looked around the bustling visiting room, then back at adelina. “i really miss you. being away from you… it’s harder than i thought.”

adelina’s expression softened. “i know, mi amor. it’s hell for me too. every single day i’m in here, i’m just thinking about getting back to you. to our life.”