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When she considered it, Ava knew all the movies and tv shows she was allowed to watch (or not allowed but sneakily was able to watch) didn’t really provide her a vast background to deal with everything that was thrown at her over the last week.
She went from being just a child, thinking her mom was the greatest person she will ever know, to being abandoned by all in an orphanage, to dying, to being miraculously revived by a halo she now didn’t know if was an instrument of Satan or god’s gift to her, to falling in love – or lust – for the first time in her life, and now being part of this ancient convent of warrior nuns that should really be part of a Quentin Tarantino movie, and…
And now to have this woman she wanted more than anything, going through this weird emotional journey and she was feeling like she had no tools at all to do it.
She excused herself after their short break, a bit too unnerved by Beatrice’s behavior to just stay with the group. She ended up going down to the hall below the house, laying down on one of the training mats and staring at the ceiling.
She laid there, just breathing in and out. In an odd way, there was something comforting about doing the one thing she did the most in her life, motionlessly just breathing, simply occupying a space in the world.
She heard steps shuffling into the room, and was surprised that out of all the nuns, it was Sister Antonia who came down.
“Sorry” Ava set up. “Is it ok that I’m here?”
“Of course it is” Antonia assured her, sitting down next to her. “This is all for you, you know. Well, for you and the warrior sisters. You can do, touch, take whatever you’d like”.
“Cool, cool” same mechanical answer.
Antonia looked at her sideways and seemed to consider her words. “You know, it is very rare that the halo chooses her bearer”.
“Phhh, lady please” Ava huffed. “It was shoved into my body by someone who had no idea what they were doing. I’m hardly the best person around to do this”.
“Ava, everything happens for a reason, surely you know this by now”, Antonia scolded her gently.
“No, that’s not true” Ava argued back. “Because if it’s true, why did my mom die? I can accept everything, but why did she have to die? Why did I have to go through that hell in the orphanage with sister psycho. Just to carry this..” she waved at her back. “halo. And now look what’s happening. We’re all broken apart, Beatrice is going ape shit crazy and I have no idea what to do!” her voice raised as she spoke, and she ended up just hitting the mattress in frustration.
Antonia didn’t answer, waiting for Ava to finish.
“She’s so angry” Ava whispered. “I don’t know how to get her out of it”.
“You know, when Sister Angela was rejected by the halo, which”, she emphasized, one finger tapping the mattress to make the point, “just goes to show you that there’s no randomness and there is a force dictating the halo’s carrier, she was broken. Physically she recovered, the damage to her back was superficial”.
“I’ve seen the scars” Ava said, quietly, remembering the more the black material aside to see the exposed skin on Mother Superions' back.
“Oh really?” Antonia seemed surprised. “Well, anyway, she was so distraught, and it wasn’t clear at first where this will go. And she was angry, very angry. But eventually we realized that anger is a very easy emotion to feel. It’s a gut reaction, and a fire that fuels itself quite easily”.
Ava listened intently. Antonia continued.
“Anger can be a primary emotion. You can be angry over something. But more often than not, I believe anger is a secondary emotion. It’s easier to use it as a shield to cover the real, raw feeling underneath. The one that might be too painful or too scary to admit to”.
“Like when I had to face my fears to go through the wall” Ava realized.
Antonia seemed puzzled, but shrug her shoulders. “I’ve no idea what you mean, but maybe, yes.”
“I don’t know Beatrice, and I don’t know you either, except that if you were chosen, that tells me you have depths in you that you have not realized yet. And as for Beatrice, her devotion to you is as palpable as the sun outside. And that devotion may have taken her down a path that she is probably best not taking, but it is her decision if she will stay on or not”.
Ava hung her head, still unsure of what to do.
“And I want to tell you one more thing Ava, that you may or may not accept, and it may be hard to hear, but you should hear it.” She turned fully towards Ava, straightening up.
“As believers, nuns, we accept that everything is dictated from above. Yes, we do have free will but we are only simple humans, and we can only follow the examples set for us for the powers around us, by our fathers and mothers, sisters, by stories and tales we read.
We believe God sacrificed his own son so that he may save us, show us the path to salvation. So if this is the sacrifice you are brought up to believe in, any other sacrifice pales in comparison. If God chose you to save the world, than perhaps this is why you had to lose your mother. And your empathy, your kindness to weak ones, your unreserved emotional dedication – they all stemmed from it.”
Ava shook her head, still refusing to accept that. But deep down inside, with everything that went on, she had to admit there was something comforting about it.
Antonia smiled at her, got up and turned to leave. She then stopped and turned again to Ava.
“Have you ever watched the movie Pollyana?”
“Sure, the classic Disney one, with Hayley Mills, why?” That was just about the last question Ava expected.
“She talks about the amount of verses listed in the bible that talk about joy. But what she never says, is that there are close to 300 verses just talking about love. We are told constantly, in almost every chapter, every prophet, every scroll, that love is stronger than all, and love will save us all.”
“You mean romantic love?” Ava blushed a little, but asked still.
“Any love” Antonia smiled. “It is a higher emotion of all. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it Ava. Have faith in your feelings, have faith in your sisters, and love them. God will show you the way to lead them on from here, all of them.”
Just before she left the room, Ava called out to her.
“Is there, well, it might be a stupid question. But, is there a bible here?” At Antonia’s raised eyebrows, Ava shrugged. “Desperate times call for desperate measures and all that. Maybe I should read about love directly from the source”.
Antonia nodded, seeming satisfied with Ava’s request. She walked into one of the adjoining rooms and came back with a small book. She handed it to Ava.
“Start with Psalms” she advised. “It always brings me joy, and it is a love song between god and man”.
Ava looked at the small, thick book, turned the pages to the start of that scroll and started reading.
*****
Beatrice decided to dedicate time not to training, but motion and the need to move her body. She went to the back of the house, where the wide fields stretched ahead and around here, and started slowly doing a fluid Kata, looking to find peace in the elaborate choreography. As she didn’t have neither a sword nor her staff with her, she decided to focus on her barehand technique.
Her movements were slow, focused. Each step, lift and twist done with extra care. Practicing this form of fighting would always bring calm to whatever storm her mind was in, but this time, no matter how much she tried, something snapped her focus back.
She restarted, but again lost her focus after a couple of movements. She felt like a musical track that kept bouncing, not able to maintain a flow.
As she lifted her hands once again to start a shift in movement, she noticed her hands were still shaking. She must be concussed, it if hasn't stopped yet.
She simply stood, nothing but the sounds of nature and her the beating of her heart to keep her company.
Beatrice couldn’t shake the feeling of misalignment she constantly felt. Since yesterday, the world have moved forward but she felt it was just off kilter, like a drawer that went off its’ rails, but still opened and closed with ruckus and bangs.
The desire for vengeance she was feeling, it was an unknown feeling to her. Like copper, bitter taste in her mouth.
Beatrice had always found comfort in prayer. It would seem the right one always found its way to her heart, guiding her and showing her the path to clarity and righteousness. She knew, it was an ideal to stive for. As she herself told Ava just hours ago, they were all mere mortals, and no one living was righteousness before God. She whole heartedly believed there were those who were on a higher spiritual scale, but had accepted that with the death and destruction she brought upon the world, she had given up any chance of climbing up that scale.
God, she knew, was loving and forgiving, but held his disciples to the sword.
Moses, who was refused entry to the promised land.
David, who was denied the right to build the first temple.
Areala… Joan of Arc…
And what of poor sister Beatrice? What is to become of her? She felt so alone, without the comforting presence of the holy spirit. The ancient words of Christ taunting her. Has she indeed been forsaken?
With an anguish cry, she fell on her knees, face cradled in her palms. What was becoming of her?
“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help” she mumbled, the words rushing out of her mouth, hasting up to the heavens.
“My help cometh from the Lord, who hath made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: and he that keepeth thee will not sleep. Behold, he that keepeth Israel: shall neither slumber nor sleep.” She took a big gulp of air, eyes scrunched tightly. Was this what David had felt, hiding in the cave from Saul? He knew he was following God’s command, and yet, he had to hide like a common thief. And Jesus on the cross, he too felt abandoned despite being God’s beloved son. What help does she deserve, she who cowers in the shadow of such giants, such advocates of the Lord?
And Sister Beatrice, of the cruciform sword order, prayed.
“The Lord himself is thy keeper: the Lord is thy defence upon thy right hand; So that the sun shall not burn thee by day: neither the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in: from this time forth for evermore”.
She restarted, hanging on to the words.
“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help… from whence cometh my help…”
She didn’t know how long she stayed like that, the same prayer repeating, from the depths of her humble soul.
A branch broke behind her.
Steps approached, slowly, carefully. She opened her eyes and turned to see who it was approaching. She noticed dusk has started to settle, the sun turning low, still shining brightly in her eyes. Its’ beams were in the back of the person approaching, turning them into a silhouette. She squinted her eyes, the light too strong.
“Beatrice?” Ava’s hesitant voice reached her ears. Two steps more and her worried face was visible.
“Ava….” She breathed.
Ava stopped in front of Beatrice, worry etched clearly on her face. They were getting close to dinner, and Beatrice was no where to be seen. She herself had spent the majority of the afternoon reading, using a website Camilla showed her to understand some of the more complicated prose. Of course, Camilla was quite surprised herself to see what her the Halo bearer was up to, but helped her non the less (and then left up with a very puzzled expression on her face).
“We’re getting ready for dinner Beatrice, and we haven’t seen you since lunch.” Beatrice just stared at her, blinking slowly.
“Will you come to wash up with me before we eat?” Ava reached out with her hand, and Beatrice wordlessly took it.
When they walked in, the sisters working in the kitchen turned to look at them. They didn’t stop, Ava just shushing them with her hand.
As they reached the bathroom, she closed the door behind them. It was a bit eerie, the way Beatrice just looked at her, a quiet sort of comprehension on her face. She wasn’t crying, but there was a profound fatigue visible. And while Ava missed the proud warrior she has become so attached to, she was just as attached to the nun, but - and perhaps most of all, the young woman who so clearly needed her support.
“Do you want to shower together again?” Ava asked, quickly adding, “Nothing funny, I promise. Maybe a bad pun here and there or you know, something else that will probably pop in my mind because you kn…” she was hushed by Beatrice’s finger on her lips, stopping their movement.
Beatrice was smiling, shaking her head sideways, a fond look on her face. okay, that’s a good thing Ava thought. And then stopped thinking entirely when Beatrice started undoing her shirt, nimble fingers going slowly from button to button.
Ava swallowed, and trying to maintain the most casual expression she could, pulled off her own shirt. She followed Beatrice movement, till they were standing naked in front of each other. It was the second time in as many days she got to see the beautiful nun in the nude, and unlike yesterday, this time there was, well she thought there was, less anguish and drama all around, and it made it… very challenging, to focus just on washing. and no touching! she mentally scolded herself, taking two steps past Beatrice into the shower.
Ava was focusing on playing with the hot and cold water dials, trying to set up the perfect temperature for their second shower together, when she nearly jumped out of her skin as two hands snuck around her waist, and followed up the heavenly feeling of a warm, well defined body attaching itself to her. She felt a head settling on her shoulder, but heard nothing but a sigh, almost lost in the sound of water pouring down from the shower head.
“Hey there…” Ava focused on the water, the hands around her, anything except the two mounds she felt being pressed against her back. “How ya doin’ Beatrice? Do you feel better?”
She took a small step forward, and another, until they were both under the warm current coming down on them. She then turned, feeling the arms around her loosening up a little but not letting go. She was pleased to see a small smile on Beatrice’s face, and wrapped her own arms around her neck, bringing their bodies together.
“I feel better when I’m with you,” Beatrice said softly, her nose gently touching Ava’s and going back.
“Me too, like, tons better.” Ava easily admitted. “Do you want to wash yourself or….”
Without moving her eyes away, Beatrice reached behind Ava and retrieved the soft washcloth hanging there.
“Let me wash you first, if that’s ok” she whispered.
“Sssure,” Ava gulped.
As Beatrice leathered up the washcloth and started gently moving it across Ava’s body, all she could think of was how aroused she was becoming, and how inappropriate it must be. But come on, she’s naked with pretty much a goddess, like a model from commercials she used to watch, how can she not react this way? Granted, her living and breathing model might be going through a mental breakdown, but that didn’t change the fact she was so… so attractive. Hot. Tempting…
“Are you still here Ava?” Beatrice teased her, then mercifully turned her around to wash her back. Ava thought that will surely give her the time she needed to collect herself…. Just to realize how wrong she was as she felt the soft cloth gliding down her back, circling around her buttocks and slowly reaching the apex of her legs. Subconsciously, she spread her legs.
“I’m here, totally,” she quickly breathed. She heard Beatrice chuckled and hugged her again, the soap on Ava’s back causing their bodies to glide even more smoothly against each other.
“I’m going to wash your legs now” Beatrice whispered in Ava’s ear, kissing the cheek underneath.
“Cool, cool,” Ava thought for a second and turned. “Beatrice, seriously. How’s it going? I feel like your mood is all over the place”.
Beatrice focused on washing Ava’s legs for a moment, and when finished she stood up, handing the cloth to Ava.
“Honestly Ava, I feel so out of it. My emotions are just rampaging, and I don’t how to reach serenity”. Ava hummed noncommittedly, adding soap to the cloth and starting her own slow movement across the body in front of her. A moment later Beatrice continued.
“I can usually put everything in place, but now, every time I close a drawer, it all comes flying out. All sense of order is gone and I… “ she stopped, continued. “I don’t know how we proceed from here”.
“I thought we’re going all John Wicks, you killed my dog revenge on Adriel and his little bitch Vincent?” Ava wasn’t sure if her blunt response was the right one. Beatrice didn’t answer, and Ava turned her around so she could wash her back.
“I read some things today,” Ava started again. “In the bible.”
“What?” Beatrice turned, incredulous, laughing. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, and turn around sister oh ye of little faith” Beatrice turned again, chuckling.
“Now don’t be a smartass and listen,” Ava really didn’t want to fuck this up. She read those passages over and over, trying to make sure she won’t forget them.
“Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses” she started, testing the waters. Beatrice hummed, but said nothing.
Ava took a breath, her movements slow and deliberate. “Do not say, I will repay evil. Wait for the Lord, and he will deliver you”. Silence.
Ava took a deep breath. "Refrain from anger, and forsake wrath. Beatrice..." she stopped, hugging Beatrice close to her. The usage of her name seemed to have snapped something in Beatrice. She turned inside Ava's hug, her eyes red. Ava palmed her face, and continued. “Fret not yourself; it tends only to evil. For the evildoers shall be cut off, but those who wait for the Lord shall inherit the land.”
“I thought the meek will inherit the Earth” Beatrice whispered, a thread of humor returning.
“I’m meek, so I’m quite happy to inherit whatever is handed down to me, as long as it’s not clothes. I’m so done with that.” Ava leaned forward and kissed Beatrice, softly.
“Can I share more with you?”
“Please.”
“Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death” another kiss. “Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it”, and another. The water washed them, and Beatrice felt it was baptism of sorts. She let Ava’s words cleanse her.
“Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.” She replied, initiating a kiss of her own. “You”, she emphasized, “make known to me the path of life”.
Their bodies were washed, and Beatrice felt her soul had been indeed been reborn, in a way. This was her salvation. She will follow Ava, through hell and back if needed. This is what the Lord has sent forth, this is where her life has been leading her. And she won’t let darkness take over her soul, for this will mean she will miss the light, the oh so bright light Ava, her halo bearer, will surely bring into her life.
“Yo Ava!” she suddenly heard Mary’s voice blasting through the house. “Come down already, we’re hungry!”
“Oh shit,” Ava silently cursed. She felt the moment with Beatrice was so pure, she just didn’t want it to end. Plus her block busters weren’t used yet. Lines that, when she read them, gave her a special thrill.
“We have time Ava, but Lilith may phase into this room and I would hate for her to have to deal with the awkwardness that’ll happen” Beatrice laughed, and turned off the water. She turned back and found herself wrapped again in Ava’s arms, and a warm mouth attacking her.
“Not yet” Ava breathed, her lips moving against her own. “I just got you back, please. Just another moment.” And Beatrice could not deny her. She let Ava push her back against the wall, moaning as their bodies collided. Her hands grasped Ava’s strong buttocks, pushing her hard against herself, delighting in her cry of delight against her mouth.
“Oh my God, Beatrice” Ava sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “I didn’t know.. I didn’t” and she kissed Beatrice like a mad woman, and Beatrice recuperated in kind, feeling she just cannot get enough.
“AVA!!!” another shout from downstairs, closer now.
They pulled back from each other, chests heaving.
They made a quick work of drying up and headed back down. As they sat, Beatrice felt – just for a moment – like they were back in Cat’s Cradle, just days before the Earth turned under their feet. Laughing together, teasing each other over silly, silly things. Ava’s absolutely vulgar eating, Camilla tearing into her food but in a significantly more polite way. Lilith scowling at Ava but it was clear to see there was so much care in that look. And Mary, who just gave her an understanding look, squeezing her shoulder and back to eating.
After dinner they all settled down in the living room, just chatting away about everything and anything, just reviving each other’s spirits.
Beatrice sat on a sole couch, with Ava seated on the carpet between her legs, her head leaning up against one thigh. Beatrice absentmindedly played with her hair, while keeping up the conversation around. No one needed to mention anything about their obvious intimacy, and Beatrice was grateful for it. She did not shy from it, not after the oath she took to protect Ava, but her feelings about everything felt incredibly raw and she wanted to shelter her emotions just a little longer.
The door to the house was open, with winds softly blowing inside, bringing in the smell of the fields, an owl scream. When they all quieted down and just enjoyed each other company, alleviated by the strong bond of the order.
“Would you mind if I played some music?” Antonia stood up and after the mumbled agreement, went to a CD player across the room. She thought for a second, eventually choosing one.
“I’ve heard this singer preforming at the Vatican once, just before I left the order” she explained. “Some of her songs are magnificent, and I find them very relatable.
As the music started, a serene but aching voice filled the room. A foreign language wrapped around them, and even though they couldn’t understand the words, something in the tone touched them.
“What is she singing about?” Camilla asked, charmed.
“The song is called ‘Tre Giorni’,” Antonia explained. “I think when she was invited to sing it, they thought it was about the Triduum Sacrum but after I read about it, turns out it’s just a love song, the 3 days in which she is wandering the desert, pounding on walls and searching for her love, until she is found and let in”.
“Beautiful” Camilla whispered.
Ava reached up without looking, taking a hold of Beatrice’s arm. She brought it down, kissing her open palm and then placed the back of the hand against her cheek, breathing in deeply.
The song switched into a modern rendition of ‘Ave Marie’, and if ever there was a song the devote sisters felt to the core, it must have been that.
“Ave Maria
Where have you been hiding?
Don’t you know we need you?
Things are looking pretty bad down here…”
Lilith curled up closer to Camilla, and even Mary, sitting to Camilla’s left, shuffled a bit closer. Antonia closed her eyes, nodding slowly with the music.
Beatrice leaned forward, leaning her cheek on the top of her head, her other arms sneaking around Ava’s chest, bringing her in even closer. Ava herself enjoyed the music, but realized that her sisters must have found a deeper meaning than she could relate to. She thought back to that evening at the party with JC, the strong bass pumping and how all she could think about was getting him to notice her. She never would have thought mere days later she’d find herself somewhere in rural Italy, listening to kind of religious music, with the most amazing person she’s ever met in her life wrapped around her. Although, to be honest, she kind of wanted end up in the same place with Beatrice as she did with JC… but it was on a completely different emotional plane. Mary was right, she had a crush on JC, he filled something instant, but this, her, Beatrice, that was something else entirely.
She truly believed they were meant to be like this.
A soft guitar and violin combination, along with drumming, was playing.
“Give me your pain
give me your sorrow
give me your loneliness
and broken dreams
your bad times
and your worry
now forget
now forget….”
Ava turned, looking straight at Beatrice. With one arms still wrapped around her, she took the other which she held against her face, in both her palms. She closed her fingers around it and brought the fingers up to her lips, gently kissing each digit, her look not wavering. Beatrice could only stare back, the words and Ava’s penetrating look washing over her.
“Give me your past
give me your family
give me the walls you build
and the ones you break
your shadows
and your longing
now forget.
now forget…”
Beatrice leaned over, her forehead touching Ava’s lightly. She needed to be closer to her. The words washed over her spirit, perhaps another message from god, wrapping the last two days and preparing her to let go.
“I’ll put it all
in a small wooden box
with the rusty old lock
and the sparrows in flight
ill guard it with my life
through the long long night…”
They were with their eyes closed now, breathing against each other. Where Beatrice thought there will be chaos, she found peace, serenity, purpose. She accepted it all, Ava’s desire to take on her sins, to guide her through the turmoil that surely awaits them.
“you are my eyes
you are my passion
you are my journey to where I’ve been
you are my reason
for living
now forget
now forget…..”
The music continued on, but they were both obvious to it, to the room around them.
“You are my passion” Ava whispered. She opened her eyes now, and Beatrice melted at those big brown orbs, who somehow, despite everything he had lived – died – and live again through, still had so much innocence in them.
Mary cleared her throat, and Beatrice snapped out of the haze she was in to see a myriad of pleased reactions and a red, but still pleased, look on Camilla’s.
“I think we will call it a night,” Beatrice mumbled, pulling herself up and out of the couch, her face burning.
“Ah ha…” Mary hummed, clearly amused. “Yes, I think you will”.
Even though she wanted to flee the room, Beatrice turned to Sister Antonia, who looked as amused as Mary. “Thank you, sister, for dinner and for your gracious hospitality. I feel this hasn’t been said enough”.
“Nonsense,” she waived dismissingly in the air. “It is an honor and a pleasure. Rest well, Sister Beatrice”.
*****
Ava held her hand all the way to the room, and when the door was shut behind them she leaned on it, hands behind her body, just staring at Beatrice.
“What?” Beatrice whispered, slowly approaching.
“I want to do something, but I don’t want you to think I’m crazy”. Beatrice lifted one eyebrow. “Like, more crazy than I already am”.
“You’re not crazy Ava,” Beatrice laughed. “Dorky, quirky, but your mental fortitude is by far stronger than mine.”
“yeah okay, but, just flow with me here, okay?” Ava seemed almost jittery, in complete contrast to how mellow and quiet she was just a minute ago.
“I’m listening…”
“Okay so I wrote down, well, I marked things I read that I wanted to share with you, can we hold off on…” Ava stopped, not sure what name to give it yet. “On whatever is going to happen, or not, which is also fine, till I share it with you?”
“of course Ava, of course.” Beatrice assured her, then stopped. “Can I kiss you though? Just before we start our bible study group?”
“It’s not a group and it’s not…” Beatrice’s lips pressing on hers stopped her rambling. She enthusiastically returned the kiss, delighted when she realized it was not their lips, but their tongues caressing each other as well. A strong, well defined curl started in her bellow and migrated lower, setting between her feet. Oh boy.
“Okaaayyy….” She moved her head sideways, kissing the white, elegant neck just below those tantalizing lips. “Can we move to the bed? If it’s ok?”
Beatrice nodded, and then ended up at the top of the bed, Ava leaning her back against the strong wood and Beatrice sitting between her legs, leaning up against her. It was almost identical to the position they were in earlier that day.
Ava closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating.
“There is not fear in love, but perfect love casts our fear” and kiss to Beatrice’s cheek.
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong doing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things” with each pause between sentences, another kiss was placed, further up, down to the strong shoulder, the other side.
“Beloved” she whispered, seeing and feeling the shivering skin beneath. “let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.” Ava’s hands, who were still and unmoving wrapped around Beatrice, now untangled and and, without thinking about it, pulled Beatrice’s shirt up and over her head. Just before she leaned back up against her, Ava pulled her own shirt off. They were again skin on skin, back to front.
“Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love” Ava continued her quote, her hands now slowly moving up, until eventually cupping the breasts above.
“Oh Ava” Beatrice moaned, her hands covering Ava’s.
“As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters” she squeezed gently, Beatrice arching against her. She then turned, eyes on fire.
“A lovely deer, a graceful doe” Her voice answered, hands covering Ava’s breasts, circling, caressing. “Let her breasts fill you at all times with delight; be intoxicated always in her love”
“You always have to be so much better than me” Ava half heatedly complained. Beatrice leaned over and kissed her, a slow languid kiss.
“Not at all, Just a little head start on you with my studies, but you’re such a quick study Ava” she praised her, and Ava shivered. “I’m sure you’ll catch up in no time.”
Beatrice ran her tongue in circles across Ava’s neck, biting, suckling. Ava’s hands were on the back of her head, pushing her against the skin. It was a hedonistic feeling she had not known before, had never felt, but oh, God, she was ready to anoint herself with it.
Ava gently shoved her back, and slid down the bed, quickly pulling Beatrice back on top of her… and surprising her by rolling over, careful so they don’t fly off the bed.
As she was sitting on top of her, Beatrice’s hands were free once again to roam, and she wasted no time in pulling herself back up so that her face was now level with Ava’s chest.
“How beautiful and pleasant you are, Oh loved one, with all your delights” Ava’s hands wrapped around the back of her neck, and she arched again grounding herself into Beatrice, mouth slightly open, eyes closed.
“Look at me, Ava” Beatrice asked softly. Ava opened her eyes, her eyes dark with desire.
“Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine” she whispered, her hands covering them once again. “Your mouth like the best wine. It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth” They were both shaking now, and Ava suddenly understood why the pen is mightier than the sword. She was all hers.
Slowly, without taking her eyes off of Ava, Beatrice slid one hand, lower, to the top of the pants Ava wore, then slipping under the elastic band and that of her panties underneath. She could feel the heat, and the undeniable wetness.
Ava's pelvis was now still, and just the sound of their breaths mixing in the air. And when she couldn’t hold it anymore, Beatrice let go, her fingers sliding into a well of thick desire awaiting her.
Her mouth was against Ava’s, breathing hard, and she used one last line, as Ava trembled at her touch, whispering,
“I am my beloved's, and her desire is for me….”
And Over that night, and the morning light that followed, bringing the third day upon them, Sister Beatrice, Warrior nun of the order of the Cruciform Sword, was reborn and anointed, for she was briefly darkness, but thanks to Ava she arose, shone, for her light has come, as the glory of the Lord has risen upon her.
Let there be light… and there was light.