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Drinking with Beatrice was proving to be more fun than Ava had thought, but what she hadn’t anticipated was her intense yearning for the other woman. She didn’t think that could get any stronger, yet here she was, heart pounding with every touch and gaze. Watching Beatrice dance- hair down, sweater off- was like seeing her for the first time. For the first time since Ava had met her, she could see that Beatrice was finally unbound… unburdened. At this particular moment, they had no worries, and that relief was evident in Beatrice’s demeanor.
Or, well, maybe that was just the alcohol.
Either way, God, was she beautiful.
Beatrice, on the other hand, was having the same thought. Drinking with Ava was more fun than she’d expected, and while the feeling of being drunk was strange and new, she found herself less inhibited.
Normally, Beatrice would feel guilty for such behavior. She would feel guilty for imbibing, but most of all, she would feel guilty for the thoughts she was having about Ava. Thoughts of pulling her closer… Thoughts of kissing her. But most of all, thoughts of touching her. Thoughts of their bodies pressed together in the bed they shared every night.
These thoughts made an appearance as often as one might think, and Beatrice silently scolded herself for them. She didn’t allow herself to think these thoughts or even feel the things that came with them. Tonight, however, as she did more shots with Ava, Beatrice found herself fantasizing with abandon.
“Are you having fun?” Ava shouted over the music, her face close to Beatrice’s ear. The feeling of her breath sent shivers down Bea’s spine.
“Yes,” Beatrice answered, smiling widely.
They continued to dance, leaving some space between them until Beatrice found herself instinctively reaching out for Ava. Ava, much to Bea’s surprise, stepped closer without objection.
Beatrice’s hand moved to rest on Ava’s hip, fingers trembling with uncertainty as she placed her other hand on Ava’s shoulder. She hesitated for a moment, attempting to resist the urge to pull her closer, but it became increasingly difficult. Her fingers twitched, carrying a shy softness as she brought her hand from Ava’s shoulder to her neck. She took note of the way the shorter woman’s eyes lit up, seemingly welcoming the contact.
A man moved into the space around them, his arms in the air as he danced wildly, pushing the two closer together.
Beatrice and Ava both laughed, watching him flail his arms around as their bodies were now pressed against each other. It didn’t take long for them to redirect their attention, their eyes locking. That was the moment when Beatrice saw what she could only describe as a longing look in Ava’s eyes. Yearning.
“Hi,” Beatrice breathed, a smile starting to creep onto her lips as she allowed herself to acknowledge the closeness and relax.
“Hi,” Ava replied, her voice carrying a sultry tone as she spoke.
Beatrice’s hand gripped Ava’s shirt as her body tensed in reaction to Ava’s voice. “Hi,” she spoke again, swallowing nervously.
Ava laughed and it was a soft, sexy sound that Beatrice noted made her heart race. She wanted to hear those sounds again. The voice, the laugh. Ava was gorgeous and terrifying all at once. But…
Now that she thought about it, was this okay?
Self-conscious, Beatrice retracted her hands, beginning to take a small step back, only stopping when Ava’s hand took hold of hers. She laced her fingers through Beatrice’s and pulled her closer, their faces now inches apart.
“Bea, it’s okay,” Ava promised, squeezing Beatrice’s hand. “You can touch me.” She led Beatrice’s hands to her waist and placed them against her body gently before laying her own hands on top of them.
Beatrice’s breath hitched, her fingers moving slightly to graze against the small bit of exposed skin. “Okay,” she replied.
Ava’s hands slid up Beatrice’s arms, moving straight from her hands to the slightly taller woman’s shoulders. She wanted to wrap her arms around Beatrice’s neck, but she didn’t let herself. Not yet.
“Is this okay?” She asked, tilting her head as she watched Beatrice struggle to relax. “We can stop if you-“
“No, it’s okay. I’m just nervous,” Beatrice replied with an anxious chuckle. She pulled Ava closer, wrapping her arms around her waist. “This is okay.”
Ava smiled, wrapping her arms around Beatrice’s neck, the distance between them closing to almost nothing. Their faces were now less than an inch apart, and the urge to kiss Ava began to present itself much more intensely. At this point, everything around them had faded away and they were practically in their own world, absolutely mesmerized by each other.
“Can I kiss you?” Ava asked suddenly, her voice soft but pleading. It took Beatrice off-guard, because, well, hadn’t Ava-
“W-what?” Beatrice asked because surely she hadn’t heard her right. There was no way Ava had asked if she could kiss Bea-
“Can I kiss you?” Ava asked again, closer this time so Beatrice could hear her better.
“You- Wh- But- what about Miguel?” Beatrice was certain Ava had been flirting with Miguel all this time. That was why she was trying to spend so much time with him… right?
Ava’s eyebrows furrowed. “What? You can’t be serious, Bea.”
“What?”
“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past month! Why do you think I kept “forgetting” my clothes whenever I took a shower?”
Beatrice looked down, remembering all the moments Ava would come out of the bathroom with a little towel wrapped around her body, claiming she’d forgotten her change of clothes. Now that Beatrice thought about it, it happened way too often to be a coincidence.
She looked up at Ava, who reached up with one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek for a moment after as a small smile formed on her lips.
“Come on, Bea. It’s always been you. How could it be anyone but you ?”
Their eyes met for a moment, the realization washing over Beatrice like a massive wave. Without speaking, she glanced down at Ava’s lips. Soft, supple… begging to be kissed. She looked back up at Ava’s eyes, noticing that look again. The yearning.
Almost absentmindedly, they began to lean closer, Ava’s eyes closing automatically before their lips pressed together in a soft, timid kiss. Beatrice’s eyes remained open and wide, but only for a moment. It took her a few seconds to adjust and calm her thoughts, but as soon as she did, she reached up, placing a hand on Ava’s cheek.
Ava’s hands moved to the back of Beatrice’s neck, fingers tangled in her hair. After a few seconds, they pulled away and Ava rested her forehead against Beatrice’s.
They stayed like that for a moment, their eyes closed as the people in the bar continued to dance around, the music still blasting.
Ava opened her eyes and smiled when she was met with Beatrice’s soft gaze. They looked at each other for a moment before Beatrice leaned forward once more, kissing Ava with more fervor, prompting a surprise hum to emanate from the woman’s throat. As the kiss became more passionate, Ava’s lips parted but Beatrice didn’t dare take it any further.
She pulled away, earning a quiet whine of protest from Ava, which caused her to smile a bit. She leaned close to Ava’s ear, making sure her breath could be felt on her skin. “Let’s go home,” she whispered. She felt Ava inhale sharply, her hands making fists around Beatrice’s hair for a moment before she nodded quickly.
They paid for their drinks and made their way out of the bar, interlocking their hands as they stepped out onto the street. They didn’t hold hands for long, though, as Ava had grown quite needy, silently requesting more contact by putting her arm around Beatrice’s neck.
Bea’s arm snaked around Ava’s waist, which had been precisely what the younger girl had wanted, fingers gently tracing circles on the bit of exposed skin between the hem of Ava’s crop top and the top of her jeans.
The more Ava thought about what was happening, she realized that she didn’t expect anything to come out of it. She expected they would go home, maybe kiss a bit more, and then go to bed. And she was okay with that. More than okay. As long as she got to at least kiss Bea again, she was happy.
They made it to their apartment, arms still wrapped around one another, and Beatrice used her free hand to reach into her pocket for the key. Unlocking the door, she turned the doorknob and pushed it open before turning to face Ava and pulling her close.
Ava let out a surprised giggle, allowing herself to be pulled closer. “Hi,” she spoke as she was led through the door.
Once they were inside, she kicked the door closed behind them and Beatrice set the keys down… Not once did either of them take their eyes off of the other.
“Hi,” Beatrice replied, smiling as Ava tucked her hair behind her ears.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair down, Bea,” Ava said, her voice just above a whisper, soft and sweet, as her hand moved to rest on Beatrice’s cheek.
“No?” Bea asked, leaning into Ava’s touch. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re beautiful either way.”
Beautiful. That was the second time she’d heard Ava use that word to describe her. It gave Beatrice chills hearing the word come out of Ava’s mouth and knowing she was directing it towards her. Beatrice seemed lost in thought now, prompting Ava to lean forward and kiss her cheek. The contact of Ava’s soft lips against her cheek brought Beatrice back to reality.
“Where’d you go?” Ava asked softly, brushing her nose against Bea’s cheek.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“How foolish I was to wait this long.”
Ava leaned back and looked at Beatrice with a curious gaze before quickly taking note of the look of desire present in her eyes.
“Foolish, huh?” Ava asked, her voice low. “I’d say more inconsiderate.”
Beatrice raised an eyebrow. “Hm. How so?”
“You kept me waiting.”
“Did I?”
Ava nodded, leaning in close and brushing her nose against Beatrice’s. Their lips touched only for a second before Ava pulled back slightly.
“Are you gonna make it up to me?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.
Beatrice chuckled, her eyes darkening as lust seemed to overcome her. “I will certainly do my best,” she replied.
Beatrice began to walk, turning them around but not once letting go of Ava. She knew where she was leading her, so she was not at all surprised when Ava’s back gently hit a wall.
“Oh,” Ava breathed, smiling widely. “You’re full of surprises tonight, Bea.”
Beatrice chuckled, her hands sliding up Ava’s back. “I’m not finished yet,” she replied before kissing Ava passionately.
It was quite a change from Beatrice’s usual behavior, and it wasn’t at all what Ava expected, but she was thoroughly enjoying it.
Being in the privacy of their apartment, the kiss very quickly became hungry, and soon they found themselves pulling at each other’s clothing, desperate to have skin-on-skin contact as their lips parted.
When she felt Ava’s lips part, Beatrice took that as a sign to slip her tongue ever so slightly into Ava’s mouth. This proved to be a good idea when Ava let out a soft moan, opening her mouth even more.
As they continued to kiss, Beatrice allowed herself to get lost in Ava, any thoughts of “maybe I shouldn’t do this” or “this is wrong” melting away completely, leaving one simple phrase: I want her.
Ava pushed her body against Beatrice, pulling away from the kiss and letting out a heavy sigh. “I want you,” she breathed, the words sending a shiver through Beatrice’s body. “Touch me, Bea. Please,” Ava whined.
Beatrice felt her body react in ways she’d always done her best to avoid. Throbbing. She swallowed hard as she moved her hands from Ava’s waist, allowing them to slip underneath the black crop top she’d worn to the bar. Her hands stopped halfway, her fingers brushing against the bra underneath.
“Do you want my shirt off?” Ava asked, her voice low and sexy as she eyed Beatrice lustfully. That look alone could’ve brought Bea to her knees, but something told her Ava wanted her to be in charge.
Beatrice nodded, silently lifting the shirt up and above Ava’s head before tossing it to the floor. Her eyes scanned Ava’s body- what was now exposed to her, at least- with admiration. “You’re so beautiful,” she muttered, as she made eye contact with Ava.
The moment their eyes met, the connection could be felt stronger than ever before and Beatrice wondered how she could ever think Ava was interested in Miguel.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner,” Beatrice spoke softly, reaching up to cup Ava’s face.
Ava felt her heart pound at the gentle touches, a much different feeling than before. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“The way you look at me. Seeing it now, I realize… You’ve been looking at me like that for a while,” Beatrice explained, causing Ava to giggle.
“I was wondering when you’d notice.”
“I was too busy telling myself you could never be interested.”
“How could I not be?”
Those words echoed in Beatrice’s mind, filling her with emotions she’d been shoving into a bottle for, well, as long as she can remember.
She leaned forward and kissed Ava, allowing herself to once again become lost in the woman she’d been longing for since that moment when they were training, getting her ready to enter Adriel’s tomb.
Ava broke the kiss, brushing her nose against Beatrice’s, taking a moment to look at the slightly taller woman in front of her. “Can I take your shirt off?” She asked, only wanting to go as far as Bea was comfortable with. Much to her surprise, however, Beatrice nodded, guiding Ava’s hands to the hem of her sweater. Ava lifted it and Bea raised her arms to allow the sweater to be removed before it was tossed to the side as Ava’s shirt had been.
With that out of the way, Ava placed her hands on Beatrice’s shoulders before running them down, feeling the fabric of the button-down shirt that had been underneath the sweater. Her hands moved back up, and her fingers trailed along the buttons until she reached the top. She undid the first button, looking up at Bea as she made her way down. Beatrice, who had been watching Ava the whole time, smiled gently when their eyes met. They held their gaze, only breaking eye contact as soon as Beatrice’s shirt was fully open. The moment the final button was undone, Ava’s eyes shifted down, looking over what had just been revealed.
Beatrice’s body wasn’t at all what Ava had expected. She expected more muscles to show, but that wasn’t the case. She was toned, yes, but soft at the same time. She was beautiful. Ava placed her hands on Bea’s abdomen, gently caressing the bare skin with her thumbs. She felt Beatrice’s hand caressing her cheek, causing her to break into a small smile.
“What?” Beatrice asked softly, noticing the smile.
Ava looked up, her smile getting bigger. “Nothing. I’m just happy,” she replied before pushing the open shirt off Beatrice’s shoulders, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor.
Beatrice smiled back, surprisingly relaxed now that her shirt was off. “I’m happy, too.”
Ava took hold of her hands and pulled her closer, letting out a soft sigh as their skin touched. “Touch me, Bea. Please.”
Beatrice wasted no time responding to Ava’s request, running her hands up and down Ava’s back and along her sides as she leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She trailed kisses along Ava’s jawline and down to her neck, taking note of the reactions she earned from Ava.
Heavy breathing, fingers caught in her hair. She loved every second of it, making her wonder why she had been denying herself such an experience. Feeling somewhat experimental, Beatrice lingered at the base of Ava’s neck and began to gently bite and suck on the skin there. Ava let out a whimper, her hands closing into fists around Bea’s hair.
“Beatrice,” Ava moaned, pushing her hips forward to press the lower half of her body against Bea.
Beatrice felt an almost electric feeling shoot through her body as she heard Ava moan her name, the sensation triggering an almost primal desire. Her hands moved down to Ava’s waist, pulling the shorter woman against her as she trailed kisses up her neck once more, stopping when she reached her ear.
“Turn around,” Beatrice directed, her voice just above a whisper. She could tell how much the sound of her voice affected Ava, smirking as she let out a soft whimper.
Ava didn’t question Beatrice, she just simply did as she was told and turned around. With her back to Beatrice, Ava found herself curious but excited about what could be coming next.
Beatrice gently pushed Ava against the wall, taking her hands and guiding them up until her arms were extended. She kept Ava’s arms pinned for a moment, pressing herself against Ava’s backside with her mouth right next to her ear.
“Keep your arms up. Even after I let go,” Beatrice told her, her tone the same as before. Low and sexy, gentle but commanding. Ava loved it.
When Beatrice released her grip on Ava’s wrists, Ava kept her arms up, just as she’d been told, earning a smile from Beatrice.
“Good girl,” Beatrice hummed, placing a kiss against the back of Ava’s bare shoulder.
Those words sent a wave of… something through Ava’s body, her body jerking back against Beatrice instinctively.
“Say that again,” Ava whimpered, letting out a moan as Beatrice’s hands began to explore her body, the slightly older woman reaching around from behind her.
“What?” Beatrice asked, her hands running over Ava’s still-covered breasts. “Good girl?”
“Yes.”
“You have to earn that, darling.”
Those words practically made Ava melt right there, her fingers trembling against the wall she was currently pinned to. Beatrice’s hands moved to Ava’s back, fingers trailing along the seams of her bra. Without a second thought, Bea unclasped the garment, instructing Ava to lower her arms to allow it to fall to the ground. She then wrapped her arms around Ava, her hands trailing up Ava’s abdomen before reaching her chest.
She couldn’t exactly admire them from this position, but touching them was a close second. So, massaging Ava’s breasts, Beatrice lowered her head and placed kisses along Ava’s clavicle, neck, and jawline.
“Please, Bea,” Ava breathed, pushing her ass against Beatrice’s crotch. “Please touch me. I need more.”
Beatrice let out a soft gasp, pushing Ava against the wall again. She was gentle, of course, but her movements were still firm. She wanted to make sure Ava understood what she wanted without having to say it. She placed one hand on Ava’s back, the other running down her stomach, stopping at the hem of her pants. The hand that was on Ava’s back gently ran along the center, fingers brushing against the circular scar left from the Halo.
The feeling of Beatrice’s fingers brushing against the sensitive scar on her back made Ava’s body jerk as a gasp escaped her lips.
“Sorry,” Beatrice said quickly. “Does that hurt?” Her voice became soft, concern evident in her tone.
“No,” Ava promised, turning her head to look at Beatrice from over her shoulder. “It’s just… sensitive. A lot has happened to that particular spot and no one’s ever touched me there.” No one’s ever really touched her anywhere. Except for JC. But even then, they didn’t spend nearly as much time touching each other.
“I’m sorry,” Beatrice apologized again, leaning forward to kiss Ava’s cheek.
“Don’t apologize, Bea,” Ava replied, letting out a soft sigh. “You can touch it.” The gesture, however, was very sweet.
Beatrice nodded, directing her attention back to Ava’s back. She looked at the scar, her eyes scanning it for a moment. It was strange to think that the Halo was in there. Just under the skin, an ancient holy artifact.
She traced the outside with her fingers, not at all surprised to find that when she did so, Ava let out the slightest whimper, her back arching. Ava had said the scar was sensitive, so the movements must have been involuntary.
Beatrice leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on top of the scar, an act that caused Ava’s hips to jerk back, effectively pressing her ass into Bea’s crotch once more. Ava could feel Beatrice’s breath, hot and heavy on her skin as she continued to place kisses on and around the scar at the center of her back. Remembering the hand that was lingering at the hem of her jeans, Ava reached down, placing her hand on top of Beatrice’s before attempting to guide it down.
Beatrice chuckled, moving her hand to where Ava wanted it but slowly. Painstakingly slow. The chuckle was painful to hear, Ava wanted more and she wanted it now.
“Bea,” Ava whined, trying to urge Beatrice to move her hand down further. “Please. Touch me. Please.”
Beatrice supposed she could give Ava what she wanted, seeing as she’d been waiting long enough. So, without further contemplation, Beatrice sent both hands down to Ava’s waistband, taking a moment to unbutton her pants before slipping a hand down.
Thoughts of doubt crossed her mind, causing her to pause for a moment. Ava noticed the pause, placing her hand on top of Beatrice’s and giving her a reassuring squeeze.
“We can stop, Bea,” Ava spoke through her heavy breathing. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Beatrice considered Ava’s words for a moment, thankful that she was so concerned for her feelings. “Are you sure?” She asked softly.
Ava nodded, pulling Beatrice’s hand out of her pants and turning around to face her. At that moment, Beatrice could see Ava’s face for the first time since before she’d turned her around.
She was flushed and breathless, her pupils dilated, a light sheen of sweat visible on her forehead.
Beatrice could help but stare, her eyes scanning the woman in front of her. “You’re so beautiful.” She reached up and cupped Ava’s now smiling face.
That was an even better sight.
“How do you manage to reassure me and also make me forget what I’d even been worried about all at once?” Beatrice asked, letting out a laugh.
Ava giggled, shrugging as she placed her hands on top of Beatrice’s. “I have no idea. But does this mean we’re not stopping?”
Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head a bit. “No, we’re not stopping. But we are moving to the bed.”
What followed was Beatrice bending down and hooking her arms around Ava’s thighs, lifting her up off of the ground. Ava let out a surprised yelp, her arms wrapping around Beatrice’s neck. Beatrice carried Ava over to their bed, both of them crashing down onto it once they’d reached it. Their giggles filled the room as Beatrice allowed herself to fall on top of Ava, their bodies flush against each other.
They adjusted their positioning so that Beatrice wasn’t hanging off of the bed awkwardly, but remained the same way: Beatrice on top of Ava, her waist settled comfortably between Ava’s legs.
“Should we… take our pants off?” Beatrice asked, her eyes scanning Ava’s face, admiring her beauty. Obviously, it was something she’d noticed before, but she hadn’t allowed herself to look too close.
Ava nodded eagerly, smiling as she watched Beatrice admire her. “We should take our pants off,” she confirmed.
They paused for a moment, staring at each other before shooting up and fumbling to take their pants off as fast as possible, both of them silently relieved that the other had moved just as quickly.
The second their pants hit the floor, Beatrice was back where she had been before, her waist fitting perfectly into the space between Ava’s legs. Their lips crashed together, more eager and hungry than before now that there was little to nothing separating their skin.
Ava could feel Beatrice’s soft skin against hers, a little damp with the light layer of sweat that was forming. Her hands began to wander, running down Beatrice’s back, eager to grab something specific. For… science.
Beatrice couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp as she felt Ava’s hands on her ass, pulling away from the kiss to look at her. “Oh, that’s, um,” she stuttered, unsure what to say.
“Oh, sorry. Is that okay?” Ava asked, furrowing her eyebrows in concern. She definitely should’ve asked first.
“It’s more than okay,” Beatrice reassured, caressing Ava’s face with a soft smile. “It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” The laugh that followed her words was even more reassuring to Ava, a noticeable change in her expression making an appearance.
Ava bit down on her bottom lip, smiling widely as she grabbed at Beatrice’s butt eagerly, squeezing it. Beatrice laughed at the feeling, shaking her head.
“Why exactly did you feel the need to grab that?” Beatrice asked, cocking her head to the side.
Ava shrugged, letting go and allowing her hands to run up Beatrice’s back. “I had a suspicion I needed to confirm,” she replied.
“And what suspicion would that be?”
“That you have a nice ass. And I was right.”
Beatrice felt her face heat up rather quickly, knowing full well her cheeks were now bright red. She would’ve been embarrassed, but ultimately she just broke out into a smile as Ava began to point out her blushing.
“Well, thank you. Yours is even better,” Beatrice replied, leaning down and brushing her nose against Ava’s.
Ava’s eyes widened, her smile becoming open-mouthed. “Wow! So you do check me out,” she accused, pulling Bea closer. “Oh, Sister Beatrice…”
Bea laughed, and it was a loud, untamed laugh that Ava hadn’t heard before. “Yes, well, I do have eyes, Ava. Eyes that tend to wander more than I’d like them to.”
Ava liked this side of Beatrice. This side of Bea was just… free. Like she was finally able to be herself.
“Good,” Ava replied, burying her fingers into Bea’s hair. “Your eyes can wander all they want. I’m all yours.” As she spoke, she pulled Beatrice into a kiss, catching the quiet moan that escaped Bea’s lips just before their lips connected.
Hearing that, Ava decided she needed to hear more. With that decision, her hands left Beatrice’s hair, once again running down her back, but slowly this time as she began dragging her nails along the soft skin. She felt Beatrice gasp against her mouth, her hips moving against Ava ever so slightly. An involuntary movement.
I wonder if I can get her to do that again… Ava thought, leaning up to catch Beatrice’s bottom lip between her teeth.
Oh. Beatrice moaned, caught off guard by the sudden biting but not put off. She enjoyed it much more than she would’ve thought. Ava released, smiling proudly as Beatrice shifted her position.
“What are you smiling about?” Beatrice asked with a chuckle as she settled into the new positioning: she was now straddling one of Ava’s legs, one of her legs between Ava’s.
“Somebody likes being bitten,” Ava teased, giggling as her hands made their way to Bea’s waist.
Beatrice rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You caught me off guard,” she replied with a grin as she began to slowly rock her hips.
The purpose of the new position was to provide pressure and friction to their throbbing centers, which, Beatrice could say with confidence, had been a success.
They both remained silent, not for lack of things to say, but simply because they were too distracted by what was happening. Beatrice grinding against Ava’s thigh, her own thigh pressed firmly against Ava’s crotch. It provided some relief, but not quite what Ava was hoping for. So, after some time, as Beatrice’s breathing began to get heavier, Ava brought her lips to Bea’s ear.
“I want you to touch me,” Ava whispered, feeling Beatrice halt her movements immediately. “I want you to feel how wet I am for you.” That final sentence came out whinier than Ava had intended, but she didn’t mind because of the effect it had on Beatrice.
Beatrice, without a second thought, adjusted her position only slightly, her hand slipping down into Ava’s underwear. She didn’t hesitate to dip her fingers into the wetness that awaited her, her fingers slipping through Ava’s folds with ease before finding the sensitive bud at the top.
Feeling Beatrice’s fingers make contact with her clit made Ava grip Beatrice’s bicep, holding on for dear life, her body jerking as she let out a moan.
It had been a while since Beatrice had touched another person, her only experiences happening long before she ever became a nun. However, she touched herself on occasion when she found herself succumbing to temptation. That was a fact that no one knew about her, apart from God, to whom she would pray for forgiveness. She could confess that sin, but she was too ashamed to speak about it to another living person.
“Oh, Bea,” Ava moaned against Beatrice’s neck, kissing and nipping at the skin between her moans.
Beatrice let out a soft moan of her own, feeling electricity shoot through her body as she listened to Ava. She wanted to hear more. Her circles became faster, and Ava’s body reacted to them immediately. Her hips bucked against Beatrice’s hands, a slew of glorious sounds pouring from her mouth as Bea lowered her head to kiss her neck.
“In-inside,” Ava whimpered, her fingers digging into Beatrice’s back.
“What’s that, dear?” Beatrice whispered in Ava’s ear, smirking as she felt Ava grabbing at her.
“Your- oh, fuck- y-your fingers,” Ava replied, the pleasure she was feeling making it hard to form words.
“What about them?”
“I-ins-side. Please.”
Beatrice slid her fingers down to Ava’s opening but didn’t slip them inside immediately, allowing them to hover just outside.
“Beg,” Beatrice whispered in Ava’s ear before placing a kiss just under her earlobe.
“Oh, fuck,” Ava moaned, her body trembling in response to Beatrice’s voice. “Please, Beatrice. Please fuck me with your fingers.”
“You’re going to have to do better than that, my love.”
“You’re so fucking hoooot,” Ava groaned, her hips bucking up towards Bea’s hand. “Please fuck me, Bea. I need it. I need your fingers inside of me.”
“Good girl,” Beatrice cooed, her fingers slipping inside Ava immediately afterward.
Ava let out a moan, one of her hands moving down to grip Beatrice’s arm as her fingers went to work inside of her. She didn’t know where this side of Bea had been hiding, but she loved every second of it.
“Oh, fuck, Beatrice,” Ava moaned as Bea’s fingers curled inside of her with each thrust, hitting all the right spots. How did she learn how to do that?
Suddenly, her fingers came to a stop and disappeared. Ava whined, her hips bucking up in protest.
“Bea! What-“
“Roll over,” Beatrice instructed. “On your knees, Ava.”
If Ava wasn’t already soaking wet, she definitely would’ve been after hearing that.
“Yes, mother,” Ava responded in a teasing manner, smirking as she did as Beatrice said. She sat up and positioned herself so that she was on her knees, but she didn’t bend over. No, she wanted Beatrice to make her bend over. “Do you want my underwear off?”
Beatrice’s eyes skimmed over Ava’s back, memorizing every curve… Every detail was perfect. The marks, the scar that was positioned between her shoulder blades. “Yes,” she answered.
Beatrice then watched as Ava removed her underwear before returning to the upright position she’d been in before. Beatrice sat up as well, positioning herself behind Ava. She ran her hands up Ava’s arms and over her shoulders, focusing on the softness of her skin.
“Do you know,” Beatrice began, her hands running down Ava’s shoulder blades, “the moment I realized I had feelings for you?” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of Ava’s left shoulder, her arms snaking around her waist as she moved closer.
Ava melted into Beatrice’s arms, leaning back against her and tilting her head back. “No. Tell me,” she replied, her voice soft and sweet.
“When we were in the lab at ArqTech. Training you to phase into Adriel’s tomb,” Beatrice spoke quietly, resting her chin on Ava’s shoulder. “I’d thought you were beautiful the moment I saw you, but… Getting to know you… Being by your side while you trained for something so important and seeing you take it so seriously. Getting to be the one to see you through it.”
Ava smiled softly, letting out a content sigh as she felt Beatrice lift her head and press a kiss to her cheek. She loved the soft moments so much. They were peaceful, and peace was all she ever felt when she was with Beatrice. Unless they were, you know, fighting.
“You’re so special to me, Ava,” Beatrice whispered, her hands beginning to wander.
Ava let out a soft sigh. “You’re special to me, too, Bea.”
One of Beatrice’s hands gently pushed to turn Ava’s head and seconds later, their lips were pressed together in a soft kiss. When the kiss was broken, Beatrice turned her attention to Ava’s neck, kissing and nipping at her skin before she almost pulled away entirely.
She placed her hand on the center of Ava’s back, ignoring the squirms that came from Ava as a reaction to Bea touching her scar, and pushed her down gently, guiding her to bend over. Her hand ran down the length of Ava’s smooth back as Beatrice took in the sight before her: Ava on her hands and knees.
Beatrice stared for longer than she probably should have, the pause causing Ava to wiggle her hips suggestively.
“Take a picture, Bea. It’ll last longer,” she teased.
Beatrice blushed, letting out a soft laugh as her hands came to rest on Ava’s hips. “Trust me, I’ve already taken several mental images.”
Ava smiled widely as she backed up against Beatrice, her ass pressing against her crotch. She heard a soft sigh escape Beatrice’s lips as her hands gripped Ava’s hips tighter.
“You’re so perfect,” Beatrice muttered, her hands releasing Ava’s hips to run along the bottom half of her body: lower back, hips, thighs. Every part of Ava was like a work of art. Smooth and toned, the muscles gained from her training were visible every time she made even the slightest movement.
Ava hummed happily, Beatrice’s words causing her heart to race. She loved being admired by her like this. She smiled as Beatrice leaned forward, her chest now touching the middle of Ava’s back, and pressed kisses to the back of her shoulders and neck.
“You’re going awfully slow,” Ava spoke, her tone seemingly antagonistic. She was impatient. Time to be bratty.
“Hm. Well, you know me, Ava,” Beatrice replied stoically as her fingers brushed through the back of Ava’s hair. She paused for a moment before her fingers closed, taking hold of a decent chunk of hair, and gently- but quickly- tugged, pulling Ava’s head back. “I like to take my time.”
Ava gasped softly when her head was yanked back, biting back the smile that threatened to break out on her face. She wanted to push further, see what Beatrice’s limit was. What would get her so riled up that she loses complete control and just takes Ava?
“Why’s that? Afraid you won’t be any good?” Ava teased, wiggling her hips against Beatrice.
Beatrice scoffed, her breath heavy against Ava’s skin. She knew Ava was antagonizing her. “I know what you’re doing,” she stated simply. “It’s not going to work.”
“Oh no?” Ava chuckled. “Then why did your grip on my hair get tighter?”
Beatrice hadn’t noticed, but Ava was right. Her grip had tightened. She loosened her grip, her hand disappearing from Ava’s hair.
“Did I say to let go?” Ava asked, challenging Beatrice more.
Beatrice chuckled at that, shaking her head a bit as she placed kisses on Ava’s shoulder. “I wasn’t aware you were the one calling the shots here,” she replied.
Without another word, Beatrice sat upright and put her hands on Ava’s back, pushing her down so she was face down against the bed, her ass still perched up. Ava was too surprised by the movement to talk back, so she decided against it, waiting to see what Beatrice was going to do next. She let out a whimper as she felt Beatrice’s fingers slip through her wetness and brush against her clit, the sensation too brief to do anything but tease her. She pushed back, trying to press into Bea’s hand, but it disappeared.
“Patience,” Beatrice spoke, her voice soft and soothing.
How was Ava supposed to be a brat when it did nothing to make Beatrice put her in her place?!
“No,” Ava whined. “I don’t want to be patient anymore, Bea. Just fuck me, already. Please.” She was desperate, gripping the covers of the bed as she squirmed, begging for Beatrice’s fingers. “Please fuck me. Please, please, please, please.”
Beatrice smiled, pausing for a moment to bask in Ava’s desperation. “As you wish,” she replied, one hand moving to rest on Ava’s hip as the other returned to her aching center.
Beatrice’s fingers moved swiftly through Ava’s lips, circling her clit for a moment before slipping inside, just where Ava wanted them.
“Yes,” Ava moaned, her body jerking back, her back arched.
Beatrice slipped her fingers in and out, slowly at first, but quickly building up her pace, her other hand gripping Ava’s hip tighter. She curled her fingers while they were inside, earning a loud moan from Ava.
“Yes, just like that,” Ava breathed, her body pushing back against Beatrice’s hand to meet each thrust of her fingers. “Fuck, Beatrice.”
Ava was backing up against her so much that Beatrice adjusted her positioning so that her own body was in the way, steadying her hand with her hips. The added stability of Beatrice’s hips made the pleasure Ava was feeling much more intense. She wasn’t going to last very long at all. Not like this.
“Don’t stop,” Ava moaned, her hands grasping at the covers as she closed her eyes. “Bea, I’m- Oh, my God.” Her mind was foggy, full of nothing but thoughts of Beatrice’s fingers and the feeling they gave her. Not just physical, but emotional. She was elated, happier than she’d ever been, and excited. More excited than she could put into words.
As they continued, Ava inching closer and closer to climax, Beatrice noticed the faint glow that began to emanate from underneath the skin of the center of Ava’s back. She kept going, watching as the glow from the Halo grew brighter, presumably reacting to the many emotions Ava was feeling.
“Ava,” Beatrice spoke softly, her fingers keeping their pace inside of her.
“H-huh?” Ava replied before a loud moan escaped her lips. “Wha- Oh, fuck .”
Should she even tell Ava? Probably not. She didn’t want to distract her.
“You’re so beautiful,” Beatrice decided instead, her hand moving from Ava’s hip to her lower back. She watched Ava squirm, her eyes catching sight of a wide smile spreading across her lips.
“Y-you’re so- oh, don’t stop, Bea, I’m so close. I’m… I’m g- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. F-faster, please.”
Beatrice picked up her pace as she watched one of Ava’s arms move underneath herself to rub her clit in a circular motion. Thankfully, the Halo never got too bright, even as Ava came undone. She cried out as she came, her body flat on the bed, twitching as her walls involuntarily clenched around Beatrice’s fingers. Once her body stilled and the Halo grew dim, Beatrice removed her fingers and shifted, leaning forward to trail kisses up Ava’s back.
Ava’s breathing was heavy and her eyes were closed as she lay there, motionless. She smiled as Beatrice kissed her way up her back, the final kiss landing on the back of her shoulder.
“Roll over, darling,” Beatrice whispered, a smile spreading across her lips when Ava obeyed, immediately rolling over onto her back. “Very good.” The last sentence was spoken as Beatrice’s hand slid between Ava’s thighs, fingers dipping into the wet mess she’d left.
Each word of praise sent shivers down Ava’s spine in the most delicious way. She found herself craving it, needing to hear Beatrice tell her what a good girl she was. She reached down, grabbing onto Beatrice’s wrist and guiding her hand up to her mouth. Beatrice watched wordlessly as Ava took the two fingers that had previously been inside of her into her mouth, sucking and licking them clean without even being asked or prompted.
The feeling of Ava’s mouth around her fingers made Beatrice’s mouth go dry and she swallowed instinctively, eyes fixed on the sight before her. She never thought she would enjoy such a thing nearly as much as she’d found herself enjoying this now, her mouth slightly agape as she got lost in the way Ava’s lips looked wrapped around her fingers.
“Oh, Ava,” Beatrice breathed, the throbbing between her legs growing incessantly.
Ava hummed, opening her mouth and giving Bea’s fingers one final lick before smiling. “Something on your mind?” She asked, her tone feigning curiosity. She knew exactly what was on Beatrice’s mind, and it certainly wasn’t a Hail Mary.
Ava watched as Beatrice’s eyes seemed to scan her face, glancing between her eyes and her lips but still remembering to stop on everything in between. The speechlessness was something she hadn’t expected.
“You okay, Bea?” Ava asked with a chuckle, gaining Beatrice’s focus.
“More than,” Beatrice answered simply, her eyes locking with Ava’s. Her gaze was intense, lustful. Moreso than it had been before.
“Good answer,” Ava whispered, leaning closer and brushing her nose against Bea’s.
It didn’t take long for Beatrice to close the space between them and capture Ava’s lips in a rough kiss, surprising both of them as their lips crashed together. Beatrice hummed softly against Ava’s mouth as the kiss deepened, their lips moving against each other cohesively as they pushed their bodies closer together.
Their position changed after some time, with Beatrice now sitting upright with her back against the wall behind their bed, Ava in her lap, her hands grasping at Ava’s bare back as they continued to kiss each other hungrily. Ava’s hands moved to guide Beatrice’s hands down further, encouraging her to grip something… much lower. It didn’t take Bea long to catch on, her hands giving Ava’s ass a gentle but firm squeeze. Once Ava had gotten what she wanted, she began to grind against Beatrice, their kiss coming to a halt.
Ava’s fingers were once again tangled up in Beatrice’s hair as her soft lips were now pressed against her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along Ava’s soft skin, teeth occasionally accompanying them.
Ava whimpered, her hips picking up pace. “Fuck, Bea, you feel so good.” She could do this all day and never get tired of it. Feeling Beatrice’s body under hers… rubbing herself against her. It was nothing short of amazing.
And, of course, Beatrice had to go and make it better by slipping her hand between them, her fingers making contact with Ava’s swollen clit. The sensation called a satisfied squeak from Ava’s throat, her hips immediately rocking faster against Bea’s hand. She’d gotten so lost in the feelings now building up inside of her that she barely noticed Beatrice’s lips disappear from her neck, her head now leaning back against the wall, watching Ava’s expression.
“Open your eyes,” Beatrice commanded softly, prompting Ava’s eyes to open slightly, but immediately flutter shut once again. “Ava,” she pressed.
“Mmh,” Ava hummed, lowering her head and burying her face in Beatrice’s neck. The feeling of Beatrice’s fingers sliding against her wet center was intoxicating, clouding her mind so much to the point where everything else seemed muffled.
Well, that won’t do, will it? Beatrice wondered silently, enjoying the quiet sounds coming from Ava, but also thinking of ways to make her behave. She did like her hair being pulled, didn’t she? Yes, that had certainly earned a positive reaction.
Without a second thought, Beatrice’s free hand released its grip on Ava’s ass before moving to instead grasp a handful of hair, yanking Ava’s head back in one swift motion. She was slightly rougher than she had been the first time, but Ava didn’t seem to mind as a throaty moan escaped her lips.
“I said, open your eyes,” Beatrice repeated, her tone firm but not at all abrasive.
This made Ava finally open her eyes, a pout forming on her face as she made eye contact with Bea. “I’m sorry,” she replied, her hips never ceasing their movements for even a second.
“It’s okay, darling,” Beatrice soothed, her expression softening but her grip on Ava’s hair remaining tight. “I want you to look at me.”
Those words, the tone used, and the look in Beatrice’s eyes was almost enough to send Ava over the edge right then and there. She let out a whimper, nodding helplessly. She was at the mercy of Beatrice, and Beatrice only.
“Good girl,” Beatrice replied, sighing with pleasure when she saw Ava’s eyebrows twitch, her eyelids becoming hooded as a whimpering moan came from her lips.
“Can you talk to me, Bea?” Ava asked, the pout from a few moments ago still present in her expression.
“Talk to you?” Beatrice asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she tilted her head to the side.
“Y-yes,” Ava replied, her eyes closing for half a second before she was prompted to open them again when Beatrice gave her hair a gentle tug. “Tell me h- oh fuck - how well I’m doing. Please.”
Beatrice understood. Ava wanted to be praised. “You’re doing so well, Ava. You’re such a good girl. Keep going, darling.”
Ava nodded eagerly, her hips speeding up as she struggled to hold eye contact with Beatrice. She didn’t know what it was, but this was definitely way hotter than what they’d just done.
“Keep looking at me,” Beatrice told Ava as the hand that gripped her hair finally released, moving down to her waist.
She was going to let it rest there but Ava had other ideas… She took Bea’s hand and moved it, placing it over her breast. Bea’s eyes glanced down as her hand hesitated for a second, her brain nearly short-circuiting. It occurred to her at that moment that she hadn’t spent nearly enough time giving Ava’s breasts the attention they deserved. Now with an overwhelming desire to change that, Beatrice silently leaned forward, immediately peppering gentle kisses over the soft skin around Ava’s nipple.
She felt fingers in her hand, gently caressing and combing through the strands as she kissed Ava’s beautiful chest, worshipping the area she felt she’d neglected all this time. Of course, depending on how she felt tomorrow morning, there would be plenty of time to give every inch of Ava’s body attention later, but she still felt this was due.
Deciding kisses weren’t enough, Beatrice took one of Ava’s nipples into her mouth, sucking on it before swirling her tongue around it. Ava’s hand stopped their movements in her hair, pulling her closer instead.
“Bite me, Bea,” Ava moaned, her hips continuing at their speed. When Bea obliged, Ava’s body jerked forward, a louder moan escaping her throat. “Oh, fuck. I’m getting close, Bea. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Beatrice lifted her head, once again making eye contact with Ava. She wanted Ava to look at her when it happened. She wanted to see her face. Just look at Ava now, seeing her right at the edge… Her eyelids hooded, her eyes glossed over with that lustful gaze, her cheeks flushed, sweat on her forehead. She was gorgeous.
“I’m gonna-” Ava paused, her eyes rolling back for a moment before she refocused, locking eyes with Beatrice. “I’m gonna come, I’m so close.” Beatrice was going to make her come. Again.
Beatrice watched her expression, memorizing every movement, even the tiniest twitch of her eyebrows. “I want you to. You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” Her free hand moved to grip Ava’s behind, pulling her against her body to help her continue. “Good girl, Ava. Just like that. I want you to come for me.”
Yup. That’ll do it.
Ava’s insides clenched, her entire body shivering as she felt pure ecstasy wash over her even stronger than before. She choked out a loud, whimpering moan, her eyes threatening to close as she rode out her orgasm on Beatrice’s perfect fingers. “Oh, my God, fuck,” she breathed, her hips jerking forward. Her movements came to a stop after a few moments, and she let out a heavy, closing her eyes and leaning forward to rest her forehead against Beatrice’s.
Beatrice, who had been watching her the entire time, sat there wide-eyed, her brain slowly processing the beauty of what she’d just seen. She found herself questioning why she’d gone so long denying herself what she wanted. Not just sex, but… Love. Because this… what was happening with Ava, this was more than just sex. She knew that from the beginning, and she knew that now as she stared at Ava’s face, peaceful as she caught her breath.
“Ava?” Beatrice spoke, her voice soft. Ava opened her eyes, pulling away so they could both see each other better. She wanted to say it. She wanted to tell Ava how she truly felt, but it was no longer shame keeping her from saying it. It was fear. Fear that Ava wouldn’t reciprocate. Fear that it was too soon. They’d only just met each other in the grand scheme of things. “You looked beautiful just then. You always look so beautiful.”
Ava smiled, leaning forward and pressing her lips to Beatrice’s, her way of accepting the compliment. She hadn’t received a ton of those so she was a bit unclear on what she was supposed to say when she did. Did people say ‘thank you’ to those?
The kiss continued, deepening rather quickly as Beatrice’s hands came to rest on Ava’s waist. She didn’t expect them to go again, even as the throbbing between her own legs became as intense as ever. After some time, Ava pulled away and leaned down, placing kisses along Bea's jawline. The kisses traveled down and as Beatrice felt Ava’s lips against the skin of her neck, she found her breath catch in her throat.
“Ava, what are you-”
“Shush,” Ava replied with a smile. “It’s my turn. Well, technically your turn.” She placed open-mouthed kisses along the base of Bea’s neck, gently biting down on her skin.
Beatrice let out a soft gasp, her hands grasping at Ava’s lower back. “I appreciate the offer, but really, I’m okay. You don’t have to.”
Ava pulled back and nodded, giving Beatrice a confused look. “Yeah, I know. I want to.” If Beatrice wasn’t ready, though, Ava was okay with stopping. “If you’re uncomfortable, you can just do me again.” She grinned, suggestively raising her eyebrows.
Bea blushed, biting back the smile that threatened to break out across her lips. Ava was adorable. “You want to?”
“Beatrice,” Ava said soothingly. “Of course I want to.”
Beatrice swallowed hard, her eyes scanning Ava’s face for a moment. She meant it. “It’s just that… Well, I’ve never-”
“It’s okay. I’m new to this, too, you know. I’ve only had sex once before this and it was with a guy. So I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to try.”
Beatrice hadn’t considered that this was a new experience for the both of them. While she’d had an experience before, that was years ago. And what she’d just done to Ava… Well, that was just unexpected. Even she couldn’t explain her actions just a few moments prior. But this… this would be truly indulging in her fantasies, her desires.
“Okay,” Beatrice decided. She’d gotten this far, why not go further? It wasn’t as though she hadn’t already broken her vows, so really, where was the harm? She didn’t allow herself to linger on the idea that she’d truly broken her vows, forcing herself to save that thought for later.
“Are you sure?” Ava questioned, seeming as though she could sense how Beatrice was feeling just by their proximity. Part of her felt like she could. “We don’t have to do that unless you’re completely comfortable.”
Ava was so caring and patient, and Beatrice was grateful for it. If she was doing this, and for the first time, she was more than happy to be doing it with someone like Ava. The way Ava took her time to make sure Beatrice was comfortable with whatever was happening, regardless of whether it was happening to her or not meant so much to Beatrice.
“Ava,” Beatrice began softly, her eyes offering a comforting gaze. “Just having you be as patient with me as possible brings me comfort.”
Ava smiled, happy with the answer she’d just received. “I’m glad. I want you to be comfortable with whatever is happening here.”
She gave Beatrice a soft kiss before climbing out of her lap and guiding her to shift positions. She wanted Beatrice lower, just for the sake of comfort, and Beatrice didn’t protest. Once they were more comfortable, Ava waited before taking any position of her own.
“I have an idea… But I want to make sure you’re okay with it first,” she spoke, her eyes looking Beatrice’s body over. She looked beautiful laid out in front of Ava the way she was, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she seemed to contemplate what Ava could possibly have in mind. “I can take this off?” Ava asked, hooking a finger around the front seam of Bea’s cotton bralette.
Beatrice looked down at her hand before sitting up to wordlessly consent to Ava’s request. Ava took that as a yes and moved her hands to the bottom hem of Bea’s bra before pulling it up and over her head. Her eyes landed on Beatrice’s now bare chest, her hands slowing in their movements. Women’s bodies were just… wow. Ava had always been aware of her attraction to women, so this wasn’t an epiphany by any means. She’d just never seen one up close before. Not like this. She continued to stare as she slowly tossed Bea’s bra off to the side before her hands came to rest on her ribcage, fingers twitching slightly as she fought against the urge to just grab.
“Are you okay?” Beatrice asked, stealing Ava’s attention away from her chest.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Ava asked, breaking out into a smile. She was more than okay.
“You were staring,” Bea replied, shrugging a bit. “I just didn’t know what you were thinking.”
Ava chuckled, shaking her head at Bea’s words. “I could tell you what I was thinking… But I think I’d rather show you,” she spoke, her voice dropping slightly as her eyes skimmed over Beatrice’s breasts. She bit down on her lower lip, looking back up at Bea with an expectant look.
The low, sexy sound of Ava’s voice was enough to cause Beatrice to shiver, but the look she gave her prompted a nod that was much more eager than Bea had intended. She wanted Ava to show her, and she wanted it desperately.
Amused by the eagerness of her nod, Ava pushed Bea back to get her to lie down, climbing on top of her as her back touched the surface of the bed. She didn’t bother holding herself up as she settled between Beatrice’s legs, the two of them letting out a simultaneous sigh as their bare skin made complete contact for the first time. Ava kissed Bea softly, focusing on the way she kissed back and how her breathing changed the longer they continued. Beatrice was soft, sometimes timid in a sense, but her breathing always gave away more than she let on.
Beatrice’s lips parted and Ava took that as an opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth. She took note of the immediate change in Bea’s breathing, which went from soft and shaky to heavy and ragged. Ava deepened the kiss further, pressing her hips down into Beatrice’s, her hands running along her sides. She smiled against Bea’s lips when she heard what she’d been hoping for: a soft whimper.
They continued to kiss, occasionally slipping their tongues into each other’s mouths as Ava continued to rock her hips into Bea ever so slightly, her mind focusing on the soft sounds Beatrice was making. She pulled away eventually and rested her forehead against Bea’s for a moment as she continued to move her hips.
“I want to make you moan,” Ava sighed, lifting her head and placing a kiss on Beatrice’s forehead before kissing her cheek and trailing kisses down to her neck.
Beatrice let out a soft gasp when Ava kissed her neck, the kisses becoming eager. “You’re going to have to do better than that.” After those words left her mouth, she felt Ava bite down on her skin rather hard, prompting a moan to force its way from her lips. A giggle came from Ava, a giggle that made Beatrice blush madly.
“Big talk,” Ava teased before swiping the bite with her tongue, feeling Beatrice tremble underneath her.
Beatrice didn’t care about the teasing. She didn’t care about anything other than the throbbing between her legs. Throbbing Ava had just created. She squirmed against Ava, hips rocking up to try and get some friction. She wanted to be touched already. No. She needed to be touched.
“What’s up, Bea?” Ava asked, amusement clear in her voice. She knew exactly what was happening, but she wanted to hear Beatrice say it. She took a soft bit of skin between her teeth and sucked, humming happily as she felt Beatrice’s nails dig into her back.
“A-Ava,” Beatrice breathed underneath her. She’d never… No one had ever… She could barely think at that point, the throbbing in her center becoming incessant, needy.
“Hmm?” Ava released the skin she’d been sucking on, proudly taking a look at the red mark she’d left before pulling away to look at Bea. “Yes?” She asked as a devious grin spread across her lips. She knew what she was doing to Beatrice. And she was enjoying it.
Beatrice huffed, realizing that she hadn’t wanted Ava to stop what she was doing. “Keep going?” She asked. She knew what else she wanted, but…
“Is that all?” Ava asked, tilting her head to the side as she placed her hands over Beatrice’s breasts. She massaged them for a moment before giving her nipples a gentle pinch, smiling as Beatrice’s body jerked in response, a small moan escaping her lips. “You’re sure there’s nothing else you wanted to ask me?” Her hands ran down Beatrice’s body, brushing over her ribcage. One hand stopped, but the other continued, traveling dangerously close to where Beatrice was dying to be touched. “Anywhere… you want me to touch?”
Beatrice bit down on her lower lip, struggling to keep her composure. She didn’t want to show her desperation. She wished, hoped, prayed, as hard as she could that Ava’s hand wouldn’t stop. That she would keep going. That she would touch Bea where she knew she needed her and feel just how aroused she made her.
Much to Beatrice’s dismay, however, Ava’s hand did stop. Right above that aching spot, Ava’s hand hovered. It was torturous.
“That’s not fair,” Beatrice insisted, a heavy sigh forcing its way past her lips. She wanted more, couldn’t Ava see that?
Ava raised her eyebrows at Bea. “How’s it not fair? You’re the one who needs to tell me what you want.” She wanted to hear Beatrice beg the way she had. She wanted her to show her desperation, no holding back.
“You know exactly what I want,” Beatrice protested, considering pushing her hips up to try and meet Ava’s hand.
Ava shook her head slowly. “I don’t think I do. I think you need to say it, Bea.”
Beatrice groaned, throwing her head back in frustration. She’d have to beg, it seemed. She let out a sigh, lifting her head and looking at Ava. “Please, Ava. I need you to touch me.” Her eyes were pleading with Ava to give her what she wanted.
Ava saw the look in her eyes and giggled, running her thumb over Beatrice’s center, rubbing her through the fabric of her underwear. She bit down on her bottom lip as she watched Bea squirm, holding back quiet whimpers. She wanted more, Ava could see that. “Can I take them off?” She asked, referring to Beatrice’s underwear.
“Yes,” Bea answered all too quickly. She knew it showed how badly she wanted, but at that point, she didn’t care. She wanted to feel Ava’s fingers.
Ava hooked her fingers around the hem of Beatrice’s underwear, adjusting her position so she could pull them off before settling back into her position. She gently pushed Bea’s legs open further, taking a moment to take in the sight before her. She wanted to appreciate what she was seeing because she couldn’t believe she was seeing it. This was Beatrice. The woman she’d spent the past month or so pining after. She’d dreamt of this moment for so long, and here she was… About to fuck Bea???
“Is something wrong?” Beatrice asked, realizing Ava had been staring again. It didn’t occur to her that the staring was a good thing, and not a product of something that was wrong.
Ava smiled, leaning forward over Beatrice and kissing her cheek. “Nothing is wrong, I promise.” She kissed Beatrice’s lips before placing several kisses along her chest.
Ava took her time, lingering on some spots for a bit too long and leaving small, red marks in her wake. As her mouth made its way down, her hand slipped between them. Her fingers swiped through Beatrice’s folds with ease, a moan spilling from her mouth as she felt how wet she was. It was crazy to think that this was Beatrice she was feeling. It was Beatrice who was soaking wet and it was Ava who had caused it.
“Fuck, Bea,” Ava sighed, pushing herself up so she could see what she was doing. She looked up at Beatrice, who was obviously holding back, biting down on her bottom lip as she silently squirmed. Seeing this, Ava circled her thumb around her clit, smirking as she watched her body jerk. A quiet sound emanated from Bea’s throat, but she was still fighting it. “Bea?”
“Y-yes?” Beatrice’s breathing was fast and shaky.
“Can I taste you?”
A bright red blush spread across Beatrice’s freckled cheeks immediately and she swallowed hard, her breathing growing heavier. “W-what?”
Ava tilted her head to the side. “Can I taste you?” She asked again, not knowing how much clearer she could make it.
Beatrice tried to imagine what that could mean. Did she mean the way she’d tasted herself before? When she licked her wetness off of Beatrice’s fingers? “Yes,” she decided. What was the harm in that?
Ava immediately dropped down, laying on her stomach with her face where her hips had been. She took a second to settle herself there, but before she could do anything else, Beatrice’s hands were on her own.
“Wait-” Beatrice spoke, her tone shocked. “What are you doing?” She asked, confused by what seemed to be happening. It looked like Ava was going to… Oh . Beatrice hadn’t even considered that was what Ava had in mind… How embarrassing. “Nevermind, you can go ahead.” She didn’t want Ava to know that she hadn’t caught on to what Ava had been asking.
“Are you sure? This is okay, right?”
“Yes, it’s okay. I just… misunderstood you at first. But I’m okay.”
And she was. She was okay. And when she felt Ava’s tongue, soft and flat, drag along the length of her labia, she was much better than okay. She was fantastic. She was amazing. And as she felt Ava’s tongue swirl around her clit in the most delicious way, as she felt the soft vibrations of Ava’s moans against her center as she continued to lick her, Beatrice swore she’d seen God. And she moaned. She moaned as each lick sent waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned as Ava’s perfect lips wrapped around her clit. She moaned as she felt the sucking of those perfect lips.
“Oh, A- fuck.” She felt far too good to bother censoring herself. Besides, at this point, profanity was the least of her worries. “Fuck, Ava, that feels so good.”
She placed one hand on the back of Ava’s head, fingers running through her hair as her other hand found its way into Ava’s, their fingers interlocking. Beatrice’s head fell back against the pillow, her eyes closing as she got lost in the sensations. Ava’s tongue swirled and rolled around so expertly, one would think she’d done it a million times before. The longer she went, the more intense it felt, and Beatrice recognized the feeling of the impending orgasm.
“A-Ava,” Beatrice breathed, her fingers tightening around Ava’s hair. “F-fuck, don’t stop. Please, please don’t- Oh, my God, right there.”
Ava moaned as she listened to Beatrice’s voice, enjoying the words spilling from her mouth as she began to unravel. Just hearing her was better than Ava ever could’ve dreamed. Beatrice’s hips began to rock against Ava’s mouth and Ava smiled slightly, latching her mouth onto Bea’s clit and sucking. She watched as Beatrice’s body tensed up, her hips desperately trying to grind against Ava’s mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Beatrice moaned, a string of other words that sounded very far from English spilled from her mouth immediately afterward, but Ava couldn’t stand a single word that was said. She wasn’t even sure they were actually words. Suddenly, Beatrice’s body tensed up one final time, and she cried out Ava’s name. Her hands tightened their grips and her body trembled as Ava swirled her tongue around her clit, teasing her through her orgasm.
Beatrice’s body relaxed, her limbs growing just as heavy as she breathing. Ava, who was very pleased with herself, climbed up to lie next to Beatrice, who opened her eyes and immediately broke out into a smile, laughing quietly.
“Hm, you seem happy,” Ava commented, smiling at Beatrice’s reaction.
Beatrice nodded, holding her arms out to Ava. “Come here,” she invited.
Ava accepted the invitation and settled herself in Beatrice’s arms, resting her head on Bea’s chest. She let out a soft sigh as she heard the rhythmic pattern of Beatrice’s heart paired with her steadying breaths.
“I love you,” Ava spoke suddenly, the words seeming to come out completely on their own, but her brain not registering the weight of the words she’d spoken.
Beatrice’s heart sped up at the sound of those words, her eyes scanning the ceiling. She wanted to ask for confirmation, her mind insisting that it had to be a mistake. She must’ve heard her wrong. But how could she? Ava was right there. There was no way she could’ve heard her incorrectly.
“I love you,” Beatrice replied finally, deciding that there was only one way to find out if it was a mistake. She felt Ava relax against her as if she’d been holding a breath, waiting to hear Bea’s answer. It hadn’t been a mistake. She looked down as Ava took hold of her hand, holding it up to get a better look. She ran her thumb over Beatrice’s knuckles, each one individually. “What are you doing?” She asked, smiling softly as Ava continued to caress them.
Ava shrugged and lifted her head to look at Beatrice. “You have pretty knuckles,” she answered simply. She looked down and placed a kiss on Bea’s knuckles before looking back up and smiling at her.
They stared at each other for quite a while, losing track of exactly how long, before they cuddled up to each other and went to sleep. As Beatrice drifted out of consciousness, she couldn’t help but wonder just why the hell she’d been avoiding this for so long.