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Ava lay in bed, Beatrice’s soft, regular breathing beside her a comforting sound. The small Swiss town was mostly silent this time of night, with only an occasional car passing by on the narrow street outside their apartment. Despite these peaceful sounds that Ava had come to associate with home, it wasn’t enough to quell the ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach.
Beatrice insisted that sometimes she had a difficult time falling asleep, but it was Ava who laid awake for hours some nights, all of her latent fears rising to the surface and threatening to overwhelm her. News of Adriel’s growing power reached them even here--hell, some of his disciples had even shown up at the bar, before Hans had threatened to call the poilice. Ava felt like the noose was slowly tightening around her neck. Even with all of Beatrice’s training, was it really possible for Ava to stand up against an angel?
Beatrice shifted beside her, a low groan escaping her lips. Ava frowned at her in the dark, but Beatrice appeared to still be in a deep sleep. The nun rested on her back with her dark hair splayed out on the pillow. Even in her sleep, Beatrice looked serious, contemplative, intelligent. And beautiful, of course, but Ava tried to suppress that thought. Her life was already complicated enough, wasn’t it? Maybe she shouldn’t add “trying to bang her hot nun roommate” to the mix.
But it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore her attraction to Beatrice. What had started as a silly crush on a badass fighting nun had gradually shifted into something that occupied Ava’s mind whenever she wasn’t fretting about, you know, the fate of the world. Beatrice had proven to be Ava’s most reliable friend through the most trying experiences of her life. And now, she had the audacity to wear cute clothes and tell corny jokes and laugh--really laugh--in their self-imposed exile in Switzerland.
Ava was helpless against such wily seduction. Add in the fact that they were not only sharing a tiny apartment, but a bed as well, and… well… Sighing, Ava allowed her eyes to wander across Beatrice’s sleeping face once again. She was trying her best, but God, why did Beatrice have to be so fucking perfect all the time.
Ava huffed, wishing that she could just drift off to sleep already. She had tried it all: counting sheep, reading, journaling to get her thoughts out of her head, but none of it worked. She was just too anxious, and that anxiety was translating to frantic energy… she knew of one way to dispel it, but she didn’t dare with Beatrice laying right beside her.
Another groan from Beatrice caught her attention. Her eyes were still firmly shut, her brow furrowed. When her lips parted, Ava let herself stare at them in a way she didn’t allow during the day. But at night, like this, laying side-by-side in bed, under the same sheets and covers, she struggled to care about holding herself back.
“Ava…”
Ava jumped, shocked by her own name coming out of Beatrice’s mouth and… in that tone. It was low, breathless… sultry. Usually, Beatrice said her name in warning, or in exasperation. No, this tone was something completely new. Ava had never heard it from Beatrice before. She had imagined what it might sound like coming from Beatrice, plenty of times, but actually hearing her say Ava’s name like that was enough to cause a sudden throbbing between her legs.
Ava swallowed, unable to tear her eyes away from the sleeping form beside her. Beatrice’s breathing had quickened; her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. A small whine escaped her throat. She squirmed under the sheets, and her hand, previously resting at her side, had slid underneath the quilt…
Ava gasped to herself.
Beatrice wasn’t having just any kind of dream right now.
Beatrice was having a sex dream.
“Mmm…” Beatrice moaned as her hand seemingly found its destination. “Yes. Yes, Ava…”
Shit.
Beatrice was having a sex dream
About her.
Ava froze, eyes wide, unable to look away, heart racing. What was the protocol when your best friend, mentor, personal trainer, roommate, and deeply religious nun was rubbing one out in a dream about you? Ava sure as hell didn’t know.
All she knew was that she was very, very turned on.
Ava knew she should turn away. She should roll over, put in some ear plugs, and give Beatrice some goddamn privacy. Or better yet, get out of bed and go take a long, cold shower for as long as it took Beatrice to… um, finish. But Ava could barely breathe, let alone move. What was worse, she didn’t want to leave, or turn away, or avert her eyes for even one second from Beatrice’s heaving chest, her clamped-shut eyes, or the accelerating movements underneath the sheets.
Warmth had built up between Ava’s legs, she couldn’t help it. Seeing Beatrice in such a state was doing things to her. She tightened her hands into fists, because otherwise, she was afraid that they would start moving down her own body, mirroring what Beatrice was doing to herself.
Or, worse yet, reaching over to touch Beatrice instead…
Ava was suddenly too warm in bed. She had the urge to toss off the quilt, and if that happened to expose what Beatrice was doing--just the thought of it threatened to make Ava spontaneously combust.
Beatrice let out a loud groan that startled Ava’s hooded eyes wide open. Apparently, it was also loud enough to stir Beatrice from her sleep. The nun’s eyes fluttered and slowly opened. The movements under the sheets abruptly stopped. Beatrice tensed and ripped her hand back on top of the covers as recognition seemed to hit her of exactly what she had been performing with that hand.
Breathing hard, Ava knew she should probably pretend she was asleep, or at least look away, but she couldn’t turn from the traitorous flush that was spreading up Beatrice’s neck to her cheeks, visible even in the dim bedroom.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Beatrice turned her head toward Ava, worry etched in every feature.
This was Ava’s chance to turn away! Close her eyes! For fuck’s sake, do anything but look hungrily at Beatrice!
But then their eyes met.
Beatrice went full deer in the headlights.
“Ava!” Beatrice squeaked, before clearing her throat, struggling to regain control. “What are you doing still awake?”
Ava realized just how close they were in the double bed. Their pillows were nearly touching. She could feel waves of heat coming off Beatrice’s body. The other woman’s rapid breathing sounded thunderous in the silent room.
Ava could just let it drop. She could try her best to forget that Beatrice had wet, filthy dreams about her, that Dream Ava and Dream Beatrice were having incredible sex that they could have in real life too, if they both weren’t such cowards.
“What were you dreaming about?” Ava blurted before she lost the nerve.
Beatrice’s sharp intake of breath at the question betrayed her. Her eyes shot to the ceiling as she visibly tried to calm herself. (Damn that famous Beatrice self control.) “I don’t remember,” Beatrice said, voice shaking only slightly.
Oh no, Sister Beatrice, you’re a terrible liar.
“You said my name in your dream,” Ava continued on relentlessly, her heart pounding in her chest. “Twice.”
A long moment passed.
But finally, Beatrice turned her head and met Ava’s gaze. Her cheeks reddened, but there was a certain light in her eyes now. Ava had never seen it before, and it thrilled her.
“Did I?” The question was barely audible.
It was now or never. And with the state of the world, Ava didn’t trust that she and Beatrice would have many more chances to pretend, even if just for a few minutes or hours, that they were normal people who could do normal things like have sex or fall in love. Ava reached forward across the small space separating them and ran her thumb down Beatrice’s cheek. Her mouth fell open in shock.
“I don’t mind,” Ava said, her eyes searching Beatrice’s for any glint of hope that maybe Beatrice felt the same way.
Beatrice took a deep breath. Her eyebrows knit together. Ava couldn’t breathe, unsure if she had gone too far. If she had ruined their friendship just because she thought, hoped, that maybe they could be something more--panic began to rise like bile in her throat.
But everything changed in an instant.
Before Ava had a chance to react, or even to register what was happening, Beatrice had taken hold of Ava’s face in both hands and connected their lips in a firm kiss.
Ava’s eyebrows shot to her forehead at the sudden contact. Soft, full lips pressed against her own. Beatrice’s scent filled her senses. She was finally able to grasp the situation and began kissing Beatrice back, eliciting a magnificent low, rumbled hum from Beatrice’s throat.
Oh my God, she was kissing Beatrice… Beatrice was kissing her! They were kissing each other!
Ava responded with enthusiasm, her hands curling around Beatrice’s hips and pulling her close. Beatrice gasped against her lips in a way that set her pulse galloping even faster. Ava felt Beatrice’s tongue swirling around her lower lip, and she opened her mouth--
Beatrice let out the most incredible moan as Ava’s tongue glided into her mouth. Beatrice’s hands slid down to the back of Ava’s neck to pull her closer, which, um, yes, Ava needed her to be closer, needed to feel Beatrice’s body against her, needed more. Always more. Ava squeezed the woman’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulled until Beatrice got the hint and straddled on top of her.
Beatrice broke from the kiss, panting. She pulled away, eyes unfocused and full of want as she visibly struggled to regain control. She shook her head slightly. “I’m--I’m sorry, Ava. I don’t know what came over me.”
She moved to get out of bed, but Ava’s grip on her hips didn’t relent. Beatrice leveled her with a questioning look… a vulnerable one. And, Ava thought, one of cautious hope.
“Stay,” Ava said with all the conviction she had. She had never meant anything more in her life, never needed anything more. “Please?”
But Beatrice still looked unsure. And, if Ava knew anything about her at all, she was afraid of what it could mean if she let herself be happy.
“I want this, Bea. I want you. What do you want?” Ava continued. She didn’t care if she sounded desperate, because she was.
Ava saw the gears turning in Beatrice’s head, but for once Ava practically growled in frustration at the sight. As wonderful as that big brain of Beatrice’s was, fuck, sometimes this girl needed to just feel something instead of think.
Ava sat up, her legs still straddled by Beatrice. She slowly leaned forward and ghosted her lips over Beatrice’s. One second passed, then another, but then Beatrice finally leaned forward to close the distance between them. Ava kissed her slow, deep, trying to communicate that it was okay to want something, and someone. That self-denial was less meaningful than connection, at least for tonight.
Beatrice made a needy sound into her mouth, and before Ava knew it, she was being pushed back onto the bed again. Ava felt tears on her cheeks but knew for a fact that they weren’t her own. She tried to pull away, just for a second to make sure Beatrice was alright, but Beatrice just kept chasing her down, kissing her more desperately. Then Beatrice dropped her hips directly onto Ava’s--
And Ava couldn’t believe the sound that came out of her own mouth. She was so fucking turned on. She lifted her hips off the bed into Beatrice, whose breath hitched in their kiss. Beatrice began grinding down, and my God how did something so simple feel so good, even over both of their pajamas. Ava was losing all coherent thought. All she could do was latch onto these sensations, onto Beatrice, as if her life depended on them.
So when Beatrice pulled away from their kiss, Ava could only frown at the rudeness.
“Ava, the Halo…”
A hum had begun filling the air, and a golden glow shone in Beatrice’s warm, brown eyes. Amidst her sensory overload, Ava hadn’t realized the Halo was pulsing in her back.
“Yes yes yes,” Ava insisted, desperately trying to use some of the self control techniques she had learned over the last few months. The Halo calmed down gradually, despite how decidedly not calm the rest of Ava was. “I’m fine, I’m good. I’m in control.”
Beatrice looked at her with concern, but Ava pulled her back down on top of her. She could keep a tiny percentage of her willpower alive to keep the Halo under control. Right? She was sincerely going to try.
All it took was a few movements of Ava’s hips, and Beatrice’s concern was replaced by something far more primal.
Beatrice’s lips hovered above her own, frustratingly just out of reach, as Beatrice’s hips began grinding down again. Ava’s body twitched, and she realized how embarrassing it would be if she came within the first three minutes of kissing Beatrice while fully clothed.
Ava started lifting up the hem of Beatrice’s shirt and ran her hand over Beatrice’s stomach. Beatrice shuddered under the touch, her abs tightening. Good God, Beatrice really was fucking ripped. Ava ran both hands over the hills and valleys, the soft skin overlying the hard muscle, unable to get enough. But she remembered her original goal. She broke the kiss, tugged insistently at Beatrice’s shirt again, and commanded, “Off.”
Beatrice hesitated with a vulnerable look, but Ava gave her what she hoped was a supportive smile--you’re safe--before slowly pulling the T-shirt over Beatrice’s head. Ava was stopped in her tracks. The sight of Beatrice’s chest overwhelmed her. Nothing could have prepared for the perfect curves heaving before her, begging to be touched and kissed and caressed and sucked and--
“Oh my God, Bea, you’re beautiful,” Ava whispered in awe.
Beatrice just gave a self-conscious smile, as Ava experimentally ran her fingers from the hollow of her neck down her chest. Beatrice’s skin shivered under her touch. When Ava cupped one breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, Beatrice practically arched her back like a cat.
Ava had never been one to worship, never one to offer tributes or sacrifices. But she understood now. She had finally met someone worthy of it.
But before Ava could give Beatrice the attention she deserved, she felt her own shirt being pulled over her head, and Ava saw her own awe mirrored in Beatrice’s expression. Beatrice’s hands hovered in the air between them, and Ava pulled them near, placed them onto her own chest. Beatrice exhaled shakily, but it didn’t take long for her strong fingers to strengthen their grip on Ava’s skin, stoking the heat between her legs.
Ava’s mind completely short-circuited when Beatrice pushed her down onto the bed again, their bodies becoming flush, chest to chest. Beatrice’s fingers began tracing down Ava’s body and left a trail of fire on her skin, until they caught on the elastic of Ava’s shorts.
Raising an eyebrow, Beatrice searched her eyes. While Ava knew that consent was required and very sexy, she also needed Beatrice inside of her five minutes ago. Ava frantically tugged off her own shorts and underwear and threw them unceremoniously across the room. Yeah, she was desperate, so what?
In contrast, Beatrice took her time to remove the remainder of her clothing, as she sat back on her heels, her quads flexing in the dim light. Ava stared at her hungrily, and when Beatrice met her eyes, Ava saw the heat rise up Beatrice’s neck again at the scrutiny. But this time, Ava knew it wasn’t just shyness… It was also desire.
With both of them finally naked, Beatrice perched above her with her dark hair falling and framing her face as she watched Ava below. The moment dragged on, with their ragged breathing the only sound. For the first time that night, Ava began to feel self-conscious under Beatrice’s soft gaze.
“What is it?” Ava asked, her hands fluttering up and down Beatrice’s sides above her.
“You’re radiant, Ava,” Beatrice said with a small smile, as her eyes wandered all over Ava’s face, and lower still.
“Then come here.” Ava pulled her down into a kiss and hitched her ankles around Beatrice’s legs, bringing them flush together. God, the weight of Beatrice on top of her felt delicious… but not as good as when Beatrice started to move her hips again.
Ava’s head fell back in ecstasy, as Beatrice moved along her neck, licking, nipping, swirling, and sucking. The idea that Ava would have the bruises to show for it tomorrow thrilled her: that Beatrice had marked her, possessed her. Ava’s hips were just about jumping off the bed now with how much she needed Beatrice… needed more pressure, her hands, her mouth.
When Beatrice’s lips found their way to Ava’s collarbone, Ava was panting with need. Her own hands were wandering along Beatrice’s perfectly formed back, sliding down, until she grabbed hold of Beatrice’s ass with a tight squeeze. Fuck, if this girl didn’t have the perfect body.
But then Beatrice’s hand was grazing along her thigh, and all coherent thought vanished from Ava’s brain. The whimper that escaped her lips took her completely by surprise. Beatrice stopped her attention to Ava’s chest to gaze up from under her brows. All Ava could do was nod furiously. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged.
Ava’s skin was coming alight under Beatrice’s touch. The slow travel of her fingers--tracing, caressing, pinching, along her inner thigh, was enough to turn her into a babbling mess. Or at least, that’s what she thought until Beatrice’s fingers first slid through the slick between her legs.
“Fuck, Bea!” Ava cursed, as her head fell back hard against her pillow.
“Language, Ava,” Beatrice countered, though it lacked the usual conviction. Her fingers continued to glide over her lips, picking up the wetness. “Is this all… for me?”
Ava could only laugh, considering yes, duh, and she could probably come just from Beatrice looking at her the right way.
But when Ava saw the sincerity on the other woman’s face, she thought a slightly more heartfelt answer may be needed. “Of course it is. Bea, you’re smoking hot. And I really, really want you to fuck me.”
Beatrice’s eyes darkened, as if Ava wasn’t already about to explode with want. Falling forward, she took Ava into a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth, that left Ava breathless. Ava gasped as Beatrice’s fingers finally found their way inside of her, sliding easily through the slickness. Beatrice moved slowly, carefully, but fuck that. Ava grabbed hold of Beatrice’s strong shoulders and ground down onto her fingers, until she was fully inside of her. Ava heard Beatrice curse under her breath, but as much as Ava wanted to tease her about it, the thought flew right out of her head as Beatrice built up her rhythm. All Ava could do was ride her fingers and cry out whenever Beatrice’s palm hit Ava’s clit just right. Fuck it felt good, but Ava needed more, deeper, faster--
But when Beatrice’s straight driving introduced curled fingers, Ava’s entire body gave a massive shudder. She clung onto Beatrice for dear life. An increasing pressure on her thigh made her realize that while Beatrice was thrusting her fingers so deftly into Ava, that she was also riding Ava’s thigh… and satisfying some of her own needs as well.
Ava couldn’t take her eyes off of Beatrice slowly coming undone above her, every breath ending in a louder and louder moan. And rather than being a distraction from her own pleasure, it only set Ava even more on fire. The fullness inside of her was building, her body becoming rigid and wound up tighter and tighter until she felt like it would snap.
So when Beatrice curled her fingers every so slightly more, all at once, the pressure inside Ava released. Ava threw her head back, a pulse of light radiating from the Halo in her back, as her orgasm crashed down. She released a filthy moan that she didn’t even know she was capable of. Her insides clenched around Beatrice’s fingers, which maintained their rhythm as Ava rode out her all-encompassing rapture. Ava opened her eyes when she heard a gasp from Beatrice, who was shaking above her and grinding out her own orgasm on her thigh.
After what felt like ages, Ava’s vision gradually cleared, and she began to regain control of herself. Beatrice’s fingers inside of her slowed, then stopped altogether. Beatrice collapsed beside Ava, sliding her fingers out and slowly running them over Ava’s folds, drawing out every last shudder.
“Oh. My. God.” Ava exclaimed with a relieved laugh.
“Was it…alright?” Beatrice asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
Ava flipped to her side, wrapped their legs together, and kissed Beatrice gently on the cheek. “God yes. And that’s a silly question to ask a girl right after she just came all over your fingers.”
Beatrice gave her a pleased smile that lit up the whole room. “That’s a bit vulgar, but I do see your point.”
They just stared at each other, both giddy with what just passed between them. Ava ran her fingers up and down Beatrice’s back, eliciting a satisfied sigh from the other woman. “I’m glad you had a sex dream about me, Bea.”
Beatrice barked a laugh, looking away in embarrassment. “Not the first one I’ve had, I’m afraid.”
“Ooooh, do tell.” Ava wagged her eyebrows playfully.
But Beatrice looked at her thoughtfully. “Would you rather me tell you, or should I show you?”
Ava’s face lit up with delight. “Oooh, sexy Bea! I could get used to this.”
Beatrice grinned, leaning in for a kiss before flipping Ava back down onto the mattress. Ava burst out laughing.
Yeah, she could get used to this.