Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
The sun had not yet risen when a soft voice gently called Lana out of her sleep.
"Wake up for me, beautiful," Mary Eunice cooed in her ear. "Open those pretty eyes."
"Mmm.... morning, Blondie," Lana mumbled, turning to smile at her lover, who was kneeling beside the bed.
She kissed her softly on the corner of the mouth.
"Is it time to go?"
"Not quite yet. There is time for a shower.. and breakfast. Come on."
The brunette stretched and yawned, taking the offered hand. She stood, noting that the blonde was nude, wet hair lightly dripping down her back. Lana purred appreciatively, squeezing a handful of firm ass. This earned her a pretty giggle, and she pulled Mary Eunice in close. The nun took the inmate's face in her hands and kissed her soundly, before pulling back and locking her blue eyes on Lana's black ones.
"Shower. Go."
Lana obliged, making her way to the bathroom, turning on the hot water and stepping under the spray. She ran her hands over her own elegant, lean body, recalling the events of the previous night as she (reluctantly) rinsed away the intoxicating residue of their lovemaking.
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After a short time, Lana emerged, naked but for the towel wrapped around her hair. Mary Eunice had her back to her, humming softly in the small kitchen area. She wore her habit, but lush golden locks were still free. Lana smiled, wrapping her arms around the nun from behind, who in turn, leaned into the touch.
"Something smells amazing," Lana whispered, deeply inhaling Mary's hair.
"You haven't smelled the bacon yet," Mary replied with a smirk.
As the words she had just heard dawned on Lana, she gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth.
ohmygodbacon.
The blonde smiled, grabbed a frying pan and got down to business.
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Nun and inmate took the opportunity to get to know each other a little better over breakfast (the fact that they had approached things rather backwards did not escape either of them). They talked about childhood pains, adolescent horrors, trials of their adult lives. They talked about their families, their relationships with their mothers, what their fathers were like. And, for a time, they ate in easy silence just enjoying each other's company.
"I suppose we 're not so different in some ways, you and I," Mary Eunice mused.
"Except for a few minor details, like the fact that you followed the light, and I went to the dark side," Lana replied with a grin.
Mary smiled back at her and rolled her eyes dramatically. Glancing at the clock, she stood up. It was around 6:30, and Jude would be up soon. Lana rose and took her hand.
"Thank you, Mary. For everything."
She pulled her close and kissed her with every shred of heat, passion and emotion that she could muster.
lord have mercy on my soul.
When they parted, Mary Eunice's eyes slowly fluttered open and she gazed lightheadedly at her lover.
"Lana.." she began. "I wish you didn't have to go."
"I'm not going anywhere, Blondie. I'll be in the common room any time you need me," she finished with a sassy wink (ignoring the fact that she was a patient in an asylum and had literally no choice of whether she stayed or went). With that, she stepped back out into the cold, stone hallway.
Mary Eunice, aflame once again, leaned back against the door.
you're ridiculous. you don't even know her. she helps you fulfill your sick, carnal fantasies, and suddenly you're "in love" with her?? she doesn't love you, how could she??
stupid, stupid, stupid.
Mary Eunice McKee's head was never a safe place to be. And as her own mind continued to verbally abuse her, she cried silent tears, banging the back of her head slowly against the wood.
christ. you belong in this hell more than lana ever did.
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The misery of the place surrounding her seemed distant, like it couldn't touch her, like Mary Eunice's warm light and pure soul had rubbed off on her. Literally.
And what a rub that had been! The inmate smiled to herself, biting her lower lip and delicately tracing over the lightly raised bite on her neck.
What impossible bad luck that Sister Jude happened to look in at that precise moment.