My first attempt of bananun! I must warn you, though, it's going to be full of angst.
"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."
― George R.R. Martin
"Mary…"
A quite sigh echoed in the dark bedroom, followed by a groan, and then another.
"Come on, Lana. Let it go."
The husky voice of Mary whispered seductively in Lana's ear. They had been making love for hours now.
With Lana's legs wrapped around her waist, Mary let her ride her fingers. She dug her nails into the brunette's hips, and it only spurred Lana to rock her hips even harder.
"Ugh…" Lana let out a sob, feeling another onset of orgasm threatening burst in her body.
She forgot how many times she'd come already. In fact, it was useless to try counting; she gave that up years ago, when they started to have an intimate relationship. The blonde never seemed to be satisfied no matter how much she consumed Lana's body, and her relentless hands and mouth usually never stopped until the brunette begged for mercy sobbing.
Burying her face in the golden hair, the brunette whimpered as Mary gave her a harsh bite on her collarbone. The delicious pain caused her body to jolt violently, and the name of the blonde spilled as a strong orgasm washed over her body.
Mary slowed her fingers, still deep inside the journalist, but didn't stop even after the legs around her had stopped trembling. Her mouth moved from the neck to the lips of Lana, tracing the bottom lip with her tongue. Completely capturing her lips with her own, she regained the speed of her fingers yet again, drawing out a piteous whimper from the brunette woman.
"Mary, please… Please, I can't." Tears she didn't intend to shed rolled down her rosy cheeks, and Lana forced their bodies to separate.
Lying down on her side, the brunette curled up her body, which was still shaking. With her dozy mind, she lifted her head to look at the alarm clock by the bed.
"For Christ's sake, Mary. I told you I had to wake up early tomorrow. Now I only have four hours."
Resting her head on the pillow, Lana exhaled sharply. Her chest was heaving, and the remnant of her arousal was still strongly present as she rubbed her thighs together.
The blonde brought the blankets to cover their bodies and hummed, content with the feeling of warmth pressed to her front.
"It's today already," Mary whispered in the dark hair. "And I have to leave the house earlier than you. I have to attend an exorcism in Pittsburgh."
"Whatever you say. You still get to sleep in the car. It's not like you're driving."
The blonde giggled, and playfully bit Lana's earlobe. "That's right. I could've fucked you for a couple more hours, then."
Lana squirmed under the sheets at the taunting remark. It was incredible how easily the nun could turn her on. With only simple words or a glance, and her underbelly burned with irrefutable desire under any circumstances.
"Fuck, Mary. Let me sleep."
"Whatever you say, princess banana."
The blonde smirked, and planted a sweet kiss on the back of her neck. Her body was soon taken over by the fatigue of long hours of intimacy, and she allowed herself to close her gleaming blue eyes. For the next several hours until the sun-up, their breathing would be the only sounds heard in the room.
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Lana sat at her working desk after finishing dinner by herself. The room was clouded with cigarette smoke, while the nimble fingers of the journalist danced on her typewriter. It had been an extra-productive day for her; she didn't have much to do besides writing without a certain nun to interrupt her work.
When she had woken up that morning, the blonde had already left. Lana hated to admit it, but it made her quite sad not to be able to see the nun's face or hear her raspy voice for hours. Who knew she could be so clingy? It was never like this when she was with Wendy or any of her exes. The blonde was truly like a drug, one that Lana couldn't live without.
She let out a loud sigh, and lit another cigarette. The sound of a car pulling over on the street reached her ears, and the brown eyes caught the sight of the nun outside the window. Lana smiled as the door of the house slowly opened and shut a moment later.
She kept working while the footsteps got closer and closer behind her. The door of her office creaked open, and the owner of the footsteps gently wrapped her arms around Lana's neck, resting her chin on her shoulder. A huge smile appeared on Lana's face, and she finally turned around to see the blonde.
It was quite apparent that Mary was exhausted; the usual glow in her eyes was missing, and her skin looked somehow less translucent. The brown eyes observed every feature of the nun, before settling on the thing in her hands.
"I thought we had two months until our anniversary." Lana raised her eyebrows at the small bouquet of pink roses.
Mary smiled softly. "I know, but this is a special day."
She held out her arms, offering the bouquet to the brunette, who took it gratefully. Mary knelt down in front of Lana, and rested her hands on the journalist's thighs.
Lana's pristine brows were knotted together in confusion. It looked like the blonde was going to propose or something. Her heartbeat started to drum in her ears as she tightened her grip around the flowers.
The baby blue eyes bored into the brown ones, and Mary took in a breath.
"Today, we performed an exorcism on a young boy," she said gently. "And I don't know how it happened, but it worked on both him and me."
The brunette formed a puzzled frown, which contrasted the big grin of the younger woman. "What are you saying?" Lana asked semi-irritated.
"I'm free," Mary leaned into the journalist's body in excitement. "I'm no longer controlled by the devil, Lana."