Ch 2- Wherever I Go, You Go

July 1964

"The two of ya are too close." Jude indicated; her whip in hand as she paced back and forth behind the two patients leaned over her desk.

It was an unusually cold and rainy July day. The sun fought to shine brightly even in the midst of the rain, but the storm clouds covered it over, producing an almost eerie kind of glow which drifted into the room through the open curtains. It provided a fitting atmosphere for the scene before Jude, which was really more standard faire there than anyone would care to admit.

Jude twisted her whip in her hand as she considered punishment for the couple. They weren't special; just two unfortunate souls who happened to be stuck here in Briarcliff, and who also happened to be in love…a matter for which they could only be considered more unfortunate. Jude punished couples like this on almost a weekly basis, and funny enough, none of them ever made her think of herself or her tryst with Timothy.

"Please sister if you were the one stuck in here then…" The man protested, the woman was sobbing.

"Silence!" She yelled, striking the desk with her whip, causing the couple to jump in fear.

Jude failed to see that this couple, unlike most of the others were in love and stuck in a situation in which they did not belong. Something however, urged her to put her whip down for a moment. She walked back around to the other side of her desk and sat down, looking at both of them in the eye.

"I don't want ta find out about this happenin' ever again, do ya understand me?" She spoke harshly.

"Yes! Yes!" They both nodded.

"Because if I do, it's castration….far the both of ya. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Clear as a bell."

"Good. Far now, five canings each and a night in solitary….separate of course."

The pair winced, bracing themselves as Jude began the work of caning them, but suddenly they heard the squeak of the door and Jude stop before she could strike.

"Sister Jude…" Timothy paused upon seeing the pair bent over the nun's desk. "I'm sorry." He apologized. "I didn't realize you were in the middle of something…"

"Oh no Monsignor." Jude's tone changed and she instantly became sweeter upon seeing him. Even the patients noticed it right away. "Sister Mary Eunice!" She called.

"Yes sister!" Mary Eunice showed up in a flash, almost seeming to catch her breath as she stood in the doorway.

"Take Mr. Fritz and Ms. Pfeiffer ta solitary, the Monsignor and I have some things ta talk about that are rather urgent."

Timothy watched carefully, not knowing if any of this was truly urgent, but he noticed that she was quick to make his priorities come first and he liked that. Within just a few seconds Mary and the patients were gone and Timothy came in, shutting the door behind him. He felt awkward for a moment. They hadn't spoken much since they'd made love several weeks before.

It was a forbidden thing, and so it was something that remained undiscussed even between the two of them. Timothy didn't know what they met to each other now, and while horribly ashamed for his indiscretion, found himself almost equally ashamed that he hadn't sent her flowers the next day.

"What brings ya here Timothy?" She asked, nervously looking at some things on her desk, not daring to peer up at his eyes.

He hadn't called after and she didn't want to look directly at him for fear she'd smile suddenly and not be able to help it or stop it. She didn't want him to think that she was that clingy.

Timothy didn't know how to answer this question. He didn't know why he was there ether and didn't want to admit that he may've simply just wanted to see her smile.

"I didn't know you had so many….uh….canes…" He raised an eyebrow, turning to her open armoire full of whips and canes to punish patients with.

"Spare the rod; spoil the patient." She joked.

"I didn't know you had such a harsh attitude when it came to discipline…"

He picked up one of the canes and twirled it around in his hand, examining it carefully. Jude tilted her head, watching closely as he looked it over. She couldn't help but imagine him using it on her.

"I must inquire what you would give me." He posed the question simply.

"W-what?" She asked, surprised.

"For what you and I did together a few weeks ago…surely you haven't forgotten?" Jude didn't think she could ever forget.

"Oh no, no I couldn't farget Timothy…" She promised nervously.

He smiled.

"Well then, what would you give me Jude? For my…indiscretion…?"

"I-"

Jude was intimidated by his question and slightly excited as well. He smiled, beginning to walk toward her and she backed into her desk. Startled for a moment she looked around as he closed in on her and finally gripped the edges of the desk, her backside resting against it.

"Five lashes…a night in solitary…" She told him.

"A night in solitary sounds wonderful." He smiled. "Provided it could be in solitary with you…"

Timothy closed in on her and placed his hands on the desk, each on either side of her body, effectively trapping her there.

"Ya-ya wanna do it again?" She asked, surprised.

"Of course Sister." He smiled, moving in to kiss her neck. He leaned in to whisper to her, his breath tickling her ear in a way that sent chills up her spine. "Like the dinner, you see…it was simply scrumptious. And I'd be crazy." He whispered, breathing heavily into her ear. "Not to go back for more."

Without a word Jude placed her arms around him, beginning to kiss him as he took the liberty of sitting her on the edge of the desk. Jude opened her mouth as she kissed him, like before, not even considering the consequences of their fling.

"Oh, oh Timothy!" She moaned, hugging him tightly.

When Jude pulled away she finally reached back and removed the head portion of the habit, letting her long blonde curls fall out and flow gently down her back. He watched them bounce and fall into place as she stared up into his eyes, he loved how they framed her beautiful face, making her seductive gaze seem all the more alluring. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, his gaze not leaving her brown eyes, even as his hand came to rest on her face, cupping her cheek in his palm.

"You are so beautiful." He told her.

'She's got to be even more beautiful under all those clothes…' He thought. 'And I want to see her!'

A breath caught in Jude's throat when he began to unbutton her habit, she reached up and reciprocated; beginning to remove his collar and then his jacket. He gladly accepted her attempts to undress him further and aided in her removing his jacket, collar and shirt, letting them all fall to the floor. He kicked his discarded clothes to the side as she rose to her feet, running her hands up his bare chest, kissing him passionately. Timothy held her long hair in his hands as they kissed. Her heart pounded erratically against his chest and he took great joy in feeling its beating. Knowing that she was excited and perhaps even a little scared thrilled him.

Timothy tugged at her habit and she let her arms down so that he could remove it. Their lips quickly found each other as Timothy began to kiss her, placing his hands on her hips. He ran his hands down her sides, kissing her lips and neck as he tucked his hands behind her knees and lifted her back on to the desk. The two paused and her lips returned to his neck, even as he reached behind her and cleared the contents of the desk with one hand so he would have some where to lye her down.

"The bed…the bed is free." She whispered.

"I know…but this is more fun." He replied. Jude agreed, but just returned to kissing him.

Jude pulled her skirt up as she adjusted herself on the desk and then quickly moved to unzip his pants. It was only once he stood before her, fully undressed, that she realized he hadn't shaved that morning. He grinned down at her as he encroached upon her, placing his hands on either side of her hips. His freshly grown in stubble lined his smile, making him somehow even more attractive to her than usual and she felt herself go completely weak, as if she were about to loose any strength she had left. He laughed, noting this but said nothing as he placed all his weight on his hands and leaned into her, whispering softly:

"There's never been anyone in my world, like you Jude…" Jude closed her eyes, consumed with the way his breath tickled her ear.

"Ahh!" She moaned. He grabbed the edge of the desk and held on tight, going deep inside with one thrust.

Jude soon discovered this was going to be nothing like their first time together. This time, Timothy would be relentless with her in the best of ways and she loved it instantly. This time, Timothy seemed to have no time for tenderness.

Jude cried out, leaning back as Timothy, pushed her further onto the desk, beginning to climb on top of her. Timothy smiled, placing his body completely over hers as he continued. Within seconds, Jude felt wonderfully and impossibly trapped. She closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of being totally surrounded by him. He'd been all her eyes could see and now that he was also all she could feel, she felt overwhelmed in the most sensual of ways and somewhere inside she realized she was completely in love, more so than she'd ever been.

"Timothy…oh Timothy!" Jude moaned, her mouth wide open as she cried out. "Tim…"

"You'd enjoy Rome, wouldn't you Sister? You'd love to go there with me?" He asked, deciding to start teasing her about some of the things he knew she always loved to hear most.

"Y-yes!" She gasped; surprised she was capable of answering at all. "Ha!" She gasped, clutching onto his bare shoulders and squeezing tight.

"There's no one in the world I'd rather have as my right hand, my partner…no one but my rare bird, but my Jude." He said pointedly.

He felt her respond but before she could speak, Timothy took the opportunity to begin kissing her again, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. Jude gasped into his mouth; feeling his tongue begin to dance with hers. In those moments, Jude felt like she would pass out. She didn't know if it was from pure ecstasy or just being so overwhelmed.

"Oh Timothy!" She moaned when he finally pulled away from her lips. He then went to the work of kissing her cheek and jaw, his lips laying claim to the nape of her neck.

"Oh my Jude. My Jude, my most beautiful and perfect Jude." He gasped between his own moans. Jude was touched deeply when he said this, even beyond words. The idea of him saying she was his was almost enough to send her over the edge. "You're so beautiful and you feel…oh you feel so incredible Jude. My Jude."

She cried out and lye her head back, letting out a guttural moan. He smiled and began to pursue her further, moving his lips from her neck and down to her cleavage, covering her shoulders and chest in kisses.

"Uh-a-ah! Ah! Aaahhh!"

"Jude… Jude! Oh Jude!"

Timothy continued covering her with kisses and whispering in her ear. He relished in the fact that even the mere sweet things he said to her seemed to drive her wild. Looking down at her just melting beneath him, made him feel powerful, dominant and as he was beginning to hit the height of his peak, triumphant.

"Oh Jude, Jude not yet, not yet!"

"Ah! Ha!" She gasped, barely able to utter a syllable now.

But what he wanted from this affair wasn't power, or dominance, or triumph…no, that's what he wanted from the rest of life. All he truly wanted from Jude was true and unabashed love. He whispered so many things into her ears as he repeatedly pounded into her, but what he longed to say most of all was simply, "I love you." But Timothy could not bring himself to do it. It was as if the words were too intimate. He'd given his virtue to her, but he was not yet ready to relinquish his heart, for he was far too fearful that she would not love him back. He didn't know what he would do if she didn't love him back.

"Ah-ah-ah…" Jude began to whimper. "Tim-Timothy!"

"Wait for me Jude, wait! Ugh!"

Timothy suppressed a moan as he reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight and running his thumb over her knuckles gently. Jude squeezed back, caressing his hand softly, the feeling of simply holding his hand made her heart start to flip. Just as the two came to the mutual understanding that they could no longer hold back from their release, Timothy began to kiss her full on, on the lips. Jude wrapped her free arm around his neck and held on tight as they both reached their limit. When he finished he collapsed on top of her and just lay there, spent for a moment before kissing her again.

Timothy and Jude found themselves on the floor together, naked for the better part, and wrapped up in a single blanket in front of the fire. Like before, neither spoke much of what had just occurred between them. Instead, they spent their time enthralled in each other, barely able to finish one kiss before another began. Timothy's heart beat rapidly in his chest, overwhelmed every time she touched him. The simple brush of her lips against his, or her palm against his bare chest was enough to make him almost pounce her, but he refrained. He actually had come here intending to speak to her about something important, and whether he liked it or not, it had to get done.

"Jude." He said, taking her hand in his and lifting it up to kiss it.

Jude blushed and watched carefully. It was the little things like this that touched Jude's heart so deeply, and made her feel like he wanted her for more than just sex.

"Oh what's this?" He asked, pulling her hand away from his lips. He turned it over and looked at her fingers carefully.

"Oh Timothy it's just a splinter it's nothin'…" Jude had gotten the splinter in her finger while clutching her wooden desk during their earlier escapade. Needless to say, she was just happy it wasn't a more sensitive area of her body that had sustained a splinter.

"Jude it's not nothing." He said.

"Ow! Ow!" She cried.

Without a word to her about it, he took the splinter and began to pull it out, scratching it out with his fingernail. It was just shallow enough for this method to work, and while the splinter had been tiny, it hurt and its removal left Jude's finger sore and bloody. Timothy slowly brought her finger back up to his lips and kissed it, seeming completely focused on her injured digit. Jude watched entranced as he placed the tip between his lips and kissed it a second time, this time seeming to suck all the blood out of the injured tip. He looked up at her slowly, almost sensually as he kissed it a third time; he took it in his hands and held it tight, putting pressure on it as if to thwart further bleeding.

"There." He said. "All better."

Jude watched Timothy carefully, that was the way he'd always made her feel…as if everything was all-better.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Jude." He kissed her hand again. "I have wonderful news." He said. "I'm going to Rome!"

Timothy was genuinely excited about this and Jude knew she was supposed to be, but instantly felt her heart sink. He was leaving her? Now? When they'd just begun this…well whatever it was. Jude didn't like the way this made her feel, she'd been on such a high of hope and love and now a huge cloud of doubt had been cast on every bit of new hope building within her.

"I don't know when I'll return." He confessed. "But they want me Jude. I think they're going to make me Cardinal."

"Congratulations Timothy." She smiled, knowing she had to at least feign some semblance of happiness, this, after all, had been their dream.

"I am so happy Jude. And you, you have made me so happy." He grabbed the back of her head with his free hand and leaned forward, kissing her forehead. "It's our dream Jude, yours and mine together…I'd never have gotten there without you, my rare bird."

She blushed and put her head down sadly.

"W-when do ya go?" She asked, trying not to cry as she pulled the blanket up over her shoulder, he didn't notice she was trying to cover herself up.

"Tomorrow. I leave first thing in the morning." He kissed her lips softly. "And as soon as I discover where I am going to go, I will send for you."

"You…?"

"Yes." He smiled, taking her hand again. "You are my right hand, my rare bird, and now my partner in everything there is to be a partner in." He kissed her softly, not noticing that she'd started to stare off into space.

Jude felt something was profoundly different now; and it wasn't just that their relationship had changed or he was leaving. She didn't know what it was; but she was deeply concerned about it.

"Remember Jude." He added. "Wherever I go, you go."

Timothy got up to dress, leaving Jude wrapped in her blanket. She cuddled herself in the warm wool and put her head down, unable to shake the thought that he would not be back for her.