Warning: This chapter will contain sexual content. If you are easily disturbed or nauseating of such stuff, then don't read. :))
All of a sudden, Jude fell asleep as she reclined on the bed as Timothy watched her in awe, hypnotized by her indisputable beauty as another song played in the background, boating in the room on the top of the tower. His hands were on his thighs and sheepishly smiling to Jude. She was still slumbering. He couldn't contain the broad, sheepish smile that honed on his face, his heart molting as he just gaped at the unconscious former nun. She was just like an angel, clothed in ravishing red ankle length dress with plunging neckline that concealed partly her cleavage, bloody red lips, black fishnet gloves and her old Hollywood golden curly hair, ruffled around her, shaping a hallowed halo. Judy looked so vulnerable. So angelic. So beautiful.
"I'm gonna make you mine I know I'll never give up, I'm at the end of my rope." The background music played via the gramophone as it was the sole sound source in the mortally hushing purgatory.
Timothy couldn't suppress the smile that kept growing on his lips, whereas listening to the song's lyrics as his warm chocolate eyes radiates felicity and lust in the same time. He wasn't sure what made Jude to fall asleep as he humbly rubbed her shoulder, whispering in her ear in velvety voice:
"Judy, wake up!"
Then she stiffed as she opened reluctantly her eyelids, stretching her arms as Timothy laid on one side, his eyes wandered up and down her petite figure. The rosy scent of her hair still flattered around his nose as he took her hand into his larger one, lifting it up for a kiss as she giggled uneasily, sensing her cheeks heating as her face flushed, peppered with sanguine tint.
"Oh, Timothy!" She evoked softly.
"You have fallen asleep!" Timothy cautioned as Jude's slight smile curled up in the corner of her ravishing red lips.
"From the morning till suppertime, you'll find I'll be waiting in line, I'll be waiting in line I'm gonna make you mine." Lou Christie's song still played in the background, boating in the room.
"I just fell asleep. I am sorry!" Her reply sounded like a whisper beyond the hollow.
"It's alright, Jude. No need to apologize! But frankly…your past is a total disaster. You didn't deserve to be treated by the way he did after it was oblivious to him what damage has caused to you."
She just nodded her head, affirming his words in humble manner with a frown, crawling on her face.
"Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine. Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. I'm gonna make you mine"
All of a sudden, lop-sided silence fell between the both former pious members of the clergy, whose crucial issue between them was actually the unrequited love and feelings which they haven't confessed, in spite of their potent friendship and love they had for one another back in their life, and the betrayal which tore Jude's heart off. The song was still playing joyously in the background, resurrecting the ambience inside the purgatory.
As usually the purgatories are places prone to be murderously quiet and mystic unless the gramophone's music resuscitates the vacuum's muteness. They aren't just usual places where the sounds are a common phenomenon.
Jude and Timothy just stared at one another, without peeling a single word, smiling awkwardly, however, arcanely to each other as the song was jingling and jingling in rejoicing manner, reviving their physical energy promptly as they desire to do something more than just to stare and smile, and talk. Perhaps it will draw them closer as a bond, achieving an untroubled mutual atonement and reside the place where they actually belong, nevertheless altogether.
"I'll try every trick in the book.With every step that you take. Everywhere that you look.Just look and you'll find."
"What's it, Timothy?" She asked him through a raspy, gawky chuckle, absconding her bloody red lips, glistening brighter tints like glistening Christmas tree's lights. Hazel orbs darted to chocolate ones, persuading him to spill the tea.
"You are just lovely, rare bird. Can't I stare at you?" He replicated with a rhetorical question, fancying her with a flattering, heart-warming compliment. He wasn't opting to manipulate her and trap her by rooting her in spiderwebs, unable to break free. Timothy was beyond cordial and he truly meant it, because he wanted to make Jude feel special again just like when he called her a right hand, a rara avis.
Her face all flushed as she couldn't resist the urge due to the compliment, compensating the years of not being told how drop-dead gorgeous she was. It made her to feel so special even beautiful again. She nodded her head, pursing bashfully her lips as seconds later she popped them up. Jude was beyond flattered by his words, besides addressing her rare bird which molted her heart.
"I'll be waiting in line. I'll be waiting in line. 'Cause I'm gonna make you mine. Baby, I'm gonna make you mine"
"You can stare at me, of course. I haven't said anything against you." She rose up as she was in sitting position on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms. "Would you like to dance with me?"
"I don't even know how to…" The ex-priest confessed with a sheepish smile, blooming on his face, his hands on his hips, lowering his head.
"Oh, come on, Timothy! You have never danced in your life?" She retorted pretty amused, grabbing his jawline, rotating and tilting his head as she pursued for his eyes, locking his eyes.
"Honestly, yes." He admitted. For the former nun it was ridiculously odd for somebody to have never danced ever in their life especially Timothy. If Jude was tending to be less mature and burst out laughing for the pettiest stuff, otherwise she would laugh at his face after his confession for never dancing. Nonetheless, since it's Timothy who's next to her and apprising her from the bottom of his heart that he has never danced, she would truly appreciate if he wishes to be taught how to dance.
"Really?" She arched an eyebrow, meanwhile he nodded modestly. "It looks like, I will teach you if you don't mind, okay?" Another excited nod yielded again. "Perfect! Let's do this since I successfully taught two little angels how to dance." He offered a hand as she took his, fitting perfectly a larger and a petite one, getting from the bed
"Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine. Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. I'm gonna make you mine. I'll be a hard lovin', pushin' kinda, uh, individual." The rejoicing, melodious song was looped in the tower's top room , ballroom dancing as they stretched their arms, squeezing their hands forward, whilst the other ones were directly set on their shoulders as Timothy was being taught by Jude via moves how, studiously studying them without being told for a second time until it became his second nature.
"Now, step forward." She commanded with a cheerful voice, interweaving with the singing voice of the vocalist, coming from the gramophone. "Follow my steps. It's a piece of cake, Tim." She attempted to reassure him with briskly voice undertone.
"Knocking night and day at your door. You'll have to turn me away. Like a indestructible force."
As the second were unabatingly passing through the music, boating up in the room, the former Cardinal followed warily each dancing step, without disgracing himself and Jude's hardwork she imbued with extreme effort. They couldn't help but smiling sweetly to each other. As they hoofed forward and backward , swirling around the room partly breathing as they smelled their warm breaths and perfume fragrances, reaching their noses, they swayed their hips until the blonde spun as she held Timothy's hand, grasping it until she established in his arms, holding her waist as she extended her leg, locking his warm chocolate eyes. Her gown's ankle length hem was reluctantly swaying and swaying like a summer breeze.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine. Baby, I'm gonna make you mine" Hence, they sniggered inwardly, softly as Jude blinked as her other hand was draped around his neck, keeping steady her weight.
"You are doing great, Timothy." She rapped faintly his shoulder in teasing manner. The former promiscuous nightclub singer was in awe once she realized how precisely painstaking he was especially when his enthusiasm readily aroused in learning new stuff. In the meantime, the middle aged woman winked at him gamely, "I didn't except from you to be that studious." She furthered as she emboldened the former priest of the church.
"Oh!" He inhaled uneasily, sensing the encouraging words of her enveloping his heart with warmness and audacity, offering her a boyish smile as his face blushed, airbrushed in ruddy tingle. "Thanks! I think I need to study more."
Then the both former members of the clergy couldn't oppress a chuckle, omitting it like a scorching dragon breathing fire.
"Don't worry, you will learn more by keeping your spirits up! Let's do it again!"
"I'm gonna make you mine. I'll try every trick in the book. With every step that you take. Everywhere that you look." They resumed dancing, following the music's invigorating rhythm, grins distorting across their lips. Pulsating exhilarated hearts in their chests. Stilettos and shoes clicking against the floor as they sounded like stomps. Their spirits were skimming their muffled, gleeful voices, crowding the room. Like children's screams, laughs and shouts. Doubtlessly bringing the purgatory back to life, howsoever, not for eternity.
"Timothy?" The blonde inquired in velvety voice as she wanted to draw Timothy's attention promptly, her mesmerizing hazel eyes fixed on his stunning chocolate irises.
"Mmm?" The younger man mumbled.
"I am forgiving you and I want to tell you one thing."
What it wasn't necessary of his side was to reply her back in return as he awaited for her words to be uttered and concede what she needed to say, and most of all to reveal her feelings like a waterfall of gold, her mane of honey curly tresses bounced up and down as their rhythms gradually ensued, ideally connecting with the music's instrumental and the ebullient vocalists' voices.
In addition to Jude's confession about her forgiveness to Timothy, he couldn't be more content to earn the forgiveness he seeked from his most significant person in this world as she was the sole person, who he knew personally the best even more than his family. At least, even if she's forgiving him, he will be capable to find peace with himself at last. His gratitude to her would lit his heart up even in the paradise or whenever he goes in the post-purgatory phase.
"Just look and you'll find. I'll try to get to your soul. I'll try to get to your mind. 'Cause I'm gonna make you mine."
"I love you very much! And I am very very sorry for being rude and so recalcitrant to you. I know how much you hurted me back in our lives," She paused, clearing her throat whilst taking a step backward as he followed her steps, without taking his eyes of her as his smile rapidly grew after being told she loved him and expressed her apology. "but you deserve a second chance just like every one of us! Never…ever forget that, dear!" In this moment, he bit his lips.
"Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine. Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. I'm gonna make you mine." The song's chorus repeated in the background as it verged to its own twilight when the purgatory's dead silence will predominate all over again. Not just for seconds. For a sinister aeon.
"I love you too, my rare bird! I would like to thank you for forgiving me because I was the fool, who let your downfall corrupt you and it's all because of me, playing in the wrong team against you." He held her hand as she spun once again like a surging whirlpool. The former pious nun's heart melted after hearing his sincere apology about his foolish, fishy demeanor he demonstrated to her when they were fighting over 's leery experiments he performed on innocent patients and his deafness to realize the ugly truth about the suspicious former Nazi war criminal.
"Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine. Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. I'm gonna make you mine." All of a sudden after the music halted as the both former colleagues stumbled on the footboard of the bed, fumbling in the middle of the bed as they initially flinched especially Jude, consequently guffawing uncontrollably as the song's instrumental vanished in the universe and the numbness in the purgatory emerged.
"It's wonderful."
"Timothy, I cannot disagree with ya. Look what the dance made to us. Bewitching our bond even more, besides the forgiveness wasn't exceptional."
"The purgatory does wonders to us." He scoffed as Jude rolled on the other side, being on top of his as her chest pressed on his, her weight pinning him, her predatory eyes eyeing his chocolate orbs with a defiant smirk, paving on her fresh, shining like an angel face as her mane of curls ideally framed her porcelain complexion, descending down. "But I cannot let you go in the hell all alone." She whispered in his ear seductively. Meanwhile she ferociously approached his face as their faces scarcely divided them a couple of inches, pressing her lips on his as she cupped his face in her both hands, her breasts rubbing against his toned chest, whilst he dangled his arms around her upper back, his fingers tipping her satin gown's fabric. In the interim, they closed their eyes, relishing the luscious kisses. She grinded her hips on his, his tight crotch in his slacks poking her pubic bone.
As their kisses were growing aggressive with the approaching seconds, their damp tongues commenced dueling against one another as Timothy's tongue defeated hers, plugging inside her mouth, deepening the French kiss as his hands moved up to her dress's spaghetti straps, dragging them down of her creamy shoulders as one of her hands shifted up to his dark hair, running vigorously fingers through it. After deepening the kiss as her ravishing red's gown top of the dress exposed her full, round breasts until her dress pooled her ankles, wriggling her ankles as the garment was released of her body.
In the meantime, she shifted one of her hands to his shirt, undoing it until it exposed it his muscular chest and arms, and therefore it established on the floor with her gown. He flipped her as he was on top of her, achieving domineering position whilst her hand moved down to his belt, unbuckling it in swift motion with her adroit fingers as she worked on the zipper, unzipping the trousers, in spite of the struggling, sluggishness. His lips glided from her lips slowly lowering to jaw until they peaked on her neck, peppering her neck and collarbone with feather and light kisses in the beginning until they escalated, becoming more savage and lustful as he started to use his teeth, nibbling the sensitive skin of her neck and collarbone as he had an arm, wrapped around her waist, running his fingers through her silky old Hollywood wavy hair, tangling his fingers in her tresses, whereas Jude's moans and groans of pleasure and pain escaped the top of her lungs. They already felt in the paradise as the kisses sent them in the seventh heaven.
"Oh fucking God!" The blonde couldn't help but mutter in velvety voice after she tossed his trousers and kicked her stilettos off her feet, dropping on the floor.
The both fools in love were almost naked as they wore nothing else than their undergarments. They couldn't wait any longer to feel skin in skin, linking them. What they actually sensed was rapprochement not only physically and mentally, but also spiritually. An unseen phenomenon ever before!
Jude's folds were already soaked as Timothy's crotch got tighter with each passing second. Spiritual orgasms were invading their bodies. Soft, coarse and loud moans and groans conquered the tower's room, restoring it to life in the numbing hush.
The truth was they have never been intimate ever before even during their life in the world where their souls left it no longer than a handful of years ago, inhabiting the purgatory as they have their last chance for their souls' salvation, purifying themselves from the sins and their sinful life they used to possess. They were no longer humans. They were spectrals, unable to seek a peace with their souls until they choose wisely through which gates they are supposed to pass, and lastly their souls to be kept wits about their serenity.
The purgatory was their last granted hope to encounter each other, seeking an expiation from one another after Timothy messed her life up in her last years of her life. It was a God blessing for them. If they weren't in the purgatory until now, otherwise they would have never met there and take steps forward in accomplishing a genuine serenity together. Timothy would be in hell and live with his guilty, gnawing conscience.
Timothy's hand lowered down to her lace panties, his fingers rubbing against her clitoris through the lacy material as Jude couldn't keep her tongue behind her teeth anymore as her hands yanked his boxers until his erected, febrile manhood sprung up, poking her thigh as his lips slithered up to one of her erected nipples, sucking it as he bit it, whereas his other hand pawed her other breast, sensing the warming sensation of his palm beneath her breast's silken flesh.
"Oh, you are so wet!" He eloquently whispered a hymn, ringing in her ears as his tongue circled around her areola, his lips wrapped around her erected nipple as she held his head, running fiercely fingers through his chestnut hair, clenching her eyelids shut like blinds. His eyelids were shut.
"You have no idea for how long I have craved this moment, Timothy. Your imagination is so poor!" Jude furthered to keep bucking her hips as Timothy could no longer hold his patience to rub the stark bump of her nerves, his fingertips circling it and his fingers to be baptized in her juices inside her core. "Treat me as I am your slut." She kept on, begging with persistent voice, tinting its undertone.
Then his mellow, ambrosial lips sloped down from her nipple, slowly through her sensitive, milky wee stomach until they verged on her lace panties as he fleetingly wrenched them from her hips until they were thrown on the carpeted floor with the rest of the spilled garments and lingerie. His lips contacted her flossy pubic skin as he commenced to tease her hard clit, sucking it as she resumed to buck her hips violently whilst his mammoth hands spread her legs, giving him a better access to her clit as passionate, sultry cries escaped the top of her lungs. Her fingers still raking his hair as he pinched with his fingers her clit until his tongue penetrated inside her wet folds, exploring the profound, succulent cavern.
"Oh, that feels so good, darling!" The sore pleasure was irresistible, in both cases especially Jude's as her toes curled up, while the bedsheets were wrinkling and wrinkling as their motions were frequent. She didn't know how Timothy could be such a brilliantly lover though being a betraying Romeo. Initially, she could think he's inexperienced when it's joint a word about sex and intimacy and pleasuring her. Nonetheless, the things turned out in a totally different direction, concluding somewhere else. Perhaps the purgatory has granted him with some kind of supernatural power or who knows? "I would like to feel you inside me. I promise I will make you feel real so good." Meantime, muffled, tempting whisper cautioned him.
Then he plugged out his tongue out of her core as he licked his mouth in greedy manner, savoring her juices as he rose and run his hands all over her body, caressing it featherly as she snaked her both arms around his shoulders. They eventually opened their eyes as they took their time to admire one another's facial features and natural grace as long, slender, barely showing any marks of aging and wrinkling legs were spread. She was prepared for the cherry on top of the cake.
Seconds later, he positioned his hard manhood at her entrance as he began with light and slow thrusts until she mustered up and her whines were of pleasure and mild pain, shutting her eyes as his darkened gaze shifted down to her angelic face, radiating her pleasure, lust, desire and slight pain which she momentarily experiences. Little did he know how she adored it as his thrusts increased lethally, swiftly.
"You are so tight, rare bird!" He was dirty talking to her as his hand squeezed her hip as her legs were wrapped around his waist from a long time ago, whereas his other hand cupped her round breast, squeezing it as her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Her nails scrapped down his back as her manicured ravishing red nails digged in his pale skin, leaving traces of her predacious scratches all over his back of pleasure and approaching orgasm that will hit them within seconds even a few minutes.
"Oh, this feels so good! Oh fuck!" She growled cheerfully as their bodies got sweatier and they couldn't catch their breaths anymore.
Their climaxes were approaching as Timothy verged to spill his seed inside her core until coarse, breathless moans floated in the room until he came inside her as she dragged down her nails, excavating as bloody traces of her nails were left on his back as her core oozed his cum, whereas he unplugged his cock out of her as she never felt at peace with herself for a long time.
Consequently, he collapsed effortlessly, restlessly breathless on her chest, hardly breathing along, her arms stilling around his upper back, encompassing it.
They spent a couple of minutes in catching their breaths as their faces were barely inches away from one another, reluctantly blinking like twinkling stars in the nocturnal sky. What the former nun had the immense opportunity was feeling the vibrating sensation of Timothy's rapid throbbing heart in his chest, pressed on her ribs, following its rhythm. Their breaths were the sole sound source inside the vacuum purgatory. The both lovers were physically fatigued, nevertheless, intoxicated spiritually. It was their heel of Achilles.
When they rested as the peculiar soft breaths swam in the room's background, Timothy's colossal, smooth hand cupped Jude's chin, whereas his other hand was playing with her old Hollywood mane of spiral strands, admiring its softness and tucking some hair behind her ear, chocolate orbs locked hers up.
"This was so great, Timothy! Thank you for making me feeling so special and being at peace with myself at last."
"You aren't obligated to thank me because I should thank you for forgiving me and offering me a second chance which I would have never impend from you. Especially after hurting and betraying you."
"Oh, Timothy!" She exhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a while as she blinked, snuggling. "You don't have any clue how your presence there was so special and all I wanted was to…forgive you for all deeds with which you damaged me." She said in velvety voice as it was audible for him only. "I am thankful for our encounter which it might be the last unlike when you…you know!" Jude didn't want to further in details, factly, they just had an illustrious, one-of-a-kind experience that will abide in their memories even as angels in the heavens where they are aimed to go after the purgatory and making their final decision.
He just genuinely, lovingly smiled to her, capturing her lips in a light, flaming kiss as it might be their last in pre-paradise. In the interim, his thumbs kneaded her cheekbones as Jude inwardly sniggered. After they broke off the kiss, they looked up at each other's faces.
"I love you very much to death, honey!"
"I love you too more than anything, rara avis!"
The former priest just laid on top of her, watching their faces as they relished the desolation that encircled them in the hollow as they are the only survivors of the apocalypse.
