Jude hasn't always being loved and she has never found comfort in the opposite sex's company as they temporarily used her for their own physical and venereal needs. The former promiscuous jazz nightclub singer found comfort rather in the alcohol that muted the sorrowful pain of her past as its demons eagerly haunted her since her youth.
The one night stands to resurrect her body and physical, sexual pleasure. To sing in a nightclub and being incessantly touched by other men with their rough, large hands as each lightest touch granted her pleasure, sending shivers down her body of sweetness and carnal pleasure. Little did she know how savagely dangerous were these men. Assaulting her neck with ferocious kisses as they nibbled the silky, creamy skin of her pale neck; tugging her mane of long old Hollywood curls, descending down her upper back; bodies rubbing against one another; Soft skins contacting; Sore groans and moans escaping from the top of their lungs; Ravishing red stained lipstick left traces on their plain, light shirts and t heir damp lips. Traces of dragged well-formed nails in their backs' flesh, due to the igneous gusto they shared together as a piece of moment. Hickeys were naturally inked on her neck and her cleavage, as a result of their bloodthirsty, aggressive kisses on the neck and nibbling teeth they used.
Now the life as a nun wasn't easy at all, nevertheless much better not until she finally found God and was employed in Briarcliff.
As the middle-aged woman anticipated the Monsignor for a coq-au-vin dinner since it was Friday, for this purpose after she finished with caning two pigheaded riots, she went in the kitchen as she studiously prepared the ingredients.
During the dinner's preparation, the middle-aged lady chopped the onions as she was equipped with a plain white apron, shielding her rigid conservative habit, reciting inwardly her evening prayer:
"Holy Spirit, Love poured into our hearts, who grant grace and inspiration to our minds, the perennial Source of life, who bring to fulfilment the mission of Christ by means of many charisms, we pray to you for sister."
All of a sudden, her teary eyelids shed a several wry tears, tumbling down her creamy cheeks as she wiped them with her forearm, due to the acute onion's fragrance that levitated in the kitchen, yielding her eyes to produce crystal tears, itching her eyelids. In the meantime, she sniffled, waiting for the dish to bake.
A half an hour remained until the remarkable dinner with Timothy as the sister of the church headed up to change herself by putting on her frail skeleton the bloody red satin negligee which she specially wore for Timothy as she applied a tad quantity of make-up on her pale complexion and cologne, spraying on her cleavage and collarbones, slowly until she got dressed up in her dark clerical gown, starting to button from under her chin until her dexterious fingers peaked to the hem of the ridig robe, concluding by dusting with the palms of her hands everywhere that hugged underneath her Pandora's box with its yet undiscovered paradoxal mysteries.
Thereafter she fled her office by imposing the "Stairway to Heaven" and paced up to the kitchen.
Once her agitated brown orbs scanned quizzically the oven's timer, she read it exactly 5 more minutes.
"I hope he enjoys it!" The blonde whispered insecure in low voice to herself, glued eyes to the ceiling, pursing her lips in unsettled manner, wondering if the currently baking dinner dish is as mouth-watering and enjoyable as the times prior.
As she had limited bonus time, the nun adorned the dining table with a bottle of communion wine and silverware eating tools as her lips popped up like exploding dynamite.
Afterwards she found two empty plates until the oven piped, being all ears as the dinner meal has already baked.
It was high time for her to serve coq-au-vin in both plates until a handful of door raps snapped her of her pensiveness. Jude was completely sure it was Timothy, yelling:
"Yes? Come in!"
In the meanwhile, the man of the cloth entered in the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.
"Good evening, Sister!" He greeted her graciously, offering her a benevolent, sheepish smile, spread across his lips.
"Good evening, Timothy!" She responded enthusiastically as t he blonde couldn't help when her girlish, bashful smile flashed on her white like milk complexion. Meanwhile Jude served the plates with coq-au-vin on the kitchen table in no time. "How your day passed?" Once she addressed him informally as it was her second nature, the younger man couldn't contain flushed face.
"Pretty busy as well. Thank you!" He was beyond touched by her sudden verve. When it was up to Timothy, her maternal instinct promptly was unlocked with its key which she stored it inside herself, unable to use it unless if it was somebody like him or whom she got along well and was her juniors. The both adults momentarily took their seats on the kitchen table as they sat alongside one another. "What about you too, Sister?" He inquired her back with immense interest, awaiting her rational reply.
"It passed hectic as always." The former licentious jazz nightclub singer took a deep breath, seconds before commencing to assault her dish by grabbing her silver fork and silver platted dinner knife. "Canning riots, inspecting sonly committed lunatics. Repeating the same schedule daily." In the interim, Timothy poured some communion wine in his empty glass by grasping the glass bottle and offered Jude though she lifted a forefinger, rejecting offer.
"At least, I believe your days are different than these where the patients are being punished and spent a couple of minutes, reading an inmate's file per an inmate. Would you like some communion wine, Sister?"
"Timothy, I don't want to sound brash, but I have renounced myself drinking." The sister of the church expressed her solemn apology, factly, she had combated one of her vicious demons for ages back in her sinful past that was on one hand a medicament to numb her timeless pain, whilst on other hand, causing even more detrimental bids. Moreover, she didn't want to be haunted by the demon of the hanker for alcohol for the rest of her life. "You know my condition as well." She furthered in velvety voice as he left the glass of communion wine in the middle of table, beginning to attack his dish by savoring its scrumptious meal. The younger man accepted immediately her apology and her words, assimilating it though he didn't want to violate her personal space by asking more detailed and ruin their Friday dinner night, which they shared as a piece of moment once a week.
"It's alright." Hence, he munched the coq-au-vin that molted in his warm mouth as his chocolate brown eyes shifted to her, observing his favorite nun how she was masticating and scrutinizing her body language and actions. Something seemed much different tonight especially according to Timothy's philosophy and in general. The nun eyed her coq-au-vin, feeling two pairs of deep chocolate pools observing her as she couldn't help but blush, feeling her cheeks heating beneath her silky, creamy skin of her face. "Do you mind if I address you Jude instead Sister?"
"Sure!" She was fed up by being called formally especially by the man she yearned for, in fact, she felt potent otherworldly connection with him for a long time. In this moment, the holy man sipped his wine as its alcoholic beverage burned the corner of his mouth, gushing down inside his body and resurrecting it from its wasteland of dryness. "I would prefer to being called Jude, to be honest." Jude confessed truthfully as she looked up at the priest as their eyes met for a while until he looked away.
The both saintly members of the clergy proceed with eating in silence for straight quarter an hour until they finished with their dishes and emptied successfully their plates.
Shortly after they finished with the eating process, Jude got from the table by cleaning the kitchen as she picked up the used, filthy dishes and silverware eating tools, posing a serious question to the younger man:
"Timothy, are you going to drink yet your communion wine?"
"No, thank you! I am not thirsty anymore." Meantime she took the partly filled glass of red wine, putting the dishes and silverware tools in the sink, filling them with water until he got from the chair and snuck up behind her, snaking his strong, muscular arms around her slim waist as initially she flinched and paroxysm hit her out of nowhere. "Don't be afraid, Jude! If you need my help with the plates and tools, I am right here."
"You are so polite but I can do it by myself." Her strong-willed nature never amused him since the blonde was facing the cruelties in this world from young age. Further, she was indisputably touched by his interest to participate in aiding her.
"Come on, Jude!" Nevertheless the member of the church leaned down as his face was against her partly exposing ear, whispering softly in her ear, doing wonders to her body with his decent British accent as shivers of pleasure electroshock her body in an instant. "Could you finish the glass of communion wine, please?" His utterance sounded rather bizarre for her, factly, she told him she gave up the alcoholism and she doesn't wants to renounce her vows. What she hasn't expected at all was actually his eccentric behavior especially now when he forced her to drink of his glass.
"But, Timothy," The holy woman turned to him as their eyes met. Her face sunk in sanguine tint as she stuttered reluctantly. "I told ya, I am not drinking for ages." She cautioned, opting to control her voice tone as she was never being capable of disrespecting him since he was her boss and she was his chosen right hand nun.
"I know, Jude. But could you do it just for me only? Just for me? I promise."
She shuddered by grasping yet the glass of communion wine as his mammoth hands were still on her waist. What the middle-aged woman didn't want to do is actually disappointing the man she has devoted herself as colleagues and friends.
Once she lifted up the glass as it met her lukewarm, luscious lips, she opened her mouth by gulping in a single sip the liquor, swallowing it until she put the glass with the other tools for washing.
Jude's inebriated condition was evident after gulping instantly the partly filled glass with its alcoholic beverage, commanding her body and mind as she wasn't able to control herself any longer. The demon of the past roamed around the kitchen where the both members of the clergy were right now. Surveying her manners, actions and so forth.
Suddenly Timothy's face approached hers as she giggled uneasily as their faces were scarcely inches away from each other. She had never expected this to be a dream come true especially sharing barely any inch proximity with the love of her life's face. It was so unpredictable. So arcane. So hypnotizing.
The truth was actually Timothy ached to kiss the woman he fell in love since the beginning and their first encounter as she was the sole person , who broke his curse of keeping his vows and the fact of never falling in love with a representative from the opposite sex. Thousands of butterflies fluttered inside their stomachs. Two fools in love knew exactly what they wanted as they equally lusted for it.
Jude has never told the younger man about her lewd and unedifying past, where she played an antagonist. An antagonist against the norms and morals. It wasn't her fault for all this, of course. Little did she know how he might react as soon as he hears every discreet detail about her past. All she has impended was of judgment and being rejected by the man, she madly fell in love.
Regardless the circumstances, Timothy loved her for what she's and genuinely appreciated and valued her as a woman and person, not perceiving her as a mere nun tonight. If he has never even heard of her past or at least has heard something behind the mask of the stern, cold-blooded nun that concealed a heartbroken, lonely and lacking of love and warmness lady, he still was doted on her unarguably.
"Timothy, just tell me why I needed to drink your unfinished glass of wine." She seeked logical answers, giving him time to think about it.
"I just," He paused as he captured her lips, sealing them with his lustful, damp lips as the both secret lovers longed for this to happen eventually.
In the meantime, the older woman clasped her both arms around his shoulders as his fingers caressed her waist, admiring its slimness. Closing their eyes as they relished the phenomenal moment. In a matter of seconds, their kisses' intensity escalated as they were tending to be ferocious and savage, muffling quiet moans as Timothy didn't know what to do afterwards as his other hand traveled up to her conservative dark wimple, snaffling it without asking her directly as he knew right away she would permit him, tossing it rakishly on the floor. She was unable to break off the kiss as the faces of the church were bewitched by their kiss. The kiss of the forbidden fruit in Eden's garden. Her mane of silken golden curls cascaded down her upper back.
"I don't want to disappoint you, Jude. Nonetheless, I have never kissed a woman ever in my life." He confessed in aboveboard manner.
"It's okay, sweet boy." He ran vigorously his well defined fingers through her honey blonde tresses, combing them. "Just be natural." She advised him otherwise, besides encouraging him to be himself as he experienced his ever first kiss in his life. Jude was more than ready to guide Timothy though his absenting experience in the kisses and sex. She would never forsaken him just because of his inexperience. She loved his honesty as it was a key to fall in love with him even more and be the first woman, who's being kissed by him.
Consequently she slid her tongue to his bottom lip, ushering him to enter his mouth as she plugged her wet, wine-stained tongue inside his mouth, poking his inactive wine-stained, soaked tongue, urging him to duel against hers. He did meekly what her actions were doing so. As their tongues were dancing altogether, subsequently his surprisingly won over hers, plugging it inside hers, deepening the scorching kiss in a French one, building its intensity. Releasing muffled moans, levitating in the kitchen as they were all alone. No one disturbed them which was one of the perfect things about Timothy's first kiss. Everything else even their surroundings were hazily oblivious for them. They didn't even care who could enter in the kitchen and interrupt their sweet, sultry moment.
Kiss of fire between two members of the clergy, who all wanted is to connect along not only physically and mentally, moreover spiritually, feeling their essences merging. The kiss of fire was fueling their melting their hearts, animating them to edges. Paradise for the fools in love, who shared a piece of remarkable memory that will abide in their hearts and minds for eternity even in their afterlives. They were on the seventh sky during and after the kiss, although they yearned for its eternity.
"Don't you know how much I have desired for this?" Timothy whispered between the kiss very softly.
"Me either." The nun confessed as they broke off the kiss, withdrawing their faces as his colossal, handy hands moved up to her face, cupping her cheeks. Her hands lowered to his shoulders, admiring one another's enchanting facial features. Eyes glinted with twinkles of bliss, lust, desire and undeniable love. Content, saturating smiles honed up in the corner of their lips. Severe heart beats pulsated in their ribs. "I love you, Timothy!"
"I love you too, rara avis!" Timothy confessed for first time his strong love for his favorite nun in audacious way. It molted her heart, of course.
What the truth managed to tell us is the kiss of fire unites two lovers, who have a yen for another other though the years of abstinence that blocked their path to take the further step in their arcane relationship! Kiss of fire was their medicament for their somber issues that plagued their minds and corrupting each cell. They will never and ever forget this night and store it up in the limbo!