The room was dim. No lights were on and yet there was some kind of phosphorous light surrounding them.

A breathy moan echoed in the room. Mary perched herself on the living room couch, her golden hair thrown over the back of the furniture. Another moan escaped from her mouth. She rocked her hips rhythmically while her brunette lover worked hard between her legs. Her hands in Lana's dark hair tightened their grips as she let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Bite me," Mary commanded softly. Her breath hitched a moment later when she felt teeth scraping her skin on her inner thigh. Two more bites were given on her hipbone, and the blonde whimpered quietly. It seemed to have encouraged the brunette, and Lana's grips on the nun's hips tightened. Her teeth attacked Mary's porcelain skin relentlessly.

Mary pulled the brunette's hair sharply, causing her to let out a yelp. With her chest heaving, the blonde brought Lana's face to hers and crashed their lips. The kiss tasted like cigarette, wine, and sex. The blonde smirked as her tongue played with Lana's, her fingers combing through the brunette hair. Separating their lips, Mary gently pushed Lana's head, silently demanding her to get back between her legs. Her hips jolted when Lana's tongue met her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Harder," the blonde sighed out. She let out a loud groan at the stronger pressure on her core, her hips bucking more frantically. The journalist certainly knew how Mary liked to be pleased. Every touch and kiss was administered precisely and effectively, making the nun squirm with unbearable pleasure. But it didn't stop the blonde from giving orders. Even when she was the one to be pleased, Mary Eunice still liked to be the dominant one. The sense of power and control was something she would never yield.

"I need you inside me," she whispered as she breathed cautiously. Her body was desperate for release, but she couldn't show that to the older woman, though Lana was obviously aware of her state.

With her tongue still on her clit, Lana slowly entered her with a finger. Mary's walls were tight around her digit, and both of them breathed out at the feeling. It didn't take long before the blonde commanded her to add another finger. "Don't you dare- fuck… stop…" A string of quiet whimpers escaped through her parted lips as expert fingers massaged her walls. Her legs shook with an onset of orgasm coursing through her body. She needed more, something to push her over the edge. "Bite me," Mary ordered breathily. And the moment Lana's teeth nibbled on her swollen clit, she let out a loud moan.

Her own moan caused her to open her eyes. But there wasn't Lana, nor was she on the couch. She was breathing heavily in the bed. Mary groaned from frustration. She was close, so so close. And then her brain decided to wake up from the deliciously sensual dream. The evidence of arousal presented itself between her thighs, and it made Mary think how long it had been since the last time she and her lover had shared intimacy.

They still talked, but it seemed like the journalist wanted to keep distance from the nun. It became Mary's usual to have supper alone while the brunette locked herself in her office. It wasn't rare anymore for Lana to sleep in her office, too. Not seeing each other gave them a false sense that everything was still okay. Of course, it was far from the truth.

Turning her head to her side, Mary checked if her lover was in the bed tonight; she was. With her inked arm thrown over her stomach, Lana slept peacefully. Maybe she was having a happy dream, because she was smiling in her sleep. Mary observed her face, wondering what was making her smile like that. She hoped it was herself in the dream, although she very much doubted it.

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"Lana, we need to talk."

One Saturday afternoon, the blonde caught the older woman searching in the fridge for food.

It had been several days without them talking to each other, and Mary desperately needed a solution. She could feel on her skin that the heart of the journalist was becoming more distant by the day.

Lana glanced over the blonde awkwardly. "…Can this wait? I have a meeting with my editor tonight. It'd be great if we could talk when I come back."

"When will you be home?"

"I don't know," the brunette shrugged. Her eyes anywhere but on Mary. "Whenever we finished talking about what's necessary."

The younger woman sighed, nodding to her girlfriend dejectedly. She swallowed in nervousness, and realized her palms were sweaty; talking to the brunette nowadays made her tense. She feared that if she said something wrong, Lana would bite her head off again. A risk she couldn't take. Her heart wouldn't be able to bare another heartbreak like that.

"I'll be waiting," Mary said in a weak voice.

Another sigh escaped as she watched Lana go back to her office with a plate of chicken the nun had made the other night. She knew it was going to be a long night.