Mary sat in the couch with a half-read book in her lap. It was past eleven, and the journalist hadn't come back from the meeting yet. It had crossed her mind a few times that the older woman might be lying and in fact seeing another woman, but Mary knew better to dismiss the thought. As hostile as she could be, Lana could never break someone's heart like that.
A few hours passed, and the blonde stretched her limbs after finishing the book. Although she was a fast reader, Mary didn't expect to finish it before the brunette comes home. Looking at the ceiling, she let her body sink into the couch. Her brain and body craved for sleep, but she was so determined to wait for the other. So she kept her eyes open, just like a child trying to stay awake for her parent to be home.
It's unclear how long it had been, but when a sound of the front door creaking open reached her ears, Mary realized she'd fallen asleep. Swiftly lifting her body from the couch, she turned to the door, seeing the brunette fall on the floor. Lana was a drunken mess, her hair was messy, her eyes were barely open, and she was trying to take her heels off, but in vain.
The blonde walked to the other woman, frowning deeply at the abrasive smell of alcohol. "Lana, stand up," she grabbed the woman by the arm and helped her up.
The brunette groaned in protest, but was too helpless to resist the arm of Mary. Once she was on her feet, giggles fell from her mouth. She wrapped her arms around Mary's neck, bringing their bodies closer.
"Hey, gorgeous," Lana whispered in Mary's ear. Her lips couldn't contain giggles when she felt the blonde shivered in her arms. Her teeth playfully caught her earlobe between them, causing the younger woman's body to tense.
"Lana…" she breathed out. Her knees went weak at the raw sensation on her skin. And God, Lana's lips and tongue felt like heaven, even though they tasted like whiskey. Mary moaned in her mouth, feeling the growing heat in her lower belly. It'd be a lie to say she didn't enjoy this physical contact. Her hope to have a serious conversation with the brunette vanished when she'd seen the intoxicated state of her. She might as well take this opportunity and be loved by the brunette.
But then again, their situation would become more awkward and unpleasant if she let this happen. So Mary gathered all of her self-control and ripped Lana's body off her.
"You're drunk."
Lana let out a giggle, her cheeks painted pink. Her arms wrapped Mary's waist yet again, while her mouth planted sloppy kisses on her neck.
The nun tried to keep her moans, but the attempt failed miserably when Lana's tongue traced her collarbone. The brunette shifted her lips to Mary's and aggressively kissed her, earning a moan from the taller woman. She backed the blonde against the wall, her hands gripping the petite waist of Mary.
"Lana…wait…" Mary pushed her hands against Lana's heaving chest, keeping their lips separated.
But the brunette only smirked at the blonde. "Why? You don't want me to fuck you?" Lana sneaked her leg between Mary's thighs, and started to rock her hips slowly. "You don't want to feel my lips around your nipples?" Her tongue dancing smoothly with Mary's. "Don't you want me to lick your pussy, baby?"
The younger woman squirmed at the taunting words and the leg between her thighs, but the vulgar word in the last sentence caused her to sober up. "Lana, stop this. You're drunk. I don't want it when you're drunk." She shook her head while her eyes were trained on the brunette's face.
Lana pursed her lips, still insistent with her mouth and hands. "Come on, I want you so bad. I'm soaking wet for you, Mary."
"No, Lana. I said no." The nun shook her head again. "Come on, it's late. Let's get you to bed."
The blonde led the pouting woman to the bedroom, careful not to let her stumbling feet trip over nothing. Lana fell on the mattress with a thud, while the blonde lay next to her in a more civilized manner.
"I'm not sleepy," Lana protested with half-closed eyes.
"I know, but you have to sleep."
Silence filled the room, and Mary decided that it was time she'd gone to sleep, too.
"Mary?"
The voice of the brunette caused her to open her eyes. "Yes?"
Lana's hand reached for Mary's in the dark. "I miss you." The confession was quiet, full of sorrow and helplessness.
Mary's heart flattered. The brunette was especially honest when drunk. So this must be her true feeling, right? Lana must want to fix this between them as much as the blonde did. Mary squeezed the hand in assurance.
"I miss y–"
"Where did you go?"
The words on Mary's tongue froze, and so did the air in her lungs. What does she mean? Her heart was screaming and crying for the answer. But deep down, she knew already, what Lana exactly meant.
Where did you go? Where did the person I loved for so long go? Where is the devil I fell in love with? Where is the woman that isn't YOU?
So this was her honest feeling. All the goddamn time, the brunette was searching for the devil. How stupid of Mary, to believe even a small fracture of Lana's soul loved her, too. No, she loved the devil and the devil only. There had never been room for the innocent, naïve nun in the first place.
Covering her mouth with a hand, Mary ran to the bathroom. The truth that she'd been afraid of hit her hard, and she couldn't even cry freely. What really hurt her was the fact that Lana probably wouldn't remember any of this. Should she act as if nothing had happened or what? Mary had no idea. The only solution she could think of was to pray to God; but what was there to believe in, when her heart had been shattered in complete pieces?
*sigh* my tiny feeble heart broke writing this chapter. reviews are always appreciated.
