Prompt #14: After getting caught by the nun in the bakery, Mary decides to let the journalist help her with the bread, and soon Lana finds herself falling in love with the nun. In Christmas day, Lana wants to tell Mary about her feelings, when suddenly she is surprised by the nun
Chapter Rating: K
[SEQUEL OF PROMPT #13]
"Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more. What you say?"
Lana sung happily out loud. She had started going to the bakery practically every day, enjoying the nun's company as they baked. Soon their relationship had grown stronger, to the point that both of them had started to see the other as a friend— despite their growing feelings towards the other. While the journalist was sure she felt attracted towards Mary, the feelings that the nun had in her heart were still confusing for her. Did she feel platonically attracted to the woman, or was it romantically? Why had she started appreciating the way the journalist moved, why had she started glancing to her body?
"Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more..."
Mary continued the song easily as she kneaded on the dough, her hands moving easily as she looked at the brunette woman and smiled. Lana had taught her new songs, songs that she had never listened to nor in the radio— in the asylum there was only one and it was placed on Jude's office— nor sung by anyone except Lana. Of course, the journalist hadn't been able to resist herself from joining the blonde three days after starting to bake together, and soon both were teaching songs to the other. Lana taught her the last hits she had listened to before being isolated in the asylum, while Mary taught the other few religious songs that the journalist listened carefully to— despite she did not believe in them.
"Old woman old woman, oh you treat me so mean, you're the meanest old woman that I ever have seen. Well I guess if you say so, I'll have to pack my things and go."
All that came out of the bakery were laughs whenever they were together, and when Lana left to go back with the day room she felt something she hadn't felt since she had become an inmate— happiness. And Mary, she simply was enchanted by the other's voice and way of talking, how she talked about her dreams of winning a pulitzer. "One day, Mary, I will shut this place down and win a Pulitzer with a book about it." she had told one day. Something that the nun noticed was that Lana had slowly stopped talking about her girlfriend, when the first weeks she had spent in the asylum she was always asking for the other woman. Of course, one day Mary discovered that Wendy had signed the papers Sister Jude needed to intern her. "You'll see." the young blonde kept singing with a wide grin on her face.
"Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back, no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back no more. What'd you say?!"
Suddenly the journalist was pulling her back from the counter she was working on, taking her hands out of the dough. "Lana, what—" she asked, being cut when she felt the woman's hand on hers, taking it gently as she made her spin. Mary laughed, spinning before making the journalist twirl too as they laughed, dancing to the rhythm of their own sung music, letting out laughs and giggles in between. By the time they finished the song, they were both singing at the same time and laughing.
"Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back. No more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back no more!"
Lana had to tell the nun, she had to. She could barely be with her without feeling the need to lean forward and kiss her, and for the journalist it was being a complete torture. Despite it being Christmas day, Lana found the nun in the bakery as usually— even if she didn't expect her to stay there in such a festive date. "Hey, Mary... what are you doing here?" she questioned with surprise, entering the room and washing her hands before walking next to the other. "Don't you go visit your family on Christmas?"
"Oh, no. I don't visit them..." Truth was, she didn't want to stay in the asylum, and she left at every opportunity she had— though only to go to a small hotel in the country and spend a calm day alone, silently praying or walking through the streets of the town. She sighed, this year she hadn't been able to convince Jude to let her leave that day. "I prefer to stay here."
"Why? This place is…" Lana was scandalized, she didn't understand why anyone would stay there. Lana shook her head and shrugged, continuing her task of making the dough, what made the journalist sigh and simply stand next to her, closer than she had ever been. "I wish I could visit my parents again. They told me to never come back after they discovered that I was in love with a girl, so I packed and went away from home."
"I'm sorry, Lana." the nun whispered nervously, finishing the dough. "Okay, time for you to help me." she told happily, leaving to go to the pantry and take a milk bottle from there and fill a small bowl with it. As Lana started to work with the dough she walked to the back door and left the bowl outside, for the few stray cats that managed to survive in the woods around the asylum. She walked back to the bakery and smiled from the door, watching the journalist smile as she kneaded on the dough. She always looked happy when they baked together. "You always do it wrong, you know?" the nun told with a sweet smile, walking towards Lana and standing behind her to hold her hands on the dough— the journalist gasped, feeling the nun's front against her back. "You have to be more gentle."
The journalist inhaled deeply, feeling Mary's hands guiding hers. Soon she was biting down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes. "I can be gentle." she muttered, making the nun smile. And then it happened. Usually Lana wouldn't have reacted in such an immature way, letting out a giggle and blushing furiously. But still, when the nun's lips made contact with her cheek in a gentle, loving way. "Mary…" she whispered, turning around to give the nun a questioning, surprised look.
"I think I am falling in love with you, Lana…" Mary told, looking down and the burying her face on the crook of the other woman's neck as she wrapped her arms around the shorter woman. It was an intimate moment that Lana didn't want to break, and so she simply closed her eyes and smiled. "I'm scared. I had never truly loved a woman, or anyone but God, before..." she confessed in a whisper, looking at the brunette with a fearful look. "Please be patient with me?"
"Of course..." Lana told peacefully, opening her eyes and looking at the other, her mouth twisting into a petite smile. "I would wait a thousand years if it meant I get to be with you."
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