Prompt #15: Mary discovers the picture Lana keeps of Wendy and gets overwhelmed by sadness and jealousy that make her decide to pull away from Lana. What she doesn't know is that Lana loves her more than anything in the world now.

Chapter Rating: K

[FOLLOWS PROMPT #14]

The nun held the picture with jealousy, the image of the woman with her naked body covered only by a white cotton sheet and a cigarette in her hand telling her that she was not the kind of woman Lana liked. She was not sensual, in fact she had hidden her body from everyone under her habit for years. She was not daring, she would not be able to pose like that for a picture, or even to be like that in front of anyone. She was too innocent, and Lana would not like that. With discouragement she stood up and left the fallen picture on the counter, waiting for the journalist to come back from the pantry. When she did, she looked with surprise at the picture as her hands went to her hips, where she hid it.

"It— It fell when you left…" Mary whispered, her eyes not meeting Lana's as she spoke. It wasn't that Mary was a jealous person, but what she had seen that day had been something that she hadn't expected. Doctor Thredson had given the journalist a picture of her girlfriend, Wendy, one that Lana had been carrying with her for a week. Wendy was still important for the brunette woman, Mary knew it. And she felt so stupid, so stupid for having told the reporter that she was falling in love with her. Lana was still in love with her girlfriend, she still felt attracted to her. And it was obvious why. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." she told timidly, taking the baked bread from the oven and carefully placing it on another counter before starting to clean the room in complete silence. Lana helped, placing the flour sack they had used in the pantry and then closing. "Have a nice day, Miss Winters." the nun told before walking out of the bakery and to her bedroom, leaving Lana standing there with confusion.

Miss Winters?

The following days Mary insisted on reducing their time in the bakery together, finishing almost an hour before they usually did. The journalist didn't understand why, but she didn't ask. Mary had asked her to be patient, and she would— despite doubt was killing the brunette. Why was the nun calling her Miss Winters again? Had their meetings been discovered? Not that they did anything more than sing and dance, sometimes talk about their past, but Lana knew that Jude would try to punish them despite not doing anything else. What if Mary was trying to avoid her feelings, what if she was trying to convince herself she wasn't like the journalist?

Suddenly she remembered. The picture. Wendy's picture. And suddenly everything made sense, and she had to see the nun. She had to see her now. She ran out of her cell and downstairs to the bakery, being stopped by a few guards that threatened of beating her if they saw her run again. She slowed down, but only until she turned the corner and then started running again. "Mary, Mary!" she yelled as she crossed the corridor that led to the bakery. "Mary." she panted, seeing the nun standing there with freshly baked bread on her hands. "Mary…" she sighed, smiling a bit as she saw her blue eyes.

"Miss Winters, what are you doing here?" the nun asked, leaving the wooden table with the bread on the table and then looking down to her hands. She did not understand the urge the woman had to talk to her, she simply didn't. "Miss Winters...?" she questioned, approaching the woman that tried to catch her breath. "Lana, what is going on?" she asked with a curious, confused look.

"Mary, I don't want you to think what is not." the woman told with a sigh, looking down and then to the nun's blue eyes. "I am not in love with Wendy anymore, I am not." she told, breathing in deeply and then approaching Mary quickly. "The picture, Wendy. It doesn't mean anything anymore. If I carry it with me it's because I need a reminder of who I am, of who I was before all this happened. She's the reminder of the Pulitzer I want to win, but she's in the past. She chose her career over me, I don't love her anymore. I—" she sighed and took Mary's hand. "I love you, Mary. And I don't want you to think otherwise."

The nun covered her mouth with her hand, gasping slightly before a smile appeared on her face, timidly. "You… You love me?" she asked in a faint voice, receiving a nod in response that made her lose consciousness of where they were. Mary leaned forward, kissing the journalist the same way she had seen couples kiss in the movies. It was a sloppy kiss, the nun's hand cupping Lana's face and her lips being pressed against the other's. She pulled back quickly, blushing intensely. "Sorry, I… This was my first kiss, I…"

"It has been great." Lana told before leaning forward to kiss Mary again and again, sometimes gently, sometimes passionately, sometimes resting their foreheads together for a few seconds as they whispered how much they loved each other and smiled. "I knew you'd be the best thing that could happen to me here."

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