Prompt #16: Lana accidentally gets flour all over herself and Mary, triggering a short flour battle that makes both of them be covered in white. In an attempt from them to hide it from Sister Jude, Mary invites Lana to her room to get changed— but their love and attraction end up being a greater force than their common sense.
Chapter Rating: M
[FOLLOWS THE TIMELINE OF PROMPTS #13, #14 and #15]
Two months had passed between kisses and confidential smiles between both women during their endless time in the bakery, taking hours for both women to say goodbye. It was Wednesday, and there was flour all over the floor— although most of it had ended on Mary's habit. She did not know how, but the journalist had accidentally spilled the sack of flour that was on the counter. "Oh my g— Mary, I…" the woman quickly went to clean the other's clothes with a dirty cloth, only managing to spread it more and more. "Shit— I mean, f—" she knew how important it was for Mary to keep her sacred clothes clean. She looked up, scared to see the nun upset by that fact, but instead saw her smiling.
"Don't worry, Lana." Mary assured her with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "I have another in my room." she smiled and put the cloth the other held on the counter. She then smiled and ran her fingers over the wood stained with flour, collecting the white dust and then turning to look at the journalist— booping her nose and leaving a white stain there.
"Mary, what—?" Lana's lips parted in surprise and confusion before they tilted into a smile. "Oh, you don't know what have you done, Sister." she grinned, her hand going to the sack of flour and taking a handful. Mary's mouth fell open and she tried to turn away, but Lana was quicker and all the flour ended on the woman's face. As the journalist laughed, the nun happily took more flour on her hand and threw it at the brunette, staining her face and hair. Soon everything was covered with white, their clothing having lost most of their color under the thin layer of flour. Their laughs filled the room, Lana taking all the flour she could in her hands and smearing it all over the nun's face before kissing her deeply. One kiss after another, they became heavier within seconds, Mary's hands on the journalist's hips and pulling her impossibly close.
"Lana," she told, pulling back slightly to breathe in deeply. "We should stop," she told, kissing the other's lips again, though this time sweetly. "We have to clean this, and get changed, and— Goodness, Sister Jude cannot see your gown so dirty, she will cane you…" Lana sighed, after all the blonde was right. She kissed her lips softly once more and stepped back. She would have to steal a new hospital gown from the laundry rooms, but Jude would still notice it anyway. She expected her to, she always did. What the journalist didn't expect was the nun's idea. "Come to my room, I will give you one, then I'll come clean this mess."
"Your room?" Lana did not want to keep her hopes high. They had been together for months, and it wasn't enough time to get the wrong idea. Their kisses had become more passionate lately, that was true, but Lana knew that the blonde wanted to take it slowly. And slowly she would go, after all she was sure she was going to spend her life trapped inside that madhouse. And Mary is still a nun, for fuck's sake. "Yeah, of course. As long as Jude doesn't know." she muttered. Mary smiled— that shy smile Lana loved— and took her hand to guide her out of the room. "I guess we'll clean this later… Where's your room?"
"My room is in this corridor, actually. When I came here it was a storage room with the gardening tools, but there was no other place I could stay in, so Sister Jude gave me permission to empty it and throw everything away." the nun explained happily, walking with the other slowly and intertwining their fingers. "It's nice, I am near the bakery and the front door." she smiled, finally reaching a wooden door hidden in a corner of the dark hall.
"That's good." Lana muttered as the nun opened the door, revealing a small, confined bedroom. The only furniture was a bed, a desk with its broken chair and a small closet on one corner of the room. "It's…" the woman looked around, not knowing what to do or say as she walked into the room and stood in the middle. "Definitely better than my cell."
"No need to lie, Lana. It's part of my vows. Chastity, poverty and obedience." she told, letting out a sigh. Suddenly the journalist saw sadness in the blue eyes she loved. Why? Mary had entered the room and was looking inside her closet to take her clean habit and a hospital gown for the other. "It was from a patient, she lived here for a few months before she went to prison." the woman explained as she gave it to Lana.
"Thank you." Lana told with a smile that disappeared as soon as she saw the nun start to unbutton her habit— action to what she quickly turned around. Starting to unbutton her piece of clothing, she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "So, about these vows…" she started, biting her lip. Was it inappropriate for her to ask about it? She was curious about them, specially for one. "Was it chastity, poverty and, uh…"
"Obedience. Jesus went away sometimes to quiet places to pray and then responded in love by carrying out the will of God in his life. So obedience has a lot to do with listening and responding, and that vow calls us to listen. The vow of poverty is to live a simple life, to commit to share our resources and our time and talents within our community and with those in need. And chastity… Well, a vow of celibate chastity is a vow of deep loving commitment. We have the gift of being lovers of God and lovers for the world..." the woman sighed and turned to look at Lana, her lips parting but not a sound going out of them. The brunette was practically naked, her underwear leaving exposed creamy skin full of bruises. And suddenly she could not take her eyes off the other woman, it being impossible for her to stop staring at every single inch of the uncovered skin. She had to tell the woman how she felt, she had to tell her she wanted to be with her, that she wanted to— sin. That is a sin, Mary Eunice, she reprimanded herself. "You're so beautiful, Lana."
That comment made the journalist laugh, not as sarcastically as she thought she would but actually nervously. "You are too, Mary." she told, thoughtlessly looking over her shoulder and gasping at the sight. "Holy—" she quickly turned her face back to stare at the door, her eyes wide. Mary had undressed, yes— but she had not put on a clean habit. "Mary, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look." she told, cursing under her breath for having been so forgetful as she closed her eyes shut. Lana did not see though that Mary chewed on her lip indecisively, not knowing how to explain herself.
"Lana, I want to have sex." she ended up blurting out. The journalist's eyes widened even more, dazzled by the nun's words. She wanted to ask what did she mean, she wanted to ask what had happened to her vows, but Mary's words had been clear. "I have feelings for you, and I…" the nun looked down and inhaled deeply, feeling tears in her eyes. She slowly approached the other woman, hesitating a little before taking her hand on hers. "I cannot believe in a god that doesn't let me be with you." she added in a final whisper. There were some moments until Lana turned around slowly, her eyes slowly opening again to find Mary's baby blue ones.
"Are you sure?" she asked, standing practically naked in front of the nun. "I love you, and I don't want you to throw away everything you have stand for for years." she told with a worried face, biting down on her lip. She had wanted the nun for a long time now, having touched herself to the thought of them together, but now that it was real she couldn't help but put Mary before her own needs. "We can wait if you want."
"No, Lana, I don't want to wait…" Mary guided Lana's hand to one of her breasts, still covered by the same kind of bra the inmate wore. The blonde was shaking, both from the cold air of the room and from the nervousness she was going through in that moment. "We have been together for months, and I have never felt anything like this for anyone. And, well…" she looked down and closed her eyes, swallowing hard. "I guess I'm kinda curious?"
It was more a question than a statement, but it was enough for the journalist. She laughed softly, approaching Mary and kissing her lips gently. "I love you. If you want to stop, if you don't feel comfortable, tell me. If you want to tell me something, anything, do it. Okay?" the nun eagerly nodded, and Lana kissed her again, her hand moving from the blonde's breast to her side and then to take Mary's. She silently started walking towards the small bed, sitting on the edge and watching Mary do the same. "It will be okay." she smiled and scooted closer to the nun. One hand after the other they were placed on the woman's cheeks, and soon after their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, without rush. Their lips were parted, slowly becoming deeper— so slowly that the change seemed to be unnoticeable. Still, as they kissed Lana ran her tongue on the other's lips, and Mary quickly allowed access to the other's tongue. It felt good, it really did. And as though as the nun knew it would not be the same again, she wanted it. "I love you."
"I love you too," Lana whispered as she leaned forward to kiss the other deeplier. They both smiled at the kiss, Mary's arms wrapping around the other's neck, while Lana rested her hands on Mary's bare hips. The contact was something new, that made Lana shiver slightly. Mary's skin was soft, fragile, unlike anything the journalist's fingers had touched before. The nun was focused on reciprocating each kiss with equal passion. It was as if something was overtaking her, a passion that moved from her lips to between her legs. She wanted the journalist, but it seemed to be more than that— she needed her.
"Lana…" she couldn't help but moan against her lips, both pulling her close and pushing herself against the other's body. The journalist easily got the message, moving to kiss Mary's neck and, gently pushing her down on the bed. She was now on top of the other, pulling back to look at her for a second before moving to keep kissing on her skin, unhurriedly, exploring. Every inch of skin she kissed, every inch she ran her fingertips on— every single one was a synonym of perfection. The nun breathed in heavily, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of Lana's lips on her small, not quite prominent cleavage, running from side to side repeatedly, moving up to her collarbone, to her neck, kissing her lips again, repeating each spot so many times that Mary was getting dizzy. Before she could realize it, her bra was gone— how did she...?
The woman's face amused Lana, who let out a laugh as she threw the piece of clothing away happily before she let out a sigh and returned to her kissing task. "Practice." she muttered, knowing what the other would be thinking. She had been with many women, and Mary hadn't. But soon, the journalist saw the nun's face changed. "That's the past." she whispered, moving her lips up the other's neck and then looking into Mary's eyes. "You are my future. You, and only you, okay?" she whispered. Mary nodded, smiling shyly. "And you don't have to do this to be it. We can stop if you want."
"No. I… I am scared, yes." the nun admitted, letting out a sigh and then putting a hand on the other's cheek. Her fingertips trembled, as if something made her feel cold despite the heat she felt inside. She was going to lie to the only God, belief and religion she had ever known. But she wanted to, she really did. Despite how scary it was. "But I want this, I want to give myself to you." she smiled, leaning forward to kiss the other's lips again, the last trace of doubt she had. She was blushing, too much. She felt so stupid, like a teenager. But with Lana it felt good. "But not because I think that to be your future I have to, but because I want this again in… our future."
The next kiss, had nothing but love in it, despite it being passionate, desperate to feel the nun's lips on hers again, Lana realized. And it didn't feel any different than any other kiss they had shared. Suddenly she realized what it meant, and she was breathless. For the first time in her life, she was making love to someone, and the lust she felt was in a second place. Her lips moved down once more, this time making their way to Mary's breasts and taking the woman's nipples between them. Gently, without any rush, the journalist's tongue moved in circles around them, spiralling until it collided with the hard flesh, sucking softly, going back to trace spirals, kissing them, worshipping one for minutes before turning to the other. And Mary's moans filled the room, her eyes closed, her lips parted making the most beautiful music they could ever do. The brunette had closed her brown eyes, guiding herself by the feeling of the other's skin under her fingertips and lips, moving lower to place kisses on the other's abdomen slowly, then moving her hands up to brush Mary's nipples with her thumbs. She was going crazy herself, but for once she was putting someone else's needs before hers.
Her eyes finally opened as she placed a kiss on the waistband of the other's panties, alerting her that she had reached a delicate place. Brown eyes looked up at Mary's who simply gave a slight nod and bit her lip. One had ran down the nun's body to have two fingers hooking on her panties, slowly pulling the piece of clothing from one side and then moving to the other. Soon both hands tugged slowly from them, exposing Mary completely and making Lana study the woman's legs, from her feet up to her hips, then between her legs. She thoughtlessly dropped the hideous panties to the floor,her hands going to caress the skin of the other's thighs as she positioned herself between her legs, her eyes moving to look at Mary and locking with her blue eyes. The blonde's folds were so wet, so desperately but gracefully needy for Lana. She wanted to taste her, she needed to. And so she did, moving forward to press her lips against her folds, feeling her arousal on them, letting out a shaky breath. She did the same again and again, feeling Mary's legs relax under the touch of her hands, spreading more. The journalist traced a long lick on the soft flesh, then between her folds, making Mary gasp for air and grip the sheets of the bed tightly before letting out a loud moan.
"Lana…" she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the journalist's muscle running between her folds, moving up to finally find her clit. She waited with anticipation, the other's slow movements feeling eternal, until she was rewarded by wide circles around her bundle of nerves. "Lana…" she moaned again, this time softly, looking down to see the other's eyes closed as she enjoyed the taste. She had never thought this would feel so good, she had never thought she would experience something like that. The brunette's tongue moved in wide circles that started to become smaller, more focused on one soft spot. And despite that Mary wanted to learn how to, despite she was trying to memorize what the other was doing so she could repeat it later, it was impossible to think. "Oh my…" she muttered, falling silent as she closed her eyes again and her head fell back on the pillow, her hips moving up to meet the other's mouth without her realizing her body movements. "Oh…"
Lana was focused on moving her tongue around Mary's clit, knowing that it wouldn't be long. She could feel the other's legs stiffening under her touch, the other's moans echoing in her ears. Moving a finger between her folds, the journalist toyed with her wetness, teasing her entrance hesitatingly, then going back to move that finger between the other's pink lips. Finally, it slowly started to slide inside the nun, carefully, not wanting to hurt her. And Mary did not notice at first, being so lost in the action, until she felt the long digit sliding deeper inside, making her gasp and stiffen for a second. She did not last a second more, her own unwilling movement making Lana's tongue meet her bundle of nerves and trigger her climax. "Lana— Lana!" she gasped, her hips jerking up under the woman's expert touch. She felt dizzy, amazed, her mouth was dry— but it all felt so right. "Oh my—"
"Shhh." she heard Lana, who was busy cleaning her juices and lapping between her folds to collect until the last drop, still slowly, without any rush. It felt as if the journalist could spend all her eternity there, taking care of her. The nun rode down her orgasm in amazement, looking at the ceiling as a smile appeared on her face. "Don't speak..." the journalist whispered, kissing her way up the other's body and carefully removing her finger from inside of her. Mary's body seemed to be twice as heavy now, impossible for her to move properly as Lana lay next to her on the small bed, so close that when the blonde looked at her she could see her own wetness all over her lover's lips. "Are you okay?"
Mary smiled and nodded, moving her hand to brush Lana's side with her fingertips in the most loving, fragile way. "I love you." she whispered, falling silent right after. Even if she did know Lana would say the same to her, that her feelings would be reciprocated, she felt scared. She had broken her vow, she was not worthy of being a nun anymore— but she did not know any other kind of life. But suddenly Lana was snuggling against her, her slightly sweaty body giving her the warmth and safety she needed so much in that moment. She closed her eyes, breathing in and out peacefully. When Lana looked at her again, the nun was already asleep.
"I love you too." the journalist whispered, placing a soft kiss on the other's shoulder before burying her face on her shoulder. It would be hours until someone looked for her to punish her— and this paradise was worth unleashing Briarcliff's hell.
This was the last part of the Graceful Melody series of prompts! Reviews will be very appreciated, as usual, and remember that you can ask for prompts via PM or review if you want! :)