A/N: So, again, sorry for a shorter piece. I'm a college student, so I barely have time for a life. Hope that, again, the material makes up for the length. Contains slashy stuff now, so be warned. Or turned on.
Lana couldn't remember exactly when she made watching them a part of her daily routine. She always seemed to be caught in the hallway outside the Monsignor's door when Sister Mary Eunice was in with him. The first time, she'd been walking back from the kitchen with fresh-laundered towels. The Monsignor was panting huskily, and Sister Mary Eunice's hand was jerking up and down in his lap. Lana couldn't figure out why this sight instantly made her wet, or why she slowly pressed herself up to the door and tried to keep her hands outside her dress. It had been a long time…
This appeared to be a daily ritual between the Monsignor and Sister. Lana hardly wanted to consider the motivations of either; she knew there was something Sister Mary Eunice was hiding, and that the Monsignor was never as innocent as he tried to be. She could only watch, fascinated and turned on, while the Sister always led the Monsignor over the edge.
…
The monsignor was losing control quickly. Sister Mary Eunice knew how hard this had been for him, and how powerless he was to resist it. She'd come into his office, cooing about one thing or another, promising him Rome, and eventually ending up on his lap, softly grinding herself into him until he was hard, panting, and enraptured in her scent. His reasoning had failed him, and told him that since they'd already committed sin once, there was no real harm in it happening again. But after the fourth encounter, his appetite was insatiable. He wanted to feel more than just her hand around his cock, and her ivory thighs, naked under the black habit pushed all the way to her pelvis, were so deliciously close. Before he knew what he was doing, his fingers slid up her leg and beneath the dark fabric, nestling instinctively over her warm wetness. He felt something of the old Sister Mary Eunice in that soft skin, and in the whispering gasps as he explored her unreservedly. Years of oppression he never knew he was suffering pushed him forward until he hardly realized he was standing, pushing her up against the wall and wrestling with her legs to get them around him.
He felt her soft breath, and raised his head to meet her eyes. There was nothing of the devil in them, and he suddenly felt terrified that Sister Mary Eunice had changed back to herself, and was completely unaware of why they were there together. But with one breath, the innocent sister pleaded with him.
"Take me."
The monsignor let his body lead, and soon found himself enveloped in nothing he could have imagined. The sensation was so powerful, and so fast, that the monsignor lost track of the few seconds it took for him to see stars as he came powerfully, the sister's fingernails sharp even through his robes.
Meanwhile, behind the door, Lana bit her lip and threw her head back as she, too, came. She shivered into herself as her orgasm took her, and Sister Mary Eunice's face and golden loose hair absorbed her mind.