No Surname for a Nun
"What? My last name? Why so curious all of a sudden?" Beatrice momentarily stopped tracing the Halo on Ava's back to look down at her.
"It's not sudden. Last time I checked it's healthy to want to know more about my girlfriend." Naturally Ava had a witty reply to all retorts. In fact she's an expert when it comes to comebacks to Beatrice.
Beatrice was quiet for a beat. She seemed to be in the middle of remembering something, or forgetting, her eyebrows ever so slightly furrowed, creating a cute yet focused expression. "I don't have one."
Not the sort of answer Ava expected. From what she did know of Beatrice's background is that she comes from a very well off family. Someone important with enough money to send their daughter away and never have to think if she could afford living comfortably. That is big money. And given that Beatrice was more than fine paying for things when needed it seemed like she didn't think much about it either, she certainly never wanted Ava wanting for anything.
"Everyone has a last name Beatrice. I bet it's cute just like you."
Laughter filled their small shared bedroom, the sound like honey, sweetly spreading and warming Ava's body. "Nuns don't. We don't need one."
"No last name for real? Don't get me wrong I love that you're just Beatrice, my Beatrice but it's awkward if I ever need to introduce you to someone. I guess you'll just have to take my last name." Ava grinned brightly before kissing the side of Beatrice's neck.
"Ava is this your way of asking for my hand in marriage?" Obviously she teased but underneath that there was a bit of genuine curiosity. Given how relatively new their relationship was jumping into marriage wasn't ideal. Besides that… "Before you start planning the party I have to say that nuns can't get married either."
Upon hearing the rejection to what wasn't even a real proposal Ava backed up, her normally soft and bright eyes filled with sadness instead. "What? Priests can get married!"
"Most of them aren't part of a secret order. Us nuns are married to God when we take our vows." Honestly marriage was something she never gave much thought to. When she was younger Beatrice assumed she would get married to whoever her parents seemed was the best fit for her. She always hoped she would have at least some saying in the pick but when she realized that she isn't men at all she knew everything she wanted in a partner would be thrown out the window. "Don't look at me like that Ava." She pressed a kiss to Ava's forehead that was intended to disperse the pitying look on her face.
The girl in her arms shifted so that she was hovering over her, her hair falling over her shoulders, barely longer than before but enough to cover the tiny scars peaking from under her top.
"Bea that sounds culty as fuck, not to mention very unfair. You should be able to get married to the person you love. Isn't that what marriage is all about?" Ava argued. She was ready to argue with God himself if she needed to. She was the motherfucking Warrior Nun! She had God on speed dial!
"That is what marriage is supposed to be about, yes. It's not something everyone gets. It's no big deal Ava, I don't need to be married to you to know that I love you, or for Him to know it. I feel more than blessed." Anything more would be greedy and she doesn't dare to ask.
With a long and loud groan to let Beatrice know just how not ready she was to drop this conversation Ava continued. "If you're married to God then does that make me your not-so-secret mistress?"
"Why must you make everything sound dirtier than it is?" Beatrice smiled back at Ava who drew a little closer. She bridged the gap between them and kissed her with all the passion she had. It was enough to match Ava's passion.
"Because sleeping with a married woman whose husband is an inattentive jerk sounds pretty hot." Cheating was bad, she stood by that but if the husband was never there then is it really cheating? If God was married to so many people he should be missing one nun. Even if Beatrice was one hell of a good nun.
"Adultery is a sin." Beatrice reminded her but didn't protest when Ava kissed her again, this time with their tongue meeting, pushing and exploring familiar territory.
"Good thing that I get special privileges as a Warrior Nun. Don't try to tell me that I don't babe, because I escaped death multiple times and got myself a hot girlfriend along the way. Besides Beatrice Silva has a nice ring to it." She took Beatrice's hand and kissed her ring finger. "There, by the power vested in me, we are now married."
Telling her only a priest can do that too seemed like it would only lead to further discussion. And apparently there was an app now where one could pay to become a priest in order to officiate a wedding, although Beatrice seriously doubted the legitimacy and legality of those services. Being a Warrior Nun was a much stronger case.
"It does sound… nice. Beatrice Silva. I like it better than my previous last name."
"So you do have one! Tell me, tell me!" Ava's demands were quickly put to rest when Beatrice flipped her over on her back. The God's chosen felt heat traveling and pooling at the pit of her stomach in a dull ache that the woman above her knew exactly how to satisfy. "You know what, you're right, this is our wedding night, we have to do at least one of the things according to protocol."
"No, I just wanted to get you to stop asking questions and I know how well you listen to me when I'm on top." Damn. She knew Ava's weaknesses too well. That was Ava's fault so she couldn't be mad, only slightly disappointed at herself for not putting up more of a challenge.
"You win this round, Mrs. Silva. But I will get a rematch." Ava arched into her lover's body when she felt hot, open kisses on her neck and pulse point.
"I look forward to it, Mrs. Silva." She had gotten pretty good Beatrice had to admit, but there were certain things, certain areas in which Beatrice always came out on top. Their bed was one of them.