After a particularly stressful final passage, Brooke and Lucas arrived in the hallway and they were almost there. Their hearts were pounding in their chests and their last steps were hurried as the pressure was at its peak.
The door barely opened, Brooke's first reflex was to throw herself back on her bed, relieved and light.
BROOKE : Welcome to my room, father!
Brooke leaned on her elbows and raised her head to look at Lucas who locked the door from the inside. She noticed the victorious and impatient smile that also lit up Lucas' face.
In turn, Lucas approached the bed and lay down on Brooke's side, laughing.
LUCAS : It's a sport to want to isolate yourself with a priest in the middle of a monastery, isn't it?!
BROOKE : Indeed! Although I hope you still have some energy to burn a few more calories?
LUCAS : Don't worry about it...
BROOKE : I'm not worried... Well, not about that.
He turned his face against the mattress to meet Brooke's gaze. Her eyes invited her to speak his mind.
BROOKE : You, are you worried?
LUCAS : About what exactly?
BROOKE : Let's start with the risks you face...
LUCAS : We both face risks, each in our own way, I suppose.
BROOKE : You a little more than me... Right? I mean... What would happen to you if someone found out?
LUCAS : I could try to justify myself... Like all men, I am and will remain a being of desire. But the observation would be the same, I disobeyed one of my three vows, vows promised to God. Until you, I lived in chastity but it was not easy. It requires a daily effort... A control of myself where my reason allowed me to dominate my impulses. This is no longer the case. You have reborn the man who hid behind the cassock and the function of priesthood... When I see you or think of you, my mind is troubled and I no longer see clearly... It surpasses everything else.
Their looks were deep as they felt so vulnerable at that moment... Both uncomfortable with feeling so weakened, Brooke quickly diverts the conversation to make it less intense...
BROOKE : In any case, I am sure of one thing! I have to admit that I'm way sexier than Jesus Christ!
Lucas : That's for sure, there's no comparison!
Lucas moved his body closer to Brooke's while laughing, his gaze became mischievous and he frowned.
LUCAS : Although... Wait. Angelic face, abundant hair, beautiful nose bridge, clear eyes, gentle allure... You should grow a beard so I can judge correctly...
Brooke approached in turn to gently take revenge and the light and joyful atmosphere resurfaced between them. Lucas made a movement to grab her arm and felt an object behind his shoulder. He grabbed it.
LUCAS : What's that?
BROOKE : It's nothing, it's just a sketchbook that Debie gave me when I arrived...
While she was already taking off her jacket, Brooke didn't react quickly enough to prevent Lucas from taking a look at it.
LUCAS : Did you draw that?
BROOKE : Yes.
LUCAS : You have talent. Brooke, a lot of talent.
Lucas skimmed through a few pages until his fingers stopped on his very first drawing. At first silent, he caressed the paper and his gaze became observant and intrigued. Then, he looked up.
LUCAS : It's me!?
Terribly confused, Brooke didn't know how to react. She decided to assume, with a touch of humor.
BROOKE : If you doubt it, it's because I'm not that good!
Lucas' eyes turned away from his portrait to look at Brooke, detailing her, scrutinizing her attentively.
LUCAS : You intrigue me a lot, you know.
BROOKE : Why?
LUCAS : It makes me feel strange to know that you drew me ... I'm flattered ... A little moved too.
BROOKE : I have always loved putting down on paper and drawing pretty things or those that inspire me...
LUCAS : Do I inspire you?
BROOKE : Maybe...
LUCAS : Does it make you uncomfortable to talk to me about it?
BROOKE : Yes.
LUCAS : Why?
BROOKE : Because it destabilizes me... I'm not very comfortable when people try to see through me...
LUCAS : And you have the impression that's what I'm trying to do?
BROOKE : Let's say that I tend to close myself off, especially if I feel like I'm the only one revealing myself...
LUCAS : Ask me what you want so that we can restore the balance immediately!
BROOKE : Ok... What's your passion?
LUCAS : The motorcycle.
BROOKE : The motorcycle?!
LUCAS : Yes, the motorcycle!
BROOKE : Wow, I didn't expect that!
LUCAS : And what did you expect?
BROOKE : I would have bet on coriander...
LUCAS : It's a passion that I would have a hard time indulging in on a daily basis... Even if I don't dislike the idea!
BROOKE : Given how you talk about it, you must miss it terribly?
LUCAS : I'll even do you the honor of a second confession... I miss it, yes, doing it every day like I want to... But I'm simply content with less.
BROOKE : What do you mean?
LUCAS : Would you like to go for a ride with me, sometime?
BROOKE : Absolutely! So you're telling me you have a motorcycle? Where?
LUCAS : I'll take you and my secret will become yours too. This will have to stay between the two of us, okay?
BROOKE : You're definitely not a priest like the others...
LUCAS' THOUGHT : If you knew...
BROOKE : Okay! But, could I drive it?
LUCAS : Do you know how to drive a motorcycle?
BROOKE : You know, I didn't just steal them... I was the best at getting them to their destination, quickly, cleanly. I never knew how to afford one, yet I love it, I'm even addicted to it, to this adrenaline, to this freedom...
Brooke realized that this was the first time she had confided in him about the reasons for her conviction and her sentence. Lucas had never asked her anything but she had confided in him spontaneously... And, of course, she was scared. Brooke got up quickly from the bed and tried to quickly change the subject of this too destabilizing conversation.
BROOKE : Otherwise, what do you think of my little room?
Lucas scanned the room as if he were discovering it for the first time.
BROOKE : You'll appreciate the simplicity of the place... Fortunately, there are the essentials!
LUCAS : The essentials?
Brooke approached the bed frame and wrapped her arm around one of the wooden posts of the canopy.
LUCAS : If I guess what you're referring to... I can only appreciate your imagination... Overflowing!
BROOKE : I don't doubt it... But for now, it's under a good hot shower that I want to slip...
Quite naturally, Brooke undid her dress and let it fall to the floor. She found herself naked as a worm, facing Lucas.
Lucas, motionless and disconcerted, was content to admire the divine creature that revealed herself in front of him. Brooke stared at him for a second with a little smirk at the corner of her lips ... She walked towards the bathroom, swaying her hips in a regular and very sexy rocking motion. Lucas remained planted there for a few more seconds, in the exact spot where Brooke had left him ... he let himself go on the bed.
LUCAS' THOUGHT : She drives me crazy, completely dependent, addicted, captive to her body and arched by her mind ... I pretended ... but the consequences of this incandescent passion will certainly be disastrous. I have to pull myself together, I have to spare her this suffering, I have to save what I have left too ...
The sound of the water starting to flow under the shower brought Lucas out of his existential thoughts. He imagined Brooke all wet ...
LUCAS' THOUGHT : But there ... Once again, the only thing I think about is losing myself in her, getting drunk on her ...
In a quarter of a second, Lucas abandoned his resentments about all the sins he was committing. He was already so hard that he was no longer able to think rationally.
Brooke let the hot water that came out of the shower head flow over her naked body. She savored it and, above all, she was waiting for Lucas.
Lucas stepped forward and came face to face with Brooke's body in profile, the glass window of the shower did not hide her ... The drops of water that flowed and beaded on Brooke's body sublimated her. Lucas, captivated, enjoyed the show. Quickly impatient, he undressed while ogling Brooke in the shower. Brooke pretended not to notice him. A few moments later and without being asked, Brooke finally felt Lucas against her, his breath on her neck. She took care to move forward a little so that he could wet his body entirely, still against her. She remained with her back turned but moved her buttocks back to come and brush his already stiff member. She smiled.
LUCAS' THOUGHT : My God, what torture and what delight at the same time ...
His chest came to press itself more against Brooke's back his mouth nestled right against her ear. Lucas lifted Brooke's hair and placed kisses while nibbling her skin. One of his hands rested firmly on her hip and Brooke heard him whisper:
LUCAS : I don't know why but there is something in you that awakens my most primal instincts ...
Brooke felt his member rub and slide against her buttocks, then more frankly in the hollow of her crack.
LUCAS : Feel the state in which I am, the state in which you put me.
Lucas took Brooke's left breast in his hand, this breast of an incredible softness, so firm, so round, so heavy. Brooke's nipples were hard, filled with desires and urgent need. Their breathing accelerated quickly.
LUCAS : Let me wash you.
Lucas let go of Brooke's hip to grab the soap. He poured a small amount onto his palm and placed it on Brooke's shoulder. Slowly, he began to wash Brooke's back, going down her spine and back up from side to side. The suds slid over her skin. Brooke followed his movements and she felt them slide back down... Lucas watched the suds slide down and couldn't help but stare at Brooke's firm, rounded buttocks. His palm ventured to the base of Brooke's buttocks, then even lower, until he felt them, kneaded them, massaged them.
Brooke leaned her head back against Lucas' shoulder, her mouth ajar and her breathing heavy. Lucas quickly grabbed Brooke's mouth and kissed her passionately. The soap flooded the shower with its delicate scent... Lucas now grabbed both of Brooke's breasts with both hands, his tongue mixing passionately with hers.
Brooke began to rub and push her buttocks against him, enjoying feeling him swell even more with each movement. Feeling his desire in her back only increased hers at the same time. Her deliciously slippery hands now roamed her entire body then stopped around her waist. Brooke grabbed Lucas' right hand and made it go down... She guided it to her crotch. She spread her legs slightly to allow free and easy passage to her slit. She then let out a light sigh.
Lucas began to gently spread the soap, feeling Brooke's lips quiver under his fingers... Brooke's whole body reacted to push him towards the warmest and softest place of her intimacy which pulsed with desire. As best he could, Lucas tried to control himself so as not to insert a finger, or even two... He took intense pleasure in caressing Brooke but did not let the situation escape him despite his intense excitement. His hand skillfully overlapped Brooke's folds and his fingers passed and repassed on her clitoris. Brooke's pleasure skyrocketed. As Lucas pressed his hand against Brooke's sex, she turned to find herself facing him. Her wet hair brought out her intoxicated and hungry eyes and while taking a dose of soap...
BROOKE : My turn to wash you, now...