The Seven Deadly Sins. Bananun Prompts.

The One With the Jealousy.

“I just think it’s so admirable, Monsignor, all you do for these poor souls. I mean, good heavens, where would they be without you? You’re their shining beacon of hope, a God sent!”
    Lana was sure her disgust with the nun’s praise upon the Monsignor was more than a little obvious, her disgruntled features scrunched up, having to will her eyes away so as not to catch herself watching as the tall blonde’s hands reached for black cloth adorned shoulders in all of her words of admiration.

    “I truly am blessed to witness such honest work. In all truth, you’ve become somewhat of a beacon for my own hopes, Monsignor. Sometimes I—- Sometimes I wonder if I’m cut out for God’s work, but anytime I doubt myself, I take one look at you, all the good work you’ve done for these patients. You truly are an inspiration.” Rosy-pink lips pursed, cerulean marbles of the nun’s eyes intent on the man, eagerly feeding off of the envy that was practically flowing through the air each time she caught Lana’s eyes over her shoulder.
   “Sister, please.” a humble breath, Monsignor Timothy Howard’s smile as soft as his words. “I am simply doing the work I was put on this earth to do. I deserve no praise. Praise God, for he is the one to so divinely appoint me the power to do so.”
   Bullshit. This was utter bullshit. Lana’s disinterested look soon turned to a pout, unamused and all the more pissed at the nun who was so clearly flirting with the father to get a rise out of her. She wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, wouldn’t grant her the pleasure of knowing she could have that effect on her.
   “I hope to one day be as wise as you, Monsignor.” Coy, oh so coy, was that raspy little voice she’d grown to hate just about as much as she loved it. She wanted so badly to strut over there and interrupt their little conversation, maybe even point a firm finger into Mary Eunice’s chest to really get whatever words she found across. She sat still, of course, legs poised in a tight cross as she waited for their stupid social interaction to run it’s course.
   “All in good time, Sister. All in good time.”
And oh, praise God, he gave the blonde a pat on the shoulder and was off; who gave a damn where he went, at least he was gone. Lana let out a breath she wasn’t aware she’d been holding, tense legs loosening slightly as her shaky fingers reached for a cigarette, raising it to her lips. Damn, she didn’t have a lighter—-
   “Need a light, Miss Winters?” There was that voice again, a little too close to her ear for comfort, dainty pale fingers all for a quick flick before one sparked match was offered to Lana’s unlit cigarette.
   “Thank you, Sister.”
   “Don’t mention it, Lana.” Her voice was honey as she spoke her name, making the patient wince slightly before she soothed herself with a quick pull from her cigarette. The dense smoke burned, sure, but not as much as sitting by as the blonde she had so readily claimed in her mind flirted with her mentor—- no, that burned just a little bit more. “I trust you’ll call me if you need anything else?”
  “Don’t leave yet—-” words left the brunette’s lips before she could stop herself, setting her burning cigarette down into the ashtray. She knew why she’d said it, sure—- but she wasn’t about to reprimand the nun for her social stunt, no matter how clear her intentions were.
  “You wish to speak with me, Miss Winters?”
I’ll do more than speak with you.
    “Yes.” It was admittedly a weak reply, all force having gone into her previous words, the same words that had kept the nun back. “Is there—- somewhere we could go to talk in… private?”

    “Fuck you.” a breath, a whisper, plump lips connecting with the ivory skin just beneath loose blonde locks. She’d never tire of the taste Mary Eunice’s skin held, always so pure and so sweet despite the contrasting actions of the nun at times. Even with the beads of salty sweat that dotted her skin, she maintained such a captivating scent— of roses, sin, and broken promises. Part of Lana wondered if she’d always been that way, if she’d always been a barrage of good and evil to starved senses. How could someone taste so sweet but smell of sex and lust and sin? She wouldn’t complain, her eager lips were lapping it up all the same.
   “That’s no way to ask for it, Lana.” Mary Eunice’s voice was almost a chuckle, a giggle, as if Lana’s words were anywhere near humorous or meant to be taken as a joke. It earned a brief bite on one sharp collarbone, which made the nun hiss. A light smack was administered to Lana’s bare arm. “Bad girl.”
   “You know I don’t ask.” The mark her bite left behind was soon soothed over with a seemingly expert tongue, working her way up the porcelain complexion of her neck to suck there instead. “I see what I want, and Itake.”
   “Then what’s taking so long?” Was that desperation laced somewhere deep within an otherwise demanding voice? Was she asking for more? 
   “This is punishment.” Lana’s fingers found the edge of a deep red slip, shimmying up under the silky fabric to pinch at a thigh. “I’d say you’re pretty deserving.” Lana wasn’t at all surprised to find that save for the slip, Mary Eunice wasn’t wearing much else. Fingertips met a sensitive nub, making tight, quick circles against her clit. For now, this was all the nun would get. 
  “Mh, and what did I do to deserve such a thing?” The falsely innocent nun asked, blue eyes swirling with a darker hue before they fluttered closed, head full of locks of golden blonde hair falling back against the stone walls.
  “You know damn well.” Another sharp circle against the blonde’s sensitivity, one that made the nun’s hips buck inward.
   “I’d say I’m sorry, but if it gets me this—- I’m not.”
   “I admire your honesty.” Just as quickly as she had gotten the nun out of her habit in the first place, she let her fingers slip lower to tease at an already welcomingly wet entrance. “You just feed of my jealousy, don’t you?”
    “I feed off your sin, Lana.” She said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, bottom lip soon tugged between pearly white teeth, hips already searching for a motion against teasing fingers. “Please? Is that what you want to hear? You want me to beg? Christ, Lana—- just fuck mealready.” It was clear, the Nun had no patience. 
    Long fingers soon plunged into Mary Eunice’s heat, quick to find a swift motion of in and outs, fingers curling each time they’d gone just about as far as they could go. The hand that wasn’t fucking the nun with everything she could muster was soon gripping at a bare shoulder, keeping her up and pressed to the cold wall so that her motions would be well recieved.
    “Oh, fuck—-” blue eyes snapped open, meeting lusty brown ones as the nun’s lips fell open in a ragged pant, dark brows furrowed as she looked to her. Her legs were practically quivering the longer Lana’s fingers so mercilessly pumped in and out of her, hands coming up to grip at the base of Lana’s neck and her shoulder in a means of steadying herself. She knew she wouldn’t take long; she never did. The poor little nun’s body whom she’s taken over was so starved for sexual contact, each little touch nearly sent her reeling every time.
   “You about to—-?” Lana’s words were surprisingly caring despite their little lover’s spat from before, brown hues searching her face to gauge how far along she was now. “You know the deal, I wanna hear you say my name when you do it…”
   Mary Eunice nodded a few quick nods, blue eyes screwing shut once again as a strangled whimper left her lips, gripping tighter against the older brunette the closer she got to orgasm. “Fuck, oh fuck, Lana—-” She hummed, the heavy rolling of her hips down against the patient’s hand enough of an indicator of her impending orgasm to inspire the brunette to claim parted rose lips in a heavy kiss, letting out her own quiet moan against eager lips.
    Just as soon as it had begun, it was over, walls spasming around still fast working fingers as Lana brought her lover crashing down from an intense climax, lips never leaving hers as she rode it out.
    As much as she hated when the nun teased her by flirting with others, she’d always just as happily remind Mary Eunice who it was that was making her come each time afterward. Needless to say, it wouldn’t be the last time the blonde used someone else as a means of getting Lana’s attention.