The Exchange Student

The Gothic Quarter

Ava considered herself to be a peaceful person. She'd always avoid the conflicts if she could. There was little to no room for hatred in her heart. The only kind of anger she'd allowed herself to feel was towards, well, herself. It was her own eternal ongoing struggle.

So except for the deep emotional wound due to the loss of her parents and the bad habit of mulling over the past, Ava was rather a peaceful person. But sweet Lord did she hate mornings, and worse, morning people.

She'd be willing to go as far as manslaughter if it meant she could sleep until noon or destroy every single alarm clock left on this planet. So naturally, she'd get grumpy – at the very least – anytime someone, like JC for example, woke her up early on a weekend to "enjoy the outside world", which Ava's reply would be a loud caveman type groan and sometimes even a pillow shoved in that person's face.

But for some reason, when Beatrice did wake her up in the mornings, Ava found herself almost surprised at how little she cared. To be fair, JC tried to get her all dressed up to go out, while Beatrice would cuddle and kiss her, without forgetting the mind-blowing morning sex they'd had – overall much better than with JC, and the cherry on top is that she would always bring her some freshly bought pastries, and there aren't much things that Ava would chose over breakfast in bed. JC could've been ranked lower in her very objective annoyance list if only he'd go outside alone to then treat Ava with one of the greatest things Barcelona had to offer.

The day started very slowly, they spent as much time as possible in Ava's bed – who was cleverly stalling by giving Beatrice orgasms.

They had leftover noodles from last night for lunch, and then Beatrice had told Ava she had a surprise for her. Somehow, she had managed to even get Ava excited to go out on a Sunday.

*

They left the campus premises early in the afternoon. Beatrice had insisted on pushing the wheelchair, at least until they'd be outside of the gothic quarter of the city. Ava could handle herself on her own, but the cobblestone pavers on the pavements and streets made it pretty difficult for her to easily navigate the city.

"You wanted to go sightseeing ?" Ava asked teasingly, while Beatrice stopped in the middle of the road to inspect the girl in front of her.

"Yes. This is the cathedral of Barcelona. I just recently moved here and I haven't had the chance to visit the city, and I thought it could be a great date idea..." Beatrice rambling and being insecure about her decisions was the cutest thing.

Ava raised an eyebrow, she wanted to see how far Beatrice could continue until she'd understand that Ava was teasing her.

"Most people think that the cathedral of Barcelona is the Sagrada Família when in reality it's-" Ava couldn't hide her smile anymore, meanwhile Beatrice rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, pretending to be offended. "Oh, flip off..."

"Bea, I'm just messing with you," Ava turned to face Beatrice, widely smiling at her. "I haven't really been to this part of the city before either." Ava tilted her head to the side, eyes filled with affection. "It's an amazing idea."

With her sweet words, she obtained a shy smile from Beatrice, who leaned down to plant a delicate kiss on Ava's forehead, hesitant to reach for her lips, but eventually did after two intense seconds of thinking. Ava understood where that came from, considering the fact that they were standing in front of a religious building, not to say the fucking cathedral of Barcelona. And in front of a lot of people.

Ava naturally looked at her, half happy and half concerned, "Are gay religious people, like, accepted now ? Is that a thing ?" She realised how silly her questions were. "Sorry."