Secrets and Sins Part 2: Finding Mary

Chapter 8

~Beatrice~

"What do I get in return for keeping this secret? Hmmm?"

Ava gaped at her for a moment, probably surprised by her being so easygoing about the Halo blasting a hole in the wall, before placing a hand on her chest pushing her firmly backwards. The sister warrior allowed it, lying back on the old familiar bed, heart pounding as Ava hovered above her.

"I love you Bea." The Halo bearer whispered.

Beatrice smiled up at the younger woman, "I love you too, darling."

Ava grinned, sitting up and straddling the taller woman’s waist so she could pull her shirt up over her head, leaving the Halo bearer in just her bra. Beatrice couldn’t stop her hands from moving to the newly exposed skin, fingertips tracing the edges of Ava’s ribs before settling on her hips, tugging gently to bring the other woman down into a passionate kiss.
Beatrice moaned as the Halo bearer’s knee slipped in between her thighs, the pressure making her head spin. Ava chuckled against her lips, hooking her fingers under the hem of the sister warrior’s thermal before sliding it up her torso. Beatrice lifted her shoulders slightly off the bed to allow Ava to completely remove it, not realizing the movement would make her abdominal muscles stand out in stark relief.

The Halo bearer glanced down with an odd expression.

“Holy shit…” Ava muttered.

“Hmmm?” Beatrice questioned, feeling a little insecure. The younger woman had frozen in place, eyes fixated on her stomach.

Ava looked up, golden ringed irises shining in the dimly lit bedroom, her face flushed red, “I just remembered how amazing your body is…” She whispered, trailing her fingers lightly across the planes and ridges of the sister warrior’s torso.

“Oh?” Beatrice replied just as quietly and a little disbelieving, feeling blood rushing to her cheeks.

The Halo bearer leaned down until her lips were merely centimeters away from Beatrice’s.

Ava held her eye contact, “You. Are. Stunning.” She punctuated each word with a gentle peck to the sister warrior's mouth.
“I can’t get enough of you…” She breathed, almost more to herself than the the taller woman and bit down on the kiss-swollen bottom lip in front of her.

“Fuck.” Beatrice swore as Ava tugged sharply, causing a jolt of arousal to shoot southwards.

~Ava~

“Tsk, tsk. 5 francs for the swear jar…” The Halo bearer giggled, dragging her mouth down the column of the sister warrior’s throat.

Despite Ava’s distracting ministrations, Bea managed to lift her hands up to behind the Halo bearer’s back, undoing her bra.

The younger woman lifted her head from where she was trying to worship every square inch of the sister warrior's skin and smirked, raising a cocky eyebrow, “Am I going too slow for you Bea?”

Bea opened her mouth to reply but all that came out was a whimper, the Halo bearer had pushed her knee up into her more firmly, she nodded quickly.

Ava drew back up to the sister warrior’s mouth to kiss her deeply before moving over to Bea’s ear, “How do you want me?” The hot breath made the taller woman shiver.

“...hands…”

Ava grinned, “Yes ma’am.” She chirped, grin growing wider when she felt Bea's hips buck against her leg.

Hmm so being called ma’am is a turn on, I’ll file that away for later…

Shifting so her body was beside the sister warrior rather than on top, Ava captured Bea’s mouth once again in a feverish kiss, all teeth and tongues. She moved her right hand down to the fly of the sister warrior’s jeans, making short work of getting them undone and, with Bea's help, off, throwing them onto the pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

“Bra off.” Ava grunted into Bea’s mouth, feeling a little impatient herself now. She wanted the intoxicating feeling of the entirety of the sister warrior’s naked body pressing against her own.

Bea complied, reaching back to unclasp her bra, adding it to the pile. Ava hummed happily, breaking the kiss and tipping her head down to take a nipple into her mouth instead, smiling when she heard her name cried out above her. Stroking her fingers down Bea’s stomach, Ava took her time to map out the shape of each muscle, that is until a desperate hand grabbed her own and pushed it down.

“Avaaa...” The sister warrior whined.

Ava smirked into the soft skin in front of her before sinking her hand down through the slickness between Bea’s thighs. The sister warrior moaned softly with relief, rolling her hips with the motion of Ava’s fingers.

“Faster…please…” The sister warrior managed to pant out, her hand gripping Ava's shoulder tightly.

The Halo bearer obeyed, feeling Bea’s movements growing messier. Pulling away from the other woman's breast, Ava scooted up the bed so she could see her lover’s face.

“Hey…” She started softly.
“Can you open your eyes for me baby?”

Ava beamed when Bea’s eyes opened, slowly, almost lazily, pupils completely blown out with arousal, “There you are.”

“Do you want me inside?” Ava asked gently, Bea nodded her reply.
“Okay, but you have to keep your eyes open…I want to watch you.” Another nod.

The Halo bearer carefully pushed her index and middle finger into the sister warrior, searching Bea’s face for any signs of discomfort. There was nothing but ecstasy. Thrusting into the other woman was a divine experience, feeling the inner walls relax and tense around her before beginning to flutter as Bea reached the edge.

Ava curled her fingers, looking for the sweet spot, which she definitely found if the long moan that ripped from Bea’s throat was anything to go by. Nails bit sharply into her shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. Ava felt the sister warrior’s body grow rigid as she came apart underneath her.

“Good enough to keep the secret?” Ava grinned, carding her fingers through Bea’s hair as they lay together bathing in the post orgasmic glow.

The sister warrior hummed softly, eyes closed, her head resting on Ava’s shoulder.
“More than…you’ll have to help me patch it, though. The OCS accountants read receipts and will tell Mother Superior if we hire a builder…” Bea murmured sleepily.

“Are you telling me I get to see you doing DIY…that’s so hot…” Ava trailed off, several images coming into her head.
“Wait, do you have a tool belt? Tell me there’s a tool belt.”

Bea chuckled, “You get to help me do DIY. And yes I do have a tool belt.” The sister warrior reddened a little at the second sentence.

“Fuck yes!”

~Beatrice~

"Can you hand me the level?" Beatrice asked, sticking a hand behind her palm up.

Nothing happened. Counting in her head to thirty, the sister warrior eventually sighed.

"Ava I swear to God if I turn around and you're staring at my arse again…" Beatrice grumbled, turning towards the Halo bearer.

Ava's eyes snapped up to the taller woman's face, blushing furiously.

"Sorry…I got…distracted?" She muttered guiltily.

"If you can't help me by at least handing me shit, then maybe you need to go wait in the kitchen…?" Beatrice started, unable to hide the frustration in her tone.

"Ava!" She growled, noticing the Halo bearer’s eyes beginning to travel down once again.

This had happened multiple times since they had begun fixing the wall. At first the sister warrior was flattered, surprised that her white tank top and dark blue jeans adorned with a hefty tool belt seem to do it for Ava. But, after the sixth time, it was getting old, the younger woman was supposed to be assisting her but was starting to become a hindrance instead. Beatrice didn’t really need to wear the tool belt, but the Halo bearer’s devastated expression when she had started telling her as much had convinced the sister warrior she needed to, or else she might just break the younger woman’s heart.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm gonna just go over there." The Halo bearer murmured, pointing her thumb over her shoulder and shuffling backwards towards their bedroom, dragging her gaze away from Beatrice with great difficulty.

~

“All done.” Beatrice announced proudly, admiring the newly patched wall, all it needed was a lick of paint and no one would know about Ava's literally explosive orgasm.

Not a bad job if I don’t say so myself.

A quiet snore answered her. Poking her head around the edge of the bedroom door, Beatrice smiled, Ava was fast asleep sprawled across the entire bed. She decided to leave the younger woman to sleep, Beatrice wasn’t surprised the Halo bearer was tired after their rather…physical…evening yesterday. Heading into the kitchen, she unclipped and dropped the toolbelt on the table before clicking on the kettle to boil. The sister warrior grabbed her book and prepared to settle in for a quiet morning of reading.

She had just finished her second cup of tea when a yelp and a loud thud from the bedroom compelled her to lift her head from the penultimate pages of the crime novel she had been engrossed in.

“Ava?” Beatrice called out, concerned, putting the book and mug down on the coffee table.

About to stand up to check on the other woman, Beatrice froze. Ava staggered out into the living room, head bowed, panting, she was winged again. The feathery appendages flailed around behind the Halo bearer with each step, getting awkwardly wedged in the doorway for a moment before Ava managed to pull them free.

“I saw her again...” She gasped out, her golden ringed eyes rising to meet the sister warrior’s.

Bloody hell...

“Ava! What happened to your face?” Beatrice asked in horror, the younger woman’s nose was most definitely broken, blood dripping down her chin.

Raising her hand to her nose, Ava gazed with surprise down at her blood stained hand, “huh...weird…” and then she fainted.