Lucky Shot (A Warrior Nun Story)

The Girl Who Loves Me

Waking up to someone pounding on the bedroom door was not the fairy-tale wake up call that Beatrice imagined after having sex with Ava. But, then again, her life had rarely ever mirrored the typical tropes and themes from the steamy movies and shows she used to sneak into her parent's living room late at night to watch.

She rolled over on the bed coming face to face with a still sleeping Ava. Beatrice allowed herself a moment to admire the sleepy form next to her. Her face was soft and slack—an indication of her deep sleep—her mouth was slightly opened and a soft snore was escaping her lips with every breath. Beatrice felt a warmth spreading through her chest at the sight of the woman and was about to reach out to touch her porcelain cheek when another round of loud knocking rang out from the door.

Beatrice shot up in bed this time, suddenly becoming more concerned about the fact that someone was on the other side of Ava's door (their door? No, too soon) knocking like their life depended on it. Beatrice had admittedly become a bit fuzzy brained following the past day or so she spent with Ava and had put her concerns regarding The Order, and her less than conventional exit from it, in the rear view.

Now, all of those worries and fears were tumbling back into the forefront of her mind as she slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Ava, before starting to make her way towards the bedroom door. As she did so, Beatrice prepared for the worst. She imagined opening the door and finding a supremely pissed off Superion standing on the other side. She could see half a dozen recruits all storming into the room and taking herself and Ava into custody. Beatrice became angry at the thought and steeled her emotions inside herself before grabbing the doorknob and throwing the door open, quickly getting into a fighting stance in preparation of a showdown.

She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight that greeted her instead. Mary was standing there, her hand floating in the air balled into a fist, clearly in preparation for more knocking, and an all-knowing, shit-eating grin smeared across her face. Beatrice relaxed and loosened her tense muscles, all while avoiding eye contact with the woman standing in front of her.

"Mary, hi. Sorry, I thought you could've been someone else." Beatrice said, still refusing to make eye contact and looking around Ava's room for nothing in particular.

Mary didn't respond at first, though Beatrice could hear her huff a breath out of her nose, a tell-tale sign of repressed laughter.

"Still worried that they'll come looking for you, Major Tom?" Mary asked, laughing breathily at her continued use of Beatrice's least preferred nickname.

"It's not really an 'if', but a 'when', Mary." Beatrice spoke, a bit harsher than she had intended, though she couldn't pretend that hearing Mary brush aside one of her biggest concerns hadn't made her a tad bit annoyed. Mary raised her eyebrows suspiciously causing Beatrice to shake her head and divert eye contact again.

"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting a knock. Is everything okay?" Beatrice said, deciding that it would be best to let sleeping dogs lie rather than pissing off her girlf—Ava's friend.

Mary smirked, "I was coming to let Ava know that our new houseguest wasn't on the couch when I woke up, but it seems that she's well aware of that." Mary said, giving Beatrice a quick look up and down followed by a sudden jerk of her gaze to the bed behind Beatrice.

Beatrice blushed deeply before slowly turning her own head to look behind her as well. Ava was still sleeping soundly on her side of the bed, blissfully unaware of the mortifying experience Beatrice found herself in. She got lost in the moment for a second; finding herself once more being drawn in by Ava's sleeping form and wishing she had stayed in bed and let Mary break the door down trying to get in.