Lucky Shot (A Warrior Nun Story)

The Girl I'd Die For

New Message: Lilith

Meeting at 09:30 in the living room. Superion is ready to lay out the details.

Be on time

—Lilith

Beatrice groaned, already regretting haven accepted the burner cell phone from Lilith the night before.

She had woken up with a weight on her chest. She was dreading their inevitable interaction with Adriel and Duretti, of course, but this weight was a literal kind of weight on her chest rather than the psychosomatic kind.

At some point it seemed that Ava had repositioned herself from the spooning position they had fallen asleep in, her head and half of her upper body now resting delicately on Beatrice's chest.

She watched Ava sleep for a moment, subconsciously timing the intervals between each inhale and exhale. She brought her hand up and gently tangled it into Ava's tussled locks, starting a soothing pace of scratching and massaging that began to draw small groans from Ava's open (and drooling) mouth.

Beatrice smiled when Ava lifted her head from her chest, her eyes blinking and squinting in an attempt to adjust to the offending light streaming in from the window above their bed. After a moment, Ava groaned in defeat before dropping her head back onto Beatrice's chest with a tired sight.

"Good morning, darling." Beatrice giggled, applying a bit more pressure to her massaging on Ava's head, her chest warming up at the small groans and moans of approval Ava let out in response.

"Too early. Back to sleep." Ava managed to get out before wrapping her arm more firmly around Beatrice's waist and snuggling her head deeper into her girlfriend's chest.

Beatrice laughed again before bringing her hand down to tickle Ava's side. Ava responded almost immediately by shooting up from Beatrice's chest with a squeal before twisting her body in an attempt to get away, resulting in her not-so-glamorous tumble off of the bed and onto the cold wooden floor below.

"Fuck!" Ava screeched. Beatrice turned onto her stomach to look at Ava over the side of the bed, trying her hardest to suppress the laugh bubbling in her throat at seeing Ava sitting on the floor rubbing her ass with a sour pour on her face.

"Bea! You could've killed me! And so early in the morning, too!" Ava groaned, pulling herself off the floor to stand by the edge of the bed with her hands on her hips.

This time Beatrice couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips.

"First of all, it's a quarter past nine in the morning. Secondly..." Beatrice started, swinging her legs around to sit up before pulling Ava in between them, the pout on her girlfriend's face disappearing quickly as she threw her arms around Beatrice's neck, "I doubt that you would've died from a fall that couldn't be more than three feet." Beatrice finished, giving Ava a soft kiss on her patiently waiting lips.

Ava fell into the kiss for a moment, her lips molding effortlessly with Beatrice's as if they'd been doing this for years. Suddenly, much to Beatrice's dismay, Ava pulled back, her eyes narrowing with accusation at Beatrice.

"Admit that I could've died and that you'll never wake me up with anything more sudden than morning head for the rest of our lives." Ava said, her face remaining stoic despite the clear teasing around the edges of her voice.

Beatrice smiled, her cheeks heating slightly at Ava's subtle request for morning head in the future.

"Fine, you could've died. Happy?" Beatrice asked, her arms coming around to hold Ava by her waist as a mischievous grin took over her girlfriend's face.