Secrets And Sins Part 3: Happy ever after

Chapter 80

***Again, I'm sorry for the delay... there is only a chapter or two left of this fic and I'm taking my time to get it right.

Enjoy <3***

~Beatrice~

Breathing a little hard, Ava let go of her on the last note of the song, grinning from ear to ear. They had been dancing for a while now, and despite Ava's grin, Beatrice could see by the way she stood her feet were hurting. The elegant ivory heels weren't really designed for this much physicality. However, she also knew that Ava wasn't ready to stop yet, so when the opening lines of the next, thankfully much slower, song began to play, she dropped into a deep, ridiculously extravagant bow, offering her hand.

"May I have this dance?"

Ava giggled like a schoolgirl with a crush. Her face was flushed with exertion but her eyes shined all the same. She was absolutely breath-taking, even when she tried to curtsy and her dress caught under her foot so it came out more like an awkward squat.

She took Beatrice's hand.

"You may."

She pulled her close, Ava's head coming to rest in her favorite spot at the crook of Beatrice's neck, and they swayed gently to the rhythm.

Feeling the length of Ava's warm body pressed against her own, Beatrice all but melted, she couldn't remember a time when she was this happy. Here she was dancing with the most beautiful woman in the world after officially, and finally, making said woman her wife.

It was moments like these she wished she could go back in time and visit that girl. The one that sat alone in her room, terrified and ashamed, after her parents had caught her kissing another girl, and tell her that one day everything would be okay. Ava nuzzled her face deeper into the warmth of Beatrice's neck and Beatrice tightened her hold just slightly. If only that girl knew she was getting the whole world.

She felt Ava take a shaky breath, a hint of wetness against her skin where Ava's closed eyes were buried into her neck.

"Are you alright, my love?" Beatrice whispered softly, fingertips stroking Ava's shuddering back. Ava lifted her head slowly, golden ringed eyes wet with tears.

"More than," Ava replied just as quietly, giving her a slightly watery grin. "I'm just so fucking happy to be here."

Beatrice knew, she understood. "Me too." She smiled that special smile, the one reserved only for Ava, and Ava's expression grew more intense, like she was looking into her very soul.

"You're doing it again..." Beatrice tried to chuckle. She didn't think she would ever get used to Ava seeing every part of her, knowing her so completely, and loving her regardless.

Ava blinked, adorably confused. "What?"

"Staring at me..." blush spread up Beatrice's neck, coloring her cheeks, "like that."

"Oh," Ava's hands gripped Beatrice's waist under her unbuttoned suit jacket, "does it make you uncomfortable? Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?"

"I..." Beatrice didn't know where this was going but she could sense a change in the atmosphere between them.

"Do you want to know how beautiful I think you are? How excited I am to start a life with you?" Ava's grin turned into something a little darker as she lowered her voice. "Or do you want to know how I'm picturing you fucking me with the strap tonight, pounding me into the mattress while I scream your name so the whole damn convent can hear that I'm yours?"