Shadows

Doubt

Lana shook her head in disbelief
"Kiss me? You want to kiss me?" Lana moved backwards until she collided with the headboard. The nun noded slowly.

"But sister, I already am over my sexual perversion, my treatment, it's really working."

"Oh we both know that's bullshit. You can't help it. And I tried to tell myself I could but I can't either." Lana's eyes widened. Either she hit her head really hard when she fell or a nun was coming on to her. A very demented nun at that. "It's this stupid girl she's ruined everything." Mary said angrily. But seemed to quickly shake out of it. "So, will you let me kiss you?" And she turned into pure sexual appeal again.

Lana considered the implications of actually going through with it. She couldn't deny Mary Eunice was hot. Lana had been crushing on her since she got to briarcliff. Still, she seemed quite off. Something was definitely wrong with her. And yet she seemed so intoxicating, her chest heaving, her lips turned into a playful smirk and her blue eyes (was that a golden spark) shining with mischief.

"Oh come on, you're taking too long, I'm giving you a last chance. I know you want me I've seen you staring at me. I've seen your thoughts, I can tell you undress me with your eyes and imagine what it would feel like to taste me." Lana blushed.

She leaned down slowly, their faces were now a hair apart. "So, what do you say?" She whispered. And that voice, god that voice did things to Lana. She could solve her questions later, right now, she couldn't take it, she brought her hands to the other woman's cheeks and pushed their lips together quickly. Kissing Mary was intoxicating. Her lips tasted wonderful and her hands were now holding her hips in place. The kiss was wet, passionate and bruising. It left Lana breathless very fast. They broke apart for air. Both women looked at each other for a moment, Mary on top of Lana, both women panting. Lana thought she saw something akin to fear in the nuns eyes for a second before they went back to their usual expression of defiance and mirth.

The blonde woman leaned down once more, this time to kiss the other woman softly. Lana was surprised the other woman was capable of this tenderness. When they broke apart Lana was sure this time that Mary looked positively terrified. Those furrowed brows and gorgeous pouty lips were the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness again.