What You Are Is Beautiful

You're Being Weird

A/N mature content warning. ****** will be placed at the start and end.

Beatrice giggled beside Ava as she held a finger up to her lips to tell her to be quiet, but she could barely suppress her own laughter. "Shhhh," Ava shook out with laughter, "You're gonna wake up the others."

"Since when do you care?" Beatrice turned into her shoulder. Ava felt fire radiating out from that spot and through her body like a hot wire. She brushed it off and put her hands on Bea's shoulders as she tried to suffocate her own laughter.

"But," Ava started, trying to get the sentences out without another burst of laughter stopping her, "the way Father Vincent and Mother Superion would talk to one another. There has to be something else there."

Beatrice turned just a little more red. "What are you suggesting?"

Ava giggled again. "They had a life before this one. Do you think-," Ava laughed, "Do you think that they fucked each other?" She burst out laughing then.

"Oh Lord," Beatrice shook her head and scrunched up her nose in disgust. "But probably! Oh my God—Sorry God—I never thought of it that way. Ah and it makes sense! Ew! No!"

Ava was choking on her laughter now. She curled inward onto Beatrice and felt the other girl tense up and stop breathing. She pulled away to make eye contact with her.

"Dear God, go to sleep or get the fuck out with that kinda bullshit," Mary yelled from the other tent.

"I fucking told you," Ava squealed.

Beatrice laughed even louder causing Ava to do the same.

"Go to sleep. I swear on my mother's name that if you don't sleep right now, I will happily make you," Lilith barked.

Ava tried to sober herself by laying down, but Bea leaned over her and bent close to whisper to her.

"We can go to the river. Then we don't have to be quiet."

She already would've said yes, but something about her hot breathe on Ava's neck made her even more eager. She unzipped the tent and followed Beatrice out into the cold. She shivered and ducked back inside her tent to grab her sleeping bag and then began the walk to the river. Beatrice got too cold and insisted on unzipping the sleeping bag now. They draped it over each other's shoulders and held on tight to one another for warmth.

They continued with their night high discussions as they bounced down to the river together. Ava couldn't help but admire her beauty. Everything about Beatrice was gorgeous, even when they were camping as fugitives for who knows how long. "I wonder how many sticks she has shoved up there. I say one for every year she's been a nun. You all have sticks up your ass, no offense."

"None taken," Bea laughed. A moment of silence passed between them then. She waited for Ava to speak.

"I figured it out," Ava said more seriously.

"What did you figure out?"

"Why you're more or less nun-like than the others. Or I feel like I figured it out. I don't know, something about you just feels right. Like I love being around you and this is the closest I've ever been to a person ever. You're disciplined, but still fun and there's a lot more under you that makes you less nun-like but still radiates the humble-ness of it? I don't know how to say it. I just feel it." Ava stopped her rambling. She knew if she went on much longer, she would explode and gush out everything she had been feeling for the warrior.