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Fingers danced over her stomach tracing the plains and valleys of her abdominal muscles. Eyes closed, Beatrice sighed, everywhere those extremely talented hands drifted they left a trail of fire in their wake, building up the hot pressure deep in her gut that begged for release.
"Talk to me, Bea. Tell me what you want." Though the voice was familiar, she had never heard it take on such a low, husky tone before, it stoked the heat in her belly further.
"Beatrice…"
Teeth grazed an area of skin just above the point of her hip, sinking into the soft flesh, the sting sending a jolt through her senses that quickly morphed into pleasure when a wet stroke of a tongue soothed the bite.
"Ava…" She could barely speak louder than a breathy moan, her eyes fluttered open to find the burning gaze of the younger woman currently resting her chin on Beatrice’s stomach.
"That's not answering my question." Ava smiled, pressing a hot open-mouthed kiss just below her navel, "What do you want?"
Blood rushed to Beatrice's face; she knew what she wanted…the only problem was how to ask.
"I…" Ava quirked an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue, but under the Halo bearer's intense gaze, she lost the ability to form sentences.
With a groan of embarrassment, Beatrice hid her burning face in her hands.
Ava was quiet for a moment before taking pity on her, "How about I take control, but you have to guide me once I get started...I want to hear you. Deal?"
Beatrice pulled her hands away from her face, meeting the dark brown eyes lingering at her hips. They were full of lust, actually all of Ava’s expression was, but there was also no pressure behind it. Beatrice knew if she said no, the Halo bearer would completely back off and that, that safety net, that offer of an out, was somehow as much of a turn on as everything else. So, the sister warrior took a shakey breath and nodded.
The younger woman's face split into a huge grin, "Alrighty then." She said, before sliding down the bed and disappearing under the covers.
Unable to see Ava anymore, she had to rely on feel and that…that was doing some very fun things to her insides. Especially when warm puffs of breath tickled at her inner thighs.
Ava shuffled a little lower, so she was now lying between Beatrice's legs. Fingers curled at the hem of her underwear, painstakingly peeling them down her legs. A soft giggle reached the sister warrior's ears from under the duvet as she wiggled enthusiastically to assist Ava in the removal of the article of clothing.
"Someone's keen…"
Beatrice flushed at the tease and opened her mouth to grumble a reply when a tongue licked a stripe from the inside of her knee to midway up her right thigh effectively stealing the air from her lungs.
"Oh…" Was the choked gasp that was all she could spill from her lips.
She felt Ava's mouth turn up at the edges against her skin as it continued its torturously slow path upwards. Beatrice managed to bite back the whine of impatience right up until the younger woman finally arrived where the sister warrior needed her most only to skip over to her left thigh.
"Ava…" Beatrice couldn't help the frustration lacing her tone.
"Okay, okay. Miss Impatient." The lump under the covers responded, quivering with a quiet chuckle.
Abruptly, Ava bit down hard enough to leave a mark right at the top of her right thigh, tantalizingly close to her center, before finally running her tongue through the taller woman’s folds. It was a broad, unspecific stroke, but still had Beatrice’s eyes rolling back and tore a strangled moan from her lips.
"Oh…God…"
Ava hummed, the vibration sending a wave of sensation through the sister warrior so strong that she nearly came right then and there.
"You taste so good, Bea" She moaned, and Beatrice couldn't help the buck of her hips in response.
Focusing in on Beatrice's clit, the younger woman drew quick little circles around the sensitive nerve endings with the tip of her tongue, varying the pressure and speed enough to have the sister warrior writhing on the mattress.
"Ava…please. Don't stop."
It was almost embarrassing how quickly the younger woman had brought her to the edge. Beatrice fisted her hands in the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, holding on for dear life.
It was when Ava took the sister warrior’s clit into her mouth and…sucked that she couldn’t hold back the climax any longer. Her orgasm coming down on her like a collapsing building (and she should know after blowing up the Vatican). It was both inevitable and unstoppable, giving Beatrice no choice but to succumb to it.
"Ava!"
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She woke with a gasp, heart throbbing in her chest.
Oh my God…Did I just?
A sex dream about….
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"Bea, are you okay? You were calling out in your sleep?"
The sister warrior practically threw herself off the bed when Ava, real Ava, placed a soothing hand on her forearm. Beatrice immediately felt a stab of guilt at the hurt on the younger woman's face when she yanked her arm away.
Cheeks flaming at the Halo bearer's confused and concerned expression, She lingered awkwardly beside the bed as she tried to think of a believable lie.
"I'm fine." She squeaked, "Just a nightmare."
"Oh…" Sitting up, Ava tilted her head, "About me?"
"What?" The sister warrior yelped, suddenly terrified that the younger woman was onto her.
"Was the nightmare about me? You kept crying out my name…" Ava was almost teary now, her hands twitched as she appeared to fight the impulse to comfort Beatrice.
Oh God, oh God.
She didn't think she could handle the younger woman touching her right now. Beatrice was too confused, her head spinning with what she had just experienced. She needed to get out of there, to put some distance between them. The sticky feeling between her legs only added to her flight instinct.
And then there was the way Ava was kneeling on the mattress, wearing just a slim fitting white tank top and the tightest sleep shorts Beatrice had ever seen while looking up at her with those big doe eyes and soft pouty lips...it was a truly unbearable sight with the state the sister warrior was in, not to mention leaving little to the imagination of the Halo bearer’s body.
Training is really paying off…No! God, what am I thinking! Not okay thoughts. Bad. Very bad.
Ava stayed quiet, waiting for her answer patiently. Completely oblivious to Beatrice's inner turmoil. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in worry and Beatrice's knees nearly buckled.
Right. I have to leave. Now.
"Ah yes…I mean, no. Um, I'm fine. I promise. I'm gonna go…" Ava made to reach towards her again, Beatrice scrambled backwards to avoid her hand, "...shower…I'm going to go shower."
The sister warrior turned and ran out of there, leaving Ava gaping at her retreating back.
"Wait, Bea…A shower? I thought we were training this morning?"