warrior nun, ava silva/sister beatrice, M, chapter 8/10
Beatrice wakes up to the sliver of light from the cracked door faded and cool, a telltale promise of the impending sunset. Her mouth is dry, her eyes gummy, but there’s a warmth in her stomach she can’t place immediately as she unwraps herself from the pillow she’d curled around and rolls onto her back, blinking up at her ceiling sleepily. It comes back slowly, the way she’d burst out with a confession that should’ve driven Ava away but had instead dragged her closer, the way Ava had kissed her and told her she wants her, the way Ava had set aside her own self-proclaimed want so that she could tuck Beatrice into bed to catch up on sleep. The warmth in her stomach bubbles up into her chest, her throat, spreads along her cheeks. Ava likes her. Ava wants her, wants everything Beatrice does, wants the sex and the romance and the next steps forward with her.
