Challenge 496: Doubt Drabbles
fandom: Doubt
pairing: Sister Aloysius/Sister James
rating: PG-13
word count: 400 total, 100 each
summary: Picks up where the hotel drabbles left off. Sisters Aloysius and James call each other by their given names
“Ally.” Sister James repeated, savoring the way it felt to form the word. Her fingers slid through Aloysius’s light blonde hair. “Ally…”
Aloysius placed kisses reverently along Sister James’s lightly freckled collarbone.
“Jennifer.” Aloysius whispered back, burying her face in Sister James’s hair. “You are so beautiful.” She cupped the younger woman’s cheek and tilted toward her and captured her lips.
Sister James deepened the kiss. She wanted to memorize everything about the way the older woman tasted and smelled; what she felt like to kiss and caress. Back at the convent they would never get this amount of privacy.
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Aloysius’s fingers teased the strawberry blonde curls between Sister James’s legs. She sucked in a breath; she’d never been touched like this but already she craved more.
“Please, Ally.” She whispered, “please.”
Aloysius dipped two fingers into Sister James and used those two fingers to make tight circles over the younger woman’s clit.
Sister James bit her lip. The pleasure was intense and she felt a pressure building inside of her nearly immediately.
“Come for me, Jennifer.” Aloysius kissed her jaw softly.
“Ally!” Sister James gasped. She gripped the sheets until her knuckles went white, letting out a silent scream.
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It was literally another life ago that Sister James had been just Jennifer. Ever since the night that Sister James had spent the night with Sister Aloysius in Hempstead, when she’d invited Aloysius to call her by her given name, she felt like a girl again.
She felt a blush in her cheeks every time she remembered what it was like to hear Aloysius call her Jennifer. Every time she’d moaned Ally while Aloysius touched her was replayed in her dreams.
Sister James longed for another night. Another hour, even. The idea that that was it for them was unpalatable.
pairing: Sister Aloysius/Sister James
rating: PG-13
word count: 400 total, 100 each
summary: Picks up where the hotel drabbles left off. Sisters Aloysius and James call each other by their given names
“Ally.” Sister James repeated, savoring the way it felt to form the word. Her fingers slid through Aloysius’s light blonde hair. “Ally…”
Aloysius placed kisses reverently along Sister James’s lightly freckled collarbone.
“Jennifer.” Aloysius whispered back, burying her face in Sister James’s hair. “You are so beautiful.” She cupped the younger woman’s cheek and tilted toward her and captured her lips.
Sister James deepened the kiss. She wanted to memorize everything about the way the older woman tasted and smelled; what she felt like to kiss and caress. Back at the convent they would never get this amount of privacy.
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Aloysius’s fingers teased the strawberry blonde curls between Sister James’s legs. She sucked in a breath; she’d never been touched like this but already she craved more.
“Please, Ally.” She whispered, “please.”
Aloysius dipped two fingers into Sister James and used those two fingers to make tight circles over the younger woman’s clit.
Sister James bit her lip. The pleasure was intense and she felt a pressure building inside of her nearly immediately.
“Come for me, Jennifer.” Aloysius kissed her jaw softly.
“Ally!” Sister James gasped. She gripped the sheets until her knuckles went white, letting out a silent scream.
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It was literally another life ago that Sister James had been just Jennifer. Ever since the night that Sister James had spent the night with Sister Aloysius in Hempstead, when she’d invited Aloysius to call her by her given name, she felt like a girl again.
She felt a blush in her cheeks every time she remembered what it was like to hear Aloysius call her Jennifer. Every time she’d moaned Ally while Aloysius touched her was replayed in her dreams.
Sister James longed for another night. Another hour, even. The idea that that was it for them was unpalatable.