Challenge 492: 4 Doubt Drabbles
fandom: Doubt
pairing: Sister Aloysius/Sister James
rating: PG-13
word count: 400 total, 100 each
summary: Sisters Aloysius and James go out of town to explore their relationship.
Sister Aloysius’s heart pounded so hard she thought she might pass out. She and Sister James had taken the train to Hempstead and had procured a hotel room.
Sister James had been silent for most of the trip. Most people paid the two nuns no mind and they certainly wouldn’t suspect that the pair had travelled to another city for the express purpose of spending the night together.
Aloysius set the keys down on the bureau and removed her wrap. “Do you still…” She let the question trail off, watched Sister James let her hair down, red waves cascading mesmerizingly.
**
Sister James stepped up to Aloysius, so close that the older woman could feel her body heat radiating. The young nun reached up and gently pulled Aloysius’s bonnet away from her hair and uncurled the tight bun. Aloysius’s once blonde hair was streaked with silver; it was thick and straight and Sister James fluffed the mass of hair playfully.
The simple act of standing in front of Sister James with her hair free and unbound had a profound calming effect on her.
Sister James pressed her lips to Aloysius’s. Aloysius wrapped her arms around Sister James, leaning into the embrace.
**
Nimble fingers undid heavy buttons deftly, the holy habit loosening and falling away from Aloysius’s frame. Soon the older nun was standing in only her underskirts.
“You are so beautiful.” Sister James whispered. She cupped her cheek, stroking her cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. “Sister, may I call you Aloysius?”
“You may call me Ally, if you wish.” Aloysius whispered back.
Sister James beamed. Aloysius felt her knees weaken under the warmth of the smile. “And you may call me Jennifer.”
Aloysius captured Sister James’s lips, her tongue shyly testing her boundaries and Sister James offered no resistance.
**
All the garments lay in a heap on the floor of the modest hotel room and the two women lay entwined on the bed.
Aloysius’s fingers trailed lazy patterns over taut, freckled skin. Sister James shivered under the contact. Her hands cupped the older woman’s breast, absently teasing her nipple.
They kissed and touched and explored each other’s bodies boldly. Here in this hotel, they were Ally and Jennifer. Stripped out of their habits, they were no longer sisters who were breaking their vows. Tomorrow things would be difficult again but today they didn’t have a care in the world.
pairing: Sister Aloysius/Sister James
rating: PG-13
word count: 400 total, 100 each
summary: Sisters Aloysius and James go out of town to explore their relationship.
Sister Aloysius’s heart pounded so hard she thought she might pass out. She and Sister James had taken the train to Hempstead and had procured a hotel room.
Sister James had been silent for most of the trip. Most people paid the two nuns no mind and they certainly wouldn’t suspect that the pair had travelled to another city for the express purpose of spending the night together.
Aloysius set the keys down on the bureau and removed her wrap. “Do you still…” She let the question trail off, watched Sister James let her hair down, red waves cascading mesmerizingly.
**
Sister James stepped up to Aloysius, so close that the older woman could feel her body heat radiating. The young nun reached up and gently pulled Aloysius’s bonnet away from her hair and uncurled the tight bun. Aloysius’s once blonde hair was streaked with silver; it was thick and straight and Sister James fluffed the mass of hair playfully.
The simple act of standing in front of Sister James with her hair free and unbound had a profound calming effect on her.
Sister James pressed her lips to Aloysius’s. Aloysius wrapped her arms around Sister James, leaning into the embrace.
**
Nimble fingers undid heavy buttons deftly, the holy habit loosening and falling away from Aloysius’s frame. Soon the older nun was standing in only her underskirts.
“You are so beautiful.” Sister James whispered. She cupped her cheek, stroking her cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. “Sister, may I call you Aloysius?”
“You may call me Ally, if you wish.” Aloysius whispered back.
Sister James beamed. Aloysius felt her knees weaken under the warmth of the smile. “And you may call me Jennifer.”
Aloysius captured Sister James’s lips, her tongue shyly testing her boundaries and Sister James offered no resistance.
**
All the garments lay in a heap on the floor of the modest hotel room and the two women lay entwined on the bed.
Aloysius’s fingers trailed lazy patterns over taut, freckled skin. Sister James shivered under the contact. Her hands cupped the older woman’s breast, absently teasing her nipple.
They kissed and touched and explored each other’s bodies boldly. Here in this hotel, they were Ally and Jennifer. Stripped out of their habits, they were no longer sisters who were breaking their vows. Tomorrow things would be difficult again but today they didn’t have a care in the world.