warnings: nsfw and that’s all!
summary: no strings attached doesn’t seem mean what it used to…aka the one where mary eunice wants to use lana for sex and ends up growing a little too fond of the inmate.
a/n: this story line was originally promoted to @raulsonsin but they didn’t take it and they offered it up for grabs so i took it like the greedy whore i am. i hope i didn’t fuck it up
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Lana can’t help but think that if she hears Dominique one more time she’s going to smash the record.
The reporter turned inmate lies on the ragged, worn couch in the common room of Briarcliff Manor. Her body is weighed down with exhaustion and her half closed eyes allow her to drop in and out of sleep. The ever present sound of Dominique blares through the room, not letting her fall into a true deep sleep.
Lana’s attention is caught for a moment when she hears the heavy wooden doors from the staff housing to the common room swing open. She watches Sister Mary Eunice walk into the common room, a smirk on her face and a sway in her hips. Sighing, Lana closes her eyes again, deciding not to concern herself with nun’s newly developed confidence.
Just as Lana had begun to drift off again, she’s awoken by a soft whisper. “Miss Winters.” The inmate opens her eyes to find Mary Eunice inches from her face, a look of mock concern on her face. “Are we a bit tired?” Lana can’t help but feel being this close to the nun is wrong, and she makes an attempt to scoot back.
The inmate may have very little energy left, but she’s never one to miss an opportunity to throw in a little jab. “Being forced to throw up any food you’ve been given to eat tends to do that to a person.” She says snarkily.
“Well,” Mary begins, a smile filled with facetious warmth on her lips. “If you’re this tired I’m sure the guards will allow me to take you back to your cell.” Lana studies the nun, wondering silently what kind of ulterior motive is hidden behind these words. This Mary Eunice is not the Mary Eunice Lana met her first day at Briarcliff. The Mary Eunice who was scolded for not knocking and felt terribly guilty for not doing so. This is almost a completely different person, and Lana can’t put her finger on what must have happened. “Something wrong, Miss Winters?”
Despite her nervousness this could be some ploy by Mary, the constant loop of Dominique is driving her absolutely insane and she would much prefer to be alone in her cell. So she just shakes her head and goes to stand up. Mary reaches out and grips the inmate’s arm, helping her to her feet. Lana quickly pulls her arm away, readjusting her cardigan and walking towards the doors leading to the inmate cells. She flinches slightly when she feels Mary Eunice’s hand rest on her upper back, guiding her towards her cell. The nun steps forward and unlocks the door, pulling it open and letting Lana inside. Lana assumes Mary will simply relock the door and leave, but she steps inside herself. The door clicks shut and the blonde locks it from inside the cell.
“What are you doing, Sister?” Lana asks in a rough whisper. Mary Eunice doesn’t answer. She does, however, throw the keys to the ground and proceed to slip her coif and habit off. Lana watches in a mix of horror and involuntary lust as the nun steps closer to her, a devilish grin playing on her face. The inmate begins backing up in a fruitless attempt to escape Mary, but the nun is too quick. She rushes forward in a blur of motion and her hands grip the brunette’s shoulders, pushing her. Lana’s back slams against the cold wall of her cell, her head rocking back and hitting hard against it. Her eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of wet lips on her neck. “Mary.” She says in a breathy moan, the name slipping out without Lana really meaning to say it. The nun smirks when she hears her name, continuing after to suck harshly on the inmate’s pale and already bruised skin. “M-Mary, Mary stop.” Lana pushes the blonde away with as much force as she can muster.
Mary Eunice gives her a look of disappointment. “Come on now, Lana.” That’s the first time the nun had ever referred to her by her first name, and Lana is taken aback by it. “Don’t you miss the feeling of desire? It’s been a long time since you felt a woman,” Mary moves forward again, her forehead resting against Lana’s, rolling her hips against the woman opposite her’s. “against you.” The nun’s lips pepper kisses up the inmate’s jawline to just under her ear. “Or inside you.” The words send hot breath onto Lana’s skin and she feels a shiver run up her back. Mary nips gently at the brunette’s earlobe before stepping back. “But it’s entirely your choice, Miss Winters.”
Lana locks eyes with Mary Eunice, her chest heaving at a rapid pace, her breathing ragged. The utter oddness of the situation barely registers in her lust clouded mind. All she knows is yes, it has been a long time since she has been with a woman, and she wants Mary to change that right now. In a flash of a moment Lana makes the decision to let this happen. She pulls Mary Eunice to her, closer, closer, and closer still. Their bodies and lips slam together. Lana tangles her fingers roughly into Mary’s hair, her blunt fingernails digging into the blonde’s scalp.
Mary begins to work Lana’s clothes off, not breaking the kiss to pull her cardigan away. Lana is about to pull away simply to take her gown off, but Mary Eunice shakes her head. With a force Lana couldn’t have imagined the once docile nun had, she rips the blue gown down the front, tearing it off the inmate and tossing it away. One hand pulls down the strap of Lana’s bra and begins to tweak at her exposed nipple and the other travels south, fingernails raking along the pale skin of the inmate’s stomach. The nun places two fingers along the fabric of Lana’s underwear, feeling the desire pooling and soaking through it. She begins to rub very slowly, extending and curling her fingers at a snail’s pace.
The inmate whimpers softly, wanting so much more than just a bit of teasing. Mary pulls her fingers away quickly, grabbing the band of Lana’s underwear and snapping it harshly against the brunette’s waist. Lana gasps quietly, looking down to where the nun’s hand is and then back up to her face. “Please, Mary.” She whispers, almost panting.
“Because you asked nicely.” The nun purrs, pulling Lana over to the bed. The inmate ends up on top of Mary Eunice for a brief moment before Mary rolls so she’s back in control.
“You know I could give you a little pleasure too.” Lana comments, watching Mary Eunice remove her own bra and underwear. The nun chuckles lowly, flicking her undergarments to the side and crawling back over the inmate’s body.
“You could.” She agrees in a breathy whisper. “But I like being in control too much for that.” Lana finds herself impossibly close to Mary Eunice, their lips brushing lightly, the nun’s blonde waves tickling against her bare skin. Mary settles herself in a straddle on Lana’s hips, her fingers roaming over the brunette’s exposed skin. She unhooks the back of the woman beneath her’s bra, letting it drop off the edge of the bed.
Mary Eunice sets an achingly slow pace with her hips, rocking back and forth, watching in delight as Lana squirms beneath her, desperate for more. “I-I need more.” The inmate gasps, reaching out and gripping Mary’s thighs until her knuckles turn white.
“You want more baby?” Mary asks in a teasing tone. Lana feels a shudder of pleasure rock through her body that reaches her toes when the nun calls her baby, threatening to push her over the edge before Mary even begins touching her.
Without moving her hips the blonde reaches into Lana’s underwear, her fingers finding the brunette’s clit immediately and beginning to rub circles on and around it. The inmate pushes her hips upwards, towards the contact. Mary pushes two fingers inside Lana with no warning, pumping and curling roughly. She massages the inmate’s tight walls, feeling them already beginning to clamp down on her fingers. Hot liquid drenches the nun’s fingers and she smiles, continuing her pace.
The moans from Lana’s mouth are enough to bring Mary to the edge herself. “Oh g-god, faster, please.” The inmate begs, her voice an octave higher than usual. Lana is right there on the edge, and she can feel waves of release building up, a fire burning between her legs. Mary pumps without stopping, relishing in the sound of Lana'a voice as she comes. “Fuck, Mary.” She groans, her back arching up towards the nun.
Mary can feel her own fire building, the waves of pleasure and adrenaline coursing through her body and releasing in sparks of lust that blur her vision and make her toes curl when she hears her own name coming from Lana’s mouth.
When they’ve both come down from their highs, Lana goes to wrap her arms around Mary Eunice’s waist and pull her close. The brunette had always been one to be quite cuddly after sex, and she had been lucky Wendy was the same way. The nun, however, shakes her head adamantly, standing up to remove herself from Lana’s grasp. “I can’t, Lana.” She mutters, walking over to her discarded clothes and beginning to pull them on. Lana feels tears brimming in her eyes and she pinches her own arm to stop herself. She watches in silence as Mary readjusts her coif and turns away to leave. Just as she’s opening the door a crack, she turns back. “Until next time, Miss Winters.”
