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It was quarter-to-seven when Silva arrived at the sacristy close by to the Lamb of God Church, her ute parked further down in between the trees off the dirt path, camouflage netting thrown over it.
The little vestry would not have been Silva’s first choice of a meeting spot, but upon setting foot on its outskirts, she couldn’t deny the privacy brought by the isolation.
Neither Fall’s End residents nor Eden’s Gate members should be around at this hour, which made it relatively perfect for a rendezvous with her amor.
A soft smile graced her lips at the thought of her amor. Haloed by the lightness of her shoulder-length brown hair, her amor held an enthralling level of strength unseen by most, including her own brothers, with a level of grace in how she wielded her power. Adorned with enchanting green eyes that captivated Silva as her amor’s Bliss often did, the deputy would be dishonest if she claimed she wasn’t intoxicated by the lithe touches of the herald, the soft whispers of surreptitious and blasphemous desires shared only with Silva, and her alone.
Faith Seed was unlike anyone Silva had met, which she supposed made their partnership all the more invigorating without the painful reminders of past lovers.
Recognizing what her emotions desired felt like the sun and moon reversed their orbit, and with it her history, to re-enact the same realization she’d had when Irene clasped her hands on that dim, ashen shore, a declaration spoken to her that rattled the shame she had over her own body.
Instead of the lifeless and cold shores of her homeland, with Faith it had been in the quiet seclusion of the woods – the same woods Silva had met Faith in, doing some last-minute foraging while her amor had been on a late-night stroll on the path they collided on.
Or so the latter had claimed at the time, but Silva was not so easily deceived, nor was she unaware of the circumstances that led their meeting; Hope County’s Sheriff’s Department was collaborating with a U.S Marshal, a man with a single-minded agenda of putting Eden’s Gate’ founder before the courts of law. When Silva had the time to think about it sometime later, she began to suspect her chance meeting with Faith had been manufactured rather than coincidence.
A plot to seduce the department’s most recent recruit – she could see the advantages in that. Play with the heart of the naïve soul and slowly entice information out of them in exchange for affection and a faux love.
Although where their fault lied was their choice in target.
In spite of knowing of the plot, she continued to see Faith. Instead of reporting to her superior of the cult’s probable knowledge of the developing arrest of their leader in a few weeks, Silva foolishly thought she could utilize her seducer’s ignorance to her colleague’s advantage.
All Silva succeeded in doing was embedding Faith deeper into her life, and deeper into her very being, regardless of what detriments awaited her.
However, that problem managed to be mutually shared with Faith as well; Silva treating Faith beyond the bare minimum of care and affection and genuine interest, like she was her actual partner, had bared its fruits.
Now both deeply entwined by the predicament of their passionate hearts, it didn’t take long for Silva to guess they were both in uncharted and dangerous tides. Silva was closely tied with a few of the lugareños residentes, especially Rae-Rae and her family, not to mention a junior deputy, while Faith was not only deeply unpopular with the residents of Fall’s End (and the surrounding regions) due to her association as the Seed sister, but was also, as Silva managed to discern from her, not supposed to actually fall for the newest junior deputy.
Silva couldn’t be spotted with Faith, lest her reputation sink down and she loses what friendships she had managed to make. And Faith, having fabricated the honey trap as a failure to her brothers, couldn’t be spotted with Silva, lest the lie be bluffed and her role within her family be strained.
Neither outcome was something the women wanted, but neither were they willing to let the other go in spite of the risks.
All they had to do was keep their dating life low and discreet.
Which was easier said than done, as Silva found out. It was troublesome to find opportunities to go on dates, and locations for said sparse beyond Silva’s own home was sparse. For a time, options had been limited, though Silva didn’t back down from the challenge.
She saw it as worth the risk. She found she could trust Faith with most of everything about herself. Just as Faith seemed to have deemed Silva just as trustworthy to share her truths and inner desires with.
Silva rested against the wall of the sacristy, setting the wrapped-up blanket and bag of goods down next to the door, filling her lungs with the crisp air of the coming night. Her jacket – one from the finest and warmest of brands - protected her from the coolness of the air, the chilly night unable to touch her, not while majority of her skin was hidden under long sleeves.
It didn’t take long for her to spot a familiar head of light brown hair sneak her way down the path to the sacristy.
Silva noted the wardrobe change first, the dress she wore here differing from her regular one. While still white, the dress had a plain simplicity to it, without the intricate patterns her regular one had, and the sleeves on the arms were longer. The hem line didn’t look like it was tattered and tarnished, and there were no flowers woven on it, only a little ribbon bow tied around the waist.
She was still barefoot, a concern Silva has scarcely mentioned considering outside of her home and Eden’s Gate property, it was quite dangerous. But Faith seemed unconcerned and even content with her choice, so Silva didn’t push. But she did have a spare pair of sandals in her ute, in case Faith expressed otherwise.
In her hands were a small bag, likely filled with the candles they’d be using inside the sacristy.
Silva stepped away from the wall, meeting her approaching amor halfway. Smiles were shared between the women, and Silva was barely able to keep her hands by her side until Faith initiated first, bringing her hands up for Silva’s dark gloved ones to clasp with equal enthusiasm.
“Did you have any trouble on your way here?” Faith questioned as she entered Silva’s space, warmth overtaking the deputy in defiance of the cool air.
Silva shook her head, her smile light and shoulders a little less tense now that she had her amor’s hands in her own, “It’s not the most familiar road, but it was fairly easy. Had an escort dropped you off?”
Faith’s smile seemed to shift at the mention of that, momentarily not reaching her eyes as they briefly broke contact with Silva’s own, though she assured, “Yes, by the main road. Shall we head inside?”
Silva blinked as Faith took initiative and began leading her into the sole exposed side entrance of the sacristy, not bothering with the locked front. She collected her bags by the entrance, thinking on Faith’s oddly swift answer, but a chilly breeze was enough to spur her into the small room along with her amor, all other thought on hold.
Once inside, she was quick to help Faith set up the picnic blanket so neither would have to sit on the dirt floor. Once settled, Faith brought out the candles, and as she placed them down in the corners of the sacristy, Silva lit the matches onto their wicks.
As Silva began to unload the containers of food out of the bag, including cups for the drinks Silva had stashed in the bag, Faith unwrapped a curtain that could be hung over the exposed doorway of the sacristy.
The light illuminated the room a bit more for Silva. While setting up the food for their date, she noted that in this small space, there were signs of drag lines from against the walls. Like furniture had been hastily moved.
She shirked her focus from it, having reasoned that since Father Brian’s departure some time ago, there would have been people to come by and pick the place clean. She’s a little astonished that Eden’s Gate hadn’t made something of the little vestry yet.
Instead, she turned her attention back to Faith, who sat down onto the blanket after setting up their curtain.
With their small set-up date finished, the two began to dine on their food.
Faith hummed in satisfaction as she bit into the patatas bravas Silva brought, laying her green eyes onto the other woman after a swallow to compliment, “This is delicious! Where do you even find these recipes?”
Silva chuckled as she poured some water for the two of them, knowing Faith is aware she doesn’t have the right devices to search the internet to assist her with such dishes, simply answering, “Let’s say I had visited a bookstore on my travels a while back. Found a good cookbook and took it back with me here.”
Such travels she referred to had been the kind she did on her own accord, and not the worst six months of her life.
“Would you mind teaching me a few recipes? I assist my brothers, but they don’t let me have the kitchen to myself,” Faith’s mention of her brothers almost brought forth a sour frown from the deputy, but she refrained from showing it in front of her amor.
Instead, she answered earnestly, “Of course. It’d be nice to share my kitchen with someone again. I wouldn’t mind playing maestra for once.”
Both dined swiftly on their dinner, ensuring the hot foods Silva brought were gone before they were claimed by the chill of night, idly chatting in updating the other on current hobbies, projects and the gossiping of what their neighbours and friends had been up to.
Silva brought out a napkin, intending to offer it to Faith, but when her green eyes lit up with excitement, a light blush adorning her face as she leaned closer so the napkin could reach her face. Blinking once out of a little surprise, Silva was quick to improvise, dabbing Faith’s lips and mouth until the remnants of their dish were gone.
It was a small gesture, but Silva supposed to Faith such a thing meant a lot, especially with how apparent her role within her own family was restrictive, in spite of the joy it has brought her.
“So,” Faith straightened up as Silva placed aside the empty containers, the half-empty bottle of water along with it, “What forbidden vices have you been hiding in that bag of yours?”
Silva paused in her reach for the bag, a sheepish grin crossed her lips at Faith’s swift deduction. She thought she could hold it off as a surprise, but the deputy should have expected that her amor would have figured her out so soon.
Downing her water so the cup was empty, she brought the bag into view while unlatching the top, “You mentioned a certain desire a few dates ago, so I thought…”
Her gloved hand retrieved the dark glass bottle of the finest Montana wine (according to the older goth woman she encountered outside her work on a pouring day) that she could find, labelled Shalkaho Red Wine.
Faith eyes lit up with a glint to them, and slowly her surprise turned into something sly and mischievous.
Silva held it out in offer, giving Faith time to accept or decline. No pressure, and no judgement either. She’d always give Faith the choice to experience something, even if such opportunities were prohibited by her amor’s brothers and their cult.
It also helped that if Faith did choose to accept a drink, she wouldn’t be doing it alone. Silva’s never sought out alcohol, only having a beer at the Spread Eagle whenever her co-workers invited her out, but she couldn’t deny about her curiosity about wine for a while. Faith’s quiet desire to try it was enough push to get a bottle.
Faith reached out for the bottle, and Silva passed it to the other woman. Faith admired the dark bottle in her hands, glancing back to Silva as she started to pour some into her cup, “As long as word doesn’t reach my brothers, I doubt it’d hurt to indulge a little.”
Passing it back to Silva, gloved hand brushing Faith’s ungloved ones as she took the bottle to pour in her fill, both took clinked their cups and had their first swig of the wine.
For Silva, the taste was not what she expected. It was strong, certainly, and fouler than the beer. Though unlike the cider of that beverage, there was more flavour and spice in the wine; the grapes she could taste, but there was a cherry taste too. She had a strong frown initially, but once the taste settled in, it was tolerable.
Faith’s reaction appeared to be worst; unlike Silva who’s used to the foul tastes of alcoholic beverages, it was evident her amor hadn’t built up such tolerances, with how scrunched her face was. Swallowing the wine down, Faith amusingly smacked her lips together, reaching for the half-bottle of water to wash out the taste.
Once she was done, Silva nudged her shoulder with her own, catching Faith’s attention as the deputy asked, “You alright? That was a big swig for your first time.”
Faith was swift to nod, “Oh, yeah… it was just…”
“Strong?” Silva offered, to which Faith nodded in acceptance of the word, “You’re not obligated to have any more if you don’t want it.”
Faith seemed to be pending her words and was quick to make her mind up as she grasped the bottle, “I think I’ll take it small, thanks.”
That was fine by Silva. From there, the two would enjoy the others company, with Silva having a swig of her wine while Faith had small sips. Every so often, they’d exchange the wine, when either woman needed a refill, occasionally taking a swig from the water they still had, more Faith than Silva though.
Silva wasn’t as worried about the quantities she was having, confident in her own alcohol tolerance to hold out as it usually did, more focused on watching out for the telltale signs of what should be Faith’s less experienced tolerance. Once she caught sight of such instances, she’d begin packing up and wash out the wine in her system before taking Faith back to her residence.
Shockingly, it didn’t come to that. It seemed Faith’s minimum sips either negated the buzzing effect, or she simply had a higher tolerance than Silva herself.
Likely the latter, said woman mused in her head, blinking her droopy eyes to remain awake.
Silva had a rough idea on how much her body tolerated. She’d been confident that she could stave off the buzz before it could take effect.
At first, she ignored the signs. Her being relaxed with a sense of joy was merely the result of spending the past half-an-hour with her amor, and her being a little tired was the result of the insomnia and night terrors combined with her workload.
She couldn’t be tipsy. Not while thinking about how nice her lips would taste against Faith’s.
Swiftly, Faith’s face turned towards Silva, blinking in surprise before a blush adorned her face. Before Silva could question what was up, Faith cupped the deputy’s cheek, thumb light brushed across her lips.
Silva only observed the shift of Faith’s face; from surprised to something coy and yet daring.
“Do you really mean that?” Faith asked, face leaning closer, “You want to kiss me?”
It was about then when Silva realized she might have spoken her intention to capture Faith’s lips with her own aloud. Maybe I am a little tipsy, she privately pondered to herself, and this time her voice did not betray her.
But now she was faced with a question from Faith, one that determined the depth of their relationship going forward. One that was intimate on a physical and emotional level.
Without thinking further on the matter, Silva nodded with sincerity and an eagerness to just be closer to Faith.
The smile that preluded Faith’s words was more than enough to confirm her amor was more than happy to oblige, “Come here.”
Soon enough, their lips pressed. Soft at first, their lips locked onto one another, only partially separating before one of them capture the other once again. Silva could feel elation coil inside her, the giddiness only expanding.
Silva could taste the faintness of the wine they shared on Faith’s mouth, but it tasted sweeter on her lips. Maybe even with a hint of citrus, neither flavour of the wine.
Silva didn’t care much, not when their kiss gradually sped up in pace, their passionate hearts beating off one another’s rhythm, a soft moan escaping her throat as Faith’s tongue poked into her mouth to spur the deputy’s own into joining a zealous dance.
Soon enough, Faith guided Silva down to the blanketed floor and atop of Seed sister, the hand that cupped the deputy’s face ending up behind Silva’s hair, gripping along her dark tail braid with dyed silver flowing downstream, her other hand smoothly running down her spine to cup her culo.
Silva could feel a small, pleasurable tightness build down below her pelvis, but her swirling thoughts were far more focused on Faith pressing their lips together and feeling their body’s subtly grind against one another, and the faint rumble of a vehicle parking nearby.
Silva ceased in her actions, leaning up slightly as she tilted her head towards the curtained doorway, Faith’s small, disappointed whine unable to mask the faint slamming of doors nor the nonsense grumbling she couldn’t understand but did hear. A bright light, likely produced by torches, illuminated the edges of the curtain door several times before one stuck.
Faith must have had caught on that something was off, as when Silva glanced back down to her amor, she could see the concern in those beautiful green eyes, and the growing realization their date spot was about to be found out.
However, tipsy or not, Silva had promised she would let that happen.
So when the crunch of boots on dirt and dried leaves began to grow louder toward the sacristy, Silva was swift in hauling Faith up, and with her hand grasped against her own gloved one, the deputy speedily guided her amor out the sole window, leaving everything else behind.
When the curtains were drawn away, Silva and Faith had stuck their backs against the outside wall near the sacristy’s window. Later, Silva heard the locked door be kicked down, which she thought was unnecessarily cruel to the departed Father Brian, who took the upmost care for his church and its related properties.
Silva shook away such thoughts, not while her priority was on getting Faith out without being caught. She didn’t risk poking her head around the corner to see how close her ute was, knowing the answer would be “not close enough”. Especially with the camouflage netting keeping it hidden.
Not all options were off the table though, for the sacristy was close to the bottom of a hill; a large, steep hill that led up to the Lamb of God Church. If she could help get Faith into there, she could better hide her amor. And maybe herself too.
With only the knowledge that their date-crashers were both inside investigating the sacristy and probably had vehicles facing the other side, Silva turned to Faith and told her, “On my word, we run up the hill and straight toward the Lamb of God, okay?”
Faith appeared nervous but nevertheless nodded in understanding. Silva found she didn’t like seeing Faith so nervous, but such focus was disruption caused by the wine still in her system. She couldn’t afford that now, not when they’d be pursued.
Swallowing down her own nerves, she breathed in and out, before whispering, “Now!” and bolting hand in hand with Faith as the telltale stumbling of their date-crashers attempting to maneuverer their way out the sacristy echoed behind their ascension up the hill.
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Finding sanction within the empty Lamb of God church had been the easier part of the rush inside. The door was left unlocked by Father Brian long ago, having intended it to remain open for those who sought shelter even after Eden’s Gate made claim on it.
The shittiest part was trying to figure out a hiding spot while on limited time as Silva and Faith’s date-crashers closed in closer and closer to the empty church.
They couldn’t enter up the roof to the little tower, not only because such a position would trap them and lead to discovery faster, but because it was the only door that was locked.
There was no office, no closets, and no reasonable furniture to hide behind nor under.
Time and options were vastly limited in the church, and Silva had begun to wonder in her panicking mind on why she thought hiding in the church was a good idea.
Until Faith found the only option that was available to them, tucked in a little corner of the unlit church.
It wasn’t the best option, but it was their only chance.
Which is how both Silva and Faith ended up shuffled together in the small confessional booth, while their inconsiderate date crashers searched nook and cranny of the church, apparently not bothering with what Silva had previously believed to be a cabinet before entering the booth.
Silva pressed close to the confessional’s door, trying to pick up on their date-crasher’s faint words inside the church. But she could hardly hear a thing, not with their words soft and merging with one another, her focus strained by the buzz over her mind.
The confessional booth was quite cramped, leaving little wiggle room for both women. Exemplified further with how Faith brushed against her, either shifting away for more space or trying to be close to her for… protection? Perhaps, though regardless, Silva didn’t mind.
How odd though, that her date seemed to be tugging on her arm.
Curious as to why Faith required her attention, Silva turned to face her amor only to pause as she stared at the woman before her.
There was something different about those green eyes. Not worried, not as bothered by the appearance of the intruders outside. Within those mesmerizing green rings was a commanding determination that seemed vital and unbreakable. And, to Silva’s flustering realization, hot.
Faith’s fingers hooked under her belt, pulling Silva as close as possible. Her hands slid up onto Silva’s shoulders, testing her grip on them as she held her attention.
Faith’s lips ghosted against hers but did not make contact as she spoke her intention in a hush, “I need you.”
Silva tried to reconnect their lips, the present risk fading from her buzzing mind, just wanting to reignite the passion that had begun in the sacristy, but was surprised when Faith stepped back, seating herself down on the booth’s seat.
From there, with Silva’s full attention down on her amor, Faith grabbed the hemline of her knee-length dress and gradually hiked her skirt up, the slow pace teasing to the gawking woman.
Faith hiked up her dress’ skirt until Silva wide eyes was staring between Faith’s lacey white underwear and Faith’s confident promiscuous smirk.
“I need you to finish what you started, love,” Faith stated huskily, voice low for just the two of them in the confessional.
Silva swallowed down her hesitation, her cheeks darkening as her mind felt like it was overheating. She knew that what she was about to do would be reckless, considering the presence of the uninvited third party outside the confessional’s box.
But Faith widened her legs so invitingly, and her green eyes were enticing her to give pleasure. And for her to give it.
Silva promised she’d never disappoint her amor.
With her heart beating hard against her chest, Silva gave her amor a resolute nod, steadily sinking down to her knees, the cramped space just enough for her to be kneeling before Faith like she was an altar, the lacey white lingerie the only barrier between her and the pleasure her amor should be experiencing.
She brought her gloved hands onto Faith’s thighs, giving them a soft squeeze before slinking them up to curl around the waist band, slowly pulling the underwear down, unveiling her amor’s bare coño, glistening with a wetness that she guessed had been produced in their earlier make-out session before they’d been interrupted.
Silva let the lacey white undergarment fall to Faith’s ankles, then proceeded to take off one of her gloves, revealing her exposed hand, marred with old scars from violences predating her arrival to Hope County. She placed her hand onto the inner thigh, caressing her amor, the heat of Faith’s flesh tingling her sensitive hand.
She brought her gloved hand on the opposite thigh, giving it a tender squeeze as her exposed hand proceeded closer to Faith’s coño. The hand paused in its approach, Silva’s grey eyes looking up to Faith’s green. Wanting confirmation, further permission to touch a precious, vulnerable part of her amor.
Faith bit her lip in anticipation, her mesmerizing green eyes gleaning with endearment, nodding in confirmation for Silva to proceed.
First Silva gently grazed her exposed knuckles along the labios of Faith’s coño, teasing stimulation and gathering lubrication for her next move.
Next, Silva applied more pressure as she circled her knuckles along her amor’s coño, her thumb brushing Faith’s clítoris, earning the deputy soft, airy sighs from her amante above.
Soon enough, she began to extend her knuckled deeper into the sensitive organ, flexing her index and middle finger inside, her thumb adjusting and readjusting pressure on the clítoris, lavishing it with attention.
A pleased, quiet hum escaped Faith’s lip, her hips trying to rock in rhythm to the movement of Silva’s massaging fingers, the appendages sliding along the nerves of her coño. From the sensation of Faith’s coño twitching and almost squeezing around her fingers, Silva found she was deriving pleasure from the action too, the nerves of her sensitive hands coming alight in other areas, her polla stiff in her undergarment.
While experiencing her own pleasure from this was unavoidable, Silva hadn’t been prepared for how fast it was approaching. And it was coming before Faith experienced her own first.
Silva’s lips parted as she felt a rising pleasure of her own but needed to keep her vocals to a pleased hum or a pleasured groan. She wanted to praise and whisper sweet encouragement to Faith, as to urge her amor on to her desired release, but that wasn’t on the table, since she didn’t trust her own voice to not alert the intruders outside the confession booth.
Which meant Silva would need to urge Faith’s pleasure through other means.
Silva retraced her fingers, eliciting a broken and hushed whine from Faith, but gasped when Silva used both her lubricated index and middle finger to spread her labios wider, the deputy bringing her face closer. An acrid odour not unlike the sweet citrus residue of bliss, if only a bit stronger. Silva was undeterred by the musk and pressed her tongue flat against her amor’s vulva.
Surprisingly, the taste reminded her of the sourness of yoghurt, with a hint of the sweet citrus of bliss and the tartness of the wine they drank from earlier. Lapping and sucking the sensitive flesh drew out more vocal sounds from Faith, and whether it be luck or a blessing, none of the date-crashers caught wind of the gasping moans spilling from her amante’s lips. Faith rocked her coño against the deputy’s hungry tongue, spreading her hand to dig her fingers into her lover’s dark hair, gripping tighter as the pleasure built.
It was then that Silva brought Faith’s legs over her shoulders to reel in closer, earning a surprised “oh!" from her amor.
Deep between her legs, Silva worshipped Faith with her tongue, lapping up and down her coño faithfully, sucking on the sensitive flesh and flicking her tongue to drink from the luscious nectar like a butterfly with a flower.
The rising moans and sweet noises from Faith only spurred Silva on, as she ate out her amor all the while rubbing her thumb harder against the herald’s clítoris.
Silva decided to replace her thumb with her lips, wrapping around Faith’s clítoris and devoted her full attention on lavishing her amante with love while her fingers returned to massaging the labios of Faith’s coño.
Faith’s body spasmed, and her thighs squeezed between Silva’s head, fingers curled and digging into her scalp, albeit not uncomfortable to the deputy as she brought her amor to the highest peak of pleasure.
Curiously, when Faith came, her cry of pleasure was close to silent, and Silva was uncertain whether this was situational (in regard to the date-crashers nearby) or Faith was simply not that vocal at the end of her pleasure.
Regardless, Silva aided Faith in riding out her high for as much time as she desired, until Faith tapped at her shoulder.
Separating her face from between Faith’s legs to look up at her amor, wet fingers also receding out, Silva found Faith had a satisfied and dopey smile, her beautiful eyes half-lidded even though the deputy knew those green rings were focused on her.
Licking her lips, only tasting Faith, Silva rose up from where she knelt, bring her face closer to her amor’s.
“You okay?” Silva asked first, concerned she may have overdone it, bringing her sole gloved hand to cup Faith’s cheek.
Faith smile widened, and an assuring nod following after.
Silva accepted that answer, and asked next, “Did you enjoy that, mi amor?”
Faith bit her bottom lip upon hearing Silva call her that, which the deputy hoped she could remember to note once the buzz over her mind passed. Faith let out a light giggle as she informed her lover, “It was ecstasy, angel.”
Silva felt her face heat up at the compliment and pet name, an appreciative smile sneaking its way across her lips.
Faith turned her attention to the confessional booth’s door, staring for a while, determining something. Silva also glanced toward the booth’s doorway. Unable to hear anything.
“Do you think they left?” Faith asked, prompting Silva to move closer to the door to listen in.
Nothing.
While Faith fixed and covered herself up, with Silva herself cleaning her exposed hand of Faith’s fluids with a napkin she had saved in her pocket before returning her glove back on, the deputy brought a hand to the confessional door’s handle and opened it up only enough to peek out.
She couldn’t find any sight of the intruders, and the church appeared to be empty. As far as Silva could tell, they seemed to be in the clear.
Silva let out a relieved sigh, enough clarity returning to her senses to be grateful that the danger had passed.
Waiting until Faith was ready, Silva opened up the confessional booth further, at least enough that she could step out and check around the confessionals blind spots. Upon finding there was truly no one else waiting to ambush them in the church, she gave the all clear for Faith to come out, the two making their way quietly through the empty church. While she was on edge, she found Faith’s calmness to be soothing to her tipsy and amorous state.
Once out the front doors of Father Brian’s former church, Silva exhaled a warm breath into the chilly air, releasing a misty cloud as she did.
Her mind was slowly recovering its senses from the buzzing of the wine, though she still felt a timid passion within her, coiled from her head to her chest to her pelvis.
“This date was certainly exciting,” Faith commented, and Silva couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle at that. There certainly was a small amount of excitement burning within her, though she also felt unbelievably tired. She wasn’t sure how long they’d been hiding in the church, but she reasoned it couldn’t have been for long…
Sighing, perhaps from the closing end of their date, Silva turned to Faith and offered, “I don’t think my ute was discovered by the intruders, so if you want, I drop you off to an Eden’s Gate property… or we can go back to my place and arrange something in the morning.”
Silva hadn’t really wanted to end the date like this, but she really didn’t see any alternate option. She hoped the intruders had the decency to leave their date material alone.
Faith frowned at this, looking between Silva and back into the church (at the confessional booth?), and stepped closer to the deputy.
“You know,” Faith spoke, coy smile reaching across her lips, “This isn’t a bad set up for a date. If you’re up to it, we can go back inside, and I can take care of you just as you took care of me.”
To emphasise her point, she brought a wandering hand to dance a trail across Silva’s hips to her crotch, gently palming enough to feel the outline of what had once been the deputy’s deflating pollo.
Silva bit a little of her bottom lip, highly considering the offer. But she shook her head, turning fully to Faith as she said, “As much as I’d appreciate the gesture, I don’t think we should stay here any longer. Those people who chased after us could still be around. Maybe next time?”
Faith seemed unsatisfied by Silva’s words, tenderly taking Silva’s gloved hands as she countered, “But what about you?”
Silva was hesitant to answer, though forced herself to speak, “You don’t need to worry about my needs.”
It’s not necessary, she left unsaid, a part of her inner voice that was always vocal, usually when left alone, Especially when it concerns your own.
Faith didn’t seem convinced, telling Silva, “But your needs are apart of mine. If you’re not happy too, then what’s even the point?”
Silva… hadn’t really thought of it that way. She couldn’t come up with a counter to Faith’s words, and nor properly put together any other kind of response either.
Faith seemed to perk up as she glanced behind the deputy, her green eyes reignited as she pulled herself closer to Silva, suggesting, “How about this? Instead of going back to your home, we go back to my place. I can take care of all your needs from there on.”
The suggestive tone sent a pleasing signal through Silva, and she found herself even more tempted to accept her amor’s offer.
However, her words did give her pause.
“I thought you lived at the Eden’s Gate compound?” Silva queried curiously.
Faith giggled at her query, a smirk appearing on her lips, “Not always. You’ll it when we arrive.”
Silva went to question further but felt sharp glimpse of pain in one of her biceps. She gazed down to said bicep to investigate what just shot her, though her head felt heavy, and dizzy, and her muscles became lax.
Faith had caught her before she fell, slowly guiding her unresponsive body to the ground at the foot of the Lamb of God Church, all the while with a smirk that held so much love and yet felt so suspicious considering the current situation.
As darkness encroached on her vision, her last sight being that of an unconcerned Faith with her beautiful green eyes, and the faint sound of familiar boots approaching closer, her last clear thought before darkness claimed her consciousness was that she might be in some trouble…