Jude was overwhelmed, the feelings in her lower abdomen were exquisite. She looked at Timothy with half closed eyes and a small smile on her lips. How could he already be that good?

She didn't know that he fantasiced about it the whole day, he just didn't imagine it to be in his car. Timothy was taken aback by the taste which still layed on his tongue. Never before did he taste something sweet like this.

It was all about Jude and his love for her. He had fantasies before but this was so much better than anything else he ever came up with until last night.

Her soft, creamy thighs around his head, the sweet sounds she made, the feeling of her most private body part against his tongue... It was more he could ever wish for.

Being Cardinal or Pope just couldn't be as satisfying as this intimacy. It was entirely different. Being with her changed his entire existence. It wasn't about receiving anymore, it was about giving and the pleasure to satisfy someone you love.

Jude was his life now and all he could think of right now was being one with her, for the second time in their lifes.

Timothy sat back down and looked over at her, smiling softly as Jude still tried to regain her strength.

She saw his look and couldn't wait to feel HIM against her again. The first time, he proposed to her, the second time, she wanted to show him that it was worth giving everything else up.

Jude pushed herself away from the door. She moved over at him and straddled his hips. Timothys pants were still open and his member jumped excitedly as her body came close.

Jude pushed the fabric further down his legs to feel his skin against her own. As she sat down, his member rested casualy against her public bone.

Slowly she opened the buttons of his shirt, one by one without leaving eye contact. Both smiled softly at each other, knowing that no one would disturb them. As Jude reached the last button she parted the material and ran her hands across his chest.

It was still covered with his undershirt but she could feel his body heat radiating under her palms.

Timothy couldn't stand the wait anymore, he needed to touch her too. His hands ran up her legs, caressing her soft flesh. As he reached her ass, he grabbed her cheeks and pushed her body against him. Both moaned as their sexes were pressed more firmly against each other.

Jude pushed his shirt down his arms and lifted the undershirt above his head. As his chest was naked too she hugged him. Their chests connected and both moaned. It wasn't about sex right now, it was about intimacy, the feeling of skin against skin.

Timothy ran his palms up and down her back, eliciting goosebumps on her body. They looked at each other and their lips connected in an deep, slow kiss. Both took their time to taste and feel the other.

Jude caressed his neck as his hand found it's way towards her hair. He loved her blonde locks. For years he could only try to imagine them, hidden under her habit.

He pushed two strands out of her face as he ended the kiss to look at her face. Timothy held her head as his thumbs caressed her cheeks. "You're beautiful my rare bird."

Jude cheeks turned red. She wasn't used to be complimented, especialy by him. How she yearned for this all the years they have known each other...

Jude was supposed to meet the new Monsignor Timothy Howard at St. Andrews. The church bought Briarcliff from the state and wanted to change it in an mental institution. Monsignor Howard was determined and strong willed, excactly what they needed for Briarcliff to be successful.

Father Malachi and Mother Claudia chose different Sisters for him to meet but it was his choice who will be his right hand and head of the asylum.

Sister Judy Martin was the last one to meet him. She was nervous. Jude heard other Sisters talk about him. Handsome was only one description they whispered to other nuns.

Judy had met many men in her life but as a nun, it felt different. Especialy with an new and young Monsignor. Jude sat in front of his office, waiting to be called in.

The door opened and there he stood. Dressed in black, with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. "Sister Jude, you may come in now."

Jude stood and walked in his office. The other nuns had been right, he is handsome, very much.

"Please sit down Sister.... Jude, right?!" Timothy was still nervous. He had talked to so many Sisters today but couldn't shake his nervousness around woman.

Jude had sat down and smiled softly at him. Normaly she was a straight forward and sometimes rude person around other nuns but always friendly and slightly shy around the Priests. Jude thought it had something to do with the withdrawal of testosterone, something she craved for before she became a nun.

"Sister Jude, my name is Timothy Howard bit I figure you know that already." Timothy looked up at her as Jude nodded. "Yes Monsignor, I know..." Jude smiled her wonderful big smile and Timothys heart stopped for a couple of seconds.

No one said anything for long seconds as both smiled at each other, drawn to each other from the first moment they met...

"I love you Timothy." Jude smiled at him as he caressed her cheek softly. "I love you too."

As they kissed again, Timothy hugged her. Every inch of their skin were pressed against each other. As Judes tongue parted his lips, Timothy moaned softly and grabbed her ass cheeks to push her more firmly against his member.

Jude ended the kiss, not wanting to wait any longer. She moved up slightly and positioned him against her entrance. Their eyes locked and Jude moved down, very slowly.

Her sensitive tissue streched around him as she pushed him deeper inside her. Timothy had to close his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her surrounding him.

His cock was already pulsating inside of her. But the most overwhelming feeling for him was that he shared this evtraordinary expirience with his rare bird, his only true love.

Timothys eyes opened and he looked up at her, remembering their first meeting.

"Do you think you're the right choice for this position?"

"Yes Monsignor, I believe that."

"Working with the mental insane isn't the easiest work. Most nuns prefer to work in the schools or orphanages."

"That's true Monsignor but even the adults are in need for guidance and care."

During their little conversation, Timothy took notes. But he needed this distraction to look away from her beautiful face and smile.

"Are you willing to work at my side as my right hand and head of the asylum?" He said it without thinking further. Without even knowing if she would be the most suitable choice.

Jude paused a second but then smiled brightly at him. "I would like to, Monsignor."

Timothy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was drawn to her eyes. She was quite older than him but Timothy could only see her beauty. *How does her hair look under the habit?*

"Well then... Congratulations Sister Jude. You're the new head of Briacliff." *And always at my side*

As Jude started to rotate her hips, Timothy stopped her by grabbing her hips. Confused, she looked down at him. "Will you always stay at my side?"

"Oh Timothy, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Of course I will... I love you." Jude whispered the last one and rested her forhead against his.

Timothy Howards dream has always been to become Pope. He wanted his name imprinted in history books but as soon as his eyes fell on Jude years ago, everything changed.

First, he wanted her to work by his side, then keeping her there even if he raised up the steps of the church and now... he only wanted her by his side... forever.