"Rare bird? Jude?" The former man of the cloth got from his seat immediately as one of the waiters, who was currently in break approached the senseless nun, lying on the ground as her legs and arms were spread as the rest of the customers were in shock, eyeing pryingly the scene. Further, Timothy's heart sunk even ached, praying inwardly his heart out for the nun, strongly believing she's still alive. "I need to get you at home very soon." He mumbled encouragingly to himself as his berry-coloured, damp lips wedged in a purse, throwing his strong, muscular arms around her waist and shoulder, in order to lift her in bridal lift up to his cab.

"Is everything alright, sir?" One of the dumbfounded customers, who was eventually an elder woman in the beginning of her 60s was not only profoundly concerned for the fainted younger lady, moreover for the younger man, who attempts to save her life and most of all, get her at his home.

The truth was since Timothy's resignation from the church and arriving in Pittsburgh, in order to reunite with his right hand, he has bought a small, nonetheless convenient one-story cottage in the woods, since the British compatriot was a keen fan of the nature and living somewhere quieter. Somewhere isolated. Somewhere more peaceful. Somewhere non crowded area. Somewhere he could deal with his demons and the serenity envelops his heart and mind as a part of mediation since the former priest has lived in the urban areas for a long time. At last but not least, the cottage had 2 bedrooms as the first one is for him and Jude, whereas the second one for guests along with children's room, living room, bathroom and kitchen.

"Not at all, ma'am! But I'm trying my best to fix the things." All of a sudden, as soon as the elder woman enquired the former Monsignor, he turned to her, shooting persuading, serious stare for a split second, seconds before lifting his rara avis's body and paying the total sum of the dinner's bill. He was deeply worried for Judy and her health condition more than the dinner they had. Grotesque, grave frown curled his lips as a thick layer of perspiration baptized his mammoth, veiny hands and his temple, hefting Jude's unconscious body as the waiter opened the double door for the British compatriot, whose hands were occupied.

"Do you need additional help, sir?" The male waiter questioned sincerely Timothy, who was already set a foot outside the facility, bobbing his head as his emerald orbs scrutinized in the corner of his eye the blonde's motionless facial expression. Her shut eyelids. The oxygen which surged her nostrils. The immobile smeared mauve lipstick as they have already contacted drink and food.

"Could you please delve in one of my slacks' pockets for the car key-" As Timothy verged to finish his sentence, suddenly he could heard masculine panting behind him, startling him as his berry-coloured lips popped up as exploding dynamite, turning to the mysterious, shadowed figure in the middle of the night.

"Monsignor, what happened to Sistah Jude?" The former cop earned the waiter and the former holy man's inquiring, frantic looks, tattooing their facial features, due to the least predictable uninvited guest's emergence. His azure blue pools, fueled with unconditional disquiet for his once favorite former boss, who was now in her favorite former priest's secure, strong arms, were transfixed on her immobile mimics as if she was a dead fish. Even more the both younger men's hearts raced.

"You scared me, Frank! We have an issue here." The light autumn breeze blew as invisible waves fondled delicately the adults' muscles. Timothy took a deep breath, nibbling on the silken skin of his upper lip grudgingly, lowering his chocolate brown pools as they were inundated with abysmal, obvious concern and distress to the holy woman's face, admiring her ethereal grace which she possessed. She looked and she was eventually beautiful into his eyes even when the unconsciousness commanded her body, muscles and bones. "Judy fainted during the dinner night and I need to get her somewhere safe but I can't get take off the car keys from my slacks pockets. Could you do it just for me and her?"

"Of course! But I'm wondering how she did faint." In the meantime, the security guard delved one of his hands into the pants' pocket, fumbling something rusty, made of steel until he snatched them and grasped them, murmuring under his breath, without averting his ocean blue eyes from the middle-aged lady.

"In addition to tell you, sir, do not forget to pay the bill for the dishes!" The waiter repeated himself as he entered inside the cafeteria, whereas the former man of the cloth and the security guard were outside the facility, conversating one another.

"It's alright! I'm going to pay it in a jiffy."

"So, what happened to Jude? Why she's unconscious?" The older man posed 2 questions as the younger one cleared his throat momentarily at the inquiry, raising an arch of his thick eyebrow elegantly.

Even the former police officer's heart ached and sunk, when he witnessed the passed out woman of the cloth in such vulnerable, unexplainably distressing condition. Timothy wasn't the only one, who grieved cordially over her passed out condition and recited inwardly as inner voices hallowed prayers as if he was delivering a speech. The question that Frank asked was still unanswered as the answer he was looking for was more important than anything else.

"Frank, we're having a dinner night there as I told her about Mary Eunice's possession as the devil has corrupted every cell of her fragile body and how we exorcized her and then she got a heart attack, concluding to her death at such young age."

"Is that the reason why Sistah Jude fainted, Monsignor?"

"First and foremost, I'm no longer a priest, Frank! Believe me!" The both men ambled up to the vehicle as Frank was farther than Timothy, unlocking it via the keys. "Second, that's the reason why she fainted. It's probably in disbelief of her favorite nun's sudden heart attack and death."

"Oh!" Frank exhaled sharply as he opened the cab's passenger door so that the former priest lay down Judy to kip until he drives her at his cottage and look after her until she comes to her senses at last. "Are ya scared she will reject ya?"

"What it wouldn't scare me is that she knows the truth about Mary Eunice even if she doesn't want to have any associations with me anymore! It's better to be rejected as they know the truth which you told them rather than to bamboozle even manipulate with pretty, sweet lies as you keep clung these seekers for the truth as opposite magnets' magnetism."

"Ya are goddamn right, Tim! Even if I dislike ya, I can admit ya are such a wise man." Once Timothy laid down Judy on the passenger's back seat, he slammed the door as he lifted up his hand to scratch uneasily his chestnut hair with his fingertips, tipping its crop softness and glancing at the shimmering moon as its moonlight dispersed pale white beam their faces and hairs, acquiring lighter pigments.

"At least, I'm trying my best to improve myself as a person and find a way to do it for Jude, besides for myself."

"Ya don't need to explain yarself, Tim!" All of a sudden, the middle-aged man patted affably, lightly the younger one's muscular, broad shoulder, emboldening him to not lose faith in himself and his potential to fix the things. An optimistic, slight smile honed up in the corner of his lips, encouraging Timothy the things will be fixed and alright.

"But I need to pay the bill for tonight. Can you stay for awhile, securing the car and Jude?"

"Of course, Tim! I'll do it just for ya!"

"Thank you!"

--- *** ---

--- 2 Hours or So Later ---

It has been 2 hours since Judy hasn't even moved a single muscle of her petite frame as she has been transferred in guests' bedroom, lying on the double bed, tucked up warmly in a quilt. Timothy not only paid the bill for the dinner night for 2, but also he collected Judy's items which she has forgotten inside the cafeteria, in fact she's still senseless.

It took no more than a half an hour to the former member of the church to drive warily in the middle of the night as he was all ears to lend an ear to any unpredictable sounds or noises, emanating from passenger's seat, keeping his wits about Judy coming to her senses lastly.

As soon as they were inside the cottage, Timothy was in the kitchen, cooking potato soup for Judy as the water for the tea was about to boil, thereafter making a herbal tea for her, thrumming to himself a melodious tune, ringing into his ears, whilst the television was broadcasting a documentary about sea animals. The soup was almost ready with the tea altogether.

As soon as the holy woman came to her senses, rubbing with her brittle, petite fists her drowsy eyes, whilst a mere yawn left her dry, faintly smeared mauve lips, she opened fully her irises as Judy flinched, when her irises were embraced with sufficiently expansive, howsoever, cozy bedroom as the current location for her was unidentified yet, bearing a semblance of undiscovered mystery. Little did the member of the clergy know where she was as galore questions swamped her whirlpool of thoughts.

First and foremost, the middle-aged lady thought she was either kidnapped or Timothy has brought her but where is the question. Second of all, the memories of the dinner night were as hazy as mist fog, fogging the town with its pale grayish light in the wee hours of the morning. All the blonde could ideally recall straight off was the dinner night she shared with her former favorite priest and the news he broke about the deceased juvenile nun, due to a heart attack during the exorcism, in order to bash the malicious, relentless demon of her vulnerable body.

A slight headache assaulted the native Bostonian's head, heaving a jaded, reluctant sigh from the top of her flaring lungs as volcano, surging its oxygen which zinged her breathing organs. Her frail eyelids incessantly blinked, flapping its long, ebony as crow's midnight black feather wings to have a better vision of the room as blurriness tinged.

When her vision purified as lucidness airbrushed her surroundings, Judy took her time to survey, scanning it in the corner of her eye every piece of furniture, spotting even the pettiest details behind the convenient, welcoming guests' bedroom. For example, the exquisitely polished wardrobe along with her purse and coat were sitting motionlessly on the stool alongside the same wardrobe. Abstract and surreal artworks or rather paintings hung on the wall, embellishing the room. A porcelain floral vase with turquoise and magenta marigolds' alluring fragrance toyed with the blonde's nostrils.

Further, the silence was even more than disturbing. It was numbing each sound or noise that was produced whether in the hallway or in any different angle of the one-story house. It sent electrifying chills down her spine and body of quizzical bewilderment, hindering to think clearly why she's there and is that her love interest's cottage.

"Where am I?" Honeyed, weary whisper lingered on her tongue tip as she murmured it.

--- *** ---

When the younger man finished with the soup and tea, he set them on the platter, holding it warily up to the guests' bedroom, declaiming in mumble prayer, praying cordially for Judy and her soul to come to her senses in no time as his heavy eyelids blinked ceaselessly as the graphic images of Judy's fainting plagued every cell even his vision in somber hues, painting a darker landscape of the things that took its place in the cafeteria earlier tonight. His berry-coloured lips curled in the holy prayer until he cried out loud, keeping Judy's wits about his presence.

"Judy, your tea and potato soup are ready!" He opened himself with an elbow, attempting to poise the platter without dropping it clumsily as soon as the door creaked, stepping inside and earning the older woman's perplexed look, inked upon her porcelain, pale as ghost complexion as she arched an eyebrow, squinting her caramel brown pools at him, biting her lip.

"T-Timothy, what the hell am I doing here?" The sister of the church questioned in bemused manner as he approached the right night stand, setting the platter with hot potato soup and herbal tea, sitting on the edge of the bed as he ignored her question as her ethereal, doubtless grace was squinted at her in the corner of his eye, besides multitasking his focus on not dropping unintentionally the tray. "Timothy Howard! What's this place? Where are the explainations ya owe me?" She tried to draw his attention without bickering as mild soreness was vomited in her rhetorical questions, lowering her peep at her bogus second dinner.

"Huh? I drove you to here since you fainted in the cafeteria. That's actually my house where I live since I moved here in Pittsburgh."

"Aww, it's so cozy and comfortable!" Alleviating, angelically innocent smile crawled on her parchment, milky as vanilla face as she sipped the herbal tea, subsequently commencing to masticate the potato soup. "I've always liked those small houses or cottages in the woods, ya know." The middle-aged lady added as a hoarse, droll chuckle harmonized her lips, holding the bowl in one of her hands, whereas her other one was occupied with the silverware spoon, spooning it.

"I'm glad you like it here. I've always desired to live somewhere out of the urban life. Out of the holy icons. Out of the patriarchy, storing up my piousness." The former holy man's monologue begun as he was keeping his voice low, however, velvety, eyeing in awe the nun even when Timothy knew right away if he dares to touch her somewhere else with his virginal, long fingers an inch, the vows would be murderously broken as dandruff in the vacuum. Broken vows, resulting God's judgmental, fierce glares, casted on the member of the clergy. Nonetheless, Timothy wanted to savor sex and love, sharing the prominent first time with somebody he has a yen more than anything to possess his virtue. For sure, it would be Judy as he craves Judy to be his first and final woman and love.

"That's nice! But is it eventually true I fainted in the cafeteria?" The blonde asked, still masticating her scooped soup as the hot, healthy dish's liquid resurrected her organs and body, absorbing its warmness which the soup has smeared her tongue and eating organs.

"It's true, Judy! You fainted because of the piece of news which I delivered you about Mary Eunice."

"Oh yeah!" Shortly after she ate some potato soup, putting it back in the tray, consequently the middle-aged lady shifted her hand to the top of her head, scratching nervously her head with her medium-sized nails, contacting the itching skin. "I'm deeply sorry for her death. I just couldn't handle all this as I fainted. I have always prayed for yars and her heart, when you weren't here." All of a sudden, the woman of the cloth's voice lowered drastically as its decibels diminished self-consciously at the thought of her once favorite innocent, taintless nun, who she has always considered as her own daughter figure even when the infertility and emptiness were her crucial issue even fragment of her grim past, agonizing her and the fix idea of having the sole thing she has desired even more than having a supportive, loving and caring man with a hand on her shoulder- a baby. A benevolent, rueful smile swayed across Timothy's lips, when Judy mentioned she has prayed for his and Mary Eunice's heart during her absence until their phenomenal, holy reunion.

"You prayed for both of us?" He took one of her elvish, smooth as velvet hands into his, squeezing it firmly in his larger one as the thumb kneaded the back of her hand, sending hypothermic chills and electrifying shivers down her body of sweetness, pleasure and peace, in order to reassure her. How long it has been a man to be as affable and genial as Timothy towards her? That was the question. "Really?" Timothy asked as he was speechless when the nirvana curiosity was vomited in his rhetorical exclaimation.

"I did. Every day! Every morning! Every afternoon! Every night! Even in my dreams." The blonde couldn't suppress growing smile as it bloomed as a recently blooming spring flower in the wee days of the spring. "I didn't want anything special than just yar hearts to be blessed with holy light and my prayers."

"You're the one, who deserve all this unlike me. Even if I wanted to protect you from the vicious claws of Dr. Arden, that's the reason why you're here. Safe and sound! Your safety matters more to me rather than anything else. Even more than your once favorite protégé." Oddly the holy woman's headache pottered out in the vacuum as it no longer tormented her cells and mind. At last but not least, Judy's heart ached more than anything for her deceased protégé, who was no longer wandering this world as a mortal than a lifeless, eternally roaming spectral, attempting to find peace with herself. Spectral, smiling divinely, vividly to her once favorite parents figures even if they were a small family for her along with Arthur Arden, who was still alive, nonetheless still being in charge of the madhouse's laboratory. "Just imagine if I wasn't the person to offer you this position in Pittsburgh and you were still in Briarcliff, bickering one another with this suspicious man!"

"It makes sense why I'm here if I'm correct." Insecure, honeyed whisper nuzzled her tongue. "Thanks to ya, I'm not Arden's next victim of his next generation's science experiments! But I can't still forgive ya for believing him."

"Exactly! I wanted to separate both of you as you are here in Pittsburgh, while he's still in Briarcliff. I'm just sick and tired of confrontations between two oppositions." Meanwhile, the younger man tucked a couple of stray gilt, satin tresses behind her tiny ear, admiring her timeless, obsessive beauty, oozing of her even when his face was scarcely centimeters distancing from hers as the gap verged to be closed. "And in addition to, you deserve some rest! You seem pretty exhausted."

"No, no, no, Timothy! Stay!" As the former holy man was about to get from the king-sized bed, Judy squeezed tighter his hand as if the tightest knot was tied, convincing him in obdurate manner, emotional plea zinged her damp lips. "I need ya!" Instead of going somewhere else, the British compatriot listened to his right hand and followed docilely her instructions without getting from the bed.

"But you're still a nun. You're about to break your vows once you possess my virtue." On the contrary, Timothy cautioned plainly, trying his best to not admire her ravishing perfume and seductive looks which caught his eye since tonight. "Jude, think twice about your career, the church and God!" On one hand, once Timothy reminded her she was yet a member of the church and serving its saint duties, it would obnoxiously affect her career, solemnly took vows and the nuns in Pittsburgh's home for wayward girls sooner or later will acknowledge that Judy has been absent overnight, besides the unholy things she has done if she is willing to. On other hand, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her as an alluding to resign from the church as he did and live together in his cottage.

"Screw my vows, Timothy! Yar confusing me so much!" Meantime, the middle-aged lady dragged Timothy, pinning him on the king-sized bed as he moved up to her, still squeezing her hand as he laid alongside her, turning to her without averting his gaze from hers. Judy's heart sunk at the hazy befuddlement which her love interest was causing to her. Whether breaking or not breaking her vows, that was the befuddling dilemma for her. "On one hand, ya want me as you have resigned from the church and came back for me. On other hand, ya are afraid I'll lose everything especially hallowed which is now in my hands. But I can tell ya something. I wasn't a saint in the past and I'm still not saint. Everything can't be as holy as serving as a slave this church."

"Jude, If I were you, I would have chosen you over the vows and the church!" All of a sudden, she flinched as he cupped in the palm of his mammoth, surprisingly warm hand her cheek, locking up her mystically mesmerizing hazelish-brown pools. Paroxysm contaminated her body muscles and bones as soon as his skin contacted her mossy, satin one. "You're my rare bird! I don't want to lose you after I tried to protect you."

"I'm definitely choosing you over the church and the vows. You've always been on my mind since the beginning. Since our first encounter. Since the first moment when I laid eyes on ya." The middle-aged woman commenced with her monologue especially the confessions' episode as a missing fragment to the evening they shared along in the cafeteria and now in the former Monsignor's cottage in the woods. "Timothy!" In the meanwhile, the blonde released his hand's grip by snaking her both slender, fragile arms around his upper back, scooping him in a warm hug as their faces were approximately an inch even less than an inch distancing them. At the moment, the former member of the church lifted up his colossal hand as the thumb barely brushed her bottom, plumpish lip. His warm, wine-stained breath tickled her complexion as vague summer breeze. "I've always loved you and I love you with my whole heart!"

"I love you too, my rara avis!" Suddenly the gap closed as she sealed her lips with his as her both hands moved up to his dark chestnut hair, raking it softly until it was vigorously with the growing aggressively ferocious kisses, shutting tightly their eyelids, relishing their first romantic moment, their hearts racing in anticipation. How they have longed for this to happen? Whether if it's Timothy or Judy, they have always hankered for this sultry, romantic moment to be once in their life.

As their kisses grew aggressively ferocious, afterwards the wet tongues' duel begun as Timothy followed his instincts, even if he was a virgin and Judy was his woman, giving his virtue to and most of all, deservedly as her fingers played his dark, soft hair until the holy woman's tongue won the tongues' duel, throughout plugging it inside his mouth, deepening the kiss into a French one. In this moment, the British compatriot's mammoth, secure hands snaked to his lover's upper back, unzipping them in slow motion as if the both adults didn't want this moment to end immediately. They wanted to endure for aoen. As the zip was gradually unzipping her knee length dress, the older woman was feeling freedom of her mossy, milky as snow skin breathing when the dress was peeling off her petite frame like snake.

Thereafter the former man of the cloth's lips glided, following its swan curve from her lips, lowering to her jawline until they peaked to her stark, silken skin of her neck, in the beginning peppering feather, light kisses until they were savagely truculent as he used technically his teeth, scrapping it as muffled, subsequently increasing its decibels groans and moans heaved her from the top of her frail lungs, arching her neck in choir with the cocked back head, giving him a better access to her erogenous zone. Shortly after the middle-aged lady teased her lover's hair, consequently her hands drifted down to his shirt, undoing some buttons and then unbuckling his slacks' belt as the shirt was peeling off his muscular, toned torso, whereas his slacks and belt were discarded on the carpeted flooring altogether with her dress as her wine red lingerie hugged her curves. They were commencing to lose their oxygen, due to the succumbing and lethal climaxes were reaching even if their sexes haven't united together.

As his lips slithered from her neck downwards to her bosom, indicating it with a light saliva until he groaned in disappointment when her bra armored her full, round breasts, unclasping it within seconds as it was tossed on the floor with the rest of the discarded attires. One of his hands pawed her round, full breast, whereas the other one was scooped in the younger man's berry-coloured lips, circling his tongue around her mauve areola, scrapping it with teeth her hard nipple as louder moans and groans left her lips. His other hand was between her legs, teasing and rubbing through her velvet lacy panties her already drenched folds with his pristine, long as piano keys fingers.

"Oh fucking God! Don't stop!" The woman of the cloth insisted persistently, incapable of keeping her tongue behind her ivory, still firm teeth, clutching them tightly as she ran her delicate, satin fingers all over his muscly torso and abs in steamy manner, admiring his natural, indisputable sexiness which was enticing for her.

"Oh, fuck! You're so wet, rare bird! Is that for me?"

"Of course, Timothy! I'm wet only for ya." She yanked the boxers from him even when Jude craved more than anything his tight crotch enter her core promptly until his hard rock cock sprung up as a toy-out-of-the-box, starting to tease and play it as she used mechanically and technically her hands, fondling it until she grasped it, massaging his testicles altogether.

"Oh, sweet Jesus! You're making me harder."

"So as I'm wet. I fucking want ya to make love to me, handsome!"

After a couple of minutes of teasing as Judy was no longer clothed in her underwear, consequently, her both drop dead gorgeous, ageless legs were dangled around his waist, being clung to him, positioning his member at her entrance and seconds before signalizing the initial trusts, they took their time to admire one another's enthralling facial features, taking a deep breath as their hearts hammered severely in their ribs cages. Timothy's both veiny, larger hands were cupping her buttocks as the palms rubbed the mossy softness of its roundness, darkened, fiendish grins were formed on their lips in a crescent shape. In the interval, Judy's hands were bracing the nape of his neck for balance, seconds before the thrusts.

When the former holy man begun thrusting inside his lover's core as the core's walls contracted his cock, the thrusts were painful and slow until he increased significantly his pace as their sweaty bodies contacted, brushing and rubbing along. Their essences mingling as their sore moans and groans swam in the bedroom's background. The springs of the double bed formed a choir as soon as the blonde dragged her nails, scrapping her love interest's back, digging them deeper as welts and traces of her savage scrapping nails were imprinted naturally on his back.

"Oh fuck! You're so tight, rare bird!"

"So as yar hard cock which is going to milk me dry very very soon. Be careful, what ya wish for, sweetheart!" Their climaxes were approaching extremely soon until the final thrust resulted planting his semen inside her core, subsequently plugging off his manhood of her as the both lovers collapsed on each other's torsos exceedingly weary with lack of physical and mental energy, incapable of putting a finger on it.

"Oh fucking Christ! That was brilliant." It was among the first times when the former man of the cloth cussed especially remorselessly, panting from the top of his brittle lungs, clasping in a sweaty, wet embrace his rare bird.

"I can't fucking agree more with ya! Ya were goddamn amazing, Timothy! I assure ya!" Hoarse, exhausted chuckle escaped her lips.

"I love you, my rare bird!"

"I love you too, darling!"