Suddenly the nun's eyelids built its ounce as she fell asleep in front of Timothy. Snoozing again as she had still alcohol in her blood, snoring as her bourbon's breath spread around her, reaching Timothy's tender nostrils.

The young priest couldn't help but watching her effortlessly overwhelmed by her grace as she was asleep. A broad, sheepish smile formed on his fresh, youthful face. Her elegant, petite hand was in his surprisingly smooth, warm one, absorbing mutual warmness. He removed his hand from her hair as he didn't want to interrupt aloofly her catnap.

"My rara avis!" He whispered silently in the dull hush in the bedroom as the jolting down lighting bolts outside and the pouring rain were the single noise resources.

Flashback

1962

Jude was waiting midst with a couple of other nuns, sorted by their age from the youngest to the eldest as Jude was in the middle. The another four sisters, headed by Mother Claudia who walked with the young priest, affirming to purchase Briarcliff, turning it in a mental institution for mentally sick people and criminals.

Once the nun stood nervously between Sister Frances, a younger one and Sister Ivy, slightly older than Jude, she darted her uneasy hazel eyes to the handsome young priest, observing every action of his. She scrutinized him as her eyes scanned his physical features, perceiving him as a sympathetic handsomer.

Once Mother Claudia and the new Monsignor of Briarcliff stood inches away from the nuns, the eldest nun introduced the new priest as he presented briefly himself in front of the sisters. Mary Eunice, the youngest of them, darted her winter blue eyes into the slightly older man with a coy, childish smile, formed on her fresh, pale like vanilla face. She shuddered when he commenced with his brief personal presentation.

"Good day to you, Sisters! I couldn't be more grateful and honored by Mother Superior Claudia who brought me here. I am actually Monsignor Timothy Howard, an English priest, originating from aristocratic, deliriously wealthy family from London. What it struck me about Briarcliff was to purchase this facility, turning it in a mental hospital for mentally ill patients. Helping the society to find path to the light and God. I believe the tonic for a diseased mind lies in the three P's: productivity, prayer and purification." His introduction struck Jude as she gazed in awe Timothy, feeling unconditional uneasiness enveloping her body and heart. She listen attentively every word of his, without distracting herself with something adventitious.

Afterward he walked up as he approached Mary Eunice, starting first with her as they shook their hands, thereafter handshaking with Sister Frances and then Sister Jude.

"It's a pleasure, Sister Jude. Monsignor Timothy Howard!" He said professionally with a gentle, adorable smile spread across his lips. She was mesmerized by the way how his lips produced vocally each syllable especially when he spelled their names. His colossal, surprisingly smooth hand shook with the slightly older woman's warm, petite as this phenomenal sensation sent shivers down her body of sweetness, pleasure and slight embarrassment. In the interim her cheeks readily heated as they acquired rosy tingle.

"It's mine pleasure, Father Howard. Sister Jude Martin!" She nod humbly, mousily her head as he was the crucial reason why her smile was broad, radiant. Her heart raced when he went up to her. She was feeling so lost. Lost like a schoolgirl who just met her new sympathetic male classmate. The juvenile priest attempted to not admire so hard her physical natural beauty though he failed. His chocolate eyes glistened brilliantly once when they met, pursued for the hazel eyes which were fixed on him in the entire time. The elegant smile that welcomed him and cheered him up. Across her plump, peaches-and-cream lips. The blond hair strand that protrude out of her wimple, merging with her white like a snow skin tone. Electrified skin beneath the formless clerical black robe as her sensitive epidermis goosebumped.

They just stared at one another's eyes awkwardly as he offered her a bashful, boyish smile on his gleaming face. Enough time to imprint one another's faces. When he moved to the imminent nun, Jude looked at him with profoundly desperate eyes as she didn't feel the warmness and overwhelming thrill anymore.She deeply hoped she would have the opportunity to share more time with him, in fact Mother Claudia chooses her as his sister, his guide and his right hand.

Timothy was sympathetically impressed by the rest of the sisters but he was beyond strikingly impressed by the middle nun. Sister Jude. She was actually the single nun who grabbed his attention immediately and laid eyes on her though his naturally magnanimous, kind-hearted nature and God glaring at him for being tempted by a nun via eye contacts, smiles and brief speeches. Nothing else.

After he finished with handshaking each nun, Mother Claudia determined his destiny at last. She exhaled strenuously, shortly before declaring officially the nun's name that is going to serve the novice monsignor. Every nun waited impatiently with apprehension to hear their own names out loud. Until the last bell tolled as the eldest nun affirmed lastly:

"It was my ginormous pleasure and my honor to present Monsignor Timothy Howard...but..."She stuttered as she coughed lightly, eyeing the pair of nuns who stood in different poses and expected the last word to be mentioned. "...he needs a new right hand. A right hand to guide along the patients to the light. Altogether! Like team players." She furthered with her profound, somewhat bland speech. "For this purpose, it's decided who's going to be his right hand and it's Sister..." Everyone gazed with wide eyes at Mother Claudia and Timothy as Jude would have a heart attack sonly after hearing her name if it's actually possible. "...Sister Jude!" She said jubilantly.

The chosen nun's heart raced as a jubilant smile waved up across her lips as the other nuns bowed in front of the honored nun, although their envy over not being chosen. Timothy hoped secretly Jude was elected as his right hand and his hopes illuminated path to sacred felicity. Little they did know what's anticipating them.

***

Jude waited nervously as she lowered her head, casted a blank gape at her hands, her fingers playing together as her heart beat slowly, thrusting its pulse in her chest. She waited uneasily before the novice monsignor's office.

She was beyond absent-minded, trying to assimilate if either the priest is going to like her and value her work or otherwise be greatly disappointed by her. She was feeling like an ordinary school girl, wondering about her new classmate if either she's going to be liked by him or rejected, as this was her distinct fix thought, tormenting her head with abundance of questions which were far from her usual concern.

Every nun reckoning Mother Claudia with them congratulated her.

All of a sudden, footsteps, approaching the door as it rang in her ears, snapping her profound, philosophical thoughts as she lifted her head, facing the door as the office's door opened, whereas Timothy held the door, letting her to walk in as she stepped in his office bashfully, almost overlooking him as she sensed self-consciousness veiling her. She just stood like a lost little girl in the woods in the middle of his office, turning to face him as he walked over his desk, sitting as gesturing to take a seat, greeting one another politely, professionally. She sat against him as they commenced discussing some important questions involving Briarcliff and their cardinal purposes to achieve their goals.

"Sister, the main reason I have chosen you as my right hand was that I sensed your strong personality and you impressed me, besides Mother Claudia told me you are an incredible nun that fits ideally to be my team player." He elucidated his worldview on Jude, abiding formal in his utterance. "I presume you know my requirements for a right hand."

She shook her head as she bit her lips uneasily as she tried to guess.

"To possess a tough character?"

"Not only that, Sister." A coy smile coiled on his sparkling face of blissfulness and optimism. "But also a perfect intuition. Insight. Sense of judgment." He listed them successively. Jude listened attentively as she didn't want to miss a remarkable detail from his lecture. "You already possess these traits." A demure smile lingered on Jude's lips.

She kept on by listening to him, relishing by the way he spoke. The nun realized he was an articulating speaker, if she must be honest.

"Congratulations, Sister! You are formally Briarcliff's administrator!" Timothy declared jubilantly as the former nightclub singer was in disbelief in his words initially. Shortly after she reconciled his words, a jaunty smile shaped on her face.

***

Jude barely blinked as her muzzy vision beheld Timothy who still sat on her bed as he yelled her name in velvety voice.

"Jude? Jude?"

Then his other hand managed to move up to her shoulder, rocking her lightly as he didn't want to pressure her physically.

"Jude?" He cried her name mildly louder than seconds ago as she came to her senses at last.

"T-Timothy?" She faltered softly as she rubbed with her sole free hand's knuckle her drowsy eyes. Consequently she emitted a yawn with bourbon's taste that smacked faintly the priest's face. "I am sorry. I just..." She was about to further her sentence until Timothy cut her off.

"It's alright! You deserve some rest as I can see."

"No, no!" Timothy was about to get from the bed until she grasped his hand, pulling him to her as he faced her, looking down at her vulnerable look. He thought Jude was far from sleepless. "Timothy, please." She begged him to stay with her. "Stay with...me...now."

He sighed as he re-sat on the bed alongside her again, holding her hand as his other hand moved up to her hair, combing her soft blond curls between his long, fine fingers. She truly enjoyed this sweet, prominent moment. Spending it with the person she loved and she hasn't declared her love for him yet. He respected her and her privacy, in spite of her plea. Timothy didn't want to violate her goodwill and privacy, subsequently facing the gruesome circumstances of losing mutual respect and trust that they built with the years of hard work, understanding and collaborating.

As her free hand moved to her habit, undoing some buttons as she gazed absent-mindedly his chocolate eyes with a seductive smug smile curling up across her natural lips as she verged to release herself from the rigid Catholic robe that warmed her body from the chilling climate in Briarcliff.

In the meantime, Timothy watched her in awe, unable to peel a word as his mesmerized eyes wandered up to her dexterous hands unbuttoning buttons of her tiresome habit until it revealed her bloody red negligee that she wore every night in the bed, her hand pushing down the hem of her slip as it wandered up to her core, rubbing it through the satin fabric of her bloody red knickers with tightly shut eyes, setting free soft, ebulliently erotic moans of pleasure, coming from her lips as she has already imagined her hand as it was Timothy's, massaging on circles her hard clit, whereas her another cupped her full, round breast as it was his hand, squeezing it as his palm rubbed her erected nipple.

As soon as she propped her weight on elbows as she rose her body, sitting in the middle of her bed, she withdraw her hand from his and stripped off her clerical robe, tossing it perfunctorily on the cold floor.

Timothy's chocolate eyes glistened in the lurking darkness as his eyes focused on the half naked woman who was dressed up in nothing else but her ravishing red nightgown and chaplet. It was actually his first time to see a half bare woman especially his own rare bird. His impure thoughts re-surfaced in his blended mind. Mind, comprised impure thoughts of Jude, imagining fantasies, impracticable to further his career and pursue his golden New York miracle ever again if he sleeps with her. In the same time, God would judge him for the rest of his days as it would agonize the young, aspiring priest who worked so much to become a Cardinal very soon and accomplish one of his Rome miracles.

Jude rather looked far from vulnerable once she was in her negligee and chapel. She genuinely embodied the forbidden apple as Timothy was Eve, the maiden, tempted by the snake to savour from the forbidden fruit that would bring dreadful troubles once it's being tasted.

The young priest felt like a boy, inexperienced in sex as he was more than dumbfound by her still gorgeous body, perfect outlining curves. His fingers combed her wild strands yet, preoccupied with Jude's natural beauty and sex appeal as he fell in love with her even more and found her for more attractive than his expectancies. She was sparkling more than an embellished Christmas tree. A sheepish smile grew on his face as he didn't know what to do with exception of caressing her and folding her softly as he was a delicate lover.

"Lust is a sin." He reminded himself inwardly, not enough to being overlooked by Jude as she heard him as she casted a cocky, alluring stare on him, studying his face and body language as she bit her bottom lip.

"Lust is." She intervened hasty as he still enjoyed the softness of her honey hair. Her enticing, soft voice toying with him as his engendered his crotch to tight as it cried to spring up from his tight trousers lastly. "Love's not a sin." She continued as her eyes locked with Timothy's. Meanwhile, she cupped his face into her both hands, admiring his undeniable handsomeness. "Dear Timothy, do not underestimate the love!"

Afterwards an awkward silence knocked on the door as they just gaped at one another with locked eyes in one another.

The awkward silence was broken by Jude as she grasped his wrist, guiding it to her waist, encircling with a strong arm as he pulled her to him with ease as their lips brushed whilst her arms dangled around the back of his head, running her fingers through his dark hair as their kisses grew passionate, ferociously aggressive as his other hand pushed lightly, carefully her negligee's spaghetti straps as they peeled off slowly her creamy shoulders' skin until they pooled the bed's sheets, her full, round breasts exposed ultimately as she moved up, sitting on his lap as Jude permitted her tongue to enter in Timothy's mouth, deepening abruptly the kiss since he was inexperienced and Jude helped him, guiding him to the ultimate pleasure as he learnt the technique quickly as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, whilst he nibbled her bottom lip as she groaned wildly. One of her hands lifted down from his chestnut hair to his clerical shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it from his head until she threw it on the floor as their chests were pressed against one another. She felt the hardness of his abs and toned chest, tickling against her bare breasts and her small stomach as the same hand travelled up and down his torso, caressing it with feather touches. Her sole free hand moved down to his pants, unbuckling its belt and unzipping them until they were in their undergarments that covered their almost naked bodies. In the interim, Timothy's lips moved from her lips to her neck, nibbling her delicate neck's skin and planting plenty of kisses that sent shivers down her body of sweetness, slight embarrassment and pleasure. She arched her neck, cocking back her head as she rode him as her legs were wrapped around his waist, the both pious faces of the church moaning wildly embarrassing and ecstasy. Beneath her moisten folds through her thin silky knickers' fabric, she felt his manhood poking her. It aroused the priest when he felt Jude's erected, lukewarm nipples pressed against his chest as his mouth glided through her neck until it reached her hard nipple, sucking it and biting it as her moans were uncontrollable and still arching her neck, threw her head back, sensing their climaxes coming mildly early.

They couldn't wait any longer as she slid her hand from his hair to his boxers' waistband, outlining his length with a forefinger and pulling them swiftly from his crotch as his hard member erected, while his hand on her waist went down to her knickers, dragging them off her creamy, slender legs as they were already nude. Her continuous screams of his name floated in the dull bedroom as it became their love nest, a battle field for lovers.

Afterward Timothy laid on his back as they shifted their positions, his head collapsed on the pillow. Meanwhile, Jude crawled to him as she grabbed his member, stroking it with her thin, elegant fingers as he enjoyed the sight of his favorite nun pleasuring him. His chocolate eyes casted a smug look on her as he was fundamentally horny and hypnotized by her sexual experience as it was readily evident in her actions. Smirk spread across her lips as she teased his hard cock, thereafter putting it in her mouth as it surprisingly the corners of her mouth wrapped around his length as she sucked it deeply, he emitted a sultry moan, tightly closing his eyes as he had never felt so good ever in his life. No woman has pleasured him with exception of Jude who knew what she was exactly doing. A hand of his moved up to the back of her head, helping her as his another one pushed away her long wavy hair away from her face. Then she circled with her soaked tongue his tip, savoring the precum as he carried on screaming her name breathlessly. She watched in the entire time his corneous facial expressions with a smug smirk on her shining face as she enjoyed its scenery. Furthermore, it aroused her more and more. His climax was near as hers too.

"Ooohh, fuck!" It was his first time to swear, sprinkling cursing words ever in his life. He couldn't control himself as the sexual pleasure occupied his mind and body. Jude didn't stop sucking in and out his big cock as her both hands were on his hips, spreading his legs as she had a better access to pleasure and tease him, making wonders to his body, besides hers.

After straight thirty seconds, he planted his seed inside her mouth as she savored the mouth-watering cum of his, licking greedily her lips and her mouth as she released his manhood from her mouth, moaning softly.

Then she approached him as she pressed her plump lips on his, placing her index finger between his lips' gap, gazing at his warm, excited chocolate eyes, staring at his soul.

"I love you, Timothy!" She confessed her pure, indisputable love for him.

"I love you too, my rare bird!" He said as his hand moved up to his member, guiding it to her entrance as he waited for her until she approves to begin to thrust inside her.

She rose her body as she sat between his legs, sensing his length filling her core, relishing the amorous moment as it has been a long time when she felt a manhood in her entrance, filling it with its stiffness. Her hands were on his muscular shoulders as his strong, big arm encircled her waist as another one cupped her breast until she began grinding on him as he commenced thrusting in her. Initially, his thrusts were slow, painful and pleasurable, however, they became even more pleasurable, swifter and less painful. Their groans were more savage than before. Timothy didn't regret for losing his virtue to a loving woman especially Jude. His rara avis. The love of his life. Confessing his love to her and vice versa, years after partnering and abstinence. He desired this moment to last for eternity rather than just in a matter of minutes.

"Oh, fuck! Timothy, don't stop!" She shrieked as his hand moved from her breast to her hard clit, rubbing it on circles as she cocked back her head, arching her neck with closed eyes. Timothy adored the way she spelled his name especially with fevered voice, escaping her luscious lips. Jude craved for this moment for a long time and her fantasies came true eventually as she had mused on him and making love to each other as their smooth skins touch alongside, their delicious lips pressed on one another, their sweaty bodies rubbing against each other and their moans floated around them as nothing mattered more than their potent bond and unconditional love.

Likewise their climaxes were approaching as they shouted cursing words of pleasure once again as Timothy pumped his seed inside her core, pulling off his member out of her entrance as their bodies were way too exhausted, too pleasured within seconds Jude's body collapsed on Timothy's one as her round, bare breasts pressed his chest, panting heavily as their eyelids' ounce didn't survive, closing instantly their eyes and falling asleep as the storm didn't halt to brew outside. Their hard heart beats pounded in their chests, feeling its pulses against one another's stark torsos.

Jude has never felt so good for fifteen years after the car accident with her run-and-hit victim she didn't want to kill, nevertheless, her inebriation controlled her body as she unintentionally murdered one innocent, immaculate little girl. Eventually she figured out the gruesome difference between her one night stand lovers and Timothy. The other men pleasured her temporarily as they were rough and fan of pleasuring themselves as they were recklessly careless if she was either harmed physically or she wasn't harmed at all. Unlike Timothy, the man who was married to God for twenty and five years, taking solemnly his vows as God possessed utterly his body and soul, he was a considerate, loving and caring man. A man who she would like to spend the rest of her life with him, either in the church along or escaping together somewhere else much far away from the mental institution that plagued their minds and bodies with insomnia, handling exasperatingly insane inmates by helping them to find their way to God and most of all, saving wretched souls. At last but not least, Timothy has never been sexually intimate with a representative of the opposite gender. It was particularly his first time to feel such unique, immense pleasure that horrified the angels inside him that guided him to follow his Rome dream and become a respected, exalted and loved Cardinal especially at a fragile twenty-five age. As an addition, his right hand aided him as he was being instructed by her how to please sexually himself even a woman.

The nun and the priest had already broken their vows as Jude felt as she didn't belong to the church longer as she dreamt of leaving the church on the imminent morning after her prayers. How about Timothy too?

He hesitated if it's better either for him to flee the church with Jude after their broken hallowed vows or further to work together in Briarcliff, although the consequences.

It's actually true this night is going to be never-to-be-forgotten for Timothy and Jude.