Author's Short Note: I'd like to apologize for the lack of updates over this story, nevertheless, I was focusing to get a new chapter of Wings of Light as soon as possible instead of making you to wait disappointed. Howsoever, here we go with the 4th chapter as the next one is going to be the final by ending this dynamic, short journey. Anyway I hope you like and enjoy this new chapter as well! :))

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"R-Rare bird?" The former ambitious Monsignor's muffled stutter zinged his baby pinkish lips as his heart raced once he lastly found and most of all, reunited years later after struggling to find any tangible track. Tangible track of the flew rare bird. His one of a kind and only rare bird he had potent, intoxicating feelings for her and caged them inside himself, amalgamating with the depression and fatal suicidal thoughts as a part of the dynamic roller coaster he's been through along with the loneliness. What the former man of the cloth noted about Jude's appearance that she has altered it a bit. Not much but just a bit. To feel comfortable in her own skin. To alter her appearance not much as her hair length which once cascaded to the beginnings of her blade-bones, the length peaked up to her shoulders solely. Her still drop-dead gorgeous halo ringlet of sleek old Hollywood gilt tresses framed exquisitely her round, porcelain complexion with its feminine, beautiful facial features in the beginning of her 60s. Her caramel brown orbs, pigmented with the warmest, most delectable caramel hue tinged her orbs. Meanwhile, the former pious sister of the church was dressed up in casual attires such as a plain, linen white as vanilla shirt with a handful of undone buttons, followed by a long pleated midnight black skirt as its cashmere hem descended down to her ankles. The midnight black, long pleated skirt brightly contrasted with the vanilla white linen shirt like yin and yang.

"T-Timothy? What are ya supposed to do here?" The older woman had abundance of questions, submerging her ocean of thoughts, nibbling on her lower plumpish lip without dissipating the eye contact. "How did ya find me?" Meantime, she suddenly lowered her honeyed voice, ushering him to take a seat alongside her on the hammock as he meekly seated.

"I'm here, because of you! I was looking for you during all this time until finally I found you." A sharp exhale surged its oxygen from the top of his flimsy lungs, constricting his toned chest. "I'm so relieved you're still alive and that makes me undeniably blissful." Slightly optimistic, sheepish smile parted his pale-pinkish lips as sudden warmness enveloped his once frozen heart. Frozen heart since he felt nothing than a timeless heartbreak for being alone and when Jude didn't bother to say to him whether Goodbye or Farewell with exception scribbling it on the old, antique sheet of paper without even daring to allow her former boss to see her for a single second in the wee hours of the morning. The morning when she vanished for a half a decade without even bothering to walk away from his life like a timid shadow in the limbo.

"And what else?" Sternness was vomited in her additional posed question, quirking quizzically her thin eyebrow in scouting his real motives why he's looking for her for a half a decade after her haphazard disappearance. In the meantime, the British compatriot's heart sunk at her question and her cold, austere demeanor which he hasn't received ever from her except when they had a grave business and missions in the mental hospital. Her face grimaced momentarily.

"I'd like to know why you left me on the morning after our coq-au-vin dinner night."

Silence arched between the both adults for a quarter a minute, while the blonde opted to sort her mind to assimilate a rational, sincere response to his posed question as they got from the hammock and he escorted her inside.

"Do I need to take off my shoes?" Timothy questioned politely as he stepped in the corridor after taking off his casual charcoal black blazer, subsequently hanging it on the coat hanger.

"Sure!" Once Timothy kicked off his shoes as Jude gave him convenient, fuzzy slippers to hop up in them, he couldn't help but express his generous gratitude.

"Why thank you!"

"No need to! Would ya like anything to drink or eat?" In the interval, the former devotional holy woman walked inside the kitchen as the British compatriot escorted her without hesitance. What it flabbergasted the former ambitious man of the cloth was his right hand's drastic, haphazard change in her demeanor. From cold, austere into amiable.

"Sure! I'd like some tea." He gladly accepted her offer, sitting on the dining table, squinting up his cocoa brown eyes, fueled with pure innocence, affection and benevolence, glinting them.

What it struck the younger man first was actually the cozy, welcoming atmosphere, circling him in a warm, amicable hug! The cabin that the blonde has purchased on low price looked extraordinarily wonderful. It wasn't too big, nor too compact property. It was sufficiently expansive for a small family to live for the rest of their days. Her cabin had actually 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a living room, whereas the hall doesn't count at all.

"And back to the question, Tim!" The Bostonian pooled some water in the kettle after turning the sink's faucet and afterwards putting it to boil its water for the tea. Jude cleared coldly, dryly her throat, in order, to show more signs of her seriousness at the moment, turning to face her guest or rather, her ex-boss. "Ya wanted to know why I left Briarcliff the day after the coq-au-vin dinner night?" In the meanwhile, he bobbed docilely, faintly his head in strong agreement, seizing his berry-coloured lips in a pensive, attentive purse.

"It's also a question why you left me on the morning after without saying anything except," Timothy struggled to spell the syllables as his tongue almost crafted the stammer, taking a deep breath. "Leaving a letter on the desk of your former office?" His chocolate brown orbs glistened rather palish cocoa nuances, dappling his orbs as it once glimmered the warmest, the most vibrant and the most stunning natural chestnut brown pigment. Unconditional affliction, scarring his gaze spoke volumes and it was readily obvious for the older lady what he has been through for the last five years. His heart ached, caching the scar of the day when he was all alone, preserving on his own against the crude, unwelcoming world. Against the patriarchy. Against the society's majority of opinions which was their weapon. Against the trials. Against the desolation. Against the melancholy. Against the suicidal thoughts, immersing his whirlpool of thoughts. Against anything or anybody, blocking his way to pursue and accomplish his crucial and sole goal. Literally finding his rara avis and share with her the rest of his life with her, subsequently opening a new chapter in their own lives. The day after the British aristocrat came to the conclusion that the administrator of the mental institution was not only banished from his presence, furthermore leaving only one thing which explained her genuine motives to be no longer part of the church and its ecclesiastical duties, besides distancing herself from hurting him with the most abysmal, sinful secrets of her somber past, he could never forget what severe damage caused the heartache to him, criminally affecting him physically and mentally as if he wasn't himself again. He wasn't on his feet. The British compatriot was down with the agonizing lonesomeness, cracking his heart on trillions of flimsy and fragile crystally glass pieces, carpeting the ground.

"A very good question, Timothy!" The former religious member of the clergy chewed on her lower plump lip, quirking hesitantly her eyebrow, whilst her hands pawed the counter top. "I wanted a fresh start. I wanted my life to be much different than just as a mere nun and shitty town pump, who I used to be a long...long time ago!" She glanced at the kettle to check on the boiling water, in case, if the tea is ready nonetheless. "And I was afraid of hurting ya, because ya wouldn't want to know the real face of the right hand ya call." Solid lump budded his throat, consequently his throat muscles flexed in a choir, swallowing hard whilst the middle-aged lady wiped with the back of her petite, amusingly soft as satin hand the generous layer of perspiration, coating her temple." Ya would be ashamed and filled with disgust to bones once ya know her story." Even when the dryness accentuated her firm Bostonian accent, she was beyond profoundly touched by the former holy man's immense, altruistic enthusiasm to figure out why on the morning after she left him and the infamous mental facility.

"Of whom am I going to be ashamed and disgusted, Jude?" A sigh heaved from the top of his brittle lungs, surging its oxygen promptly, whilst the former promiscuous jazz nightclub singer was supervising the kettle. "I'm pretty confused."

"Of the town pump! Of the woman, I used to be and she's no longer inhabiting my soul! And that's why I want ya to have something better by wishing ya good luck with finding it."

"No!" The younger man persistently retaliated, incapable of handling even to flee his right hand just because by judging her grim past and what she used to be. Gloomy past with galore of licentious secrets, which almost nobody aren't supposed to hear or at least the fewest people she could trust with her life could comprehend the true meaning of her song. It was not only unduly morbidly painful for Timothy to suffer in desolation without Jude, but also if he's about to be alone and desolated by her without any explanation, he wouldn't know what are his imminent intentions. Whether the insanity sedating him deliriously or lunatical fury and frustration, brewing and cooking inside him as sole ingredients for his venomous potion, the former man of the cloth wouldn't stop the battle to fight for what's right until he receives what he truly wants.

"Excuse me? Did ya mistake anything?"

"No! I think you've mistaken your fear with your protection over me which I appreciate it, but I doubtlessly refuse to go find somebody else." As soon as the former woman of the cloth gathered an empty, unused ordinary lilly-white mug by pouring green herbal tea, she put the kettle in the sink for washing and handed the mug to her guest." Thank you!" He left aloof the mug with the hot healthy beverage on the kitchen table, whereas his pristinely long, secure fingers fidgetly played absently with the mug's flimsy porcelain material, hardly tipping it with his fingertips. "I just want you and I had enough with that bizarre, enormous adventure I was through, Jude! You don't understand my pain for these 5 years and the relief and childish, pure happiness finally embracing me with open arms," In the meanwhile, Timothy paused as his front ivory, yet firm teeth bit his upper lip boyishly, coyly. "I've had enough with searching for what I'm looking for once it's gone without any unarguable explaination. I gave everything from myself to find you and make sure to not lose you ever again."

Meanwhile, silence arched between the both former members of the church as Timothy's pale-pinkish lips parted in grazing the brittle mug's porcelain material, throughout sipping of his herbal tea as he hasn't drank anything for hours. Dehydration dried his throat and his figure.

During the unspeakable silence, the Bostonian was beyond nonplussed by her love interest's open honesty and his yearn to stay with her for the rest of their lives, regardless the circumstances. Regardless her former life as a licentious jazz nightclub singer. Regardless as a nun with a beehive of impure thoughts. Regardless her mistakes. Regardless her age which was another remarkable key why she couldn't bare a baby at such age, besides her ex has jnfected her with the vicious carnal illness and ceasing her fertility at last. Regardless anything that's almost or entity capable of changing any twinkling fragment behind the blonde's profile and image.

"First and foremost, who told ya I live here?"

"I met Frank in the bar the last night and he told me where do you live."

"Oh! That's quite interesting." Her tongue crafted wry, husky chuckle after clicking her tongue. She seated against him without averting her stare from him even if it didn't seem platonic at all. "Go ahead!"

"Even if he and I don't like each other at all, therefore he didn't bother to tell me about your current residence. And most of all, I was amused you've chosen to live in the woods all alone." Judy ducked her head lightly, her both elvish, creamy as baby skin hands pawed the kitchen table. In the corner of her eye, the only free hand of the former priest managed to take hers into his larger, secure, squeezing it tightly as there's no way he'd release the grasp. "It seems you're a big fan of the nature."

"That's definitely true! I really can't live without nature."

"What about your current occupation?" He sipped of the tea for second time.

"I'm working in an orphanage as a volunteer by helping and socializing with orphans." In the interval, the blonde relished and melted the pad of his thumb, kneading the back of her petite, pale as snow hand as it thumb kneaded gingerly the knuckles.

"That's good you're helping orphans even talking to them." What it dumbfounded Timothy was that after spending a long time behind the dull walls of an asylum, the Bostonian has actually chosen the path of aiding and communicating with orphans since she's tremendously fond of children, whether babies, kindergarteners or adolescents.

"But I'd like to know why yar still after yar rare bird," The older woman's naturally mauve, plump lips curled in the stutter, glancing at the flooring for a split second, sensing her face flushed as a blooming rose and tinting her cheeks ruddily with searing heat, crawled beneath her facial skin's cheeks. "Why ya want me when I think ya can do everything that makes you happy without me?" She emphasized the whole question, shooting an incredulous stare at him as sharp as spears.

"Because your sudden disappearance distressed me and as a youngest heir of my big, wealthy family, who's actually supposed to be raised as a catholic Latin teacher, I've chosen another path. To become a priest and pursue golden dreams alone at first." Paroxysm and shivers comprised her bones and muscles of sweetness, pleasure and warmness. Warmness, pleasure and sweetness which she hasn't earned from a representative of the opposite sex with an exception as well. The majority of the men have always brought her humongous trouble and they're solely eager to get rid off of her attires' that donned her lean with its appealing curves body and use her body for their own selfish needs, thereafter dumping her. They weren't affectionate and fond of her at all. They were solely fond of her body but just for awhile. Timothy wasn't like them. That's what Jude reckoned the ginormous difference between her one-night-stand lovers from the past and the former aspiring holy man, who's currently part of her life after half decade dissipation. "I can confess I didn't have a serious girlfriend when I was a foolish sixteen years old student. Nothing was serious back then. She broke my heart just a couple of months later when I found out she was going out with a boy, slightly older than me and with whom their relationship wasn't just platonic at all. In the beginning, I struggled to overcome the heartbreak. Even my older brothers John and Daniel tried their best to console me, but in the next couple of days, I didn't care anymore. Everything that has to do with romance for me was over. Afterwards I took a vow to not have a girlfriend or any kind of a lover for the rest of my days." Meantime, the former members of the clergy swallowed hard at the mention of romantic relationships which weren't serious during adolescence. "No girl or a woman was attractive to me. She was indifferent for me. She seemed like a normal lady, who's charismatic in her own way. They didn't seem even faithful at all."

"I can't understand why that girl from high school has abandoned ya and she went with the other boy, who was with a few years yar seniors." Judy evoked out resentfully for what Timothy's first girlfriend back in his adolescence did to her. "Yar incredibly intelligent, handsome, neat and yar kindness isn't for underestimating at all."

"But I wasn't that handsome back then in the high school days." His pale-pinkish lips parted in the jeer, winking playfully at her.

"Do not underestimate yarself, Timothy! I haven't seen any photo of yars back from yar youth even childhood to judge about ugliness."

"I'll show you pictures of me of my younger years. Believe my words, Jude!"

"Fine, fine! I'd like to know what made ya to think the ladies aren't faithful at all especially when it comes up to relationships?" They directly drifted on the same topic after the retrospective questions they tarried.

"Well, I didn't mean that all women and girls are unfaithful in relationships, because there are a few exceptions as always. After being in one relationship, it taught me so much since at such fragile age what's okay and what's not at all." In the meantime, the British aristocrat sipped of the gradually cooling green herbal tea as its healthy liquid laced his tongue and teeth. "Back then when I was just sixteen years old boy, I found out that the girls on my age have actually preferred to date older guys, whilst us, the boys, we were into girls, who were younger than us. And rarely dating somebody older than our own age."

"What about the exceptional ladies, who were rather loyal?"

"Urm, I think I've found my luck and I never regret it for chasing it up to nowadays. It's the only woman, who actually was capable of breaking my vow emphatically and unable to get out of my mind." His lips produced velvety stammer, exhaling sharply momentarily. "When I've chosen to purchase Briarcliff as the church owns it by turning it from a tuberculosis hospital in a mental hospital for lunatics as its main goal is saving wretched souls, who've lost their path to God and the light, my luck has just flourished as a spring flower after budding." In the interim, the older lady listened attentively her love interest without peeling a single word, in order to disrespect him or show any signs of remorseless contempt. A slight, hopefully optimistic smile curled across her rosy-coloured, full lips. The heart beats commenced to slack as they pulsated into her ears, amalgamating with his honeyed, British accent, jingling silver-tongued tunes. "I can perfectly recall the first time when we met and the first moment I've ever laid eyes on you and vice versa. I've realized I've met the only woman, who was able to break this spell or rather, curse. I knew it, it's you, Jude! My rara avis! And up to nowadays, I haven't regretted anything from the first day we've meet but with only one exception." She bobbed humbly, meekly her head, whilst he paused for a split second to sip of his tea. "To leave the church earlier for better and spend the rest of our lives together and marry one another by having adorable children whether with your gorgeous golden hair or your charming smile." Crystal, salty twin tears poured down on her both chubby, well-defined cheeks, quietly sobbing to herself as her heart promptly sunk at his confession. Her eyeballs tinctured sanguinely sweltering. She was beyond touched by his confession and most of all, his wish to stay with her for the rest of their days by creating their own family, marry each other and have their own children, made of their flesh and blood. On other hand, those concepts molted her flimsy heart, swathed in sheer warmness and love.

"Timothy, if ya want children or family, find somebody else who can give ya the kids! I can't give ya the kids ya want." All of a sudden, the sudden motion of her ducked head, shattered the former priest's heart as his solely free hand's fingers gripped her chin, tilting her head, in order to meet her gaze, subsequently daubing the twin tears.

"It's fine! We can be just a lovely couple and adopt children anytime, you know!"

"I'm only good for a fuck." Suddenly she released her hand from his, getting from the dining table by storming off from the kitchen, whereas Timothy sped up to follow her.

"Jude!"

"What is it, Tim?" In the interim, the former Monsignor took Jude's hand as they entered in her bedroom as the door was shut, being clung to one another against the mahogany door, squeezing firmly her elvish, warm hand into his larger, veiny. She relished the soothing warmness.

"Jude, you aren't a whore or anything associated with the sinful! You're too wonderful person with a golden and big heart to be labeled with such nickname." An optimistically alleviating smile touched his lips as his other hand cupped her cheek. Pair of coffee brown pools linking with another pair of hazelish-brown pools, locking up one another's ogles. Ogles that vibrantly contrasting each other. Optimistic and pessimistic ogles, feuding altogether. "You're the best and only thing that I've and make me genuinely happy."

The older lady swallowed hard at his words, sensing intoxication in their eye contact. Meanwhile, her solely free lean arm dangled around his muscular, broad shoulder. His warm, green tea breath brushed her facial skin by bringing her hand up to his mouth, thus pecking a tender, feather kiss on her fragile knuckles. Temporal silence consumed in the bedroom until the last drying tears of the blonde have already ebbed off her scarcely tear-stained face.

"Timothy, do you know what I want?"

"What?"

"I only want ya!" Shortly before capturing his baby pinkish lips in a hardening kiss, they took their time to admire one another's enchanting facial features as their parchment complexions barely shared inch proximity until she pressed her lips on his in a hardening, steamy kiss, resiliently silencing him by throwing her other arm around his shoulder as her both petite, milky as snow hands knitted the nape of his delicate neck. "And I was afraid of hurting ya, but it seems ya don't care about my past or the mistakes I've done!" Muffled mellow whisper escaped her lips during the sultry kiss. His both hands slithered to her waist, squeezing her slim swan curves of her lower abdomen.

"I don't care about the past and your mistakes, because they've nothing to do with the nowadays rare bird I know!"

"I love you, Timothy! I just want you and I'm afraid to lose you by making the stupidest mistake ever. To leave ya without saying anything like a scared rat." Their eyelids clutch tightly shut as they melted in the kiss.

As their kisses escalated to ferociously aggressive, their wet tongues started dueling against one another as Timothy obediently followed the kiss's rhythm, although his lack of sexual experience. Muffled sensual moans zinged their lips breathlessly. In the meanwhile, the middle-aged lady guided the former man of the cloth to the double bed without breaking off the kiss until she plugged her berry-coloured tongue inside his mouth, deepening into a French kiss as she undid delicately the buttons of his shirt as it felt like snake peeling off his skin. He clumsily played with the top buttons of her linen shirt, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know how to please you. I just don't know."

"It's alright. Feel like what is natural for ya!" The former promiscuous nightclub singer assured him cockily in low, sensual voice by unbuckling the belt of his trousers until his garments were discarded on the carpeted flooring. "I need ya so much inside me!"

Once they got rid off their garments as they were already piled on the ground as a rich multi-coloured pile with crispy autumn leaves, they were in the middle of the king-sized bed as the British compatriot's berry-coloured lips were assaulting the blonde's neck, arching it whilst cocking back her head, giving him a better access. Initially, the kisses were feather and tender until they escalated to savagely ferocious, nipping the silken skin of her neck with his ivory, still firm teeth. At the moment, her long, slim fingers played gently with his dark hair. Their breaths hitched drastically under the hex of their inebriating romance.

"Are ya completely sure ya want all this especially with me?"

"I'm more than sure, my rara avis! I'm honored you to be my first and last ever woman in my life, who truly deserves my virtue!" Shrilling moans and groans dripped from the ex-nun's damp lips, encouraging Timothy to keep on.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Meantime, his lips slithered, indicating from her neck down to her bosom until they peaked to her lacy midnight black bra, grunting disappointed as one of his hands pawed her breast through the lacy bra's fabric, relishing the fullness, firmness underneath his palm, whilst his other pristine hand unhooked her bra, tossing it on the floor along with the other discarded attires. "Treat me like yar slut, honey!" Her heart skipped a beat as his lips grazed her erected mauve, tiny nipple by suckling it by planting a doting, light kiss as his other hand massaged the full roundness of her breast. "I fucking need ya." Her cussing was oblivious for the Bostonian as she was utterly focused and dedicated to the erotic moment, she shared with her lover. His tongue circled circa her areola until he nibbled on the sensitive skin of her nipple. Her vehement moans and groans in mild embarrassing pain and pleasure floated in the background.

In the interval, his lips slipped from her hard nipple, making it way to her lacy obsidian black panties by yanking them from her pelvis until they pooled her ankles, afterwards tossing them bluntly with the pile of clothes. She spread widely her legs, giving him a better access to him to tease her rosy bundle of nerves as his wee fingernails digged in the flossy flesh of her hips, allowing him to nip her hard clit, whilst her head collapsed on the cotton pillow. Sensual moans and groans heaved from the top of her brittle lungs.

"Oh sweet Jesus! Yar astonishingly awesome!" His tongue plugged inside her core, savoring her mouth-watering juices that laced his herbal green tea-stained, interweaving completely different favors. Herbal green tea and core's fiendish juices. One of her hands cupped her breast as it thumb teased her erected nipple, whereas his teeth scrapped the bundle of nerves as his fingers clawed her labia. "I need ya inside me. Right now!" She emphasized the last words, increasing her voice decibels intentionally.

Afterwards he pushed off his wet tongue from her core by teasing with a handful of fingers her clit until he pushed them inside her core, thrusting them in and out.

"What I meant with I need ya inside me?" A rhetorical question escaped her lips which struggled to reproduce moans, groans and any syllable in the same time in a chaotic choir.

All of a sudden, he unplugged his fingers from her core after thrusting them for a handful of minutes as she snatched his boxers after running her delicate, pale hands all over his muscular, stark torso as his erected cock sprung up suddenly. Meanwhile, she positioned his member at her core, reclining on the bed as his both mammoth hands clawed her waist, whereas her both lean, still drop-dead gorgeous legs snaked around his waist. A quarter a minute before the first thrusts, they took their time to admire each other's faces, looking up at each other's faces with sheer, doubtless lust, love, desire and pleasure.

When the younger man begun thrusting inside her core, the thrusts were painful and slow as the former nun rotated her hips vigorously. Their eyes were shut, relishing the sultry moment they shared altogether. One of her hands' long, adroit as piano keys fingers was rubbing on circles her clit, while her other hand pawned her breast, breathlessly moaning and groaning. At the moment, the moans were swifter and less sorely painful as the former holy man was on top of her, their chests pressed together by running his fingers through her wild, unkempt lion mane of glossy aureate tresses, twirling and curling between his pristine fingers. Her erected nipples brushed the callous skin of his toned, bare torso. Her both elvish, milky as vanilla hands ran all over his bare, muscly bare, admiring its masculinity and muscularity which salivated her oral caverns. Every surrounding was oblivious for them even overlooked. They quickly lost control over the decibels of their wails in intoxicating pleasure and sweetness. She scrapped with her ravishing red manicured, sufficiently long fingernails his back, leaving welts and scratches all over the starkness of its skin.

"Oh fucking God! Yar awesome for first time." Jude admitted truthfully, breathlessly.

Their climaxes were approaching until a couple of final, lethal thrusts as Timothy collapsed on her naked torso, chuckling hoarsely, contently.

"Fucking Christ!" They cried out loud in unison without paying any attention to their strong language as his both colossal, secure hands cupped her cheeks. Her both lean arms were clasped around his shoulders as they were yet clung to one another. "I can confess as it's your first time, yar were awesome. I can't deny it, sweetheart!"

"I know. But Jude, can you promise me one thing?" She nodded excitedly as an inquisitive child, who's about to keep the deepest secret with his childhood friend. "To not leave me! I can't live without you." His thumbs faintly, lovingly traced her perfectly shaped, symmetric cheekbones in a swan curve. Beaming, content smiles carved upon their lips. They panted, unable to catch their breaths for a single second.

"I promise ya I won't leave ya! Never again! I can't live without ya!"

"Never again?"

"Mhm! Correct!"

"I love you very much, my rare bird!"

"I love you so much, my Timothy!"