The Nun

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: F/F
Fandom: Agatha All Along (TV)
Relationships: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal, Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal
Characters: Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, not that
slow actually, Eventual Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Humor
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-10-19 Updated: 2024-11-04 Words: 12,064 Chapters:
6/?
 The Nun
by vidalisrio

Summary

It's 1952, Romania.

A novice Sister Rio joins the abbey where Sister Agatha has been living her miserable life
ever since she could barely spell her own name. Sister Rio is put under Sister Agatha's care,
however the older woman thinks the novice is the devil.

Is she, though?

Notes

this work is dedicated entirely to my lover, my girlfriend, my whole universe.

this is for you, manu.

 1952
Chapter Summary

this is an alternate universe where Rio and Agatha are nuns... and yes, the time and
location are a reference for the movie The Nun, but other than that there's nothing more
from the movie. also, a few things in this fic are canon, others are almost(?) canon and
of course the rest is just me.

Chapter Notes

i havent proofread this yet and i wrote this at 3am so... anyway enjoy the reading i guess

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Cârța Monastery, Romania.

Agatha never really liked the place where her parents dumped her.

It was a cold place, where the sun would always forget to appear and the rainy clouds would
never want to leave. The landscape was just a massive gray color palette anywhere you’d
look, no matter the time of day or the season of the year, the place around the monastery was
just a sad feeling when looked at. Even the people somehow managed to look a grayish color.

And since the subject changed to the people: Agatha wouldn’t even start to list the number of
problems she had with them. They were just too reserved, barely exchanging greeting words
with you. Agatha didn’t know if they were like that all around the country or it was just the
people around. Even sometimes when Agatha had to leave the abbey with the other nuns to
go over the village and the people would simply avoid even looking at them.

And the worst of it all: Agatha was forced to become a nun at a young age, thrown away to a
strange country by her parents, and since that day they never even wrote a single letter to her.
She didn’t know the language, and to be honest, barely even knew her own native tongue.

The Abbess made sure to apply punishments every time Agatha didn’t know a world or
thought for too long before responding to the older woman. Sometimes, those punishments
were verbal; cursing little Agatha names the girl knew it wasn’t good. Sometimes, they were
mental; The Abbess would forbid any other nun to make contact with Agatha until she
learned her lesson, though there was never any lesson to be learned — Agatha would never
break any rule. And sometimes, the punishments were physical.

“... let him chastise the wicked and the hard of heart, and the proud and disobedient at the
very first offense with stripes and other bodily punishments, knowing that it is written: “The
fool is not corrected with words”,” The Abbess would recite the Rule of Saint Benedict.

Agatha would never know why she needed to be cured.

Time has passed and Agatha has learned to predict when to be quiet to avoid punishments,
when she needed to vocalize words or when she had to pretend to be invisible. She has
learned to never look another nun in the eye and to never direct a word to another nun unless
extremely needed or asked. Instead of socializing, she would spend her days doing chores
around the abbey (mainly in the garden or the kitchen), praying in the chapel or in her room,
wishing her life was different.

A knock on her door took Agatha by surprise, and without waiting for an answer, a nun
entered her room.

“The Abbess is calling for you in the Refectory,” Sister Adina said, leaving the room as soon
as she delivered the message.

And so, Agatha fast-walked unwillingly towards the Refectory, having to cross the entire
monastery in a rush so she wouldn’t have to be punished for taking too long to arrive. Having
the Sister Superior calling for Agatha was not something usual for her, as she was seen as
unreliable, a rebel and problematic. Though the hardest punishments were always in the
presence of The Abbess, so Agatha had begun thinking about what she had done wrong in the
past days. She did nothing.

“Sister Agatha,” The Abbess called as soon as Agatha entered the room, her accent heavy and
raw.

In the middle of the room was The Abbess, an imponent woman whose figure would send
chills all over Agatha’s body every time they were in the same room, and even worse when
The Abbess was directly interacting with Agatha. Like she was doing at the moment. It could
be, perhaps, the cold look of her eyes, that seemed as no warmth has ever entered her orbits.
If not, then her grayish pale skin that would resemble a marble statue made in hell;
expressionless and harsh.

“Sister Superior,” Agatha greeted the woman back, approaching carefully.

Behind the woman, almost hidden by the great figure in front of Agatha, was another nun. A
nun unrecognizable by Agatha, who would recognize and still remember the faces of every
nun that has passed and lived in the abbey. That was a new one. That nun failed to look into
Agatha's eyes, choosing to stare at the dark stone floor, as if the floor was way more
fascinating for the novice to watch than to look into another person. Though there was
something off about her.
And she was afraid. Well, she looked afraid. Almost theatrical, if Agatha would pay close
attention to the novice.

“Meet Sister Rio,” The Abbess stepped aside, letting the other woman be completely visible
to Agatha. “She is in your care from now on.”

“My c-care?” Agatha stuttered.

New Sisters were usually put in the care of the older ones (not that Agatha had that particular
memory as something personal to her, given The Abbess had left Agatha under no one’s care
but her own), and Agatha was nowhere near what you would call an “old Sister”, in age or
experience.

“Is that a problem for you, Sister Agatha?” Her harsh tone was already an indicator of what
was to come if Agatha responded that it was, indeed, a problem. Agatha watched Sister
Superior clench her fists, waiting for Agatha's next words.

“No, Sister Superior,” Agatha is quick to reply, her eyes trying to run from The Abbess’ ones.

“Great,” The Abbess then gave the other woman a look and motioned her head towards
Agatha, implying that the novice should walk over to Agatha, and she did, staying just behind
her. “Sister Rio's room will be the one to your left. Whatever you do, she will do it, too.
Wherever you go, she will go, too. If she breaks a rule, you will be punished, too. If you
break a rule, she will be punished twice as hard. Understood?”

Agatha nodded her head, not being able to look into The Abbess’ eyes. “Yes, Sister
Superior.” And then she stood in her place until the horrifying woman was no longer in her
eyesight.

A few seconds passed before Agatha remembered the existence of the novice behind her.

Agatha turned her body to look at Sister Rio, who casually studied the Refectory, as if she
was trying to record every detail of the Refectory in her mind, looking for a missing clue to
solve an imaginary problem. Whatever it was that she was looking for, the darkness of the
room with only a few candles lit wouldn't let her find it. Her dark brown eyes wandered
curiously around the place, until it landed on Agatha. The older woman could swear
something shifted in the young's eyes, she just wasn't sure it was something good.

Her eyes didn’t leave Agatha’s until the older woman felt the urge to look away.

“You don’t look afraid anymore,” Agatha commented, locking back her eyes with the novice.

“Why? Should I be?” Sister Rio asked, showing a smile that others would take it as an
innocent one. Agatha didn’t.

“Yes,” Agatha simply said.

“Of you?” Sister Rio smirked, a hint of curiosity and sarcasm in her voice.

“No. Of everyone else,” Agatha responded. “Now follow me, please.”

 Agatha had passed through the tall novice, heading back to the dormitories. It was almost
bedtime, and if the Sisters would catch them away from bed Sister Rio would already
experience the hell that Agatha does in the abbey.

Agatha would turn her head a few times to make sure Sister Rio was following her, and she
was, though with a smiling face that looked more of a sinful than a happy one. Agatha
thought, for a second, that there was nothing wrong with Sister Rio, that she was just reading
into things. Agatha was never one to be around people, so it could be just that. Right? No.

That novice was the work of the devil, and she was sure of that by the very first second their
eyes met.

And then, Agatha cursed the day she was born.

Sister Rio would be her ruin.

Chapter End Notes

i hope yall liked it :) i'll try to update this fic as quick as i can, but i do have a busy life,
so pls have patience!
 You shall not steal
Chapter Notes

so, for those not used to catholic stuff: a habit is that robe thing that nuns wear, and the
apostolnik is that veil that covers the head

and a funfact, just like aubrey and kathryn, i also studied at a catholic school (and i'm
still to this day terrified of nuns

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“This is your room,” Agatha said as she opened the heavy wooden door of Sister Rio’s room.
She turned to the novice to give the rest of the instructions for the day, trying to be as clear as
she could be. “Mine is to your right. In a few minutes you will hear the last bell of the day,
it’ll be the eighth hour past midday, our bedtime. At the fifth hour after midnight you will
sound the first bell of the day. You wake up, get dressed and join me in the Refectory. Is that
clear?”

“Clear as the day, Agatha.”

“Sister Agatha,” Agatha corrected. “You will call me Sister Agatha. I’m not your friend.”

Sister Rio nodded her head, being serious for the first time since she arrived.

Agatha wished her a good night and closed the door of her room, heading towards her own
while praying that Sister Rio wouldn’t be as problematic for Sister Agatha as she was
guessing.

Agatha was already up when the first bell of the day rang.

She carefully put on her well ironed habit, tied her hair so the apostolnik would fit correctly
and put on her sandals. If anything in her wearings were out of order, it was a reason for
punishment. And to be honest, Agatha liked that part of the day — the part of wearing clean
and warm clothes, not the punishments. It felt like something in her day that she could
control, even if… Well, she was obliged to wear those things every day.

As she got out of her room, she watched a few other nuns making their way to the Refectory,
except for Sister Rio. Agatha waited for two minutes and still nothing, even after knocking
on her door.

“I think your pupil is already at the Refectory,” Sister Viorela commented, trying her best in
English as she passed through Agatha. “I'm positive I saw her getting out of the room before
the bell rang.”

“Thank you, Sister,” Agatha said, rushing to the Refectory while mentally cursing at least ten
generations of Sister Rio’s family.

Sister Viorela, unlike the rest of the abbey, had never disliked or hurt Agatha. The days where
her punishment was of being forbidden to eat, Viorela would steal bread from the kitchen and
give it to her (of course, later she would pray at least ten times the Our Father prayer or the
Hail Mary). She would always say that she'd rather break one of the Ten Commandments
than let another living being suffer, and that God's real teaching was something like that.
Agatha was lucky that it was Sister Viorela the one to ring the bells that day, because if it was
any other nun, Agatha was already damned.

Agatha searched for Sister Rio as soon as she reached the Refectory, unable to find her. The
novice nun was not like the other nuns, she wasn't gray. There was something in her that the
others lacked, so finding her between the others should be an easy task.

Lord, I ask for your forgiveness in advance, for if I find this woman, she is a dead nun,
Agatha thought to herself, trying her hardest to keep her patience.

In the middle of her way back to the dormitories, she bumped into Sister Rio, who calmly
walked towards the Refectory. The nun gave Agatha an innocent smile. “Good morning,
Agatha.”

“Sister Agatha,” Agatha corrected her, again. “Where were you?”

“My room,” Sister Rio replied, a devilish tone in her voice.

“Didn't you hear the bell? I've been waiting at your door for Lord knows how long!”

“I might have overslept,” Sister Rio said, putting her hands behind her body just like a
troublemaking child.

Just as Agatha was about to repress her actions, she remembered Sister Viorela saying that
Sister Rio was already out of her room before the first bell had even begun ringing. So
Agatha approached the novice, looking deeply into the Sister's eyes, trying to find something,
anything as to why she would lie to her. Rio's body, however, never betrayed her own self.
Her eyes would move in the direction of Agatha's, and nothing more. No glimpse of guilt or
fear.

And then, Agatha gave up trying to look for something. For now.

“By the time we reach the Refectory, the time for our breakfast will already be over,” Agatha
started, walking towards the gardens, where they would have to do that day's chores. “They
don't mind you skipping one meal, but do not make it a habit. Tomorrow, wake up in time.”

“Can I have a tour?” Sister Rio asked, deciding to ignore Agatha completely. Her voice came
from behind Agatha. The older sister stopped, surprised by the question.

“A tour?”
“Yes, around the monastery.”

“Do you think this is a vacation place?” Agatha said, her tone was harsh. That kind of voice
was something she would rarely use. “This is a place where you pray, you do your chores,
and you sleep.”

“Yes, I understand… but what if I get lost?” Sister Rio’s voice changed, as if using a soft
voice would change something in Agatha’s decision.

“You’re not getting lost. You follow me wherever I go, and I always know where I'm going.”

“Yes, but what if I still get lost?”

Agatha stopped one more time. Her breath was deep and paused. “If you manage to get lost,
then find your way back.”

Sister Rio opened her mouth one more time, but closed it before she could say anything to get
Agatha any angrier. She could see the look in Agatha’s face, so she decided it was best to
give up.

As soon as they made their way to the garden, Agatha entered the tiny shack on the opposite
side of the garden and grabbed one pair of a few gardening tools, such as towels, rakes and
weeders. When Agatha came back to Sister Rio, she saw the novice with an honest smile.
Not the devilish or the troublemaking ones.

“What?” Agatha asked, surprised by her smile.

“I really like gardening,” she said in a low voice, almost as if she was afraid to show how
excited she was to… get her hands dirty. That was the second time Sister Rio had surprised
her. “So… what do we do?”

“Uh... First we harvest what is already mature enough,” Agatha looked around the garden,
she hadn't been doing chores in the garden for the last six days. “The lettuce and the cabbage
can already be harvested. I'm not sure about the carrots, but we'll see. Then we plant the new
seeds and look around for unwanted weeds.”

“That'll be fun!” Sister Rio said, the sleeves of her habit already rolled up.

For the rest of the morning they worked as a functional team, helping each other with the
harvesting, but also doing separate chores in the garden, so it would all be done faster.
Sometimes, Sister Rio would take a few quick glances at Sister Agatha, thinking the older
nun wouldn't catch her. Agatha did, though she pretended she didn't.

Sister Agatha would also watch Sister Rio, but with a purpose! She had to make sure the
novice was doing a good job, otherwise they would have to re-do the job. Agatha only didn't
realize Sister Rio didn't need any supervision when it came to doing something related to the
earth. Unlike before, Sister Rio looked almost ethereal in the garden, even enjoying getting
her habit dirty and singing to herself a few song Agatha didn't recognize. And of course she
wouldn't, Agatha could only remember music related to God. Nothing at all close to what
Sister Rio was singing, judging by the lyrics Agatha could hear.

“Is it like this everyday?” Sister Rio asked as she helped Agatha putting the tools back on the
shack. She seemed genuinely curious, which made Agatha look at her with a curiosity of her
own. What was it? One hour her behavior was devilish, the next hour it was just a curious
simple human.

“No, it’s not,” Agatha said. They walked back inside the abbey, heading towards the washing
room, near the dormitories and the laundry room. “Today's Saturday, the Day of Preparation.
In the morning we do chores and prepare for the Sabbath. In the afternoon we take our time
for personal prayers and reflection, and in the night we celebrate the end of the week with a
festive meal. Each day is a different day for us.”

“We spend our entire afternoon praying?”

“Yes.”

“That is… boring,” Sister Rio said. She washed her hands while Agatha studied her.

“What are you?” Agatha asked. She was not a real nun, that was for sure.

“What are you talking about? I'm Rio,” she said. Agatha couldn't see Sister Rio's entire face,
but she still managed to catch that troublemaking smile once again. “Sister Rio, if you'd like.”

“Not who you are, but what you are.”

Sister Rio stopped washing her hands. She put one hand in the sink as she turned her body to
have a better angle of Agatha. Her face, one more time, expressionless. After Agatha
continued to wait for an answer, Sister Rio approached her carefully, the retribution of
Agatha's eyes studying the nun as she was then doing the same.

“I'm a nun, Agatha,” Sister Rio said, mouthing her name as if it was sinful of her to do so.

“Sister Agatha,” Agatha corrected her, for the third time. “Just by the fact that you don't call
me Sister means that you're not a real nun, so… what are you?”

Agatha didn't step back when Sister Rio got closer. Instead, she did the same. Their bodies
were almost touching, something electrical sparked in the room.

“They tried death by hanging,” Sister Rio said, and a tiny smile broke out of her. “They also
tried death by fire and by drowning. Neither of those worked, so now I'm locked up in here.”

Sister Rio stood there, in front of Agatha, waiting for Agatha’s reaction.

Agatha laughed. “The three witches trial,” she said. “Fine, you won't tell me what you are.
Tell me what you want, then.”

“To escape, obviously.”

 “Obviously,” Agatha chuckled. Since she wouldn't get the truth out of the woman, she gave
up. It was a waste of time spending the entire day in the room just to get an answer. An
honest answer.

“How about you?” Sister Rio asked. Her eyes looked at Agatha up and down, searching for
something Agatha wouldn't know.

“I am a nun,” Agatha said, stepping back a few paces until her hand touched the door handle.

“How long have you been living here?” Sister Rio asked just as Agatha had opened the door
for them to leave the room.

“Too long,” she said.

Chapter End Notes

starting this week i'll have a busy schedule until christmas so updates will get slower,
but i'll still update! i promise!
 The (Witches') Sabbath
Chapter Notes

this chap's gonna be a little bit heavy so idk take care i guess and im sorry for that! also
proofread is on the way, so pls dont mind the mistakes

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“This is a great meal,” Sister Rio observed, drinking a large amount of wine from her glass.
“No wonder it's before Sabbath, you must spend your whole day on a shitty hungover.”

“We do not drink to get drunk,” Agatha said. “We drink as a part of the festive meal.”

“Do you know witches also have a Sabbath?” Sister Rio said, whispering into Agatha’s ear as
if she was sharing one more of their little secrets that the other nuns couldn't listen to. “It’s
called “Witches’ Sabbath” and of course it is. Very descriptive… You'd think witches are
known for their creative minds, but we’re not.”

“Again with the witches?” Agatha asked, letting a tipsy smile break from the seriousness of
herself.

“It has more wine than this,” she added, ignoring Agatha.

Agatha looked at her. The woman was still suspicious, and the jokes about being a witch
wouldn't help, but she had to be honest about something: it wasn't as hard to have Sister Rio
around her like she thought. Yes, she had spent less than twenty four hours with the woman,
and perhaps she is no nun at all, but if she would harm Agatha, she would've by now, right?

“Yours is tastier, though.”

“We make our own wine,” Agatha explained. “Well, this one we're drinking was made by the
nuns that lived here a few decades ago.”

“This could be a good life,” Sister Rio said, grabbing Agatha's glass of wine to drink it.

Agatha laughed at her commentary. She had never felt something nearly as good there, and
she did anything to just live a normal life. Sister Rio wouldn't last a week there if she wasn't
under her care.

“You should go easy on the wine,” Agatha recommended as a whisper, trying to grab her
glass of wine (now just a glass, no wine) back.

“You should go easy… on me,” Sister Rio said, her words already getting mixed up. Her face
got too close to Agatha’s, that felt her whole body burn for a reason she didn’t want to know
why.

The other nuns were too busy drinking, eating and talking to notice the novice starting to get
too tipsy for her own good. Agatha was thankful for being the invisible outcast at times like
that; she only needed to be a little careful not to attract too much attention to herself, making
others realize she existed. If Agatha was like the rest of the nuns, the novice would’ve
already been caught for having too much wine.

“I told you not to drink too much wine,” Agatha scolded Sister Rio, though still helping her
get back to the dormitories. Luckily enough, the other nuns were still at the Refectory
enjoying the rest of the evening before the bell to notice the novice staggering out of the
place.

“I needed to have some fun, Agatha,” Sister Rio said, almost not being able to properly
speak. “I am locked up in this fucking prision, you know…”

“Ah, yes. Because you're a witch, aren't you?” Agatha smiled, even drunk Sister Rio still had
that witch story up on her mind.

Agatha opened the novice's room and helped the young woman get into bed, noticing the
broken window above it. She made sure Rio had at least her sandals and apostolnik out of her
so she could sleep comfortably. It was the first time Agatha had seen Sister Rio's hair, and
well… Agatha didn't want to think about it more than she had to. But, in other words, Rio
looked more human with her hair free, more beautiful than normal… She looked reachable.
Sister Rio's eyes wouldn't leave Agatha’s face for one second, watching as the older took care
of the drunk one. Later she grabbed the neatly folded blanket and put it on Sister Rio, so she
wouldn't get cold in the night.

“I bet you are a witch, too. Aren't you?” Sister Rio asked, looking deeply into Agatha’s eyes
before softly closing her own. “You’re too pretty to be just a human.”

“Sure, Rio.”

Agatha couldn't sleep.

She could blame the alcohol for it. Lord knows how much she wanted to blame it on the
drink, call it a day and sleep her way into the next morning. Instead, she sat on bed, waiting
for the moon to disappear and bring the sun back. So the bell could ring, she could leave her
room and distract her mind with a million other things.

The sound of a creaking door brought Agatha out of her melancholy thoughts. She took a
deep breath before stepping out of bed. She knew exactly who’s door the room belonged to.
Agatha didn’t have a watch, but by her count it should be midnight. So if she was right, why
the hell was Sister Rio out of her room? Wasn’t she too drunk to even talk properly? Was that
a lie, too? Is her name even Rio or had she lied about that as well?
“That lying bitch,” Agatha cursed Sister Rio, watching the novice along the corridor.

She followed the young woman for just a few meters before Agatha started hearing steps and
voices, saying that the nun that was out of bed was near them. Agatha could recognize one of
those voices anywhere in that place, between every other voice.

The Abbess.

Her body froze for what felt like hours (it was just seconds) before running to Rio and
pushing her to the door next to her, it was the laundry.

“Stay there,” she said, hoping the novice had heard it.

There was no time for Agatha to come back to her own bed, and since they already knew that
a nun was out of bed it could only get worse. They could search for the nun and Agatha
didn’t want to think what they would do to a novice that was on her second day already
causing trouble. Agatha, on the other hand, was already used to it. She didn’t mind it
anymore.

The Abbess turned to the corridor Agatha was in and found her there.

“Sister Agatha,” The Abbess sounded almost disappointed when she found Agatha in her
underwear. “Not only are you away from bed, but almost naked in such a blessed place?”

“I uh-”

Agatha saw the door handle from the laundry room moving, and she quickly put the weight
of her body at the door, preventing Rio from getting out now. There was no reason for The
Abbess to punish the two of them.

But then, she remembered.

“...If you break a rule, she will be punished twice as hard.”

“And drunk,” The Abbess took Agatha's action of protecting Rio as if she was drunk and it
was not good for Agatha. She just wished that Sister Superior wouldn’t remember- “Call for
Sister Rio, her pupil.”

She remembered.

“Sister Superior, please. Leave her out of it,” Agatha pleaded.

“You knew the rule, Sister Agatha,” The Abbess came closer, and all Agatha could think was
that Sister Rio could not try to leave the laundry room. “Have you forgotten so fast?”

“She is asleep, she is a good nun. Please.”

The Abbess looked at Agatha, though Agatha couldn’t do the same. She couldn’t see her
expression, if she was enjoying it (of course, she was) or if she had the usual stoned cold
face.
“You’re not good, though.”

I’m not good.

Agatha lost all the strength she had just by trying to look at The Abbess and fell down, her
heart racing and trying to control a tear while still making sure Rio wouldn’t get out of the
room.

Years of punishments made Agatha lose every spark of joy and brightness she had in her.
Actually, Agatha couldn’t remember a single memory of her being happy, where she could
recall it and think how good it was to be living. She didn’t know how her life before the
monastery was, but if her parents had thrown her there, she mustn’t have been a good person,
had she? Now, penance was everything Agatha knew and everything she had. She was good
at being punished.

She didn’t know Sister Rio — she was certain that woman wasn’t even a nun by now — but
Agatha wouldn’t let her fate be Rio’s same one.

“Please,” Agatha begged. “Have mercy on her.”

The Abbess stood in complete silence in front of Agatha, until she took a deep breath.

“It is already Sabbath,” she said. “I don’t want to overwork my nuns by punishing two.”

“Thank you, Sister Superior.”

“Let that be a warning, Sister Agatha. You make mistakes and others will pay,” she said,
going back to where she came from. The two nuns behind her, though, grabbed Agatha by
her arms and led her down the next stairs, to one of the basements.

That specific basement was what Agatha used to call the Penance Room. The room was, like
almost everything in the monastery, surrounded by a stone gone dark by the time. There was
nothing more than an old cabinet filled with disciplines in that room with no windows and a
small lamp that could barely light the place. A discipline was a small whip, usually with
seven cords to symbolize the seven deadly sins and the seven virtues and three knots on each
cord to represent the number of days Jesus had spent in the tomb. That instrument was made
for self-flagellation.

Agatha knelt in the middle of the room, already knowing the process of what she had to do.
She took her top underwear off of her and grabbed the discipline that was handed to her from
one of the nuns.

She closed her eyes and hit herself in the back for the first time in months.

“Are you ashamed?” The other nun asked.

And here is the trick. The nuns will ask you if you’re ashamed of your sinful acts (yes,
apparently getting out of bed at night is a sin for those nuns), and they will stop forcing you
to self-flagellate. Though, they will not believe you are ashamed if you say that you are. You
have to be on the brink of collapse for them to accept your response and make you stop.
“No.”

“Another.”

Agatha hit herself one more time. Her lips were already starting to get swollen by her bites in
order to prevent the screams of pain. She felt a liquid running down her back, not needing to
see it to know what was that.

“Are you ashamed?”

“No.”

“Another.”

And Agatha, just like the old times, wished her parents had never dumped her in that old and
cold place. She wished her parents loved her enough to go back and ask for her, saying they
were sorry and that everything was going to be ok again. She wished she could go back in
time and try to be a good person, even if she didn’t know what she did to deserve all of this.

“Are you ashamed?”

“No.”

“Another.”

She felt the red liquid that ran down her back already at her feet, a cold sensation to numb the
heat of her body trying to understand what was happening to her. Even every cell of her body
should be hating her at that moment, having to work harder to keep her own body breathing.

“Are you ashamed?”

“No.”

“Another.”

By the tenth hit (or more, she really wasn’t counting) she couldn’t feel the pain anymore, no
sting, nothing. Agatha could barely stand in her place, and that was the best part of it, not
having to feel anything. With all honesty, she was praying to collapse soon so she could be
carried to bed and spend the entire day in her room, like what she used to do after the
penance. Her vision was already blurry, not sure if it was because of the pain or the tears.

She also wasn’t sure whether her pleas were just in her mind or if her voice was actually
trying to reach the two humans above her.

“Are you ashamed?”

When the First Bell rang, Agatha could barely move, let alone get up. Did she even manage
to sleep? She didn’t know. Agatha was in no position to think about anything at the moment.
 Minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Agatha waited for a nun to enter, but instead
there was just another knock. “Enter, please.”

It was Rio.

Sister Rio was the first person to respect her privacy and wait for Agatha’s response to open
the door.

“I waited for you,” Sister Rio said, looking down, almost ashamed of looking directly at
Agatha. Agatha let out a chuckle for the irony. “We should eat.”

“I’m skipping today’s meal,” Agatha said, closing her eyes. She just wanted to sleep. “Next
time you’re getting out of your room at bedtime, be careful.”

Agatha had no answer, and for a moment she thought Sister Rio had gone to the Refectory.
She hadn’t eaten yesterday’s breakfast, so it wasn't healthy to keep skipping meals. But, to
Agatha’s surprise, when she opened her eyes there she was, Sister Rio sat on the cold floor,
looking so small while watching Agatha. Her eyes were different, soft.

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

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“Can I ask you something?” Sister Rio asked, her mouth full of bread and water.

Agatha looked at her, waiting for one of her million questions.

It had been one week since Agatha’s punishment, and after that Rio wouldn’t leave her side
not even for one minute. The good part was that she wouldn’t have to worry about her getting
out of the room and doing whatever she was trying to do at night. The bad part was that Sister
Rio wouldn’t stop asking and talking about things not even for one second for the entire day.
But Agatha wouldn’t complain. She never had someone so close to her all the time, no one
but The Abbess could speak English on a day-to-day basis, just a few sentences. Having
someone that could understand you felt uncomfortable, but in a good way Agatha couldn’t
describe it.

“How long have you been here?”

“I’ve already answered that,” Agatha said, slicing an apple to share it with Rio.

“No. You said “too long”. That’s no answer,” Rio said.

“It is an answer for me.”

“But I want to get to know you,” Rio complained, getting closer to Agatha while pouting.

Agatha looked around the Refectory just to make sure no one was observing their interaction.
Not that there was anything wrong with it, Agatha had that thought in mind. They were just
talking.

“You spent a whole week glued to me,” Agatha noted. “I think you do know me.”

“I know you’re a grumpy woman with some serious issues and a personality too difficult to
deal with, though somehow I like it. I know you don’t like people talking to you in the
morning, and you should know I still talk to you in the morning because I kinda like
annoying you. I know you, but…” Rio stopped looking at Agatha, somehow her bread started
to get really interesting for her. “I want to know why you’re like that.”

Agatha sighed. Well, if they’re going to spend everyday together, she might as well tell Rio a
few things.

“I’ve been here for thirty-three years,” she said.

Rio’s eyes had widened as her mouth opened. “That is my age! I can’t believe you’ve been
suffering for so long.”

“It’s not always bad.” Yes, it was.

“But if you’ve been here for that long… How old were you when you got here?”

“Too many questions,” Agatha said, waiting for Rio to finish.

“What? You’re going to answer me one thing and that’s it?” Rio looked wrathful, as if
Agatha had done a terrible thing in front of her. “I know! Each time the bell rings, you
answer me something.”

Rio was such a child. Not that Agatha could remember how most of the infants acted, since
she couldn't remember interacting with a child in her life and the only other kid she had met
was Sister Viorela when they both were childs, but she still thought of Rio as childish. She
liked it, though. Rio made her smile. Agatha had laughed more in a week with her than thirty-
three years in that place. “And you’re telling me nothing?”

“I already told you my age,” Rio said, getting up from the table so they could go to the
chapel.

“I didn’t ask about your age.”

“You're cheeky. You know that, right?” Agatha didn’t answer, just gave Rio a small smile.
“Alright, what do you want to know?”

“Your real name. And no lies, please.”

Rio laughed and Agatha hit her soon after. They were just about to enter a chapel full of nuns.
They could not talk loud and even less laugh out loud. When they entered, they both went to
the most distant bench and knelt before that same bench. Agatha put her palms together and
closed her eyes, and soon she felt Rio doing the same.

“My name really is Rio,” she whispered low enough that even Agatha had trouble listening to
her voice. “I can’t believe you just wasted your question like that.”

“I had to make sure!”

After they left the chapel, where Agatha wouldn’t admit she had never prayed so hard like
that before and in which both of them agreed to pause the questioning to not make the nuns
angry, the two women went straight to the kitchen. That day was their day to prepare the
festive meal for the Sabbath, a chore Agatha liked to do, surprisingly. There was no nun at
the kitchen by the time the two arrived there, so Agatha got in charge and started looking
around for the ingredients while Rio waited patiently for Agatha to start giving her orders.

“So, the main course will be roasted chicken with vegetables, and thankfully the other nuns
already put it in the ovens, we just have to watch them,” Agatha's attention was entirely to the
menu list. Rio's eyes couldn't leave Agatha. “We have to make rice pilaf, green salad and
hummus for the pita bread.”

“Just the two of us?”

“No, the other nuns will join us. Also, we have to make sure nothing goes wrong. Sister
Viorela is coming back from her trip to Bucharest so I want to make a good meal for her.”

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why does it need to be good for her?” Rio asked, approaching Agatha with her arms
crossed. Agatha had absolutely no idea what was happening.

“She’s been helping me ever since I arrived here. We are the same age and she helped for all
of those years,” Agatha answered with frowned eyes towards Rio.

“Where was she when you got spanked by the nuns?”

Agatha let out a chuckle at Rio's wording, but at the same time she was making Agatha so
confusing she had even put the menu list on the table to pay attention to Rio’s questioning.
“She had left for the trip.”

“She didn’t help you, then. I did,” Rio said, and while Agatha was finding it all funny and
confusing, Rio’s face got into a state of seriousness and wouldn’t change it for nothing. By
the time Rio stopped getting closer, they were less than a meter away from each other. Then,
something clicked on Agatha’s mind.

“Can I just say you were the reason I got spanked by them?”

“Those are just details! I’ve already told you I’m sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter. Why are you so mad I want to make a tasteful meal for Sister Viorela?”

“I…” Rio didn’t respond. She stepped back and turned her body away from Agatha. Agatha
could see Rio’s chest up and down on deep breaths before the younger woman turned again.
Before Rio could say something, the bell rang. “Time for a question, Agatha. You start.”

Agatha stood there, in silence. Rio was completely out of herself. Should she help her?
Should Agatha tell Rio what the younger one wanted to hear?
“Uh- Favorite color?”

“Green. Now my question: are you and Viorela together?”

“I told you she’s coming back from a trip. How can we be together if she’s that far?”

Before Agatha and Rio could continue, the other nuns tasked with the same chore entered the
kitchen, talking in their language about the weather. Apparently it’s going to rain the whole
week. How do they know that? Agatha didn’t know. How could someone look at the clouds
and guess the weather for the entire week? And alright, they could read it in a newspaper
perhaps, but there was no newspaper around the monastery. Agatha then guessed it was by
the time they would go to the village to buy a few products for them.

Not that Agatha would know about that, too. The Abbess and her most confident nuns would
never let Agatha go out to the village.

“You make salad,” the older nun, one of the five that entered the kitchen, ordained Agatha.
“Your pupil makes salad, too.”

“I hate when they call me your pupil,” Rio whispered with an angry tone while going to the
dish cabinet and grabbing a bowl to make the salad.

“That’s what you are, love.” Agatha let out a provocative smile, in which Rio glared at her
with a knife as an empty threat.

Rio worked in silence for the entire time they were in the kitchen, only doing what the older
nuns would tell her, and only speaking to Agatha she needed a translation for when the other
nuns would speak to her in Romanian. Rio was a foreigner just like Agatha, though Agatha
had lived there long enough to learn their language.

“Are you alright?” Agatha asked, honestly starting to get worried about Rio.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be? I’m perfectly fine.”

Agatha frowned, but she had let it pass that time.

Until the bell rang again.

“Your time to ask first.”

“Your favorite color?” Rio asked, not taking her eyes out of the lettuce. It was good that she
didn’t take her eyes out of it, actually. She could cut herself and Agatha wouldn’t want that.

“Purple. Now tell me, why are you so quiet?”

“I’m hungry,” she answered, starting to cut the lettuce too aggressively. Poor lettuce, it did
nothing to receive that.
“Are you lying?”

“See, now you’re being greedy. You agreed on just one question and that’s another,” Rio said,
looking at her for the first time in one hour. “You ask me that in the next hour and I’ll
answer.”

The next hour came by and when the bell rang they were dining with the nuns in the
Refectory. After this bell there was only two other times to ring on that day. Not that Agatha
was expecting any kind of question, she was just calculating how many random questions she
had answered by then. Given that they had to stop the questioning in the chapel, Agatha had
to answer around ten silly random questions.

When Agatha looked at Rio, she saw the novice looking at Sister Viorela, who was at the
other side of the Refectory talking with two other nuns. She had no expression on her face, as
if she was simply observing the other nun.

“The bell rang,” Agatha commented. Rio had barely touched her meal, such a dramatic
woman. “Are you lying?”

Rio shrugged. “I’m not even speaking right now, how could I be lying?”

Agatha said nothing, just looked at Rio and waited for an answer.

“Yes, I am lying. My question now. What do you think of me?”

That question took Agatha out of her comfort self. She was expecting some random question
that would make Agatha answer in a heartbeat, not something she had to stop and think
about.

Now, what did Agatha think of Rio?

Rio was irritating, talkative and too smart to be a good thing. But Agatha didn't think that was
what Rio wanted to hear, those things were too generic. Agatha thought Rio wanted to hear
something Agatha wouldn't say to many people. And Agatha did think many people were
irritating.

“I don't know what I think of you,” Agatha said with honesty. “But you make me laugh, and
spending every single minute with you makes my days better.”

That was the first time Rio had looked at Agatha ever since dinner started. “I thought you
hated me.”

That sentence made a turn in Agatha's heart.

“I don't hate you, I'm just… hard to let people come closer.”

That wasn't entirely a lie, though Agatha wouldn't know that it was actually true. The nuns in
the abbey wouldn’t even talk to her unless needed, let alone try to come closer to her. Even
Sister Viorela, who had helped Agatha in all of those years wouldn't be considered close to
her. Not in the way she felt with Rio.

“Thank you for letting me in.”

The next bell rang.

They were in the bathroom preparing to go to bed.

Agatha was in the shower while Rio was in the one next to her and when they heard the bell,
both of them instantly turned to another. The curtain separating the showers hid most of Rio’s
face, except for her eyes. Her eyes that looked like stars had made them their home. How
could Agatha have even thought of Rio as devilish when Agatha had met her? Agatha knew
Rio was smiling because of her eyes. And don’t even start about her smile.

It was about when Rio smiled and all Agatha could think was how weird that her smile could
make Agatha’s heart do flips on her chest. Or when she felt something weird on her stomach,
something like butterflies flying inside her. Or how her laugh would make Agatha's lips
involuntarily open in a smile. Agatha secretly loved Rio's smiles and the sound of her laughs.
She was damned.

But Agatha wanted to hear the answer. “Why were you lying?” Agatha asked.

“I was afraid to tell the truth,” Rio said. “Why are you insisting?”

“I want you to tell me,” Agatha answered. Rio knew what Agatha was talking about.

Agatha kept her eyes on Rio and Rio did the same for a few seconds before they got back to
cleaning themselves. Neither said anything more for the rest of the showering, and they also
kept silent when ironing their clothing for the next day. And then when it was time for their
good nights, neither wanted to be the first to say it.

There was one more question, though.

Agatha sat on her bed and glazed at the door, watching for any sign of movement. She waited
for the bell to ring.

Any minute now.

It felt like hours before she would hear the ringing. It was bedtime, but it was also time for
one more question. Agatha didn’t even realize how her feet wouldn’t stop moving and that
the fingers from her hands wouldn’t stay still.

She heard it.

And not even a second later she heard the most wanted sound, a knock on her door.
 Agatha got up from her bed in a hush. There was only one person who respected her privacy
enough to wait for an answer before opening. “Rio”, Agatha whispered.

Rio was in her underwear, and Agatha started feeling things she absolutely could not feel.
Her hair was still wet from the shower, a bit falling on her face and Agatha didn’t know if she
wanted to curse Rio’s hair from hiding her face or if she thanked whatever God was up there
for the view she had right in front of her. And her eyes, full of desire, looked at Agatha with a
plea she had no option but to accept. The view she so hardly tried to pretend it didn’t affect
her.

“Can you tell me the truth now?” Agatha asked, it was time to ask first.

“I can,” Rio said.

Agatha waited for the truth, and she got it. She got it and not from words.

“Can I kiss you?”

Agatha wasted not one second more and pulled Rio into her room and kissed her with all of
her will.

The truth was, Agatha had dreamt about kissing Rio before. She dreamt about Rio, but not at
night, sleeping in the peace of her room. She dreamt about Rio while in the chapel, praying
for the universe to let Agatha touch Rio in ways so unholy she would burn at the sight of a
church. She wanted to make Rio hers. She, who had nothing in her whole life, wanted to have
just one woman, and that would mean having the entire universe. Agatha prayed to the
universe to give her courage to do the things she wanted to. She prayed for Rio to want her as
much as she wanted the other woman.

Rio’s lips were soft and warm, but kissed Agatha with desperation, almost as if she was
afraid of stopping the kiss and realizing it was just a dream. Agatha’s hands led Rio’s body
against the wall and held her waist while Rio’s hands disappeared in Agatha’s hair, her face
and neck. Both women tried to get their bodies closer and closer until they were just one
while their lips fought for control.

Her eyes were still screaming for more when they stopped, when she left to her own room.

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rio can.

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Agatha watched Rio in silence while they were having breakfast. In fact, the entire Refectory
was silently enjoying their breakfast while the sound of thunderstorms filled the room. The
nuns were right, it was going to rain.

Going back to Agatha’s thoughts. Last night happened, right? Agatha didn't dream about it
again, did she? But if it was real, why couldn't Rio look at her? She was the one to go after
Agatha (not that Agatha wasn't a minute away from going to Rio's room, but that didn't
matter now), and she was the one to ask Agatha for a kiss. Did she regret kissing Agatha?

“What are you thinking about?” Agatha asked, her first words for Rio that day.

Rio looked at Agatha and the older woman knew right away that something wasn’t right with
the younger girl, Agatha only didn’t know what. “I'm thinking about some things,” Rio said,
looking around before looking again at Agatha and giving the older one a tiny smile. “Don't
worry, it has nothing to do with last night.”

That made Agatha look away from Rio as she got shy.

But happiness never lived for long in the abbey. Soon after, Agatha started feeling anxious,
like something was about to go wrong any minute now.

And it wasn't because Rio was being weird that day, but because Agatha was doing
something wrong. Even if Agatha lived almost her whole life in the abbey, she was not
religious; she couldn't care less about that. But because she lived there, she knew that being
in love with Rio was wrong before the nuns. And because of that, being with her wouldn't be
a good thing. To catch something like that was easy, and Agatha didn't want to know what
they would do to the two of them. She didn't want Rio to get hurt.

After the Mass, a few nuns started to prepare for the communal lunch while others helped
clean the abbey. Rio continued to keep her quiet even during lunch, only starting a
conversation during recreation time, when both of them were sharing a beaten floor cushion.
“Have you ever tried to run away from here?” Rio asked, not taking her eyes out of her book.
“Yes,” Agatha was honest. And then that memory showed up in her mind.

“What happened?” Rio looked at her, curious and cautious.

Agatha took a deep breath and started telling her that painful story, but not before she heard
the heavy rain starting to fall outside the abbey.

She was eight, one year after she was thrown in that place. Agatha was so tired and hurt from
all those punishments that she had made up a plan: she was going to wait for all the Sisters to
go to bed and jump from her window with the help of tied sheets. And she did make it to the
ground without being injured. She walked down the cliff without being seen, until she started
seeing and hearing things. Agatha saw bodies hanged on trees, voices screaming for help,
people dying on fire, begging that they were only humans. Experiencing all that at just eight
years old was a lot for Agatha as she fell to the ground and started screaming for the voices
and the visions to stop. Later that night, she woke up in her bed; The Abbess watched her
with the devil's smile on her face.

“I'm so sorry about what you've been through, Agatha.” Rio said, grabbing Agatha's hand and
caressing gently. “Do you know what those images were about?”

“Witches,” Agatha said, even if she didn't believe in them. “They felt like memories, though
it cannot be. Witches don't exist.”

“I'm literally in front of you,” Rio commented, and Agatha decided to ignore that. “Anyway,
the witch-hunt ended more than a century ago, and you're only… Wait, are you forty, then?”

“Witch-hunt didn’t even end-” Agatha stopped herself, closing her eyes and taking a deep
breath, again. “You do ask a lot, don't you?” Agatha said. However, she wasn't complaining,
she learned to like that about Rio. “Yes, I am forty.”

“That's nice,” Rio complimented and Agatha saw a smile growing on the novice. Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Later that day, Agatha was waiting outside the bathroom for Rio to finish her shower before
bed when Sister Adina appeared in the corridor.

“Where is the pupil?” Sister Adina asked. There was no malicious tone in her voice.

Although Sister Viorela was the only nun that helped Agatha all of those years, Sister Adina
never harmed her, which was something to count for. Most of the days, Sister Adina would
pass through Agatha and ignore her, but sometimes she would make casual conversations that
wouldn't last more than five minutes.

“In the shower. She takes longer than me to get ready,” Agatha said.

Sister Adina nodded in comprehension. She then looked around, as if she was making sure no
one else was around, and then she turned to Agatha.
“Listen, there's-” Sister Adina stopped at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Rio was
coming out of there, looking suspiciously at the two nuns. “I see you around, Sister.”

Then she left.

“What did she say to you?” Rio asked, observing the nun leaving the corridor in the direction
of her own room.

“She didn’t say,” Agata answered, watching the same nun as well. Both had different reasons
to watch the nun.

Rio accompanied Agatha to her room as they both enjoyed the sound of the night being filled
with rain, casually taking glances at each other in hopes the other wouldn't see it.

“Don't I get a goodnight kiss?” Rio asked, as they stopped by Agatha’s door. Her eyes
sparked while looking at the older woman in front of her.

“We'll get caught.”

“I don't care,” Rio said, getting closer.

But Agatha put her arm on Rio's shoulder, stopping her in place. “I cannot let you be
punished because of what we want,” she said while her heart would break into pieces.
“Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Agatha.”

Less than ten minutes after Agatha closed the door, she heard the knock again. Her heart
started racing and she feared it would jump out of her chest at any minute. She got up
immediately and rushed to the door. The girl in front of her had a pillow under her arms and
puppy eyes that begged for something Agatha wasn’t sure what it was.

“My bed is wet,” Rio said.

Agatha looked at her. Was she trying to get to sleep with her or…?

“The window above my bed is broken, and it's raining in my bed,” Rio explained, still
outside of the room, waiting for Agatha to let her in.

She remembered seeing the broken window when putting Rio to her bed. The woman wasn't
lying. “Come in. We will fix that tomorrow.”

Sharing a single bed with the woman who couldn't leave Agatha’s mind was something
Agatha couldn't deal with without trying to control her breath. The younger woman looked at
Agatha and suddenly Agatha forgot the world around her.

Agatha saw fire in Rio's eyes, but not just that increasing desire that made Agatha fight
herself not to kiss her, but there was something more in her eyes. Her eyes cut deep into
Agatha's soul, seeing the true woman in front of her, not just the grumpy nun. Rio's eyes were
magnetic, addicting in a way that made Agatha think everything she would do just to have
them looking at her again.

“I've never felt this away,” Rio said, no more than a whisper leaving her lips. “It’s like my
entire soul was pulling myself to you from the moment I met you. And I don't think I have a
soul.”

“We cannot kiss again,” Agatha said, cursing herself for trying to do the right thing. “If they
catch us, they'll hurt you.”

Rio let a smile escape her lips. A shy smile that could barely show in the dim light of that
rainy night. “That doesn't matter now. Just being here is enough.”

“We should sleep,” Agatha recommended.

“Yes, we should,” Rio agreed, closing her eyes. “Good night, Agatha.”

Agatha closed her eyes, but not before letting her lips touch Rio's soft forehead, planting a
good night kiss on her head. “Good night, Rio.”

The following day Agatha asked for one of the older nuns to send someone to repair the
broken window, and the response was that a repair could only be done when the weather was
clear, so while that wouldn't happen Rio would have to sleep in my room. Apparently it
would take a week for it, and that meant a week sleeping with Rio.

The second night they talked about random things they liked. Rio liked gardening, wearing
dark clothes and smoked when stressed, which was something she wasn't proud of, but she
still would do it. Agatha told Rio about how she liked the quiet times of when she would read
in the library, and she also said she liked being annoyed by Rio, and the younger replied
saying that she had to fight her urges to kiss Agatha right that moment.

The third night Agatha had managed to steal a pack of cards from Sister Carina and they
played cards the whole night; games Rio had to teach Agatha because as a nun she wouldn't
know any. Later that morning both regretted not having slept, but still having enjoyed the
presence of one another. They might or might not have slept through prayers in the chapel;
Agatha would never admit doing that.

The fourth night Rio had convinced Agatha to go past bedtime to the kitchen to grab a bottle
of wine. They went back to Agatha’s room and drank the whole night while talking about
what they would do if they weren't locked up in that prison called monastery. Agatha had
never felt that tipsy and also that happy before, though she put herself to sleep before the
alcohol would build the sexual tension anymore than there was anytime she looked at Rio.

The fifth night they were too tired from two sleepless nights to even spend five minutes after
bedtime awake.
The sixth night Agatha watched Rio talking about her travels around the world, however
when Agatha asked why did Rio end up there, she wouldn't say. And not because she didn't
want to, but by the look on Rio's face, she didn't even know why she was there. She was no
nun, and apparently a witch (Agatha still wouldn't believe her).

The seventh was the last night they would sleep together. The rain had stopped and the nuns
called the repair person, who would show up the following morning. That was the first night
they slept spooning, with Agatha hugging Rio for the whole night in fear she would leave —
Rio had never wanted to.

The eighth night Agatha was alone.

She turned many times in her bed, trying to find a comfortable spot to get herself to sleep, but
her mind was filled with Rio's laugh at a dumb joke Agatha would try to tell. Or Rio’s eyes
looking so adorable at Agatha being red whenever Rio would flirt with her. Or Rio’s tempting
touches that had Agatha begging whatever gods existed to give her strength not to drop
everything and kiss her right there in the middle of the abbey.

Her mind, her body and soul wanted Rio.

And without being able to spend one more minute away from Rio, she got up in her
underwear and left her room. She stopped by Rio's room and raised her hand to knock on the
door, but before she could do that, the door was opened, revealing Rio also in her underwear.
Rio's eyes had the same urging desire as Agatha’s.

Agatha closed the door behind her and embraced Rio in a passionate and desperate kiss,
wanting every part of her body touching every part of Rio's body.

“What happened?” Rio asked as they paused the kiss for breathing. “I thought you didn't
want to get in trouble.”

“I don't funking care about that, anymore.”

They kissed again, and again. Rio's tongue filling Agatha’s mouth while fighting for the
control Agatha wasn't going to give that easily. They continued to kiss until Rio hit the bed
behind her, falling onto it with Agatha already on top of her, with her one on Rio's neck and
the other already opening Rio's brassiere. As she let the bra out, Agatha's mouth started
kissing from Rio’s mouth to her neck, from her neck to her chest, and from her chest to her
nipples.

She saw Rio closing her eyes in pleasure and one hand on her mouth to prevent the nuns
hearing anything, while the other hand grabbed Agatha’s hair as if her life depended on it.
Agatha took her time on her nipples before starting to kiss her belly, until her mouth reached
where Rio wanted her the most. Agatha then took out the last piece of fabric Rio used and
Agatha thanked the universe for having that woman all to herself that night.

Agatha’s tongue made sure to follow Rio’s direction of pleasure, discovering what the
younger liked more and making sure she was going to do anything in her power to make Rio
never forget that night.
“Agatha…” Rio begged, her voice muffled by her hand on her mouth. “Agatha, I'm.-”

Rio’s legs started shaking uncontrollably and then Agatha's head was being pressed against
Rio’s thighs. Agatha couldn't control her laugh as she realized how hard her tongue was
making Rio lose her composure.

“Shut up,” Rio said, embarrassed for her acting before Agatha. However, Agatha loved that.

A few moments later Agatha was tasting the best thing she had ever tasted before. She was
addicted to Rio, a drug Agatha could happily go to hell if that meant she would taste it again.
Knowing Rio had to rest before more, Agatha retraced her kisses until she was back on Rio's
mouth, who welcomed her back with a heated kiss.

“You’re mine,” Agatha whispered.

Rio let out a soundless laugh, before grabbing Agatha's hair and pulling the woman's ear next
to her mouth. “Baby, you are mine.”

Before Agatha could realize it, Rio turned her body upwards, straddling Agatha while the
older watched in awe the naked body on top of her. She was at a loss of words, her mouth
opened and begging to be controlled by Rio. Agatha saw Rio’s devilish smile again, and this
time she understood how that smile that appeared on the first day they met wasn't of evilness,
instead it was a smile that wanted Agatha right there where she was, under Rio's body.

Rio took Agatha’s both hands and put them over Agatha’s head, then one of Rio's hands went
straight for Agatha's neck, pressing it firmly. “You move your hands and there will be
consequences, got it?”

“Yes,” Agatha's voice was barely audible.

Rio didn't even care about taking Agatha’s underwear before letting her fingers play with the
fabric of Agatha's panties, letting a smile out when she felt it. She got out of Agatha so she
could do better what she wanted to, sitting with her knees on her bed and putting Agatha’s
thighs on top of her own, ripping the fabric that was impeding her from making Agatha hers.

She started slowly, playing with Agatha’s desires until the older begged her to go faster, and
she did, always with a smile on her face. Agatha’s body couldn't stay still as her back arched,
her legs trembled and her hands grasped the sheet. Rio knew it was time for letting her
fingers inside the woman, but she wanted Agatha to ask for it, she wanted her to beg.

“I know- what you're d-doing,” Agatha said, trying to appear stable in front of the woman.
She was failing miserably.

“Yeah?”

“I'm not begging,” Agatha said.

Rio smirked, stopping completely before going up Agatha’s chest, saying on all fours on her.
She locked eyes with Agatha while opening her bra and throwing on the other side of the
room. “Let's see,” Rio said, taking time to appreciate Agatha’s body before going for her
 breasts. When Agatha thought that was already making her see the stars, one of Rio's hands
got back to playing where they were before, making Agatha’s brain start to collapse with that
much pleasure.

It didn't take long before she started to beg. “Rio,” she said. Rio’s name sounded like honey
on Agatha’s lips. “Please, Rio. Please…”

Rio smiled. She had won.

And as a reward, she put two fingers inside Agatha, who let out a moan escape her mouth.
Unlike Rio, she couldn't use her hands to muffle the sound that wanted to be heard. Instead,
she tried to bite her lips while Rio’s fingers curved inside her. But before Agatha could reach
the climax Rio stopped again, making Agatha curse her a few words. Rio laughed, but didn't
care, she wanted to taste Agatha before the apex.

Rio's mouth reached the wetness between Agatha’s thighs, but also her fingers all together.
Agatha couldn’t wait any longer before reaching her climax, feeling like she had just met
heaven, and that heaven was right now kissing her again.

Her mind, her body and soul belonged to Rio.

Chapter End Notes

this isnt my first fic but it is the first time i write that kind of stuff so im sorry ig i wont
show up on the internet for at least one year after that

btw if you've already notice (or not) i'm leaving small details in chapters that will appear
in future ones, im doing that since chapter one (the broken window was an example)
 The Morning After
Chapter Notes

im so sorry for this short updade, im just too sad about the finale to write, but i didn't
want to leave it like that

im not leaving this fic, i promise!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“That wasn’t your first time, was it?” Rio asked, her eyes leveled with Agatha’s as they were
face to face on Rio’s bed.

“I’m forty, Rio. Of course it wasn’t,” Agatha said, laughing at Rio’s pouting. Nothing against
people at that age who haven’t had sex before, but Agatha had the libido of a… well, of a
nun, so…

“But you’ve been a nun for your entire… Wait! Was it with Sister Viorela?” Rio sat on the
bed, naked and still looking at Agatha, waiting for the older woman’s answer.

Agatha laughed, also sitting and looking around trying to find her bra. She had no strength to
get up and out of Rio’s bed, though. She didn’t answer Rio, who looked at her as she waited
for an answer. “No, Rio. I’ve only kissed Sister Viorela, once. I’ve had sex with others,”
Agatha answered, her eyes still looking for the bra. “Where did you throw my bra?”

And Rio softly hit Agatha’s arms.

“I’m kinda sad I’m not your first… not even your first nun!”

“You’re not even a nun, Rio.” Agatha laughed, reaching Rio and planting a peck on her lips
and pulling her body out of the bed. She really had to go, but that bed… “I need your
panties.”

“Ow, I didn’t think you liked that… nice.”

“Rio, I’m serious,” Agatha said, although trying not to laugh at Rio’s good humor. Amazing
how a good night with someone can make you so humorous. “You ripped mine, remember?
I’m not leaving your room naked.”

“Then don’t,” Rio’s hand reached Agatha’s. She grabbed it, trying to lead Agatha back to the
bed, but Agatha wouldn't give in. “Please, m'lady?”

“I'm sorry,” Agatha said, finding her bra and putting it on while looking for new panties in
Rio's drawer. “If any nun had heard us, I have to make sure we're in our own rooms.”
“You're no fun,” Rio said, pouting once again while dropping herself on the bed.

“I'm not?” Agatha asked, a smirk planted on her face.

Rio's face got red and she tried to cover it with the sheets. “I take back my words.”

“Good,” Agatha laughed, opening the door to leave the room.

But before Agatha could leave the place, Rio sat on the bed again and called for her lover.
“Agatha, I’m gonna go out right now. And I need you not to worry,”

“What? Rio, they’re gonna catch you,” Agatha said, closing the door again. She widened her
eyes, trying not to raise her voice as she got worried about Rio and her impulsive actions.

“No, they’re not. I’ve been here for an eternity already. I know how to handle myself.”

“An eternity? Rio, you’ve only been here for less than a month,” Agatha's voice was now
louder than normal. She feared another nun would wake up, but she had to make sure Rio
wouldn’t do anything crazy. Why did she have to go out? Why couldn't she just enjoy the
night in her room?

“Which it feels like an eternity!”

“Why, Rio? Why can't you just stay in your funking room?”

“This is not my home, Agatha.” Rio's voice also raised as she got up to talk eyes to eyes with
Agatha, not caring for her nakedness. “I have no idea how I’ve got myself in this hellhole of
a place, but I’m not staying! And I’m not leaving you, either!”

Agatha stopped, changing her expression a second later. “You really don't remember how you
got yourself in here?” She asked, her voice soft and curious, reaching for Rio. Agatha
watched as Rio looked out the window, searching for an answer not even she knew where to
find.

“I don't,” she answered, honest and defeated. “I remember every second of my long life. I
remember when they hunted me, when they haunted me. I remember meeting Kings and
Queens; also cheating Kings with their Queens, and later running away to not be decapitated.
I remember being in the village, and a second later I was meeting you for the first time.”

“You’ve had sex with Queens? How many?” Agatha tried to keep it cool, but her
possessiveness got the best of her.

“Really, Agatha? I'm saying that, for the first time in thousands of years, I don't remember
something and you're being jealous?”

“Oh, so you know how it is when you're jealous of me with my Sisters,” Agatha said,
provoking the woman in front of her before realizing what Rio had told her. “Wait, thousands
of years? Aren't you thirty-three?”
 “...Yeah, you're right,” Rio agreed on how ridiculous she was being when she was jealous of
Sister Viorela… and other nuns. “And yes, I'm thirty-three, but I've been that age for
centuries now. Many, countless, centuries. I'm basically an immortal witch.”

“Well, if you're a witch, why don't you just use your tingling to get us out of her?” Agatha
asked.

“My what?” Rio couldn’t help but laugh at the way Agatha worded Rio’s power. “I've tried.
They've blocked my magic here.”

“Well, I don't know what to say,” Agatha said. Did she really believe the woman in front of
her was a witch? There weren't any reasons anymore for Rio to lie to her, but… a witch?
Agatha lived in the real world, with real and very human people, not mystical beings. But
Agatha was in love with that woman, and she did seem like she was telling the truth, so she
needed to give her a vow of trust. “Alright, I'll help you.”

“No,” Rio denied the help, raising her hand to caress Agatha’s face. “I can't let you be hurt.
You stay in your room, and I'll be back at mine before the first bell.”

Agatha wanted to protest, to say that she wouldn’t let Rio walk around the abbey without her,
risking being caught and punished. But Rio wouldn't listen to her, being the rebel and
impulsive woman that she was. They would end it in a fight and Rio would go out anyway.
So she agreed, and went back to her room, praying that Rio would come back safe.

It was ironic that Agatha spent years in a place devoted to God, but only started real prayers
after Rio walked into her life. Maybe Rio was her goddess.

Chapter End Notes

anyway, tell me your thoughts on the finale! i cried.

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