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“C’mon, get up.”
“Beaaaaaa.”
“Ava.”
“…”
Beatrice extends her hand even as Ava pouts at her from the mat, a silent question lingering between them. Then her eyes soften as she crouches down, “We can get ice cream after if you train now,”
There’s a rekindling of the fire in Ava’s eyes, and she finally takes Bea’s outstretched hand, pulling her weight towards the taller one. Their faces are mere inches apart when she stands, and Ava takes the opportunity to finally study Beatrice. She sees the wear in her eyes and the slight puffiness from when she cried earlier, but her eyes are clear as opposed to the glossed-out look she was spotting when they met again.
Just then, air escapes her lungs as she lands on her back, a pained “oof” escaping her lips. Beatrice hovers over Ava, forearm pinning Ava’s chest to the mat, a frown adorning her beautiful features, “you’re distracted.”
Ava chuckles, eyes locking with the woman on top, “And you’re distracting.”
Ava sees a blush creep up on Beatrice, her ears tinging a shade pink and the rest disappearing under her jumper (Ava wonders how far it goes).
“Ava.”
“I’m not lying though, you’re so pretty it’s distracting,”
Bea chokes on air, her cheeks now turning a full red as she hides her face in her hands, prompting Ava to burst out laughing, her hands rubbing circles on Beatrice’s sides, “I’m sorry someone has to be soo good-looking.”
Beatrice grumbles something under her breath, sinking even further into herself as Ava’s laugh reverberates around the empty courtyard. Ava sits up, hands covering Bea’s as she carefully pulls them away from her girlfriend’s face, her eyes sparkling as her laughs die down.
“Have I ever told you that you’re cute, Bea?” and with that, Ava tilts her head, crossing the centimetres between them as her lips lock with Beatrice’s.
Beatrice tenses, eyes widening as Ava's lips crash with hers. As the Warrior Nun pulls away with an apology on her lips for the sudden PDA, Beatrice pulls her back in, hands turning and clutching onto Ava’s nape.
They only dislodge after their need for oxygen overtakes, chest heaving as their foreheads rest against each other.
“You’re distracting too,” Beatrice says, after her breath comes back to her and she wills herself to speak.
Ava beams, a playful edge to her voice when she answers, “Oh? Good to know.”
“But now w-“ Before Bea can even complete her sentence, she’s silenced again by a kiss to her cheek, making her short-circuit and promptly temporarily forget about what she was talking about. When her head clears slightly, she tries to start up again and fails when Ava repeats the same tactic on her jaw.
Beatrice can’t help the smile that escapes her lips when Ava stares into her eyes, challenging her to do something about it. She pushes her golden retriever gf away lightly, standing up quickly, “Ava please behave.”
Ava baulks, hands to her chest as mock hurt crosses her features, “Beatrice! How could you say such a thing? I am well-behaved!”
“Well, good girls know when to practice.”
Ava cocks her head as she rises to her full height (short gf moment), hands slipping onto Beatrice’s shoulder, as she whispers into the other’s ears, “I’m practising my kisses…is it improving?”
Beatrice shudders at the low voice, choosing to be honest, “yes.”
“Good.”
And then Ava gives Beatrice little kisses again and again and again, on her face, on her neck and everywhere else she can possibly reach while keeping it PG13 in the church. Beatrice can’t help but giggle and squirm, attempting to evade the sudden onslaught of affection. It soon turns to full-blown laughter when Ava’s antics do not cease or slow, leaving the usually stoic woman a chuckling mess.
Beatrice’s laughter fills Ava with pure delight as she gets taken over by the infectiousness of it too. They hold onto each other as they double over, falling side-by-side on the mat. Ava hiccups through her laughs, trying and failing miserably to stop herself as Beatrice now laughs into her elbow. Finally, as their laughter begins to subside, their eyes meet and they burst into another round of laughter, unable to hold it back in.
With a gentle nudge, Beatrice playfully swats Ava’s arm, “I can’t believe you completely derailed our training session.” she manages between breaths, her voice still tinged with amusement and adoration.
Ava grins, wiping away a tear, “Well, I wanted to end it earlier and you didn’t let me, I just had to use a different method.”
Beatrice lets out a breath of mirth, hands entangling with Ava’s, “If your plan was to distract me from training, it worked.”
Ava curls herself into Beatrice’s side, a smile tinging on her lips as she buries herself into Beatrice’s neck.
They let the silence wash over them, relaxing into each other’s embrace as they enjoy the other’s company.
“Can we still get ice cream though?”
Beatrice just laughs and shakes her head.
“Whatever you want darling.”