The monastery walls were cold and silent, as the nun began her last walk around the grounds to check that all was quiet for the night and she could retire to her cubicle. The small rooms were not bedrooms, nor did they have the privacy of one. Their entrances were covered by a thick blanket hanging over the opening, which held only a small single bed and a footlocker for her spare habits.
The sound of her footsteps was muffled under the long habit she wore. She passed the door to the street, cracked open the grill and viewed the street outside, pressing her face to the grill to see as far as she could in either direction. It was dark in the hallway and the soft footsteps behind her were almost undetected as she stood peering into the night. She closed the grill, locked it and was about to turn to continue her walk when a hand closed over her mouth, suppressing and muffled the scream that started, then fell silent as she recognized the smell and aroma of the person.
It was Carlos, the only man allowed to be inside the convent. He tended the convent gardens, and made the repairs necessary whenever required. The handy man authorized by the bishop. He had a small cottage at the bottom of the grounds and had a small, separate entrance that the previous tenant had installed to make it easier to come and go about his duties.
Carlos held Sister Evangeline, for that was the nun's name, holding her lightly in his embrace. He breathed a calming assurance into her ear and let her know it was him and not an intruder. She instantly relaxed, and turned around in his arms. Her face lifted to him, her headdress falling back over her shoulders.
"I thought you weren't coming, Cara." He cooed to her, softly.
"How could I not come to you, Carlos?" She said in reply
"Shhhh, not so loud, we don't want to be heard..."
They slipped away into the darker recesses of the convent and found the alcove Carlos had discovered one afternoon while doing his repairs around the grounds. It was on the one side of the contemplation garden where the fir trees had grown up thick and lush over the years. Behind the row of six trees was the alcove, with a shelf in the wall that he'd cleaned up after he'd had found it. No-one else knew about the hide away...
They stepped inside the hollowed out area and Carlos turned her around. She looked up in the dim light at his bright eyes, and smiled, then melted into his grasp. She inhaled deeply and got the deep, rich, musky smell of his body deep into her nostrils. And she melted further into his arms, her face turning upward, her lips reaching for his.
His strong arms pulled her in and he lowered his head to her face and gently sucked her lower lip into his mouth, playing with the ridges of the lip with his tongue. Her legs quivered and shook as she stood in his grip, and she kissed him back, locking her tongue around his, her hand reaching up and pulling her head cloth free and dropping it on the bench.