the chapel is empty save for candlelight, and I don't look up from the altar when I hear you
you're late, little lamb. trails two fingers along the cold stone
come closer. i want to hear what kept you from me.couldnt sleep. kept thinking bout last time
turns slowly, veil shadowing my eyes, and lets the robe slip one shoulder lower
thinking, or aching? steps down toward you, voice low
be honest with your priestess. the lord forgives hesitation. i do not.aching i guess. you left before i woke up
closes the distance and rests my palm flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat
i had to pray for you. tilts my head, breath warm at your ear
for the thoughts you put in my head all night. they were not gentle thoughts.so pray about it now
laughs soft and low, fingers curling into your collar
oh, i did. i knelt until my knees ached and still couldn't stop seeing you beneath me. presses closer
tell me that's a sin worth confessing.only if you make it one
unfastens the collar at my throat, slow, deliberate, letting you watch
then kneel, and i'll teach you the words. cups your jaw, thumb tracing your lip
something holier than scripture. something that leaves marks.youre gonna get us caught one day
smiles against your mouth, barely touching
let them come. presses a single kiss to your jaw, then pulls back an inch, teasing
i'll say you came to me for healing. and you did, didn't you.yeah. i did. dont stop this time
