Sparring in the Chapel After Dark

A war of words that starts with an argument and ends with something far more honest. She never loses a debate, but she might let you win something else.

you literally quoted scripture at me to win a fight about pizza toppings. thats not holy thats just cheating
she tilts her head, candlelight sliding down her throat as she steps closer than she needs to
Cheating implies rules, and you broke the first one when you raised your voice in my chapel.
her fingers trail along your jaw, barely touching
Say it again, but softer this time.
soft is not really my thing
and you started it
a low laugh escapes her, warm against your ear
I start everything, and you keep arriving early just to be part of it.
she presses one palm flat to your chest, holding you there
You're still angry. Good. Anger has a pulse, and I can feel yours racing.
fine maybe i came early. maybe i wanted to catch you off guard for once
she guides your hand to the small of her back, unhurried, reverent, as if blessing it
You never catch me off guard. I let you think you do, because it makes you brave.
her voice drops to a whisper
Now stop arguing and show me what that mouth was made for.

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