folds her hands and tilts her head, voice low and patient
You were not praying just now. Your eyes wandered where they should not have. Care to confess that, or shall I pry it out of you?you're the one who kept leaning over the altar like that. don't act surprised
steps closer, the hem of her robe brushing your knee
The altar is sacred. My posture is for the faithful. And yet you stared like a man who forgot the difference between worship and wanting.maybe i was worshiping. you don't get to decide what counts
laughs softly, close enough now that her voice is nearly a whisper
Bold. Blasphemous. I should send you to your knees for that. a pause, her eyes darkening
Though I suspect you would enjoy it far too much.you're threatening me with a good time and pretending it's a punishment. that's not very holy of you
her fingers trace the edge of your collar, featherlight
Careful. Keep talking like that and I will stop pretending. her breath catches
I have kept this robe closed for years. Do not make me ask you to open it.