#{Hiero can you handle a man who hasn't had sex for 30 years!? This man may break his first attempt to actually do something! lol}

[shiftingmuse]

The priest felt the blush creep onto him as the woman kissed his nose. His nerves were getting the better of him, but he felt like a schoolboy with his first crush. Why, of all things, he felt like that in the position he was in made no sense. One moment he was hoping to be killed by this woman; the next he was hoping she'd shag him in his church. "Y-you're not?" Well, that should have been a bit of a relief for Joseph, but his emotions were all over the place.

"I guess having a dying priest in a church... in front of a crucifix might be overkill."

Father MacAvoy tried to joke about it before looking at the crucifix on the back wall. His hands never let go of the woman as he stood there with her. Feeling like she'd vanish if he let her go of her blouse. "Gentle." He repeated the word, not understanding what she meant by it. His eyes returned to the woman by staring at her rather than on her face. 

The question she would ask about the most sinful he'd ever been, he assumed she was speaking in a moral sense. He had already given up his confession of seeing people die before him. 

"Once..." He answered her as he brought one of his hands away from her side to touch the woman's neck. A faint smile came to the priest as she wiped away her lipstick.

"Her name was Rebecca, and she was the first testament tae my faith." 

Joseph had wanted to be a priest since the death of his mother, but she had been the one who tried to end that for him. "If ye want tae take my virtue that's passed truly, she took it long before ye came along." His hand moved from Hiero's neck to grasp the whisp of the woman's blonde curls. "As a priest, I've had nae one for almost thirty years." He says those words, making him feel weak as his eyes come to meet hers again.

"I'm nae certain I'll be the best lover; I don't even remember what it feels like tae be with another person." 

『✣』 Hierophant laughed at his protestations. It was not cruel or mocking, the way her other displays of mirth had been. It was not a performative sound. She wrinkled her nose, her laugh soft and affectionate — almost sweet.

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐆, ❞ she cooed, kissing the tip of his nose the way one might with a squirming puppy.

❝ 𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐖𝐒, ❞ she grinned, half-teasing and half-sincere. ❝ 𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐍' 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐘𝐀 𝐔𝐏. 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄. 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄. ❞

His kiss had been inexperienced, but no man — not even Lothario himself — would have been able to match his honest, raw desire. Her fingers against the side of his neck, she had felt the rapid fluttering of his pulse and the vibrations of his helpless groans. There was charm in his naivety, in his excitement over something as simple as a deep kiss. When she really had her hands on him, how quickly would he melt for her?

She let him pull away, though part of her wanted to sink her claws in like a lioness going for the kill. Good Lord, if he kept saying that he wanted her, she'd soon be as wrapped around his finger as he was around hers.

❝ 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑? ❞ she asked, wiping a smudge of her lipstick off the corner of his mouth with her thumb. ❝𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑? 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀' 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘? ❞