“Moments like tonight make me fondly remember those times, but I am no longer the man I once was.Stacey… it is kind of you to ask after me.May I enquire as to the purpose?”
“You seemed happy,” I said.I bit my lip—breathed in and out.“To be honest.Listening to you in there—you had charm, wit, substance.It was like… attending a royal court meeting or something.I couldn’t help but imagine myself—well—ugh, this is going to sound so stupid.”
“Please,” Brother Al said, and his hand tentatively reached my own.I felt warmth in his touch—like velvet.“I’ve shared more than usual about myself tonight.Allow me the favor in return.There’s no judgement here, between us, at least.”
“I know you’re a Priest,” I said.“But I can’t help it.You just seem so interesting.The more I learn about you, the more I hear you—the depths you have—” I paused, bit my lip again, and then pressed forward.“You’re so different than Eddie or Vic.You have maturity.Wisdom.Patience.Your mind’s like a machine.I couldn’t help but imagine myself as the bride of some royal over dinner, listening to my husband talk politics.”
“That’s kind of you,” Brother Al said.
There was a silence between us, then.It was comfortable at first; then, as time passed, it became more and more unbearable—and then, after some time, I was nearly ready to jump up and scream.I sat up from my bed, only to find Brother Al’s gray eyes staring at me.He, too, was sitting up.
There were no words between us for some time.
“Stacey,” he finally said, after what felt like an eternity.“What did you mean when you said you know I’m a Priest?”
“I mean—you run a Cathedral,” I said.“I assumed you were doing the whole priesthood thing.”
“Yes, I suppose that’s a good assumption,” he said and fell silent.After a moment or two, he nodded again and then laid himself down.
I closed my eyes and sighed in my head.
“Aleister,” I said.“What did you mean, what did I mean, when I said I knew you were a Priest?”
“I suppose—well—what do you mean what did I mean—”
“Alright, I’m not doing this,” I said.“Sit up.”
He obediently sat up.
“Are you attracted to me, Aleister?”
“You are a very beautiful woman,” he said.“Smart, intelligent—classy.Headstrong.”
“You can stop,” I said.“Are you attracted to me?”
He gulped, swallowed.
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Are you celibate?”
“No,” he said.“Though I find myself avoiding attachments—”
“Aleister, shut up and kiss me like the Prince you once were.”
“Prince is such a finicky word,” he began, so I darted forward, grabbed him by the sides of his face, and kissed him.
He moved into it, taking the lead as if he were reawakening some old long-forgotten part of himself.He shuddered, growling, licking and kissing his way down my neck.
“You have no idea how long I have desired you,” Aleister said.
“Don’t make it creepy,” I gasped.
He kissed me again, his hands going under my clothes, sliding and squeezing over my flesh.I pushed back against him, popping open his collar, unzipping his robes, looking at the way his body was carved.It was like it was made out of pale marble—and his beard scratched against me as his hands cupped my body.
Soon we were moving together, our bodies entwined as one, and when it was near, he was panting, sliding me over him, growling up into me, and we came, him first, and me after as he held me up to his face.
I really hoped our chambers were soundproof.
