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There's No Place Like Home

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader x Supreme!Strange

Synopsis: The reader can't sleep before she makes sure Defender is safe and sound.

Word Count: 2,3k

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship dinamics. SMUT: Oral sex with male receiving, tit fucking, unprotected p n v sex, creampie.

A/N: This is a short one, but it's also really cute and romantic, a bit of fluffy and some jealousy from Supreme's side.Hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice reading.

You rolled over in bed sighing heavily feeling like the sleep you were desperately seeking had slipped away. You and Supreme had the night to yourselves, but your head was far away worried about Defender.

He had been gone for a week and you hadn't heard from him in the last three days. Even though the Stephens told you that everything was fine and that there were a million reasons why communications weren't happening, you were still worried. Supreme did his best to try to please you and distract you, but you were distant and he was jealous. But then again, Supreme was always jealous.

You felt the bed dipping and you let yourself be pulled into the comfort of his arms, he cupped your cheek and spoke softly.

"Still awake? I thought you were tired."

You nuzzled your face in his chest and placed a small kiss on his skin "I am, but I am too worried to sleep."

Sighing, Supreme kissed the top of your head. "Then you'll be relieved to know that your beloved Defender has just arrived." He said sounding unamused and you lifted your head to look at him.

"Really?"

"I was talking to him five minutes a go. He's fine. You can sleep now."

But you had no intention of sleeping and the next thing you knew you were already getting out of bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked, a pinch of irritation in his voice.

"I need to see him." You said apologetically, rushing out of the room without bothering to get dressed.

"No, honey, come back here..." You heard him complaining before closing the door and leaving. You should have known better than to upset Supreme like that, but you wouldn't be able to sleep until you saw that Defender was fine with your own eyes.

Defender's room was dark, lit only by the dim light from the lamp. He was distracted reading and you slowly closed the door and went to the bed, lifting the blankets and getting under them, surprising him by throwing yourself into his arms with a satisfied hum.

He closed the book and placed it on the nightstand and his arms wrapped around you. He placed a long kiss on your forehead. "Hey, I thought you were sleeping."

You shook your head "I couldn't sleep, I was so worried about you."

You nuzzled your face to his chest, placing kisses there like you had just done with Supreme and sighed in relief. Your leg intertwined with his, leaving your bodies impossibly close. "Missed you so badly." You admitted. "Your voice, your smell, your touch... everything." You lifted your head to look at him and there was a satisfied smile on his lips.

He cupped your cheek gently, "I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about."

"No injuries this time?" You asked suspiciously.

"Just a few cuts, no big deal."

He stroked your arm lightly and then lifted the blanket, peering underneath.

"Baby, you are..." But you interrupted him by cupping his face and pulling him to your lips, kissing him hard. The soft moan that escaped his throat made your entire body tingle. You hate being away from your Stephens, but at the same time you love when they come home and you can finally be together again. The distance is painful, but the reunion is always special.

"Won't get me into trouble with Supreme, will you?" He confirmed and you bit your lower lip mischievously and brought one hand up to your breast and started playing with your nipple, clearly trying to get some reaction from him.

"Baby..." He tried to reason, but his hand replaced yours by rolling your nipple with his thumb and pinching it delicately.

"It's Monday." You murmured, running your hand over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath the velvety skin.

"Exactly. You should be sleeping with him right now." He scolded.

"But I wanted you. I really couldn't sleep without seeing you first."

You wanted much more than just see him to be honest. You missed him so much, you wanted to touch him, to worship him and your hand did exactly that when it went down to his hip, caressing his cock through his pants and feeling it quickly harden under your touch.

“Come here” He pulled you back to his lips moaning softly as your hand’s grip on his dick got tighter. "I missed you too, baby. I thought about you every day all the time. All I wanted was to have you in my arms like this."

"Me too. It doesn't matter that I have other Stephens. Each one is different, I missed you so badly, baby."

He kissed you again, but let you get up. You knelt between his legs and he raised his hips to allow you to pull down his pants, his cock sprung free, hard and veiny and you couldn't resist giving the red head a little kiss and moaning in the process.

Stephen moaned softly and you grabbed his cock by the base, kissing it along the entire length and finishing with a long lick from the base to the tip that made his hips jolt up.

"Oh baby..." One of his hands searched for your hair and grabbed a handful of it, but didn't pull or push, it just stayed there and the feeling was good.

You weren't in a rush, you had hard sex with Supreme all night, what you wanted with Defender was the intimacy, affection and tenderness that being with him could give you.

You pumped his cock up and down slowly and nuzzled your face in his pubic hair delighting in the smell of his body wash.

"B-Baby please...need more." He asked and you smiled at him. “Have being dying to get physical with you all week. Wanted your hands in me just like they are now.”

You smiled and gave your lower lip a little bite "Tell me what you need, Stephen."

"Your m-mouth. Have been dreaming with a blowjob. Please?" His voice was a mere whisper broken by desire.

“Yeah? That’s what you do when you’re out on missions? Think about your cock in my mouth?”

He gave a sweet moan and bit his lip while nodding to confirm.

“Then say please again, let me hear your begging like you mean it, Steph.”

He swallowed tickly and his voice was a mere whisper when he said, “Please love, give me your mouth. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. Want it so much. Please, please.”

You gave in to his sweet request finally taking him into your mouth, but you weren't in a hurry, you sucked him slowly, just the head first, bobbing your head in slow motion, taking him in more and more each time you went down and sucking the head with a pop every time you came up for air.

Stephen moaned softly, his fingers tangling more in your hair, his other hand clinging to the sheets as he accepted what you gave him and how you gave it, without ever asking or demanding for more. That was precisely what your loved more about Defender, his submissiveness.

"I missed this so much, baby. Every night. I couldn't close my eyes without thinking about you, about everything I wanted you to do to me... oh fuck, so good. Taking me so good in your sweet mouth, love. Love you, baby... so much."

How could you not love Defender Strange when he say those things to you like that? Always so sweet and lovely with his voice broken with such passion and need. Little sweet noises scaping from his lips.

You took him out of your mouth and spat on him, pumping him up and down faster and smiling, mischievously moving forward and trapping his cock between your breasts, tit fucking him slowly for him to enjoy the view and the moment.

"Oh shit, baby. Gonna make me cum like this. You know I love your tits, they look so good fucking me like this."

"Yeah? Enjoy it then. It's all for you, baby. You deserve it, my Defender."

You squeezed your breasts even more to provide him with more friction and started pinching your nipples, putting on a show for him you knew it was driving him crazy.

"Want you to cum baby, wanna see it. Make a mess on my tits."

Stephen groaned and you could feel his cock pulsing and you knew he was close.

"You never last long when your cock is in my tits, uh love? Such a good baby obsessed with them. Wanna cum and mark them as yours? You know, the other Stephens doesn’t like it the way you do. Stephen prefer cuming in my throat and Supreme in my ass when they are craving for something different, but you, you love my tits, don’t you baby?"

Stephen let out a loud moan at your words. Despite the jealousy, they all enjoy when you mention the others, it makes them even more desperate to have you, to cum in you and mark you as theirs.

"Stuck your tongue out, baby. Want you to taste a bit of it. There is so much to give you. Haven't cum in eight days, wanted to save it for you."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest and did as you were told sticking your tongue out while bouncing your tits in his cock and putting up a sweet and innocent face for him. "Give it to me then, baby."

Stephen groaned cupping your face and his cock pulsed hard spurting his cum all over your tits, so much of it that a lot went into your mouth and ran down your chin and still his cock stayed hard.

"Look at this, such a delicious mess. Love to see you covered in my cum like this. All mine."

You scooped some with your index finger and took it to your mouth sucking your finger clean with a pop. "You taste so good."

Stephen pulled you to his lips, delighting in the taste of himself on your tongue and turned you around, placing you on the mattress next to him. He grabbed your thigh and fit your leg on his hip and with his hand he helped his cock enter you. You were so wet and warm and he let himself sink inside you like he dreamed of doing all the days he was gone.

You were always so welcoming, everything in you called him back home and at that moment he wasn't looking for a release, he just wanted to enjoy the wonderful feeling of being inside you as he held you in his arms and your eyes locked and you kept kissing him as if your life depended on it.

You wrapped your arms around him, your bodies moving slowly against each other, his cock moving in and out of your pussy in slow motion and neither of you wanted to change any of that. Your lips continued to search for his desperately, but your kisses were also slow now, your tongue explored his with desire, but with a pleasurable slowness that was somehow even sexier than a hungry kiss.

Stephen couldn't say how long you stayed like that, making love in slow motion instead of fucking, exchanging looks of pure adoration and vows of love, but at some point you took control and rolled on top of him riding him fast and hard and clearly determined to search for your release while keeping your eyes closed, mouth open, head lolled back and his cum dripping down your breasts.

Such a view that made his cock throb violently inside you, ready to cum again, but he held it, he could never cum before you. He always preferred to see you cumming first, to see it happening, your legs shaking, your entire body convulsing on top of him and your eyes fixed on him, staring at him with such adoration while from your lips words of love were uttered with moans of pleasure.

He knows the script of your release by heart and yet he never gets tired of watching it happenning.

"S-Stephen... oh fuck baby gonna cum."

You rested both hands on his thighs riding him harder "Please... baby... tell me I can cum. Tell me you gonna cum in me. Want your cum in me."

Stephen's hand grabbed the headboard and the other your waist while locking eyes with you. "Gonna cum in you, love. Gonna give you what you want. Gonna give you all my cum. Oh shit, baby, please cum for me, I can't hold it anymore. Need to cum in you... so fucking hard. "

And so it happened exactly like every other time, but he never gets tired of seeing you get completely lost in your release. It was the most beautiful thing in the world and the sexiest too.

Stephen came right after you, filling you with his cum as he promised he would and you both ended up entwined with each other, cuddling while his cock was still buried inside you and kissing.

"Welcome home" You whispered with a sleepy smile on your lips.

Stephen smiled "Thank you, baby. There is no place like home."

Stephen was too restless to sleep, he rarely managed to sleep right after arriving from a mission, but you quickly fell asleep in his arms, finding your peace now that you knew he was back home and you were in his arms and since there wasn't nothing in the world that could make him move away from you, he closed his eyes too and focused on the soft beat of your heart against his chest and your breathing.

Nothing in the world or in any other dimension could replace the peace and pleasure of being at home in your arms.

Defender smirked telling himself that he would deal with Supreme's jealousy later. Technically you hadn't broken any rules. It was Monday, the day any Stephen could have you, he just got to be the lucky one at the moment.

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 11: Communion

Contents | Part 10 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Female Reader) With fresh starts and awkward family dinners, things seem to be changing for Ellis.

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, sexual references, discussions of death and loss. Readers must be 18+

You could hear them through your bedroom door; Gina's voice fluctuating between hushed indignation and histrionic sobbing, while Alfie gave little in return besides the occasional mumble. You wondered about all the times you'd heard them talking before; the sudden silence when you'd enter a room, the laughing and teasing you never thought to question. Had they been talking about you in those moments? Whispering declarations of desire to one another and finding thrill in the risk of being caught?

You heard a door slam shut, their voices fading to a distant drone as you zipped up your jeans and pulled on a t-shirt Gina was always trying to steal. You never understood why she wanted it so much; it was plain, boring, the neckline beginning to fray on one side. But maybe it wasn't about the t-shirt at all. Maybe the only reason she wanted it was because it belonged to you.

You brushed the wet hair out of your face with your hands, the act instantly transporting you back to last night; how it felt to rake your fingers through Father Benedict's rain-sodden curls. You shivered, shaking it away quickly before moving around the room, scooping up whatever you could and dumping it into a large gym bag on the bed.

The process felt mechanical, void of any grief or attachment to the possessions that anchored you to this place. You zipped up the bag and looked around at the rest of your things; mementos from times you no longer cared to remember, photographs of people you never truly knew, wallpaper you'd been so excited to put up and a bed you'd shared with someone who wasted three years of your life.

You stepped into a pair of old, worn-in trainers, the leather so soft and slackened that you didn't even have to untie the laces anymore. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you made your way to the door, turning the handle and pushing it slowly in an attempt to stop it from creaking.

You successfully made it to the top of the stairs before the door behind you swung open, making you huff in defeat.

"So that's it?" asked Alfie with a slight lisp, his mouth swollen from Father Benedict's punch. "You're just off, then?"

You turned to look up at him. "What else were you expecting? Even if Gina hadn't kicked me out, do you really think I'd want to stay here?"

he shook his head. "It's like you don't care."

"Oh, well I'm sorry for not reacting to you cheating on me in a way you find acceptable."

"I don't mean- I just- You haven't even given me a chance to explain-"

"I have no interest in hearing you try to justify this, Alfie. If you and Gina wanted to be together, you could've just said so instead of doing this to me."

"But it's not like that between me and G."

"Not like that? I walked in on it!"

"I mean I don't want to be with her! You were pulling away and she was... there. It was a moment of weakness that just spiralled-"

Gina emerged from the room, elbowing Alfie as she stormed past him, mascara like ink blots across her cheeks.

He looked over at her as she marched into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her, then back down to you.

"How many times?" you asked.

He rolled his eyes.

"Go on, how many moments of weakness are we talking?"

He dropped his head, refusing to answer.

You nodded, pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek. "Can you at least tell me... Were you safe?"

"Yes," he replied weakly.

"Condoms?"

"Yes."

"Every single time?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Well thanks for that, at least."

You turned, hoisting the bag back up your shoulder and continuing down the stairs.

"So you can go and let Father Bellend know he's not going to catch anything from you," he muttered.

You stopped, shuddering at the realisation that you'd told him; the words you'd spat at him like venom now trickling down your spine.

"I just said that to piss you off," you said.

"Wait, so you didn't sleep with him?"

"No!" You hoped you were convincing, unable to tell beneath the bruises and swelling if he was buying it. "How insecure do you have to be to feel threatened by a priest?"

"The same priest who did this?" He pointed to his face.

"You deserved it."

You finally made it down to the bottom of the staircase, glancing over your shoulder to see him still standing at the top.

"D'you know, Mara never liked you," you began. "I always thought she was just being a bitch, judgemental, too stuck up to give you a chance. But it turns out she was the only one who could see right through you."

Daylight clung to the horizon, casting a golden hue across a blushing sky. The days since you'd left Gina's house had grown warmer, brighter, with mild breezes and longer evenings, as though the earth itself was rejoicing in your newfound freedom.

You stepped off the bus with a sigh, thankful to escape the humid air of squashed passengers and closed windows. The walk to your mother's house was short, so you made the effort to slow your pace, making it last that little bit longer to steal solace wherever you could get it, even in the five minutes between bus stop and front door.

She'd been surprisingly tactful about the whole thing, welcoming you back when you turned up on her doorstep two nights earlier, making up the bed in your old room and leaving you to settle in without prying; no questions, no judgement, no classic mum-isms you'd come to expect from her. Maybe she was secretly happy to have a fledgling back in her empty nest, careful not to do anything that may make you fly away.

You reached the house as a car pulled up outside, its large tyres mounting the kerb with a gentle bounce. You raised your hand in a subtle wave as you made your way to the front door, rummaging for your keys inside your large, overfilled tote.

"Did you just get off work?" Mara called out as she climbed out of the passenger side.

You nodded, watching as she made her way around the back of the car. She didn't seem surprised to see you there, which meant your mother had told her. The thought made you groan internally.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

"Nice to see you too," said Nathan with a slight laugh as he emerged from the car.

"Dinner," said Mara, as though it should have been obvious.

She unclipped Soleil from her abundance of safety straps and seat belts, before hoisting her onto her hip and making her way up the path to meet you.

"How was work?" she asked.

"Eh." You shrugged, finally pulling out your keys. "Spent the day staring at pictures of babies in silly outfits."

"Sounds cute."

"That's one word for it."

The front door opened straight into a spacious living room. Perfectly tidy as always; cushions plumped, surfaces dusted, vacuum lines still visible in the rug. Since the divorce, your mother had taken to redecorating every few years. You always assumed it was a way of erasing any evidence that your father once lived there, but you were starting to think she just got bored easily. Right now, she was fond of the colour silver; opting for glittery wallpaper, velvet curtains and a large mirrored coffee table in the centre of the room. It was headache-inducing, yet there was something oddly comforting about it at the same time.

"Oh, she mustn't be back yet," said Mara.

"Back from where?" you replied as you hung your bag over the banister.

"She said she was going to the church to pick up all the stuff."

"The church?"

"Well, the pub next door to it."

"Oh." You swallowed, your mouth turning weirdly dry. "What stuff?"

"Banners, bunting, that big balloon arch. We didn't have time to take it all down after the christening on Sunday so they stuck it in the back for us."

"Ah." You gave a distracted nod and made your way across the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I just need a drink."

You walked into the kitchen, pulling a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water. The door opened behind you as you gulped it down. You wiped your mouth and glanced over your shoulder, forcing a bright smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

"So," said Mara, lifting the lid off the slow cooker and glancing inside. "Mum said you're staying here for a little while...?"

"Mhm."

She paused, leaning back against the counter with folded arms as she waited for you to elaborate. Instead you stood there quietly, rolling the cold glass over your warm cheek.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" she pressed.

"I moved out," you replied simply.

She lowered her head slightly, staring at you beneath a heavy brow.

"What?"

She parted her lips to speak, but a noise from the living room caught her attention; the front door opening and closing, your mother's voice singing a cheerful greeting.

She gave you another dubious look. "You're going to tell me what happened."

You rolled your eyes and put the glass in the sink before reluctantly following behind her.

"So this... dinner thing, do you do this regularly then?" you asked.

"Maybe a couple of times a month."

"Why have you never invited me?"

"Would you come if we did?"

"Probably not."

"Well there you go."

Mara stopped suddenly in the doorway, making you bump clumsily into her back. You were ready for her to berate you for it, tell you to watch where you were going. But instead she gave a high-pitched 'oh', reaching back to grip your arm.

You furrowed your brow and peered over her shoulder into the living room, the air immediately evaporating from your chest as your gaze locked on a set of glacial eyes.

He was carrying a large plastic storage bin, the weight of it evident in the whitening of his knuckles as he hauled it through the door. The lid lifted slightly, a single yellow balloon escaping and rising to the ceiling.

"Father," said Mara, confusion laced in her cheery tone. "Well this is a surprise."

"Hello," he said. "Nice to see you all again."

You remained in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes wide, watching as your mother directed him to put the box on the floor. He was stiff in his movements, his gaze darting to you every few moments, the discomfort clear on his face.

"You're a godsend," said your mother. "Do you mind helping me with the last few bits?"

"Of course not." He smiled, making his way back outside.

"I'll do it, mum," you said quickly, hurrying across the room. "You sit down."

"Oh, okay, thanks love."

You wiped your palms on your trousers as you rushed down the path, catching up with him as he opened the boot of his car. Another balloon escaped, he caught it before it floated away, stuffing it back inside a bin bag and twisting it closed.

"What are you doing here?" you hissed, leaning in and grabbing a box filled with table centrepieces.

"I ran into her outside the church," he replied. "She needed help with all this stuff, I couldn't just leave her to struggle."

"Yes you could."

He rolled his eyes. "Relax, you haven't told them anything, have you?"

"Of course not."

"Then it's fine. Help me get this inside and then I'll leave."

You gathered the rest of the decorations. He reached up to close the boot, stopping to look down at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You haven't text, so I assume everything was alright after I left the other day?"

"I haven't paid my phone bill, remember?"

He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head softly.

"But no, it was fine," you sighed. "I said a few things, packed and came here. Uneventful, all things considered."

He nodded and closed the boot with a heavy slam, hoisting an obnoxiously large display of balloons and flowers over his shoulder.

"How's your hand?" you asked.

He laughed again, looking down at the faint bruising on his knuckles. "It's fine. Was worth it."

You glanced up at him, eyes falling immediately to the slight smirk across his lips; a smirk that held entirely new meaning now. You'd kissed those lips, felt them on your skin. Those lips had tasted you, parted to let out the most divine moans.

He arched an eyebrow. "Ellis," he whispered sternly. "Stop looking at me like that."

It sounded like a reprimand, but you knew it was more of a warning; a reminder that nothing innocent ever came from those looks.

You conceded, clearing your throat and making your way back into the house.

"Why don't you stay for dinner?"

This was it. Your punishment from the heavens.

Father Benedict let out an appreciative sigh. "Oh, no, I-"

"Come on, I insist," said your mother. "You came all this way to help me, it's only fair."

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Consider it a thank you, especially after everything you did getting the christening sorted so quickly."

"I er..." he blew out a long breath. "I really don't want to impose-"

"Nonsense! Go on, sit down."

She gestured towards the dining room before disappearing into the kitchen. Mara waited until she was gone before letting out a laugh, turning to Father Benedict with an apologetic smile.

The silver theme had bled into the dining room; sparkles and mirrors and crushed velvet cushions on each chair. You wandered around the table, stopping at Cain's chair and making an elaborate sidestep to avoid it. Mara rolled her eyes at you, sitting down with Soleil in her arms as Nathan pulled up a chair beside her. You slumped into your seat, pressing your lips together firmly as Father Benedict sat down directly opposite you.

"She's hungry," Mara muttered, reaching to open her blouse. "You don't mind do you, Father? It's not offensive or anything?"

You rubbed your eyes. Ah yes, just what this nightmare of a situation was missing, you thought, my sister's left tit.

"No, not at all," he said politely. "I think it's beautiful. The breastfeeding, I mean, not your... erm..."

"Jesus Christ," you mumbled under your breath.

Your mother pushed the door open with her hip, walking in and placing a large pot in the centre of the table. "Beef stew, help yourselves. Father, can I get you anything?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm good, thank you."

"Are you sure? Anything? Condiments? Extra bread? Something different to drink?"

"Just sit down, mum," said Mara. "Leave the poor man alone."

She raised her hands in surrender and sat down at the head of the table.

"Sorry about her," Mara added, turning to Father Benedict. "I think she's got a bit of a crush on you."

He chuckled, and you shuddered at the thought.

"He's a handsome man, Mara." She turned to Nathan. "Isn't he."

"I couldn't possibly comment," he replied.

Everyone laughed, even your own face broke with a smile.

It was astonishing, how one person could be so charming, so charismatic and endearing that everyone he came into contact with was left in awe of him. And it was you he'd chosen. This man, who was so delicious that the flavour of him lingered in the mouths of people who'd barely had a taste, had wanted you, worshipped you, fantasised about you.

You.

Everyone made smalltalk as they ate, the sound of cutlery clinking against dishes filling the brief silences between conversation. You'd never been good at smalltalk. But then again, you'd never been particularly good at 'big talk' either; preferring to melt into the background, nibbling on a piece of bread as you took in the mundanity of everyday chatter around you.

"So go on then, why've you moved back home?" said Mara, bringing you back into focus.

You glared at her, pausing for a moment before shrugging. "I broke up with Alfie."

"After the christening?"

"Mhm."

"What happened?"

You picked up your spoon and swirled it in your stew, pushing a chunk of potato around the bowl as you spoke. "Caught him cheating on me... With Gina."

Your mother gasped, Nathan's eyes widened in shock.

"That fucker," Mara spat.

"Mara," said your mother, nodding towards Father Benedict.

"Sorry," she said.

"It's alright," he replied. "He does sound like a fucker."

Everyone laughed quietly, easing the tension around the table.

You exchanged brief but intense eye contact with him. He turned his head quickly, exposing the edge of a love bite from beneath the collar of his jumper. You bit your lip, holding back a smile before spooning stew into your mouth.

"So yeah," you mumbled as you chewed. "It is what it is."

Mara's eyes narrowed. You could tell she was sceptical, trying to work out why you weren't more upset. Her gaze darted between you and Father Benedict before she relaxed back into her chair.

"Gina text me that night asking if you were at mine," she said.

"Yeah, I walked out after I caught them."

"Where did you go?"

"A friend's. So mum, I was wondering if I'd be okay to stay until I sort out a place to live."

"Of course," she said.

"What friend?" Mara pressed.

"Does it matter?" you replied. "Why did Gina say I'd left?"

"She didn't. Conveniently left that part out. Why did you go to a friend's house and not come to mine?"

You shrugged. "Because we don't do that."

"What?"

"Come to each other for things."

"You can come to me for things."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "Wh-"

"How are you going to move everything out of the house?" asked your mother.

"I've asked Dad if he can drive me over in his van at the weekend."

"God this is just awful." She placed her head in her hands. "What are you going to do, Ellis? You've got no money."

"Cheers, mum."

"And I've not got the funds to help you get a place of your own. Do you think your dad and Nicola could help?"

"I don't- no, I'm- I'll work something out."

"Mum," said Mara. "You're embarrassing her in front of the clergyman."

Father Benedict dropped his head with an awkward laugh. "It's fine. This is nothing compared to some of the things I've heard in this job."

"Ooh like what?" your mother leaned closer.

"If you can think of it, someone's probably confessed it to me."

"Wow." She rested her cheek on her fist, studying his face. "Is that why you wanted to be a priest? All the gossip?"

He cleared his throat and set his spoon on the edge of his bowl. "Well, actually, I er... I had a brother who passed away-"

She gasped. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. You know, the girls lost a brother as well. Cain, my eldest. He was only twenty-four."

Mara shuffled uncomfortably in her seat.

"How did he go?" your mother continued. "If you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh, he... He had substance abuse issues," he replied. "Sorted himself out towards the end though, got clean. But by that point he'd already done so much damage, his body just... gave out."

You felt a pang in your chest, his voice so soft and sincere you could almost hear the heartbreak.

"I'm sorry." She reached over and placed a hand on his for a moment, her fingers resting over the bruises on his knuckles.

He smiled, seemingly grateful for the comfort. "He was religious towards the end. It made me start looking at my own faith after he passed."

She nodded. "Y'know when we first lost Cain, I contemplated going to church a few times. But the way he died, it was so... brutal. I couldn't fathom a god would let that happen-"

"Mum," Mara groaned, almost pleading for her to stop.

"Ellis was thirteen," she continued obliviously. "Decided she wanted to do gymnastics, but the place was so far away she wouldn't be able to make it there after school unless someone drove her."

Mara let out a huff before handing the baby to Nathan. "She's full, I'll be back in a minute."

You watched as she rose from the table, walking out as your mother continued to speak.

"Mara was the one who usually took her, but she was busy on this particular day so Cain did it instead. Anyway, on their way home he lost control of the car. The pair of them were in terrible shape. They had to cut you out from the roof, didn't they Ellis."

You exhaled a long, slow breath.

"Obviously she survived, thank god. But Cain wasn't wearing his seatbelt."

"Gosh, I'm so sorry," said Father Benedict.

You stood up suddenly, brushing your hair out of your face. "I'm going to get another drink."

Mara was stood in the kitchen, staring out of the window at the darkening sky, tongue pressed to the inside of her cheek. You closed the door behind you and let out a sigh.

"Is she still going on about it?" she asked, eyes fixed on the window.

"Mhm."

"Fuck sake," she whispered. "She just talks about it fucking constantly. Anyone who'll listen. The poor guy only came to help with decorations and now she's dumping all the family trauma on him."

"He doesn't mind. He's good with this kind of stuff, always knows what to say."

She finally looked at you. "What did you mean when you said we don't come to each other for things?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged. "I don't know. We just... don't. Not like proper sisters."

"Proper sisters?"

"You know what I mean. Sisters who aren't nine years apart. Who don't have a huge elephant following them into every room."

She returned to looking out of the window.

You licked your lips awkwardly before making your way towards the fridge. "After Cain died-"

"Ellis," she groaned.

"Just let me... After Cain died, I snuck into your room a few times when you were out and read your diary."

She spun around. "You did what? Why?"

"Honestly? I always felt like you wished it would've been me instead of him. But I knew you'd never actually say that out loud. So I'd skim through looking for my name to see if you wrote it there instead."

She stood there, speechless, lips parted in stunned silence. "You actually thought I wished you'd died in that car?"

"If it meant he got to walk away from it instead-"

"Well that's not true. Of course it's not fucking true. I- well, let's get one thing straight, if we're wishing for stuff I'd have just wished for no one to die."

"Fair."

"But no. Ellis, Jesus Christ, no. I know I've not been the best sister in the world, but bad enough for you to think I wished you weren't here? Really?"

"Well I don't think that anymore. But it's hard, I mean, why would I go to you for things when I spent the majority of my life feeling like you resented me?"

Her shoulders slumped, a defeated breath leaving her.

"Do you know, I think it actually bothered me more that you just never wrote about me at all," you said. "Ever."

"There isn't enough paper and ink in the world, that's why."

You laughed softly, turning to pour yourself a drink.

"Can we just get rid of the elephant?" she asked.

"Hm?"

"Tell it to fuck off. Leave us alone."

You turned back to face her, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I'm not sure how you tell an elephant to fuck off, but we can give it a go."

"Okay. Good." She paused. "Do we hug now or something?"

"I'm not really a hugger."

"Thank god, neither am I."

You took a large gulp of your drink. She watched you quietly, eyes burning into you.

"Are you really alright? About Alfie and Gina?"

"Yeah. I actually am. I think I finally understand what people mean when they say it feels like a weight's been lifted off them. I feel lighter."

She smiled.

"We should probably go back in," you said.

"Yeah. Get back to Mr tall dark and handsome."

"Mara."

"What?" she laughed. "Do you know he hasn't stopped looking at you all night?"

"I think he just feels awkward."

"Hm."

"He's a priest. Even if... I don't know, there's just- It's not..." "Who knows, maybe he's secretly well up for it."

You laughed. "Yeah, maybe."

She walked towards the door. You followed behind, stopping when she turned to whisper.

"Just do me a favour, whatever you do, don't get pregnant. Your hair falls out, you can't cough without pissing yourself and your sex life goes down the drain."

"Well if you're pissing yourself all the time, it's no wonder."

She glared at you, but it only lasted a moment before a smile began to emerge.

Mara warned you not to get pregnant. And if that wasn't caution enough, watching forty nine-year-olds running wild around a church would definitely do it. They were loud, boisterous, ignoring their exhausted parents as they bounced from pew to pew.

A headache was taking root behind your eyes, every screeching voice and thud of little feet making it worse. You were beginning to think June lied when she said she was visiting her niece in Wales, maybe she just wanted to avoid doing this.

You stood near the doors of the chapel, handing out pens and taking attendance as each family arrived. Father Benedict walked up and down the aisle, welcoming them with smiles and high-fives, asking parents to spread out, though not many seemed to listen.

You kept glancing over your shoulder at him, as though you couldn't help but steal a quick peek whenever his back was turned. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a snug-fitting fleece jacket, his white collar peeking out of the top. It had been four days since the night you spent together, yet the look on his face when you took that collar off was as fresh as the moment it happened, even down to the popping sound it made as you tugged it away from his neck.

He checked his watch before turning on his heels, strolling leisurely towards you.

"How are you getting on?" he asked, glancing down at the attendance sheet in your hands.

"Just making a mental note to take my contraception later," you replied, looking around as a group of kids chased each other from one side of the chapel to the other.

He laughed. "They're fine when you know how to handle them. Watch."

He turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth, his voice loud and commanding, echoing in the steepled roof. "Okay everyone! I'm going to begin, so I want children sat with their parents please!"

The children immediately fell into order, their ruckus fading to a quiet hum as they rushed to sit down.

You bit your lip; the way he could control a room with nothing but his voice stirring something deep inside you. He walked down the aisle to the altar and turned to face them all, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"Welcome, everyone. Thank you very much, as always, for coming. I know these preparation sessions can be a bit of a pain when we're all so busy, but it is so important for the children to be attending, especially as their first holy communion is just around the corner."

'What's that?" a young boy with a freckled nose asked, pointing to a small brass font on the wall.

"Holy water," you replied, chin resting on your fist as you sat at the back of the chapel.

"What's that?"

"A sanctuary lamp."

"What about that over there?"

"A hymn book."

"And what's that?"

"That's just a radiator."

"Oh."

"Bradley," his mother shouted. "Come on, leave the lady alone."

It was the longest hour of your life. Father Benedict had sent the children on a scavenger hunt around the church, challenging them to tick off as many items as they could find. But for some reason, most of them were more fascinated with you. They came over in waves, small groups of curious eyes asking you random questions, touching your things or trying to trick you into identifying everything for them.

You checked your phone. Ten minutes. Just ten more minutes.

"What's your name?" a soft, delicate voice asked.

You looked up to see a small waif of a girl standing next to you, the biggest brown eyes you'd ever seen gazing at you in wonder.

"Ellis," you replied.

"I'm Dot."

"Dot?"

"Mhm." She nodded, hugging her work book close to her chest. "Are you Father Benedict's wife?"

You gave a soft laugh. "No, just a helper."

"Oh okay." She paused, looking down at her feet. "I think you're really pretty," she finally said.

Your mouth fell open slightly; the compliment somehow meaning more coming from a child.

"Thank you. I think you're really pretty too."

She smiled, a set of deep dimples forming in her cheeks before skipping away.

Maybe a kid or two wouldn't be so bad, you thought. No, god no, Ellis. Remember what Mara said about peeing yourself all the time.

The session ended ten minutes late. You sighed as the final few families left, your headache already beginning to ease in the newfound silence. You closed the doors, leaning back against them dramatically for a moment.

"You survived!" Father Benedict's voice echoed across the vast, empty space.

"Next time I volunteer myself for something, remind me of tonight," you called back.

He chuckled, taking a set of keys from his pocket. "Can you lock those doors for me?"

You nodded before letting out a pathetic shriek as the keys came soaring through the air towards you. When they landed at your feet, you looked up to see him laughing, covering his mouth with his hand.

"What about me makes you think I'd be good at catching?" you shouted.

He continued to laugh, picking up a box and disappearing into the back.

It was eerie being the only person in a church; the slightest movements seeming to echo, every piece of art staring directly at you. You locked the doors and began cleaning up, weaving through the pews collecting pens and forgotten booklets, the occasional sweet wrapper.

You wandered down towards Father Benedict's office, tapping your knuckles against the open door and stepping inside.

"Some left over booklets," you said.

He was crouched at a small filing cabinet, fanning his fingers through a drawer of papers. "Oh, thanks," he said, glancing over his shoulder at you. "Just throw them on the desk."

You walked over and threw them down as instructed, hovering for a moment, like something inside you didn't want to leave.

"A little girl thought I was your wife," you said with a slight smirk.

He stood up, brushing the stray curls out of his eyes. "Really? That's quite cute actually."

"Mm. She called me pretty and I nearly cried."

He smiled, walking over to the desk. "She's not wrong."

You kept your eyes on him, watching his hands as they fanned out the booklets, his jaw clenching as he peered down at them.

"Anything else you want me to do?" you asked.

He presses his lips together in thought. "No, I think that's everything. You're relieved from duty."

"Thank god."

"I appreciate you helping out tonight. I know it's a bit... awkward."

"Is it?"

"Well it's the first time we've been alone together since..."

You looked around the office, setting your sights on the couch for a moment before returning to him.

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Don't even think about it."

"I didn't say anything."

He moved slightly closer, lowering his voice. "Ellis, it is taking everything in me to behave myself."

You gazed up at him, a thousand comebacks flitting through your mind. But in the end, you chose to yield, nodding gently and stepping away. "I'll get going then."

You left the office, pulling the door closed behind you with a disappointed huff. It was harder, somehow, to leave empty handed after knowing what it felt like to get every last piece of him. But you hadn't come here for that; you came to help, and now it was time to go.

"Fuck sake," you whispered, halting halfway down the hall when you realised the keys were still in your pocket.

You turned around to begin walking back, but the sound of the office door made you slow to a stop.

Father Benedict stepped out, his eyes falling on you. "You have-"

"The keys, I know," you laughed, taking them out and hurrying over to him.

He took them from you and slipped them into his back pocket, looking down at you with a heavy, pensive brow. You swallowed hard, eyes flitting to the love bite peeking over his collar. You wanted to reach out and touch it, run your fingers over the place your mouth had been, the flesh you'd marked as yours. But you resisted, breathing steadily, waiting for him to speak.

"Fuck it," he finally said, and in one swift movement, his hands were on your face.

He pulled you into a hard, aggressive kiss, spinning you around and pressing you back against the wall. You gasped into his mouth, fingers immediately finding his hair and grasping it tight.

His breath was hot, hungry, overflowing with need and frustration. You felt his hands move from your face to your neck, fingertips pushing into the soft skin of your throat as his body pressed firmly into you.

When he finally broke away, he kept his face close; forehead resting against yours, panting heavily into your open mouth. You moaned softly, chest heaving in an attempt to catch your breath as you stared up at him in awe.

He always said you had a way of looking at him. But the way he was looking at you right now; nothing but fire.

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