For I Have Sinned
I followed him down the hall to a room that held an array of things, from boxes to furniture. I stood in the door way as he move things around till he pushed a cot folded in half toward the door. He handed me an extra set of blankets, giving me a warm smile as he did and placed a small box on the cot before we left the room.
“Can you tell me more about the creatures?” He asked as we walked back down the hall towards his room, the wheels on the roll away squeaking as we went.
“They’re just shadows, crawling up walls, or ceilings. And they reach out for people, never actually grabbing them, and they are always trying to get me.” I explained, hugging the blanket close to me, trying to wave off a chill that wasn’t really there. “They fear nothing, but the light. They run from it, maybe it hurts them, I don’t know.”
“And you saw them earlier?” He asked, looking over to me.
“Yes, they are always around when it’s dark, bad things have happened when they’ve been around.” I whispered as we entered the room again, he left the door open as he opened the cot locking it in place. He turned, grabbing some cloth out of the box and handed them to me.
“I’m sure you would rather wear something other then hospital clothes.” He smiled as I gently took them, he turned his back unfolding the blanket as I began to remove the mint colored top I had been wearing. The cold air hit my exposed skin, gooseflesh popped up across my chest and back.
Father Barnes turn back to me, his blue eyes went wide as he stared at my bare chest. His mouth slightly open and his cheeks flushed before turning away suddenly. I’m not exactly sure why he had done that, it was an interesting response.
“Hail Mary, full of grace, for the lord is with thee.” The priest muttered under his breath head casted up the ceiling, slowly I grabbed the top he had given me and pulled down over my exposed flesh. “Are you decent?”
“Am I decent?” I asked back, confused by the question, how was I not decent before.
“Do you have a shirt on?” He asked, exasperation in his voice.
“Yes.” I replied, slowly he looked over his shoulder to me before he turned to face me fully. “What do you mean by decent?”
“I meant did you have clothes on.” He sighed, walking over to me. “When you change next time, let me know so I may leave the room. I should under no circumstances see you indisposed like that.”
“I did something wrong?” I don’t understand, somehow my bare body was wrong for this man to see.
“Yes, well no, it’s just.” He took a breath running his hand through his hair clearly flustered. “I am a man of God, I am not to be tempted by the flesh of a woman. You did nothing wrong, Sparrow, but from now on please allow me to step outside the room.”
“Yes, Father Barnes.” I responded looking down, another droplet of water fell from my eye.
“Don’t cry, Sparrow.” He said softly, lifting my chin with his knuckle.
“What is cry?” I asked, his thumb brushed the stray water that rolled down my cheek.
“You really don’t understand do you?” He asked, staring into my eyes. “You cry when you feel lost, alone, upset, in pain, or scared. This..” he held up his thumb so I could see the water that he had swiped from my cheek. “Is a tear, it’s what happens when you cry.”
I nodded slowly, I had done plenty of that, cry. I never understood why the water came from my eyes. But it always had, making it hard to see at times. I looked to priest as he smiled warmly gesturing to the cot he had set up. I walked over to it and sat down, watching as he walked over to the lamp.
“Don’t!” I almost yelled, stretching my hand out to him. He stopped and looked over to me.
Bucky stared at the look on her face, twisted slightly with panic as his fingers rested on the switch to turn it off. Her eyes raised meet his, pleading with him silently not to turn the lamp off. It was the darkness she was scared of after all, she had told him that much. He nodded lightly walking back over to his cot, normally he would of disrobed and put on his bed clothes but with her in the room he had decided that was crossing the line.
He knelt next to his bed, saying a silent pray as Sparrow laid down, watching him with curious eyes. He tried not to think about her as he laid down, giving her one last look before his closed his eyes. She was staring at him, her eyes tracking over every feature on his face, he didn’t think he had ever met someone so lost and clueless about normal human responses. She was genuinely confused as to why she shouldn’t just change before him.
He tried not to think about how soft her skin looked, how full her breasts were. A part of him, a deep carnal part him want to touch her, to feel her skin. He closed his eyes tighter trying to force the image of her breasts out of his mind, he should not be having impure thoughts about her. Or thoughts about how he wanted to caress her breasts, feel her nipples harden under his finger tips.
His pants began to constrict as he felt his cock begin to stiffen. Dear lord, he needed to stop this fantasy that kept rolling through his head, the one were his mouth was pressed tight around her hardened bud. He could feel his cock throb in his pants, it had a mind of own suddenly. He rolled to his away from Sparrow’s direction, the fabric of his pants brushing against the sensitive skin, making him bite his lip as a small wave of pleasure rippled through him.
Bucky breathed hard, calming breathes reciting prayer after prayer, hoping for the impure thoughts to go away. Hopping and willing for sleep to take hold to stop his want of her body. He shifted his hips slightly hoping to give his lower half some more room, as his pants were becoming unbearable. The fabric rub against the head, sending a wave of pleasure through him. He knew he was in for long night.