Part Five of my filthy priest verse (omg I’m going straight to hell for this I know it). Find the other parts here.
Summary: Father Gold and Sister Belle seek shelter from the rain. All alone in the library. And oh, how weak they are…
Rating: very, very NC-17 God I’m sorry.
The air inside the library was stale, smelling of books, and Belle hugged herself when she followed Father Gold into the twilight. She should have run to the Convent. What was the use in getting dry now and then get soaked again on her way to the Convent? She could impossibly wait until it stopped raining, alone with Father Gold in the library. But then she shrugged. She had been alone with him all morning when they had been working.