You were devoutly religious. That was your life’s foundation. You imagined nothing less for yourself..well..until Him. Arthur was far from the saint of your dreams. You disagreed with everything about him. But god..something about him always drew you in. You prayed every night for the burden of your affections to be taken away.

But tonight..you slipped up. Went to far. Now you were laying flush against him in his cot, unsure of where your clothes even were. Although some deep, repressed part of you loved this. Even if it was a sin. “You okay?” Arthur mumbled against your ear, his hand lazily rubbing patters into your hip, his breath still heavy from the nights events.