The Imperfect Priest

[chanaud]

Gabrielle laughed huskily at his play for humor. Then her laughter slowed to eventual silence when she saw the hard glint in his eyes.

“Where are we really?”

Her voice shook with anticipation. Gabrielle was young and she didn’t know how to play this game. His hand touched her elbow lightly and sent a delicious tingle through her veins. When he led her down a stony path, she noticed how close he was, his body heat was more powerful than the sun, and the pressure of his hand on her elbow grew. The rich display of colors of the beach roses were unappreciated, yet the powerful odor served as an aphrodisiac. Gabrielle’s head spun dizzily with each breath.

“Can we sit please?”

“Not yet. I want to show you something first.”

They walked further on the winding pathway. When Gabrielle was sure she was lost, a hint of another odor hit her nostrils making her quicken her steps for more. The salt air grew bolder making her nose flare. The dance of merriment in her eyes told Father Damien how much she loved the ocean.

“What a wondrous place, Father! You must tell me who’s home we’re invading.”

 

[ariosto]

"It's the Pope's beach house girl...didn't I just tell you?"
She turned to face him, her hair blown wild by the seabreeze, her short skirt snapping around her legs.
He wasn't smiling. There was something in his eyes...something dark, something smoldering...

She shivered but it wasn't the wind.

"Come on."
He said reaching down to tug off his heavy black shoes.
"I don't get to play in the water very much...let's go wade at least."

His tone had lightened and the shadow she'd sensed a moment ago dissapated into the fresh salt air.
Damien straightened back up...how tall he was!

"Give me your shoes Gabrielle, I'll put them with mine."
He'd placed his high on a twisted tee limb, toes pointed seaward.

Holding his arm for support she bent down and slipped them off her pastel pumps, handing them to him, smiling at him...tempting him...ohh goddddd... Little bitch, I'm going to...

"Hey! Let's go!"
She cried and broke through the sawgrass, running.

Father Damien followed more slowly, his mind madly alive with his own demons.

 

[ariosto]

Here you chanaud, I'll make it esay for you *wink*