Only On Sundays

two

I wrapped a towel around my damp body, stepping out of the shower and onto the heated slate floor. I had washed all my makeup off and my hair was a knotted mess. I peaked out of the bathroom and into Chris' room, making sure the coast was clear. I wasn't a fan of people seeing me without makeup on, even though Chris was balls deep in me half an hour ago. I quickly walked to where my purse was, dropping it into the crook of my arm.

I scanned the area for Chris, but only saw a note on the kitchen island. My name was scribbled on the front of the folded piece of paper. I looked at it curiously for a second before opening it and reading the messy handwriting. It just said for me get changed into anything from his closet and meet him on the porch.

I went back to Chris' room and did as the note said, slipping into my thong before adding a pair of pajama pants and sweater. I applied my basic makeup; quickly dabbing concealer on and blending it out before setting it with powder and drawing my eyebrows on. Last but not least I added mascara and turned off the light, going out to find the porch.

"Take a seat." Chris told me, not taking his eyes off the world outside the wrap around windows. I sat next to him on the purple velvet couch before he handed me a cup of coffee, still not looking at me. I took it from him as I examined the taxidermy, bones and crystals that occupied the border of the room.

"I'm sorry about that." Chris whispered with a strained voice as his hand found mine. He turned to me with a bare face and sympathetic smile. I guess he took a shower too because his hair was dripping slightly. He wore a pair of sweatpants and a band shirt, showing off his sleeves of tattoos.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure what he would apologize about. I had never seen this side of Chris, but that's when he was Father and not daddy. He always seemed so confident, but now he seemed vulnerable. I pulled my knees up to my chest, getting comfortable.

"It's been forever since I did that, and I feel like I went too hard on you. I mean, I'm your priest for fucks sake and I just had my cock in your ass." He huffed out, stuttering on a few words. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and took a sip of coffee. I was surprised to hear him swear, since he barely even said anything that could be interpreted as negative.

"Chris, I've had two guys pounding me in the ass while I had another face fuck me. Sex is natural and you can go as hard on me as you want." I said, trying to reassure him that I was fine. He sighed and nodded, setting his empty mug on the floor by his feet.  

"When we're in church... could things be normal?  Like before?"  Chris asked.  I nodded and took a sip of coffee, trying to make an excuse not to talk.  I was a whore.  I was supposed to be used to once night stands and such.  For some reason I felt like my heart was caving in though.  

"Of course." I told him.  He put his arm around my shoulder, my arm draping across my chest.  I nuzzled my head into his neck as he pushed his face into my hair.

"I'm going to make dinner."  He whispered to me.  I nodded and let him stand up before dropping my hand.  I sat there for a while, just staring at one of the many small skulls.  I got up and walked through the kitchen, slowing down to watch Chris with his back to me.  Carefully I set my mug on the countertop, not making a noise.  I ran back to his bedroom, my feet padding on the floor ever so quietly.  I yanked Chris' clothes off my body, quickly changing into mine.  I took a minute to touch my makeup up, grabbing my purse and walking back out.

Before I could open my mouth, Chris turned to face me.  His soft eyes made me feel bad for wanting to leave.  I dropped my purse to where my shoes were and smiled softly.  It wasn't usual for me to stay after a hookup, but it felt homey.  I took a seat on one of the bar stools, my blouse untucking from the back of my skirt.  I watched as Chris stirred multiple curved pans, eventually mixing them all together.  The whole room smelt like Chinese food, making my mouth water.