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Our Lady Of Fandom - Saturday Evening

Seifer had spent that morning getting the church in order, and this evening he was there again. Right there, in the front, kneeling down and praying with his rosary in hand. He was praying that the Lord would forgive him for the lust and depravity that this town brought into his mind. It was just so hard to resist sometimes, and he needs his God's love and guidance to do so.

Not that his focus on his own troubles would stop him from helping anyone who came through the doors. He was there to serve. Whether it be to calm a troubled soul, ease a hurting heart, or perform a marriage ceremony or two.

It seemed Fandom was rather obsessed with marriages.

[Yep, open post for you all]

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Seriously. God was either testing him or giving him a reward. A half-dressed nun begging for his help.

He was going to have to double up his prayers tonight. And at this rate, he wouldn't be going to bed. At least not to sleep.

"Sister, my dear sister. Of course you may have sanctuary. What has happened to you?"

Karla stayed where she was, clinging to his...robe. Or pants. Or whatever he was wearing. "I...I...I am Sister Karla--I have no last name, I was abandoned at the nunnery as a wee infant, with no more clue to my identity than this."

She pulled out a large diamond ring on a chain out from under her shirt to show Seifer. The camera panned in on it, catching the light sparkling from every facet. This diamond might somehow be...important.

"The nuns raised me to be a pious daughter of the church, even though I have always longed to be free--yearned for something more. And...perhaps...this is why..." She turned away, tears in her eyes. "Perhaps this is my punishment for wishing for a life outside the nunnery's hallowed halls."

Seifer gaped at the ring and then quickly covered it with his hand. "Show this to no one, my sister. For your own safety and mine, show it to no one. Come, let us get out of public eye."

He started toward one door, but quickly changed direction. "Not that one. Definitely not that one. You'll do better back here."

Here possibly opened into the basement.

Karla pulled herself up after him, trotting along obediently. He was a man of the cloth, her churchly superior. Surely he would knot what to do and would take care of her!

She couldn't help but notice his noble profile as his hand had closed around hers. "I--where?" She looked through the door. "W-Why, Father? It looks so...dark."

Her eyes were wide and blue as she looked up at him.

Seifer paused, half tempted to push the tempting nun down the stairs. She could bring ruin upon them all, with the Skywalkers as they were.

"Better to hid you in, my dear. There are candles and cots. I will contact someone that may be able to help you."

Hopefully Ben was still sane.

Karla looked down the stairs and back up at him in fear. "But--but--I'm terrified of the dark!"

She clung to him, pressing her nubile nun's body against his. "Please don't send me down there. It's so dark...and lonely in there..."

"The only other place to hide you would be in the priest's quarters."

Not that he planned on staying there. It was a bit drafty and the heat was dodgy. And he would have to stay to protect her.

"I'm sure we could make it work."

"I--I know, it wouldn't be right, me being a nun and you being a priest..." Karla said, trembling in his arms. "And I am untutored in the ways of the sinful, sinful world, but surely your piety will keep us from wickedness!"

"Trust me, my dear sister. I will tell you if we at any time descend into wickedness," he assured her as he hugged her close.

"Just remember that anything that happens in the house of God, is the will of God."

Oh, like the writers were going to pass on this cheesy plot line that always made the ratings skyrocket. All that was missing was the rain storm pounding outside.

"I might be able to get a fire going to keep us warm."

Karla immediately began weeping into his chest. "That--that can't be true!" she cried. Her lines were rather flatly delivered, but damn could she cry prettily. "My sisters...the Mother Superior...all--no! It's too terrible! I can't say it!" She snuggled closer, her tattered habit exposing a lot of her thighs and leg. "A fire would be nice..." she said, clinging to him. "I'm so..c-c-c-cold."

Why she hadn't been shivering or stuttering before was a mystery.

"I need you for s-s-s-spiritual c-c-comfort, Father..."

Seifer motioned toward the door he avoided before, an arm still wrapped tight around her.

"I'm so sorry, my dear, but it is true. God's will be done, and it is even more so in His places of worship."

The fire in that room would still be going a bit. And the bed isn't too much a of a mess.

From any of the last however many people Seifer had brought back here with him?

"But Father...so many of my sisters are dead! My dear sweet sisters, who I have known since early legal-adulthood. We used to go for secret swims together under the summer moonlight and used to creep into one another's beds to share secret..." She blushed and turned away. "...Secrets."

She left the comfort of his arms and immediately sat on the bed. Looking tragic. "How good God have ordained their deaths? All because of...me?"

Well, that was interesting. He picked up a throw blanket to wrap around her as he sat beside her. "We do not question God, we just accept the things He has happen. We learn from those lessons if we can and move on."

He paused, and then reached for her hand. "Tell me of these secrets, so that you may remember good times with your sisters."

Karla blushed harder. "Perhaps it would be good to confess this, instead? I...worry that...with whatever's after me, perhaps I should be ready to go to the Lord."

Karla got off the bed and knelt before Seifer, the very picture of religious innocence. "Forgive me, father for I have sinned. It's been three days since my last confession, and I fear that, even before, I was...less than truthful. My sisters and I used to practice...things. Like...kissing. And...once or twice...more than that."

Not even a saint could turn away from the lovely picture before him. And God knew, Seifer was no saint. Far from it. And somewhere, there were writers snickering to themselves over the Priest!Kink card being pulled yet again today.

He reached out to place a hand on her bowed head, drawn to her golden hair. "Confess it all, dear sister. What do you mean by more?"

"Well, sometimes our hands would...drift. Lower. Oh, Father, must I truly say it?" Her cheeks were so rosy now, and she kept unconsciously licking her lips. "It is truly scandalous, Father. I am sorely tempted by...impure thoughts. Thoughts I shudder to voice aloud! They must be sent by the devil to plague me! I...I do not know if I can say where our hands would go."

She had hoped he would guess, but perhaps he was too good to have suck wicked thoughts?

"The laws say we must fully speak our sins in order to be forgiven," Seifer told her, his voice low and grave sounding.

Wicked thoughts? No, he didn't have one. He had dozens, and more were forming every moment.

"But, if it is so difficult for you to speak of them, then perhaps you could show me, what it is that you mean."

How this got past the censors was anyone's guess, maybe the writers distracted them with good porn.

It helped that they hadn't actually said anything specific yet! The kept alluding to things and then breaking off, offering titillation without committing.

"Well, Father," Karla said, looking up at him. "If you say this is indeed the will of the Lord..." She reached forward and took his hand, bringing it towards her chest. "My sisters and I...sometimes we'd..."

And the camera panned out to the closing door, Karla still on her knees, silhouetted against the fire.

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