Mary bit down on her lip gently, giving a slight shudder against him at the sudden touch she hadn't been expecting. "And yet some are just more memorable," she replied, bracing herself more firmly on the windowsill. She couldn't help goading him. Somehow it made this better if she remembered the reasons she was angry at him, at what he'd done to them.
Mary moved one hand behind her now, wrapping her fingers in the material of Judas' trousers so that he was harder pulled to body her as she rocked against him. "How many silver pieces for me, Judas?"