“Have I not already seduced you with all the gnome talk?” Much asked, wrapping an arm around her waist. “That’s Tuck’s church, he hasn’t... explicitly forbidden having sex in there, but I think it’s one of those ‘unwritten’ things. I’m over here,” he nodded his head toward the Parsonage, suddenly wondering if he had ever mentioned to her that he lived in a Parsonage with a Friar. Probably? Surely. So many of his work stories were about the things he got up to with the lads. “Is that alright?” It was sometimes easy to forget her origins were so… biblical. She was just Mary! Sassy and bold and funny.
In the few moments where Mary thought Much wanted them to fuck in a church, she was already turning him down and trying to figure out a work around. Sure, she wanted to fuck but… well, definately not inside a church. Mary wasn’t having sex in Jesus’ house. She didn’t have many standards, but she had that.
But the parsonage? That was just a house. “Parsonage is fine,” she agreed, kissing his shoulder, his warm arm wrapped around her. “Let’s get in before we freeze.”
Much kissed her again as he unlocked the door, a little clumsily because he couldn’t see what he was doing, but he got it open in the end and bolted it back down behind him. He could hear voices in the living room and social as he was he didn’t feel like stopping for a chat tonight. “Hi! It’s me! I’m home! Going to bed! Goodnight!” he called out as he took Mary’s hand and led her toward his room, giving Tuck and Will a quick grin as they hurried past.