She felt a little guilty for being so short; his back would eventually start to ache. She was on her tiptoes, just the slightest bit wobbly, but it was worth it because she could run her fingers through his hair. The tea kettle whistling made her jump a bit; she'd all but forgotten that she'd put the kettle on at all.
Her cheeks were flushed and she grinned wryly before tugging him down by the shirt for another snog. It seemed cruel that just because Mary had been a virgin when Jesus was conceived, everyone expected her to stay one her entire life. That wasn't fair. And she certainly hadn't lived up to that expectation in her lifetime. Chastity wasn't something that interested her.