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Summary
"J-Just take a seat!" Father Mulcahy says cheerfully as he continues laying out the vessels. "I'll have everything ready in a mo—" And he cuts off at the exact second that he looks over his shoulder.
Adrenaline tastes like a lot of things depending on the situation that summons it. When John hears chopper blades, it's a little like acid. When his date's interrupted by someone pounding on the door of supply, it stings like ginger. And right now, seeing the uncertainty in the man in front of him, knowing full well how easy it is to seduce away, understanding that he's making a conscious choice to screw something up, it tastes like burnt caramel.
It'd be a lot easier to care if John hadn't been chewed up and spit out by the same monster that Mulcahy seems so reluctant to let go of.
John flashes a toothy grin. "Hiya, Father."
Series
- Part 8 of Smutty One-Shots