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Hell was horny.
Charlie understood this, at least intellectually. Sinners went to Hell. Sinners enjoyed indulgences. Sex was something humans indulgenced in on earth… ergo, it only stood to reason that Hell would be a horny place.
Charlie understood why it happened that way… but she never understood the emotions behind it. She didn’t desire sex. She didn’t judge those who did, but, to her, it mostly just seemed sticky. Lots of fluids in lots of places. Lots of weird noises. Not her thing.
This didn’t matter to Heaven.
From Adam’s view, her mind was filled with sinful lust. Sinful kisses pressed firmly to her angel’s forehead. Sinful hands held under the table, just out of view. Sinful touches on the shoulder. Sinful butterflies in her stomach when she worries she could have lost it all.
And, when wrapped in Vaggie's warm embrace, Charlie wouldn’t have it any other way.