Angel, her name a cruel irony, finds herself in the priest's study after hours. He's an older man, his eyes kind but firm, his hands steady as he guides her through her penance. But as she reads aloud from the sacred text, her voice falters, her eyes flicking up to meet his. She feels a strange, forbidden heat pooling in her core, her body betraying her. She tries to push away the thoughts, the images, but they're too vivid - his hands on her body, her mouth on him, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time. Her penance complete, she leaves, her body aching for a forgiveness only he can provide.