A/N: Written for Oxoniensis's Porn Battle X. The prompt was V, Erica/Father Jack, forbidden
He pushes her against the wall, as they pour all of their pain, anger and frustration in the kiss. At first it's an escape for both of them, a way to feel something good for a moment. He grips her face between his palms, her tongue clashing with his.
Slowly it becomes something more. It isn't just about feeling something good; it's about expressing something they shouldn't be saying. He relaxes his grip on her, moving his hands down to stroke her hips, while she starts caressing his face and neck.
When her fingers touch his collar, she pulls away.