Thanks to my betas Leanne Golightly and Isabel Southwell. You girls are wonderful

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She walks through the church doors and takes my breath away. She looks angelic, a beautiful angel standing there in the door way, with the sun glistening on her skin. She heads towards a booth and I know I have to speak to her. I was compelled by a force stronger than my own will. I sit opposite, my view obscured, but it doesn't matter. When she opens her mouth to speak, her voice is like chiming bells.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned."

"Tell me my child." I reply.

Bella's POV.

Now hold on a minute. That's not the frail, trepid voice that I usually hear at confession. This voice is smooth and deep. This is a voice that makes you sit up and listen. This voice is sexy. Can you say a priest's voice is sexy? Well, it is. It's a sexy voice.

"Father, I have taken the Lord's name in vain this week—on many occasions." Let's start him off easy. With Father Aro, I would usually dive right in with the gory stuff: the drinking and sex. Actually, I had been taking the Lord's name in vain during sex, but I don't want to hit him with that double whammy during our first time together. What would he think of me?

"Is there anything else, my child?" he asks.

"Yes, father. I was awful to my father during an argument and blasphemed. " This is also pretty tame. By now, I would usually be onto positions and locations, but something had me feeling a little shy. It was that voice, I realize, that Goddamn (sorry) sexy voice! I want the owner of that voice to think well of me. No more confessing for me today. I reason that I will come back later, and seek out Father Aro.

"Go on, my child."

I wonder if the rest of him is as sexy as that voice?

"That's all, Father."

"Then say ten Hail Mary's, my child, and your sins shall be forgiven."

"Thank you, Father,"

Usually after I have paid penance for my sins, I'm out of this place like a shot. Today though, I'm loitering, and I know why. I want to catch a glimpse of the owner of that voice.

Kneeling in a pew, I pretend to pray. I'm sure that I'm actually committing some sort of sin right now— pretending to pray so that I can perv on a priest. Not good, not good at all, but I continue anyway.

My knees begin to protest. It's not that I'm not used to this position; it's just that usually I have a pillow. The old lady next to me has a pillow, with a little cross stiched on it, saying., 'A prayer a day keeps Satan away.' The little woman is praying hard, her head bowed and her lips are moving.

I look down the pew. The church is pretty full today. Admittedly, I never stay this long, but I notice that there are a lot of woman here. There are a few cleavages on show and some short skirts. I'm not the only one waiting for the new priest, or so it seems.

The confessional booth opens.

"Hallelujah," says the old woman beside me.

I couldn't have put it better myself.

The man is sex on legs! Messy hair, come to bed eyes, and a slightly crooked nose that just adds to his charm. I fancy him instantly. Shit! (Sorry. Note to self: stop swearing in church.) The guy's wearing what is basically a dress, and he is still the best looking man I have ever seen.

Oh, Hell, (sorry) I fancy my priest. No, it's more than fancy…I have fallen in lust! I have never wanted anyone so much in my life.

Rising from my pew, I head towards him, wanting to introduce myself. I want to know his name. I want to hear his voice again. I want to shake his hand. I want to lick… (Sorry! Note to self number two: no impure thoughts about my priest while I'm still in the house of God.)

I sashay towards him, confident in my ability to attract the opposite sex. Suddenly, I'm shoved out the way by none other than the old lady who had been praying next to me. She is followed by many others. All making a beeline for my priest.

I catch his eye above the heads of the simpering women between us. I smile. He smiles back. My insides go funny-that smile could make me c…

I need to get out of church right now, before God strikes me down where I stand!

Fresh air fills my lungs. I take another deep breath, and it clears my head. Fancying a priest! Well it can't happen, so I will just put him in the little fantasy drawer in my head to be pulled out when needed.

All day I find my thoughts straying towards him. I wish that I had found out his name. I have christened him Father Fuckable—I figure that I can only use this name while I'm not in church. As that's only one hour once a week, it shouldn't be to hard, and yet, I have the desire to return to the church and take another look.

I can't, though, as I have plans—drinks with my best friend, Rose, and her husband, Emmett. Newlyweds. It's going to be a long hard slog to get through all that face-sucking and hip-grinding, but we have been best friends for ten years —so, for her, I can at least try.

Maybe a little time in church would fill me with the patience needed? Maybe. I check my watch. Is church even open past 8pm? I honestly have no idea.

I will go tomorrow, as I didn't have my full confession today. Looking forward to church for the first time in my life, I get ready for my night with Rose and Emmett.

Edwards POV.

Her confession was so sweet and innocent. I find myself hoping that she will still be in church when confession is over. I would like to know her better—as a member of the church, of course.

I see her. She smiles at me and it's radiant. I return the smile, hoping that she will come and tell me her name. She suddenly looks horrified, turns, then leaves. I would like to follow, but I have many members of the church wanting to talk to me, so I cannot.

I find my thoughts straying to her throughout the day.

As evening arrives, I prepare to see my old friend, Emmett, and I can't help but wonder when I shall see that sweet girl again.