A poem about Fleabag and the Priest. Fluffy yet heartbreaking in the traditional Fleabaggy way.

Follows on from the end of Season Two. Fleabag and the Priest were not meant to stay apart. When another Family event forces them together, the pull of their attraction is too much to stay apart. Especially when there's more than a little assistance pushing them back together.

[Fleabag/Priest one-shot] It started innocently enough. And then, she's fully stalking him, just to keep him in her life somehow. It's maddening, but it's just what she needs... [Rated T for Fleabag's foul mouth]

Follows a year after the events at the bus stop. Told from the Priest's POV.

English translation under Italian text A drabble from "Hands drabble challenge" of Fb group Il giardino di EFP. Written originally in Italian.

A AU that can become quite strange, a suspension of disbelief...

A work from the priest POW after the bus scene. written by impulse, about the way he left and the fox followed... he thinks, oh yes he thinks...

What happened after the hot priest left Fleabag at the bus stop? And, actually what was his real name?