Title: Age Difference
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize. No profit is being made.

Abbe could no longer keep his job at the Charantan. After breaking the chastity vow he had made so long ago, he was no longer suited for his "craft". Madeleine, still a very skilled laundry maid, could have stayed, but she refused. She had lost Abbe his job, and she loved him more than life itself; Charantan meant nothing to her if he wasn't there.

Before leaving, she had to say goodbye to the Marquis. His confines harsher, now: he was chained up like a dog in a hole. The doctor told Abbe he had to accompany and watch her. Now that he was no longer a priest, he shed the long robe and in place wore a short, black jacket over his white shirt. He sat on the stairs into the Marquis prison, trying to give his lady her privacy.

"I'll miss you, Marquis." She held the old man's tired face in her hands. "But I must go with Abbe."

"Why?" The Marquis was suddenly mad. "Stay with me! I'll show you pleasure!"

She smacked him and stood, "I love him, that's why!" Inwardly, Abbe was smiling, though he would not allow himself the pleasure of doing so.

Many of the patients were sad to see Abbe go. They waved him a sad farewell as he and Maddy walked away.

He wasn't sure where to take his lady, so the first night, they stayed in an upscale bed and breakfast inn. She slept next to him, the back of her nightgown unlaced to let some air in. he rubbed his hand over her back, trying not to wake her. He slipped it under the fabric of the gown, around her warm belly, and pulled her closer. She was cradled against him and still asleep, or so he thought.

Through her gown, she wrapped her arms around his, "I didn't know you were awake," he whispered into her hair.

"I am." She spoke gently, as though worried she might frighten him away.

"I know you are, you're moving, aren't you?" He smiled next to her, felt her smile, too.

"Did you hear what happened to the doctor's young wife?"

"No…" He rubbed her torso lightly, urging her to continue.

"She disappeared along with that architect. Another scandal to be covered."

He sighed before she pushed his hand up towards her breast. "Maddy…"He sucked in a quick breath, she felt his arousal on her backside.

"What is it Abbe?"

Another conflict, other than his now broken chastity vow, arose in his mind. "Am I…too old for you?" His hand was still on her chest, so she pulled the top of the gown down, letting herself roll over.

"Never doubt us, Abbe. This is right and you know it."

His hands still hadn't moved, even through his doubts, he kept them where they were. She scooted closer to him, jutting her thighs against his legs, clothed in britches. He groaned and pushed himself forward, she grabbed his shoulders, giving herself better leverage. He pushed her gown to her feet, biting her shoulders. He sucked on the skin, rolling down past her chest, licking, nipping, biting. He went to her belly, then came back up. She pushed his pants off, he got on top of her, lowered himself into her. She squeaked, breathed a sigh of immediate relief.

She kissed him, waves of drug rolling over her. "Oh, Abbe." She cut him again, nails making dents in his skin, rivets of blood running down his back. He grabbed onto the headboard of the Victorian style masterpiece and drove harder into her. He wept a little, still unsure of the sin he was committing, breaking a life long vow, yet again. He couldn't help it, the temptation had driven him mad, almost to the edge of insanity. He knew it had driven his Madeleine crazy, too.

She kissed the tears of his cheeks, he must've been sobbing harder than he knew, he was louder than he expected. She licked them off, stuck her tongue in his mouth. He gasped, drew back, then let her in. He wrapped his tongue around hers, kissed her more fiercely, accidentally drew blood.

"I love you Abbe."

"I love you…I love you, too." He had brought himself to say it, he had left out "as a child of God."

Fin