Haha, that is plenty sufficient begging for the ending to be posted! Thank you :)

So guys, I just want to say I have loved reading your thoughts as you read each chapter; and those of you who came in along the way and caught up too! I really am chuffed you loved this story so much!

I can't decide what to post next but maybe with Beastly out soon I will post 'Ugly'?. Let me know your thoughts?

Ang

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"Father, forgive me, I have sinned."

"What is your sin my child?"

"I walked out on the man I love."

Troy paused, recognising the voice in the confession box, feeling his heart beat excitedly despite the fact it shouldn't.

"Why did you leave, my child?" He asked.

"Because I thought he was better off without me."

Three long weeks. Twenty days, excruciating hours and seconds counting down his loss, he had missed her beyond belief. But that day she came to see him, the day his words dried in his throat and he couldn't stop her from leaving, he'd never recovered from it.

The chance had been there- right in front of him and he had let her walk away.

"Why did you think that?" He wondered.

"Because it's what everyone else thought. Because I was weak enough to believe it."

But why was she here? Why had she come back- again? She could have stayed away. She could have forgotten him and gotten on with her life.

"I saw you that night in Nevada when you got into that car."

It was all he could say, all he could think about since that night he had watched her disappear into the Buick. He needed answers. He needed her to know how much she had hurt him- first by leaving and then again by apparently taking a client.

"I hadn't been back to Nevada since I left two years ago," she sighed and he heard it. "Kay Leigh took me out and I couldn't get over how I'd left you...how I'd ruined everything…"

He waited for her to continue, fidgeting in his seat as he made out her crying. All he wanted to do right now was roll her into his arms and never let go but he fought his urge, knowing he had to hear her words, too.

"He was just an old friend. Just a guy who took care of me before and made me get tested for AIDS and gave us condoms…he was kind of my Reverend before you." She admitted, although she didn't mean in the biblical sense.

Troy sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the burn of regret race up his throat.

"You were really just friends? Nothing happened between you?" He checked again, wanting to trust her.

"He was really just a friend." She confirmed, then added. "Nothing happened."

He stood and exited the box, opening the door of her confessional, facing the woman he loved with his entire heart, even now. She was every inch as he remembered- raven hair, exotic face, tiny, curvy body. He froze as he fought to decide what to do first- kiss her until she melted or cuddle her until she stopped crying?

"I should never have left, I know that now, I thought I was doing what was best and the second I was away from you my heart broke…" She sucked in breaths through her fast words, tears mingling with her hysteria. "I knew we couldn't be together without it being a problem- I knew your congregation didn't want me here…that your bosses didn't want me here…I should have thought about you, I should have thought about us…"

Troy shook his head and knelt before her, pulling her into his arms and squeezing her tight, pressing every curve of hers as far into him as he could allow, his layer of formal dress restricting him.

"I'm sorry Troy! I always loved you, that never changed. That night with you was the most amazing night of my life…"

She took a breath in as he pulled back to look at her.

"I've never forgotten," he assured. "When I woke and found you gone…" He paused, his chest tight as he remembered the pain.

"I'm so sorry…"

"We could have more nights like that…" He ventured, hoping this was true.

"W-we could?"

"Gabi, I should never have let you walk away that day. You came to tell me how you feel and I let you down…"

"You didn't know…"

"I should have fought for you. I shouldn't have given up."

"I forgive you, Troy. Just please tell me we have a chance? Please, forgive me too?"

She asked and he tilted his head, barely keeping his own tears back as he framed her face with his hands, thumbing her delicate cheeks.

"I forgive you. Oh, God, I love you so much," he wrapped her back into his arms and laughed happily as she hugged him back, equally ecstatic at their re-union.

Slowly, she peeled away and ran her hands into his hair. "You're still too hot to be a Reverend…"

He smiled, running his hands up her bare legs to where her purple mini dress finished at her thighs. "And you are still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

They were inches apart, looking into each other's eyes, flicking their gazes over each other's faces, remembering the lines, recalling the shapes and colours and their breaths mingled as they paused, right before they gave into the very emotion that had kept them apart.

Their lips crashed together, their bodies merged to remember what the other felt like. Muscle met curve, heart met heart and Gabi grasped onto Troy with every ounce of pain and regret she had felt since leaving.

Every second of their parting was poured into the press of their lips as they kissed and kissed, consuming each other in the way they knew best, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue and body to body.

She grasped his arms, rubbed against his chest, arched as he cast his hands over her curves and rounded them over her backside, his tongue delving deep as he did so, striving for more.

"I missed you, oh Troy," she gasped, her fingers quickly looking to de-robe him,

dispensing his white collar with a devilish grin.

"I missed you, too," he couldn't say anything more, his throat was tight as he watched her flip his restraint away with sexy disregard, something he found overwhelmingly attractive.

"I'm seducing a man of God," She panted, repentent, pausing her hands.

"One who is gladly being seduced," he assured, removing his heavy outer layer, peeling back his cassock to reveal his normal t-shirt and jeans under it all.

Gabi rode the soft top up his torso, her hands flat and slowly indulging in his solid heat, her body thriving alive with the zing of desire, every muscle the same, every kiss of their lips burning her mouth as she fought to taste all of him, their passion fast and furious.

She ached to feel him, burned to touch him and spent every second reminding her hands of his feel, his heartbeat, every inch of his manly body that she could reach as they scrabbled and fussed.

"Gabi," He tipped her backwards where they knelt on the carpet of the confession box, their position constricted and uncomfortable.

"I can't wait, Troy," She warned, flinging off her dress as she stood, walking out of the box and sliding down her panties, licking her lips becomingly as she watched him twist, waiting for him to follow.

His eyes went from her sky-high heels up her shapely calves and insanely delicious thighs, riding over her bare backside to the dimples just above. He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the familiar pulse of carnal energy fill his groin, pushing him to follow and demand more.

He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her hair and then kissed her hard and hot, flicking his tongue claimingly into her mouth if not her soul as his hands possessed every inch of her skin, round and throbbing; ready for him to take.

"Here," She whispered, clinging to him with shaky need, her body quivering with their quick arousal, her lips swollen by his bruising kisses and she pointed for him to sit in the throne that adorned the stage, beside the confession box.

He didn't even ask; he didn't wait, he just unwrapped his belt, slid down his jeans and boxers down to reveal the extent of his desire to her before he sat, receiving her straddling into his lap, her heels intact.

"You drive me insane in those heels;" he husked, kissing her neck, unpopping her bra and owning her breasts with his hands, then his mouth, suckling her most sensitive part.

"Troy!" Her cry was wild and he hadn't dreamed it- hadn't believed he would ever reach this level of abandonment where his gentility and his nature meant nothing; all that mattered was being within her. All that mattered was mating with her, filling her darkness with his body.

His groan was carnal and uninhibited as he dragged her hips down, connecting them both in the way that they had been fighting for, in the way his body needed to more than he ever knew it could.

She was his. He never thought he could feel it, but he did, in every strike and every thrust, in every buck and rock of her hips, they claimed each other in the most basic way two people could- by coupling and sharing their love through rough, raw sex like no other animals could.

"I love y-" His face twisted as he pushed up, his hands clawing into her back as he rocked his seed into her body, his lips sucking into her neck in his final moment of climax, leaving a red mark there, marking her as his own as no-one else could.

"I love you," he whispered, moments later, sated, his hands now softly flat against her back and holding her to him where she wrapped her arms around his neck and panted for air.

"I love you, Troy." Her body ached with every proof of it, brought to the highest pinnacle she knew she could reach.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't hold back…Are you okay?" His moments of raw desire gave way to concern as he stroked down her hair, down her back, still connected in a small way by their bodies.

He felt her kiss his neck, butterfly her mouth over his jaw, scrape her lips down his chest and then meet his mouth, re-awakening his body in seconds as she gyrated in his lap and told him with no words just how okay she was.

"You loved me like you couldn't live without taking me like that," she awed, her breaths quickening, his arms curling around her at her words.

"I'll be more gentle…" He assured, touching her softly, trailing his fingertips over her skin, bringing her body alive once more.

She framed his face and kissed his mouth, one long, indulgent meeting of lips that she almost got lost in. "I think I've desecrated the church."

He laughed at her statement, brushed her hair back and comforted them in the big, compensating seat. "I think I broke every vow I made…" He added to make her feel better.

"We are so for it when your boss finds out…" She wrapped her hands into his hair and kissed him again; starting a slow ride against his hips that brought them every magical moment they shared before and something more- tenderness and love in its purest form.

"I'll never let you go again," he promised as she lay in his arms, cradled and safe. She kissed his jaw before she lay her cheek back against his throat

"Troy?" She rolled her head back to look at him.

"Mm?" He tipped his chin down, looking into her sleepy brown eyes.

"You're going to be a father." She admitted, blinking her eyes to reveal her worry.

"That's why you came back?" He realised quickly, his brows shooting up.

She nodded nervously, swallowing hard. She had known for three days now that she was carrying his child. She had only hoped he would take her back without the baby being the motive and now he had proved he loved her, she felt safe to tell him.

"I'm going to be a father…" He let this thought compute, his breath stealing from his lungs as he grinned widely. "I'm gonna be a proper father!"

Gabi let out a relieved sigh and smiled shakily. "You are."

"You are so beautiful, you are so amazing," he kissed her mouth, once, then again, softly. "I love you," he said again squeezing her gently in his arms.

"I love you, too." She smiled, giving in to his embrace for once and for all.