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WHO: Mary & Judas
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: Mary's place
WHAT: A scene either for them yelling at each other... or being surprisingly sweet... or having sex... or a bit of all of that.
WARNINGS: Let's veer on the safe side and go go with fucked up angry foreplay/attempted rape

When Mary was with the mortals that had become her 'congregation' she felt like she had a purpose, like she was something that He could be proud of. But that feeling always managed to seep out of her and by a few hours later she felt like a bitter failure once more. Scrubbing herself clean in the shower, Mary was regretting telling Judas to come over, and regretting letting her guard down around him that afternoon. But it was done now and she didn't have a phone to call him even if she had his number.

It was freezing tonight and coming out of the bathroom Mary could see her breath and her skin prickled with goosebumps. She found warm clothes and towel-dried her hair, wishing for a heater or a fire or something. Instead she downed a few shots of bourbon, finishing off the bottle, and had a look through her cupboards for something to eat. It was pretty bare though.

Hearing the groaning of metal that announced someone climbing the fire-escape, Mary walked over and pulled open the window. Shoving her head out she looked down to climbing Judas and asked, "you got any cash?"

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Judas stopped climbing the ladder and looked up at Mary's face. "What? I dunno, ten bucks or something?" he replied. "Why?" Typical that she was gonna ask for something. But he was feeling a little more mellow towards her after their talk.

"Nevermind," Mary said, sitting on the edge of the window and waiting for him to get up to her. "Wanted to get some food. You bring booze though?" She was pretty sure she'd told him not to come there without alcohol.

"Yeah." He had a bottle of gin in his coat pocket. "We could get pizza." He carried on climbing, reaching the top a little out of breath. "You need to get an elevator installed, seriously."

"I'll just build that with my vast empire of money," Mary deadpanned, moving back into the apartment now that he was there. Like she wouldn't move somewhere nicer if she could afford it. It was fucking freezing in here. "Or maybe you could just smoke less?"

"Or you could buy your own smokes and stop bumming off me," Judas replied, swinging his legs in over the window ledge. "Fuck, Mary, it's colder in here than it is outside. You never heard of a heater?" He rubbed his hands together, then fished in his pocket for the cellphone Agatha had given him. "I'm calling pizza. I've got enough."

"Yeah, I've heard of them, and I've also heard it costs money. God, you think I'm making a whole lot lately?" She didn't argue when he offered food though. Her stomach rumbled at the very idea of it.She hadn't really eaten much at all over the last few days.

She went and sat down on the bed, watching him order. She'd have to go down to the street to get it, but Mary had gotten good at getting up and down the fire escape in record time.

"Well I don't know what you're doing." Judas hung up his phone and shrugged. "You got a hat out when you're preaching? You whoring at the moment?" He glanced at her, wondering if she would get angry at him or roll with it.

Annoyance rose inside her but she refuses to snap... much. "Yeah, I am," she said defensively. "So consider the pizza my payment. And the booze." She reached out a hand towards him so he could give it to her.

Judas rolled his eyes and ignored her hand. He went to a cupboard and retrieved a couple of mugs, and poured out a couple of generous tots. Then he passed one to Mary and put the bottle on the bench. "Maybe you should get a job," he suggested, taking a gulp of his drink.

"You're one to talk," Mary told him, moving back on the bed so that she could lean against the wall behind it. After taking a swig from the mug she asked, "do you even do anything besides sitting around that virgin's house getting stoned?"

"Maybe we should go into business together. I'll pimp you out and deal a bit on the side," he said, deadpan. "She's never home, she doesn't care. Well, she does a bit, but she just presses her lips together all disapprovingly and says nothing."

"I'd break your wrists if you tried to take money from me," Mary told him flatly, even if the whole idea was a joke. "I don't do pimps."

At the talk of Agatha, Mary couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I can't believe whatever deal you've got going on with that prude. Sticking around you see if you can change that whole chastity thing?"

"What? No! No. No, she..." Judas sighed and shrugged and drank. "She cares. She is fucked up too, in her own weird way. Just not the same as you and me. She doesn't treat me like scum." He pulled a face as the gin burned down his throat to his stomach. It was a particularly cheap batch.

She was a thousand year old virgin - obviously Agatha was fucked up. She didn't entirely believe that Judas wasn't trying to get into her pants though. Why else spend so much time with her?

"Maybe you shouldn't keep visiting people who treat you like scum then," Mary said, wincing herself at the gin as she took another drink from the mug. "Masochist."

"But you have such excellent tits," Judas replied, getting the bottle to top up his mug. He looked out the window, looking for the pizza delivery guy. He was getting quite peckish. "She also lets me live with her rent free, since I lost my job a while back."

"Maybe you should get a job then," Mary responded and, noting his glance to the window she said, "Gimme your cash. I'll go down and wait out for the guy." Pulling off her sweater, Mary rearranged her breasts in the singlet and finished her mug.

"Do you remember why I'm currently unemployed?" Judas enquired mildly, holding out a couple of crumpled $5 bills and a few miscellaneous coins. "I think they can probably see your nipples from space in that thing. Don't die of cold."

"Should I?" Mary asked, not all that interested, and collected the coins from him. "Yeah, well, hopefully these nipples are gonna get us a cheaper pizza so don't fucking complain." She'd screw the pizzaboy up against the wall below if it would get her dinner.

"I was a banker until somebody chopped my head off and I was declared dead. The weird things in life." He shrugged in a what-can-you-do gesture. "Did me a favour, really. Now I can get high all day."

For a moment Mary turned to look at him with a confused expression, because who the hell would chop off someone's head and- Oh. Mary remembered then - that had been because of her.

So she shrugged, brushing past him - her hand purposely sliding across his groin - as she went to the window. "You probably shouldn't fuck women with boyfriends then," she said.

At the window she poked her head out, leaning on the sill and turning to look over her shoulder at Judas with a smirk. Sad it was so cold and she couldn't wear something more revealing, but her jeans were tight and clinging.

"No sign of anyone down there yet," she told him.

Judas' gaze dropped to her shapely rear, and he thought about what he'd like to do to it. Maybe even in the window, just like that. "Maybe women with boyfriends shouldn't fuck around," he replied, taking a swallow of his gin. "Cocktease."

Judas kissed her back, grateful for her forgiveness of his behaviour this once. He didn't speak, not wanting to break the spell, and tossed the half slice back in the direction of the box before wiping his hands on his trousers and reaching out to rest one hand on her waist.

She could almost pretend they were in Judea, a night in the freezing desert, could she not hear the sound of traffic and taste pizza on him. But she wanted so desperately for it to be Judea again, to turn it all back to a time when they were young and innocent of all their crimes.

She unzipped her jeans with her free hand, attempting to wriggle out of them without breaking the kiss.

He sensed her movement and tried to get up without stopping kissing her, to get her onto the bed and get out of his own trousers at the same time. He didn't want pain this time. He didn't want to be punished and he didn't want to punish her. He wanted closeness and sex, and then cold pizza afterwards.

Eventually she had to break the kiss, slipping out of her jeans and underwear as they moved onto the bed. Then she helped pull off his pants as well, getting only the necessary clothes out of the way. And then Mary was kissing him again, gentle and slow, without any of her usual ferocity. Her cheek felt scraped from where he'd pushed her against the window and her head was spinning a little from even the small amount of gin she'd had.

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