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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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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."

"I think that's what you like about me," Mary said, still leaning on the window and watching him. "That you're never quite sure when or if I'll let you fuck me." She swayed her arse a little to get his attention, not that she didn't already have it.

Judas picked up the bottle from the counter and walked over to her, unscrewing the top. He leaned over her deliberately to refill her mug for her, hardening cock pressed against her thigh. "If I wanted easy sex, I'd pay someone for it," he said, pulling away to put the bottle down again.

Mary grabbed his wrist as he went to move away, stopping him from going very far. She met Judas' eye but didn't move from where she was, nor did she pull him any closer. There was a long beat and then, unsure of what her purpose had been, Mary uncurled her fingers from his wrist and looked back out the window and down onto the street, picking up her mug.

"Does the virgin pay for your whores?" Mary scoffed. "Seems a little hypocritical."

"I make a little money of my own," Judas said, stroking his own fingers over his wrist where her hand had been. He came back and stood behind her, looking out also, only gently touching her. "I deal a little, do the books for a couple of guys I know. Under the table, of course, but I'm good with money."

"You always were," Mary said, and it was unclear whether her words were compliment or insult or something of both. She shifted backwards just enough that she was pressing against him, moving her arse slowly. "Money's always been your thing."

Judas slid one hand to rest on her hip, holding his mug with the other. "What can I say, I'm a good accountant," he replied, knowing what she was thinking of. What she was always thinking of.

Letting out a heavy breath, Mary pressed a little harder back against him. "Yes," she agreed, her voice tight and catching as she focused on the feeling of him against her. "We all have our skills, don't we?"

Judas nodded, his hand sliding around to the front of her jeans and stroking down between her legs. "Some are better than others," he said, voice a little husky, hips moving slightly in a rhythmical motion.

Mary bit down on her lip gently, giving a slight shudder against him at the sudden touch she hadn't been expecting. "And yet some are just more memorable," she replied, bracing herself more firmly on the windowsill. She couldn't help goading him. Somehow it made this better if she remembered the reasons she was angry at him, at what he'd done to them.

Mary moved one hand behind her now, wrapping her fingers in the material of Judas' trousers so that he was harder pulled to body her as she rocked against him. "How many silver pieces for me, Judas?"

Judas' face twisted into a snarl and he rammed his hips against her, hard, jolting her body against the window frame. "Fuck you," he hissed, gulping down the last of his gin and throwing the mug on the floor. The handle snapped off with a tinkle of ceramic. "Shut the fuck up. Cunt." He bared his teeth and slammed against her again. "How many times have you taken a cock and wished it was his?"

Mary gave a half shriek as she hit the wooden frame and winced, setting her jaw and hissing through her teeth.

Every. Fucking. Time.

That was, of course, the answer to his stupid question, and she hated him for asking it, even though she knew she'd started this. "Get the fuck off me!" Mary screeched.