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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 looked up at her, feeling suddenly guilty. He tried to rationalise it by telling himself that Mary treated him like shit all the time, but he still dropped his gaze and looked away, taking another pull on the bottle.

"Sorry," he muttered, reaching for the pizza box.

"What," Mary said coldly, crossing her arms, "you think you're the first guy to try it out?" She picked up her mug of gin from where it had fallen on the floor and drained the dregs that hadn't been spilled.

She walked across the room - picking up his broken mug as she went - and put them both into the sink.

Judas shrugged a shoulder and rammed a slice of pizza in his mouth. "Sometimes you like it when it's like that," he said, glancing at her. He still wanted her though. He always wanted her.

"There a slight difference between liking it rough," Mary said, turning to face him with her arms crossed, "and screaming at you to stop." She walked over towards him though, sitting down on the floor across from him, the pizza in the middle of them. Her strap kept falling off her shoulder now and it was making her furious, because it was a stupid little strap and yet another thing in her life she had no damn control over.

She picked up a piece of pizza, pulling a slice of salami off the top and eating it. "Sometimes I go to far," she admitted once she swallowed it. Her voice was very quiet.

Judas sniffed and scratched his nose. He fidgeted for a minute or two, before saying, "So do I," and grabbing a second slice of pizza. "I wish I could undo everything." His mind flicked to her jeans and he cleared his throat quickly, taking a bite of pizza to give his mouth something to do.

"Me too," Mary said, looking at her pizza instead of eating it. She'd lost her appetite all of a sudden and put the piece back down again, whipping her hands clean.

"I meant what I said today." She wasn't looking at him when she said it. "I do remember hearing you preaching back that, and how it made me feel. I remember how He talked about you."

He glanced at her, then looked away. "Those things get crowded out by what came after. I remember you, though. I remember your devotion." He remembered how infatuated she had become with Him. Judas had always been a little jealous that He could inspire that in people. He'd been one of those himself, once. Before.

"Devotion," Mary agreed quietly. "And now look at us." She wanted to ask him why he'd done it, but she couldn't manage to get the words out. Instead she sighed and leaned back against the side of the bed behind her.

Judas sighed and moved to lean against the bed near to her. "Just kinda fucked everything up," he said, offering Mary a bite of his slice of pizza.

Mary looked at his pizza and shook her head. She knew what she wanted right now and it was comfort - that was something that didn't come from food. For Mary only one thing brought her comfort.

So she leaned over and kissed him softly, one hand sliding up into his hair.