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WHO: Euterpe & Padraig
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: Padraig's house
WHAT: 'Friendly' visits
WARNINGS: Not sex, because saints are STUPID.

Galas were supposed to be a lot of fun and often they were, but tonight's one had been a snooze. So Euterpe had mingled with the music industry big wigs for an hour or so before finally making her exit.

Walking home she had to go past Padraig's house and so decided to stop her. The rap of her knuckles against the door were sharp and firm and in her thin coat she waited for him to answer.

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Saints and their vows, she would never understand that insanity. But George was a saint as well and he was off having sex with someone who was supposed to be his enemy! Even Euterpe was better than that, she would assume.

She remembered, though, what Lust had said, something about how these saint types just needed a little coaxing. She supposed she could see that, but Padraig looked a little like a trapped animal and Euterpe wasn't much of a hunter.

"Shh," she said soothingly, reaching out her hand to him but not actually trying to touch him yet. "Shh, it's okay, Padraig. How could one little kiss break any vow? One kiss between two people who care for each other as much as we do?"

He swallowed roughly and was ashamed to admit how very swayed he was by her words. He wanted to believe them and use them as his excuse, but he knew he couldn't. He was going to have to flog himself enough for returning her first kiss.

"I can't break my vow," he said, shaking his head in dismay. "I want to, but if it wasn't difficult, it wouldn't be worth anything."

"One kiss," Euterpe said softly, her gaze lingering on his lips before she dragged it back up to meet his eyes. She'd taken another step towards him, so close now. "That can't be breaking anything," she told him with a little shake of her head.

Why was she doing this to him?! He had started shaking without noticing, and he balled one of his hands up into a fist to keep from reaching out to her.

Surely she was right? One kiss couldn't matter? He certainly wasn't backing away from her. He could feel her body heat. That or he had suddenly gotten very warm, which was also likely. "Please," he finally managed to mumble. "This hurts."

It was only those words that stopped her, her expression mixing confusion with concern now. She stepped back, lifting her hands a little in the international symbol of surrender. "Okay," she told him as she studied his face. "I'm stopping. It's okay."

He breathed out a shaky breath and then he gave her a look of utmost sympathy. "I'm sorry," he said again. "It's not you. You're my best friend and I love you. I just can't- I can't."

"Okay," Euterpe assured him, taking another step back. "I mean, I don't get it, but okay. But," she added, reaching for her coat. "I get the feeling I should probably go."

Padraig felt terrible and he wished she wouldn't, though he had a feeling if she didn't it was going to be awkward. "Will you come back?" he asked, his vulnerability completely out of character.

It wasn't really a side of Padraig she was used to a for a moment she just looked at him with a little bit of concerned confusion. Then she nodded and said, "of course I will," as though he shouldn't have even doubted that.

"And," she added with a smile, "I'll even let us both pretend I didn't try and jump your bones. How's that, Naomhan?"

At that, he smiled again. "That sounds like a great idea," he said with a chuckle. "I'll see you soon then, Euterpe."

With an amused shake of her head, Euterpe headed towards the door. "Later, saint."

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