Priest of Gluttony (Fem reader x Bob Velseb)

Never the Church Type

A large choir stood in front of an even larger pipe organ. They held your attention for only a moment as the Father came into your view again. Shaking hands and lighting candles with the young candle bearers before approaching the stand. The pastors deep southern voice boomed through the church as he started service. For whatever reason your eyes couldn't leave him, watching and observing but everything he said went right through your skull not processing a single word he said. Finding him almost... enchanting. In a blink service was over, you turned to your friend almost confused as everyone stood to leave.

"See it wasn't that bad was it? Now we can eat!" They took your hand and lead you out of the large room, the crowd of people along with you two began funneling into the basement, old folks chattered loudly and children played and squealed. Your eyes searching them all for the Priest, but none of the faces matched his description. Some people left and the rest packed into a line at the serving window, church lunch didn't sound appetizing. Especially being free, but it didn't look very disappointing. Glazed ham balls, potatoe salad, in fact the food looked promising as you and your friend went and sat alone to eat.

"Think you'll come back?" Your friend smiled at you but you raised your brow as you watched their point of view shift to above your head. Jumping softly as a hand came down on your shoulder, and then another on your other shoulder. The unexpected touch made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Oh, I hope so. The lord is always looking for more sheep for his flock. Lamb." He was right behind you, the voice was unmistakable, it felt as though he had whispered against your skull. Your friend began to smile sheepishly.

"Oh Father- hello! I didn't introduce you two earlier I'm so sorry." Your friend itched the back of their skull nervously. "Father Velseb this is Y/N, Y/N this is Father Velseb."

You slowly turn your head to look behind you at the much taller and rotund man who was smiling down. His grasp felt a little more firm now as if he was holding you there as you stared at eachother. His smile not diminishing at all.

"It's nice to meet you Father Ve-" You felt him lean closer causing you to choke on your words softly, was he really holding you down in your seat? Had he not noticed he was putting his weight on you? His gut pressed through the bars of the chair and against your back. Being this close you could smell him, as if he had sprayed himself with some form of aromatherpies for service. As if he could sense your flustering he leaned close to your face, talking at a tone only you could hear. Not speaking over the blustering crowd huddled in seats together in the basement. As if he only wanted you to hear.

"Father Bob. Or just Bob." He leaned away again looking at your friend once more and giving your shoulders a soft squeeze before pulling away to walk over to them. You began to stare at your food your cheeks felt.. hot were you blushing? Quickly grabbing a napkin you held it over your face in embarrassment looking up at your friend. The Father standing right next to them with his hands together, that rosary untwined in his fingers as they began to exchange conversation. Your head began to scramble imagining his hands on your shoulders, the tender clutching of his large ringed fingers.

"We'll be back for wendesdays service right y/n?"

"Hmm?" The mention of your name was the only thing that could distract you in this moment which meant you missed everything both of them had just said.

"Oh is that right? Oh how wond-aful." He cooed in that southern accent."Ya know Y/n, since it's been so long since you've been to church your probably do for a confessionary session. I'm available every day." He looked at you casually, maybe he was just a physically affectionate person. But you really hadn't noticed him touch anyone else. That rosary never left his hands until he approached you actually.

"O-oh I'll... I'll think about that." You responded rather sheepishly back at the two. Father Bobs grin seemed to grow wider.

"Well you two, I should probably visit the others as well, enjoy the rest of your day and..." Turning on his heels he began to walk away but not without looking over his shoulder at you. "Y/N I hope to at least see you wendsay. Until then, may he be with you." The father took the rosary and formed a cross motion with his hands over your face and chest.

"Lamb." You couldn't help but note that was the second time the Father had said that. Your friend didn't seem to notice any of his behavior completely unbothered they continued to happily eat their food, you however couldn't help but push it around with a fork for the restof the hour. Not long after while on the ride home, the Pastor swam in your head. His mannerisms his... term of endearment. Finally you say something aloud, you needed answers.

"So does the Father call everyone "lamb?"." You blurted out against the soft sound of the radio and the tires treading over the gravel roads you had taken to get there earlier.

"Lamb? What are you talking about? He calls everyone flock. "Sheep" kinda has some political stigmas so he tends not to use that." They smiled nervously at you and you both remained in silence for the rest of the ride home. Pulling into your driveway you both said your goodbyes waving eachother away until they and their car were out of view.

For the rest of your day you did your regular duties, swept, vacuumed, dishes. Yet you found yourself dropping things. You remembered Father Velseb saying something about open confession sessions. You quickly slid your phone free of your pocket, what time did churches close? What time did BOBS church close? It was currently only five o'clock and the church closed in an hour. You'd never thrown on your jacket so soon in your life, and for what? What exactly where you going to say when you crawled into that booth? You'd just have to think about it on the way so lost in thought you had been moving on autopilot. Your car already started as you whipped out of the driveway and sped the whole path, the church was only fifteen minutes away but he could've already left hours ago, the more time that passed the higher the chance he had already retreated for the night. Pulling into the gravel parking lot you practically hid your car against the side of the building. Watching as a few of the clergy entered their own cars to leave you left your engine on having a second thought about this whole reaction. Did you really care about all this religious stuff? Or were you just here because you found the priest dare you say enticing?