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“When are they going to fix the stupid air conditioning?” you turned to your partner, who was currently sitting in the bed next to you, his back straight against the headboard as he rested a book on his lower torso.“Soon, Amore. It is a big building.” He looked at you over the rim of his glasses, perched on the tip of his nose.It had been a few months since the Clergy’s air conditioning started playing up, and two weeks since it officially broke down. Right in time for a heat wave to make its way through the continent, of course. Copia had been trying to speed things along, offering to double the payment if the company fixed the issues faster, but to no avail. The company themselves having a backlog so great from people overexerting their own air conditioners already.The weather had heated slowly over time, but the next few weeks were going to be the brunt of it. Day after Day expected of well over average temperatures and not a cool northern breeze predicted. You had already been dreading the days leading up to it. You felt your stomach drop when you first watched the weather and seen it predicted.Not having anything better than a fan and some cold towels to keep you cool, you were both stuck with the next best thing, laying in bed in your underwear on opposite sides of the space.The weather during the day was bearable, but the nights were not. The weather hardly cooled enough for your body to offer you a comfortable sleep, or to even let you fall asleep. You felt like you were in a sauna during the nights. Copia’s body temperature unhelping in the matter, no matter how much space he would give you. You were currently laying in your bed, facing up at the ceiling with nothing but your underwear on. Covering your top half seemed utterly pointless and only made you more of a sweating mess. Copia sat next to you just the same with nothing but a pair of tight fitting black jocks that had your face printed on the crotch. A novelty gift you had bought for him only a month ago. “Would you like me to go get you a damp towel to cuddle?” He closed his book with a soft thump and placed it on his bedside table; his glasses following the same path as he rested them neatly on top.Copia acted like the heat was not affecting him, but you could tell by the way he became more irritable as the days went on that it did. Both of you hating the hot weather, the layers of his robes not helping him. But he hid his discomfort well enough from everyone outside of your rooms.“Sure, please” you flashed him a soft smile as got up and he left the bed. His foot falls loud in the almost silent room. The sound of running water and the fan chopping the air above your bed made for an almost peaceful moment. If only it was not just hot air getting pushed back onto you by one of the few things that were supposed to keep the area cool.When he returned, he had two face towels in his hand, both dampened with cold water and wrung out as to not be unbearably cold. His hair had been slicked back with water. A pointless attempt to keep himself cool. If it weren’t so hot, you surely would have taken the time to tell him how handsome he looked with his hair pushed back, perhaps even allowing it to go beyond a few lazy late-night kisses.“Lay on your stomach, Sorella” you did just as you were told, feeling his weight dip in the bed as he crawled over to you. He rested his thighs on either side of you as he sat down. His hands coming up to push your hair out of the way. His touch felt like a hot iron on your skin, threatening to melt your flesh away with every bit of contact it made.When he first placed the cool cloth flat over your skin, you felt instant relief. A cooling effect washing over your body. Finally, the ceiling fan that was on high felt like it was doing something other than circulating the hot air. His fingers still ran softly along your covered skin, occasionally dipping under the cloth. All you cared about was that his touch no longer feeling like a scorching flame, you could enjoy his caress for the first time in days. “How does this feel?” His finger tickled over your skin where he knew you were most sensitive, the spots he knew would have you melting underneath him. His small tickles sending shivers straight through your body.“Belial, what I would give for it to be winter right now.” You smiled, turning your face into your pillow to hide yourself.“Why’s that?” Copia asked from above you. He slowly made his way off you, laying on his side next to you instead, and letting his hands wander in smooth small circles. Watching as the goose pimples formed in the places where he touched. You did not need to see him to know what look he would have on his face. His eyes would be soft, that small smirk on his face that he usually wore around you; following wherever his fingers roamed.“The big one would be being able to sleep” you laughed into your pillow, turning your head to catch Copia’s eyes on yours. His eyes were soft, just as you expected, staring at you with adoration. “And being able to cuddle would also be nice”“Si, I agree with you there,” the corners of his mouth slowly upturned, “though, I have other things in mind than just cuddling” he moved to plant a kiss on your shoulder, slowly trailing his kisses upwards towards your ear. His kisses leaving a fiery trail as his lips pressed softly against your skin, unable to enjoy it as much as you would usually. Though, you could not help but to turn your head slightly, allowing him the room to press his lips to you.“You know” his breath was hot as he kissed your pulse point “as Papa of this church, I have keys to almost every locked door in this building”You turned around to face him more, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continued his ministrations. The water evaporated quickly from his hair, which allowed strands to fall and cover his face slightly. “And?” You asked curiously, wondering where this was going. His hand never stopping its movements on your skin.“That includes the walk-in freezer” his eyebrow quirked, waiting for you to answer his silent question.“Oh,” you sat up slowly. Both of you now sitting facing each other. Your eyes were wide as you silently agreed to his plan. “I heard the kitchens just got in new stock of ice cream and ice pops to help make the heat wave a little easier?”“Si, they did” Copia nodded his head slowly, his eyes wrinkling on the ends as his smile grew with yours in silent agreement, his face only inches from yours. You were waiting for him to steal a kiss.“Then what are we waiting for?” you quickly gave him the quick kiss you knew he was waiting for and jumped out of the bed, waiting for him to follow you.Searching around the floor for some hastily discarded clothes, you put on the first items of clothing that you saw. Which was a pair of Copia’s black satin pyjama pants, and the black undershirt he had worn that day.“You know if you need, I can have some ghouls bring clothes from your room?” he asked as he put on a black shirt fresh out of his drawer to match. “I like yours better. Roomier.” You flashed him a cheeky grin as you flicked the bottom of the oversized shirt.“We better not waste more time, mia dea, I hear some mint chocolate ice cream calling my name,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning to the room.Copia grabbed his set of keys from the inside of his robes hidden pocket. Slowly and carefully, he opened the door leading into the hallway. Pausing briefly to check if the coast was clear.Adrenaline rushed through your veins. You felt like you were in some sort of heist from an action movie, sneaking and checking every corner along the way. The only sound was both your bare feet on the wooden floor, and occasionally giggling at how dramatic you were both being. Your hand in his as he guided you down passageways and dark hallways that only a select few knew of. It was oddly romantic and made your heart flutter for him.You hardly got to see Copia in such a playful mood. Now that he was Papa, he seemed to become dourer during the day. Only letting his walls down and allowing himself to relax when he closed the door of his bedroom behind him, or when you would lock his office door behind you.Thankfully, being Papa and head of the church meant Copia did not need to worry about curfews, sneaking around or having you by his side. He made the rules but acting like you were mischievous teens again, sneaking out when you weren’t supposed to make this situation much more fun for the both of you.“The kitchen is in sight, mia dea,” he whispered, slightly turning his head to look at you over his shoulder.“Copia, why are you whispering?” You asked with a smile on your face.“We don’t want to get caught!” he looked down the halls, making sure the sight was still clear. Squeezing your hand, he guided you closer to the kitchen. The sound of your giggling and the loose keys in his hand sounded through the empty halls.“Okay, Papa,” you retorted, amused at the situation. The kitchen itself was a dark, large room. Only someone who had ventured down here regularly in the night would know where the light switches sat on the walls. And thankfully you were with someone who did. Copia letting go of your hand for a moment to leave you in the dark before the fluorescent lights blinded you. A stark difference from the candle lit halls.“Just over here, cara” you watched as he walked to a large metal door on the far side of the room.The kitchen itself felt much cooler than any of the rooms you had been in. The stainless steel of the benches and the tiles of the room seemed to not trap as much heat in its current state. Though, you felt sorry for the siblings and ghouls that would be in here working every day with the ovens, stove tops, and light benches on. This room looks like it could trap the heat better than any other.Copia’s sigh as he opened the large metal door broke you out of your thoughts. The air from inside of the freezer was visible as it spilled out.Stepping into the freezer, the difference from the outside had you shivering almost immediately. Welcoming the cold, you searched the shelves of frozen meats and pre-made foods for the ice cream. Copia, letting you know where it was by walking straight to it.“Used to this kind of adventure?” you stood next to Copia, watching as he went through the white tubs of specially ordered ice cream looking for the flavour of his heart desired.“When I was cardinal, yes. More often than now I would, uh heh, sneak down here by myself and grab a treat for me and my bambinos” he pulled a container out from near the bottom, handing it to you “give me a moment, scusi” before disappearing back out the door.It did not take him long to return. The reason for his leaving was obvious as he returned with a plastic cup full of metal spoons.“Why so many?” you pointed to the silverware.“Eh, new spoon in case you would like to try a new flavour?” his hand moved to run along the back of his neck. You could see in his face that he was slightly doubting what he said. If it was even important when you were both going to eat the ice cream before grabbing a scoop of a different flavour, anyway. “Smart, Papa. Who knew you would be more than just a pretty face and a nice cock” you quipped. His face quickly turning to that pleasant shade of pink that you loved so much.As Copia spooned some mint choc chip out from the container in front of him, you couldn’t help but go through with the dastardly idea that popped into your head. Silently you watched him place spoon full after spoon full into his mouth. Watching his tongue came out to lick the spoon clean before diving back in.When you thought the opportunity was right, just as he was scooping some of the dairy mixture into his mouth, you struck, sticking your own spoon into his face. Copia froze as his eyes spread in shock, coming up to look at you as his brain processed what had just happened. The vanilla choc chip ice cream you had just placed onto his face slowly dripping from the heat of his skin. Finally, his shocked expression spread into one of joy as you both broke into a fit of giggles.For a moment, you were worried, worried that the look on his face would end with discipline. Relief flooding you as his smile cracked. The wrinkles around his eyes becoming more prominent as he experienced the joy from your action. What you weren’t expecting was retaliation. Unwittingly falling for the new Papa’s tricks.Just as quick as you landed your blow, he was landing his. His finger quickly scooping into the ice cream and smearing across your face. Leaving you to be the one shocked at the action. You were much quicker to laugh than your Papa.Green dairy melted down your cheek. Your own ice cream standing stark against Copia’s moustache. Trapped in the coarse hair. “You are pure evil, cara” his smile stayed plastered on his face “now I’m going to be sticky for the rest of the night”“Oh you love it, Papa, don’t deny it” you placed your spoon into the tub below. “Would you like some more?” you quickly tried to strike again, but Copia knew your moves now.He dodged your spoon, almost dropping his tub of ice cream. In one swift movement, you tried to attack again, but this time his hands were free. He quickly grabbed both of your wrists and pushed them up against the shelves. Your tub crashing towards the ground. You couldn’t help but laugh genuinely as Copia smiled adoringly at you.“Shh, tesoro” Copia whispered barely loud enough to hear over your giggles “you will get us caught”You tried your best to suppress your laughs. “hey it’s not my fault you got ice cream in your moustache!”“But si, it is. You put it there,” Copia stated the obvious. His eyes turning inwards to focus on the tip of his nose, like somehow, he could see the mess below.“I can help get it off,” you whispered, your giggles subsiding as you leant closer to your Papa.“Oh? How?” Copia asked. Unaware of the change in your attitude.“Like this” Softly and slowly, you pressed a kiss to Copia’s top lip. Making sure while pulling away to lick at your own seductively “that is some nice ice cream. I can think of a way to get something better, though” not your greatest line, but it did the trick.Copia’s demeanour changing as he snarled. Pushing you against the shelves with his hips. His lips crashing into yours with a fierce passion you’ve only ever experienced with him.You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue the entrance you know he craved. The moan from him was louder than you expected. Now he wasn’t concerned about noise, the blood in his brain going somewhere else. Turning him in to the desperate rat man you knew and loved. Finally breathless, he pulled away. “Cara,” he pulled back breathless “I think we should, eh, take this back to the room?”“I agree, Papa” you flash him a mischievous grin.With your hand in his, you both were no longer concerned about getting caught in the halls. Copia walking at a speed you could barely keep up with but with corners and secret passage ways you were finally at his door, the heavy wood slamming against the wall as he threw it open, desperate to get to the other side.