A/N: formatting nightmare also please don't kill me?
Two men, alone in a dark room. The room is sparsely furnished, but no one is surprised because these stupid Pilgrims are highly conservative. The men stand close to one another, one circling the other.
Parris, standing with his hands behind his back: My dearest love, I'm so glad you could come… It is such a shame, however, that this terrible town must come in the way of us. Thank you, for making the effort to join me in this dark time.
Hale: Anything for you. He kisses Parris’ hand and then continues pacing around him. Your lies about the witches are marvelous, and you've pushed Abigail right over the edge. I'm so proud. He pauses. But I'm afraid this means I have no time for the man who needs me most, who is going through this most trying time.
Parris blushes, he knows he's being spoken of.
Parris coyly: And whoever might this man be? He's only inches away from Hale now.
Hale pulls back.
Hale: Why, John Proctor, of course.
Parris: What?! What games are these, Reverend? And I thought you a devoted man!
Hale laughing gaily: I jest, my love. It is you that I am here for, you alone that I desire. There is no other man in my heart. I am here to support you, and to prevent your reputation from falling.
Parris: Thank you, dearest. And, if it is not too much, and you can save the girl or tell the town you have tried, it would look good for my reputation. After her whore of a mother left me I've been left with not one, but two charity cases.
Hale: Nothing is ever too much for the man I love. He lowers his face closer to Parris’. They breathe the same air now.
Parris: A strangled moan escapes him at the proximity. Hale quirks a curious eyebrow. Parris falls into a dramatic swoon. R-reverend. I think there's a… A spirit inside me. The Devil... he is… entering my soul.
Hale, amused: Oh? Do you need assistance from the witch expert of Massachusetts?
Parris: Yes……….. He falters as Hale’s lips meet his neck. May-maybe if… he… enters me, the Devil cannot.
Hale, his voice erotically husky now: Maybe. I guess we shall find out…..
The stage lights dim as another moan is heard, along with the rustle of cloth.
