Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but Priestward and Nunella are mine.

A/N: This story is for Massy. She's been begging me for Priestward since the plot bunny for this first jumped up and slapped me across the face. I hope she likes what I end up doing with the story. This will be written drabble style. Chapters won't be long, most likely never more than 1000 words. I hope to give a few updates a day, but I make no promises other than there will always be at least one update a day until the story is finished. Banner for this story is up on my profile.

IMPORTANT: I will only be saying this once…Yes this story is about a priest and a nun. Is it controversial? I'm sure some people will think it is. I mean no offense to anyone with what I write in this story. There will be moments where religion and God come into play, but ultimately this is a story of Bella and Edward, nothing more, nothing less. So please, if this story isn't for you, just stop reading, please don't flame, especially since you've been warned.

EPOV

Sighing, I try to refocus as I prepare for the first Mass of the school year.

I hadn't been prepared to take on the role of principal, but Father Eleazar passed away two days ago and the diocese needed someone to step in. Turns out I was the only one available who had the appropriate degrees.

I wasn't sure how well this would all turn out. I mean, teaching in elementary school and being a high school principal along with juggling my duties as the parish priest are two totally different things, especially when I was only giving two days' notice.

I had to keep reminding me that I should be grateful for the opportunity. The school was one of the best in the diocese and strategically it was a good move for me, the past three bishops for the diocese came through this parish, one of whom had just been elevated to Cardinal.

I'm snapped from my thoughts as the altar servers come in to let me know everyone is seated in the church, and that it's time to start the mass.

As the opening hymn begins, we begin the procession to the altar, and once we reach it, I try to tamp down the nerves as I go through the beginnings of the rituals I have done countless times before. I can feel the students eyes on me, it's the first time any of them are seeing me, the teachers included. In the haste of the quick transfer the only people I had really gotten a chance to meet were a handful of staff members.

As I lead the congregation in making the sign of the cross, I finally get a chance to scan through the students, and see who I will be working with and responsible for this year.

I continue on to the greeting, as I finally relax enough for my nerves to calm a bit.

"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit…" And that's when I see her, causing me to lose my train of thought as I feel stirrings within my body…ones I haven't had to truly deal with for years. Channeling your focus onto God kind of helps keep those feelings in check, and now I feel guilty…it may not be in the bible, but I'm pretty sure that being a priest and sporting wood while conducting mass is frowned upon.

The altar boy clears his throat and I remember I need to continue on with the mass.

"…Spirit be with you all." I say, concluding the greeting. I go through the rest of the mass in a daze. I can't even recall what I said during the homily as I'm mesmerized by the soulful brown eyes staring back at me from the pew in the first row. I know this is wrong…I've taken vows…I've made promises to God…and so has she since she's a nun.

I've got to get myself in check. As soon as the mass ends, and the students head off to class. I head to the school office and let my secretary know that I will be in the school chapel for a while in case anyone needs me.

I know the class schedules, no one will be using the chapel during first period, and I seriously need to get my head back into the game as I feel my guilt for my impure thoughts eating me alive.

As soon as I get to the chapel, I slide into one of the pews, and kneel as I prepare to ask for forgiveness.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned…" is all I manage to say before a noise from the back of the chapel alerts me to someone's presence.

Turning around, I almost start to wonder if I'm being tormented by a demon as I find myself looking into the same brown eyes that I was mesmerized by less than an hour ago...

A/N: How are you liking Priestward so far? I hope you like him. Leave me a review and let me know what you think. I'll be posting pictures for this story to my FB group: lvtwilight09's lovers. It's also where I post teasers and updates and all that good stuff regarding my writing, so be sure to come and check it out.

Thanks for reading!

Stephanie