Whoa, okay, settle down. You aren't going to Hell. We can have sex without it damning us. I've had sex, Sebastian's had sex, I'm pretty sure Jo's had sex (though I can't think about it because my mind feels more comfortable if I pretend she's like a Barbie doll) and we're all still saints. You're going to be fine, I promise.
But, uh, what's up with you getting blackout drunk, now?