The kiss in the restaurant had been a great big middle finger to the whole place and Molly laughed as they exited the restaurant, Will leading the way with purpose and determination. He wanted out as much as she did and the relief made her giddy. There was a whirlwind of motion as they left, shrugging into coats and then Molly found herself in a quiet alley with Will looking at her.

Molly didn't think she'd ever get tired of the way the world went away when he looked at her. Everything went still and quiet and it was just the two of them, pressed close, sharing space and breath. It was tempting to let the look they shared go on but Will saved her from having to wrench her eyes away by leaning in to kiss her, his mouth hot and hungry on hers. Molly pressed back, matching his passion, hands in his hair as she opened under him, tongue pressing against the seam of his lips and tasting the beer on them.

The wall of the restaurant was cold when they backed up against it, but Molly didn't care. She'd been without this for too long already.She pawed at his jacket and slipped her hands in underneath, running them over the smooth material of his shirt, making a quiet noise at the heat of him under her fingers.