It was brazen and a little tawdry, making out in an alleyway, but there was an element of romance to it as well, and it felt so good to have Molly in his arms that Will didn't care if anyone saw them or judged them. He pressed her shoulders carefully to the wall of the restaurant, needing the support to kiss her as deeply as he needed to, and while they only touched where their mouths met and hands landed, it was clear the fire from Kagura was still burning brightly in both of them.
A moment later, when Will drew back, they were both breathing hard, hearts beating in rapid unison. Molly's lips were dark pink and bee-stung, her eyes dark and full of desire, and Will had to fight the urge to just dive back in and keep kissing her. It wasn't fair to either of them to take things too far in a location like this, and though Will was perfectly happy to scrap the fancy restaurant portion of their date, he wasn't going to rush past this part of it. He'd never had a hurried fumble in an alley, but as satisfying as being able to touch Molly now would be, she deserved better, especially this time, the first time.
He'd lost his own virginity in high school, too bound up by his awkwardness and social anxiety to know how to deal with himself, desperate to fit in. So when a girl showed interest in him, he let himself be dragged away by it, dutifully accompanying her to parties and sporting events, taking her to prom. On the outside he'd been placid, telegraphing emotions that he didn't feel, hiding his roiling anxiety behind an exterior of carefully maintained stoicism. It was the time in his life he'd been the most included, but he'd felt like a shell, empty and hollow. Sex had been the pinnacle and also the culmination of the ill fated relationship; he'd performed just fine, but while his body had been present in the act, his soul had not, and even his girlfriend had been able to see it.
Being with Molly wasn't going to serve as a way for him to reclaim that moment, but being able to be part of the experience for her, making it important and meaningful, would be more than a little gratifying. So he wouldn't hurry it along; they had time, there was no reason to rush.
"Are you still hungry?" he asked her, and he'd meant for food, but the instant he said it he realized the duality of the meaning and smiled at her heatedly. "Do you want to eat?" he amended, lifting his hand to brush his fingers along her cheek.
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A moment later, when Will drew back, they were both breathing hard, hearts beating in rapid unison. Molly's lips were dark pink and bee-stung, her eyes dark and full of desire, and Will had to fight the urge to just dive back in and keep kissing her. It wasn't fair to either of them to take things too far in a location like this, and though Will was perfectly happy to scrap the fancy restaurant portion of their date, he wasn't going to rush past this part of it. He'd never had a hurried fumble in an alley, but as satisfying as being able to touch Molly now would be, she deserved better, especially this time, the first time.
He'd lost his own virginity in high school, too bound up by his awkwardness and social anxiety to know how to deal with himself, desperate to fit in. So when a girl showed interest in him, he let himself be dragged away by it, dutifully accompanying her to parties and sporting events, taking her to prom. On the outside he'd been placid, telegraphing emotions that he didn't feel, hiding his roiling anxiety behind an exterior of carefully maintained stoicism. It was the time in his life he'd been the most included, but he'd felt like a shell, empty and hollow. Sex had been the pinnacle and also the culmination of the ill fated relationship; he'd performed just fine, but while his body had been present in the act, his soul had not, and even his girlfriend had been able to see it.
Being with Molly wasn't going to serve as a way for him to reclaim that moment, but being able to be part of the experience for her, making it important and meaningful, would be more than a little gratifying. So he wouldn't hurry it along; they had time, there was no reason to rush.
"Are you still hungry?" he asked her, and he'd meant for food, but the instant he said it he realized the duality of the meaning and smiled at her heatedly. "Do you want to eat?" he amended, lifting his hand to brush his fingers along her cheek.