The whirlwind of passion, lust, pure feeling subsided slowly. Molly panted against Will's mouth and closed her eyes to enjoy the aftermath, letting him go and smoothing her wet hand over her hip. She felt an obscure need to have him on her skin, to keep a part of him with her physically, flushing after she did it and wondering if Will would mind, if she should have gone to the bathroom to tidy up. She doubt he would care at all and the thought of leaving him now was impossible, so she let it go.

She chuckled and nuzzled back, kissing him for a long moment before she spoke. "It was perfect." She said, and she meant it, though she blushed, looking at him. "I didn't mean to project so much, but I can't feel bad that I did."