"No. Not at all." Molly said, looking up at him. "I choose what gets in. Most of the time, anyway." She said with a smile and shrug of her shoulder. "If I kept you out, it would only be to protect us both, not an every day thing." Molly gave him a playful nip on the shoulder. "Besides, I want you where you are."

And that was true. Now that she had him here, in her bed, in her mind, on her skin, she didn't want him to leave for good long while. There was something enticing about the idea of sharing space with him, moving around eachother in her apartment. She wanted to know him properly. What he was like in the mornings, what food he liked, what entertained him, what made him laugh like a kid, what made him mad, what made him groan and gasp more than he'd done tonight already. Molly wanted all of it and more. She was greedy for him already.