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Will wasn't sure if he'd ever felt this way before in his life. He'd felt attraction toward people before, obviously, and he'd had girlfriends, though nothing serious, but he hadn't ever been so interested in being around someone as he was about being with Molly.

When they'd made this date, three days ago, the time and space had felt appropriate. It gave them both ample opportunity to sort out their feelings, make sure that they hadn't just gotten caught up in the moment. Will was sure that wasn't the case, but it felt right, practical, to be sure.

He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Molly. Every waking moment of the last three days she'd been on his mind. He'd dreamed about her every night, and two nights ago he'd woken up in the middle of one of those dreams, so riled up by what had been in his head that all he'd had to do was press his palm over himself to finish the job. That hadn't happened to him in a very long time.

Two hours before he was meant to meet her, he'd showered, cleaned up his beard, gotten dressed. He tried to not feel anxious but he couldn't help it, pacing his apartment, checking his watch over and over. He knew it would only take ninety seconds to get to her place, and he waited as patiently as he could, finally giving up with five minutes to spare and taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

He stared at his watch on her doorstep, watching the second hand go around three times until it read exactly seven PM. Then he tugged down his jacket, took a deep breath, and knocked on her door.

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Will hummed, a pleased, contented sound, and he rolled to his back, shifting to get an arm beneath Molly so he could hold her against him. He turned his head to see her face, brushing some of her hair out of her eyes, loving how dewy her skin still was from the effort of their touching each other. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat.

"There's a part of me that doesn't want you to stop yourself from projecting," Will admitted, running a hand along her side. He felt the stickiness of his come on her hip and it made a little burst of warmth rise in him, his mind filling with ideas and images for the future. "I don't know what it all means," he said, dragging his fingertips through the mess on her skin, then trailing them up along the side of her abdomen, hoping she didn't mind the way he was spreading it.

"I liked feeling what you felt," he told her softly. "I've always been able to feel you, somehow. It makes me feel so close to you."

Molly settled comfortably against will, one leg pressed lightly over his thigh as they kissed. She laid her hand on his stomach below his navel, fingers pushing through the hair there, teasing it idly as she listened to the sound of his breath, his voice soft and low in in her ears. She smiled when she felt his fingers tripping down her side, finding the mess she'd made deliberately and spreading it around even more. It was a little possessive and she liked that feeling a whole lot more than she expected.

"You've been in my mind since Kagura." Molly said turning her head to kiss his shoulder, up to his throat as far as she could reach. "I don't know how to keep you out and honestly, I don't want to." She needed to though, and she would have to at some point. It was too risky to have him exposed through her like that. But not now. Not tonight. "I'm glad you're there though. I need the shields to function, but it's...liberating to be able to have someone that I can let in completely."

Will felt calm and relaxed, content to have Molly naked against his side. They had only known each other four days, but he already felt like they'd been together for weeks and weeks, that they'd finally had sex after waiting for a long time without it. He moved to brush his fingers along her bare arm, stroking her skin possessively. They hadn't talked about what they were, but she'd told him she wasn't interested in anyone else, and Will was glad. He didn't want to share her.

He could tell, even as she told him that she didn't want to keep him out of her mind, that eventually she was going to have to. He understood it, but the idea scared him a little, to be so close and then cut off again. He also wasn't sure it was complete, their connection, and Will was glad for that, if only because he worried having him completely in her mind would be unpleasant for her. "If you did keep me out," he said, his hand still moving on her arm, "would it close us off from each other completely?"

"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.

Will felt a little off balance, unable to tell what parts of Molly were guarded and which weren't. He suspected she could see every fort he'd built in his own mind, all the walls and compartments, and he wondered if she could see inside them, knock down his house of cards and read every part of him, even without the soulgaze. He swallowed.

"Were you wide open to me, just now?" he asked, because he needed data in order to understand, to know what he was feeling. It was all emotions, things that didn't have an edge or a unit of measurement, and he'd felt her in him as much as himself echoed back.

"I'm open to you all the time." Molly said with a smile. "But I'm not sure that's what you're really asking." She said and leant up on her elbow to meet his eyes. He looked pensive and he felt worried and unsure. "I can't read your mind, Will, not exactly, and even then it's not in the way you think of it. I can feel your emotions, gauge your moods, be affected by them. Me projecting my emotions back to you is new, but you have to be open to receiving them or you wouldn't be able to feel a thing from me." Molly admitted, it wasn't something she'd done with anyone, but then she'd never met anyone with a mind like Wills.

Shw watched him for a moment as he processed what she'd said. "I like that you can feel me." She said. "But if you want, I can show you how to shut me out, build defences. It might be a good idea. I shouldn't be the one with all the power."

Will's initial reaction was to reject the notion of learning how to shut Molly out, the idea of losing her in his head after all these days of being aware of her presence making something like panic rise in him. But when she went on, explained why she wanted to give him that option, so they could both protect themselves and each other, he felt better about it.

He took a breath. "I want to understand all of this," he told her, his fingers hooking around her elbow and pulling her arm into him. "I want to know how I can tell when you're completely in my mind, and when you're not." He wasn't afraid or worried, just just wanted to be able to read the way it felt, to be able to categorize it.

He paused, looking at her face, meeting her eyes every once and a while and holding her gaze just until he was sure she was about to break it herself. "Could you feel me, just now?" he asked her softly. "How you were making me feel?"

Molly closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath, remembering what it was like to have his feelings inside her head along with her own, the aching want, the desperate climb up towards the peak together. "Yes I could feel you." She said and squeezed her arm around his ribs, chest pressed to his. "It was one of the best things I've ever felt." He was looking away from her before she was forced to and she felt warm from the care and attention. "And I will try and explain it all but you should know, I don't know it all Not even close. It takes hundreds of years to perfect any school of magic. I've been doing this for nearly a decade and I'm still technically an apprentice." She said and leant in to kiss him sweetly. "I'll show you as much as I can."

Will appreciated Molly's candor about these things, and the fact that she was happy to take the time to help him understand, but something she said rang in his head, and he looked down at her face, her head pillowed on his shoulder. "Will you live for hundreds of years?" he asked, because he'd thought she was human, though one who was very powerful and skilled in the art of magic. The idea that she might outlive him by lifetimes was a little unnerving.

"I honestly don't know." She said, looking up at him. It was something that'd bothered her only a little when she only had herself to look out for. "Human wizards are long lived. The oldest I know of is of years old. Over a thousand, potentially, but he won't confirm it or deny it. But most of the senior council is over three hundred at least." Molly looked away and a cold creep began to seep through her. What if he didn't want to deal with her living so long? It wasn't a fun thought. She wanted to stop and make a joke out of it, convince him she was teasing, but she couldn't do it. He deserved the truth, all of it, if they were going to make this into something substantial.

She took a breath and continued. "But those are human wizards. I'm not...the Mantle changed me. I'm still human, but there's Faerie magic in me now. I don't know what kind of affect that'll have. Mab is over a thousand years old. Mother Winter could be as old as humanity or older. No one knows. And this place...I could have changed again and not know." She met his eyes. "I wish I did know so I could tell you."

Will frowned as Molly turned her eyes away from him, and he felt a coolness spreading from the places where she touched him, making him shiver. He rubbed her arm with his hand, not so much to warm it but more out of comfort, his fingers soft on her skin. He wondered, where she was from, if it was normal for wizards to marry each other, if for no other reason than that they would have comparable lifespans. There were thoughts in the back of Will's mind that he couldn't deny, the idea of being with Molly for years, long enough that she'd see him grow old while she remained young. He didn't generally have worries about how attractive or not he was because it didn't really matter, but he couldn't imagine someone as beautiful as Molly with an old man on her arm.

Of course that might be a pipe dream anyway. No one here knew how long they'd stay, and either of them could be returned to their reality (or snuffed out of existence - there was no way of knowing what happened to someone when the disappeared from Darrow) without warning. Not only that, but there was still the uncertain threat of having Hannibal here. Will knew he was a killer now, that he was more than happy to manipulate Will and mess with his brain directly, but he didn't know for sure than Hannibal wouldn't eventually kill him.

Will moved his hand to touch her chin, tilting her head up, hoping she'd look at him. "If my mortality doesn't bother you, Molly, your possible immortality doesn't bother me," he told her. After all, if somehow they both did manage to stay here and together for as long as it would take for Will's life to run out naturally, she'd be the one left behind. Being a wizard and knowing that she might live a very long time, it was probably something she was prepared to have to face at least.

Molly looked at him when he lifted her chin and blew out a tiny relieved breath, warmth rushing over her skin in the wake of his hand moving up and down her arm and spreading out through the rest of her.

She'd never given it much thought because living alone made the idea of immortality easy. She could be there for every one of her family members, see them grow up, see them grow old, look after them through their lives. That she could live with. But falling for someone, loving them, living with them for their whole lives...that would be hard on both people in it. She could see why wizards so often lived alone. It was a hard thing to take, that if they did this thing - really did it - she would outlive him by such a huge margin.

But rationally, neither she nor Will knew what was going to happen to them here in this place. Thinking about the long term could wait. Molly would rather live in the here and now with him and Will seemed happy to do the same.

She smiled a little and nodded. "Okay then." She said and then let her head turn into his hand, kissing his palm for a moment before she looked back at him. "All this stuff is a little much for pillowtalk, huh?"

Will could feel the way Molly cycled through her emotions the same way he had, the unease of taking stock in what their differing lifespans could mean for each of them, the consideration of weighing that against how good this felt now, being together, then the resolve of considering the future, unsure of how much of it either of them even had here. In the end, she arrived at the same conclusion that Will had, a warm relief of putting that out of her head flowing into him along with the returned warmth of her body.

He laughed softly at Molly words, wrapping both his arms around her so he could embrace her, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head. "Maybe a little," he conceded, relaxing his hold on her, but not letting her go by any means. "These are conversations we'll have to have eventually," he said, taking a breath. "But we can save them for later," he added, kissing her forehead again.

"You said what we did in Kagura was the farthest you'd ever gone physically with anyone," he said after a moment of silence. "And obviously this has gone farther," he went on, his fingers tracing aimless patterns on her arm. "Has it been okay for you so far?" he asked gently, mostly just wanting to check in, and also the idea of talking about this, about sex, felt like a good way to ease them out of the heaviness of their more recent topics.

Will hugged her tightly and Molly laughed, squeezing him back in turn and making a contended noise at the kisses he laid on her. It wasn't that she didn't know they had to talk about these things, of course they did. She just wanted to enjoy this, enjoy eachother in the way new couples could. They might not be conventional inside their own minds or eachothers, but there was something simple about the physical that Molly wanted to just savour.

She grinned, blushing a little and pressing a kiss to his throat. "Yes. That was okay. I would like a lot more of that level of okay, please." She said in a teasing tone, shifting in his arms to lay more on top of him, wanting to kiss him properly and show him she was a hundred percent comfortable with him, with them, like this. "I don't know if what I did was right, but you didn't seem to mind much so I think that might have been okay too." She said and there's was a tiny hint of a question in it.

Will laughed softly again at Molly's answer, easily able to read her contented, happy sarcasm. He reached up with both hands and twined her hair behind her ears, getting it out of her face enough that they could kiss unobstructed by it. He lifted his head so he could do it, catching her mouth in a gentle, lingering kiss, his hands still cupping the sides of her head.

"Men are easy," he told her, a smile in his voice. "Especially when they have a very beautiful woman naked in bed with them," he added, kissing her again. "I'm glad I was able to make you come," he admits, his voice dropping into something a little more seductive. "I haven't done that in a long time. It takes a lot more finesse than sex, and I'm pretty rusty."

She kissed him back slowly, making quiet noises of happiness into his mouth. The way he touched her gently like that always made Molly feel warm inside. His hands on her face, making sure he could see her while he could and then kissing her to help her avoid pulling her eyes away. It was a consideration he'd given without her even knowing she wanted it and she loved it.

Molly smiled and ducked her head at the change in tone of his voice, feeling her body responding without any need for her input, a slow light shiver raising the hair on the back of her neck. "I couldn't tell. That you hadn't done it in a while, I mean. But I'm absolutely okay with you relearning that finesse."

Will inhaled deeply, smelling Molly's scent, feeling the weight of her against his chest. Theirs was a connection unlike any he'd ever experienced, and sex with her was something incredible and new. He'd never felt this close to anyone on this many levels before, emotionally, intellectually, physically, and he knew it was too soon for either of them to be feeling anything truly deep and permanent, but the beginnings of that were already forming inside Will, the first embers burning.

He slid one of his hands into her hair at the nape of her neck, feeling the soft skin there, stimulating it where he knew it was sensitive. "There are a lot of things I've thought of doing with you," he told her, his voice still low. Other things were starting to wake up in him again, and he swallowed as he thought about how she'd felt when she'd come around his finger deep inside her, the sound of her voice when she'd called out for him, the way her face had looked.

"I'm very, very attracted to you, Molly," he told her, and he figured she'd tease him for saying it, but the truth was he didn't feel physically attracted to people very often, and even less so at the level he felt drawn to her. Every part of her turned him on, not just her beautiful body but her mind as well, who she was at her core. He had never wanted sex with someone the way he wanted it with her, so soon in their relationship, and now, even after they'd both come, he didn't feel remotely satiated.

"I hope so." Molly murmured, closing her eyes and dropping her head forward a little as he ran his fingers over the back of her neck, shaky breath escaping her, smile on her lips as she kissed him. "I want you to want me." She admitted and it was true. She liked her body. It was tall and strong, trained for combat and flexible enough to allow the abuse that magic could sometimes apply. But maybe it wasn't the ideal for everyone.

Molly pulled back to look at him. "You should tell me what you've been thinking." She said softly, running her hands up his chest, fingers finding his jaw and scratching lightly through the stubble there for a moment before she kissed him again, more heat in it now. "I want to see if we've been thinking the same things."

Will shifted his hand to cup the back of Molly's head, guiding her in gently for a long line of slow, sensuous kisses. He's breathing was a little heavier when he eased back again, his eyes dark when he looked at Molly's face.

"The one thing I can't stop thinking about," he told her, his thumb brushing her lower lip, "is getting my mouth on you." He swallowed, his eyes moving from hers to her lips and back up again. "When I was kissing you against the room door in Kagura," he goes on, his voice low and husky with desire, "and I could smell you, feel how hot you were even through your clothes, all I wanted was to get on my knees and bury my face between your legs."

Molly's mouth fell open on a rush of breath. No one had ever spoken to her about things like this. She'd never been the object of anyone's fantasies, that she knew of, but she knew she loved the thought of Will spending time on that idea, nurturing it, letting it roll around his head and turn him on. She could hear it in his voice now, feel the ache they'd both felt back in Kagura when they'd had to stop.

It wasn't like the thought hadn't crossed her mind. She'd spent a long time picturing him there, stubble scratching over the soft skin of her thighs as he moved up her legs, strong hands parting her thighs gently to make room for him. She'd taken more than a few cold showers in the last few days.

"I've been thinking about that too." She let her eyes fall to his mouth and licked her lips. "Your mouth has been driving me crazy for days."

"Have you?" Will asked, a little surprised. He could tell that Molly wasn't afraid of sex, even though she'd never had it, and he assumed that she was well acquainted with herself sexually, but he hadn't imagined that she would think about that sort of thing with him before they'd done it. It was a pleasant thought, knowing that she'd thought about him there, going down on her, imagined what it might feel like to have his lips on her there, his tongue.

He swallowed, his hand moving in her hair and tangling loosely, holding her like he might if she returned the favor and put her mouth on him. He figured that would be a lot farther down the road than him doing it to her, but he honestly wasn't in any kind of a hurry for that, more interested in exploring her body and giving her pleasure than the other way around.

"Will you tell me what else you've thought about?" he asked her, his voice husky, blood running warm in his veins.

She closed her eyes and rocked her head against his hand, feeling the gentle tug on her hair and let out a breath, smiling as he scratched there lightly. It was accompanied by a wave of lust that washed away as quickly as it arrived. Whatever Will had been thinking was something he was putting aside and Molly was endlessly curious about it.

But she could wait for whatever it was. They had time for everything they wanted to do.

She flushed at his question, but she wasn't about to shy away from it. "The first night back after Kagura I spent all night wondering how you looked completely naked. Thinking about touching you the way I did tonight. I had this idea that maybe we wouldn't touch at all, that we'd each touch ourselves while we watched eachother. I thought about how it would feel to have you inside me and..." She looked at him, heat rising inside her. "my fingers weren't enough."

When Molly first starts to answer him, he plans to ask her if his body lived up to her expectations, if touching him had been as satisfying as she'd hoped. But then she went on, talked about them touching themselves so the other could watch, and he could picture it easily, Molly sitting opposite him on the bed, reclined against the headboard with her legs pressed wide as her beautiful, long fingers worked between her thighs, rubbing and touching, shining with the wetness of her. He couldn't help the rough, shuddered exhale that came out of him, his body reacting to her words.

And then, when Will didn't think she could say anything that would turn him on more, she talked about touching herself, putting her fingers inside, thinking of him as she did it. "Oh Molly," he moaned, his eyes closing with the wave of desire that rolled over him. He swallowed and opened his eyes, looking at her hungrily. "I dreamed about you every night we were apart," he told her, his voice barely more than a heated whisper. "Two nights ago, I woke up from one of those dreams, and I was so hard," he went on, his eyes searching hers, moving every so often to look at her mouth instead. "I hardly had to touch myself after, there was so much of you in my mind."

He took another shuddering breath, his hand slipping out of her hair and onto the back of her neck. "I want to be inside you," he admitted, knowing she already knew but wanting to say it. "I want to feel you around me, I want to be a part of you," he continued, moving close enough to brush his mouth against hers, to breathe hotly into it. "It doesn't have to be tonight or even soon, but god, I want you so much."

"It does have to be soon." Molly said, chasing his mouth and kissing him, trying to keep it soft but she was too hungry for that. She dove into it and let it drift between them, the easy back and forth they had whenever they touched that she loved so much already. She pulled back to look at him, nuzzling her forehead against him eyes closed. "I know we should Soulgaze first. I want to do that. But I also want you to screw me through the bed. It has to be soon because I want you right now and resisting the urge to just slide into your lap and have you is really, really difficult."

Will groaned, unable to help himself, a wave of intense desire crashing through him, his heated blood rushing down between his legs. He pulled Molly to him hungrily, kissing her deeply, hand firm on the back of her head. There was a big part of him that desperately wanted Molly to just do what she threatened, to sit back and take him, to ride him until she needed more and then let him roll them over so he could give her exactly what she wanted. But this was Molly's first time, and Will wanted to be sure it happened exactly as she wanted it to.

"Molly," he moaned as he pulled himself out of their kiss. "I want it now, I want you now," he told her, his tone desperate, voice shaking. "If this is how you want it, don't resist. You already have me, anything you want, everything."

He moved his hands, anchoring them at her waist and pulling her completely on top of him, the rise of her mound fitted against his erection. "I want you," he told her again, voice husky. "I'm yours. Take anything you want, or tell me what you need me to do. I'll do anything, Molly. Anything."