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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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[thewinterlady]

Molly took his hand and stood, twining their fingers together as they walked back along the boardwalk towards the city.

It was a comfortable silence and Molly used it to look Will over. He seemed relaxed and there was a buzzing warmth running through him that Molly felt a little proud for putting there. She felt it too, bouncing back to her through the chill night air. That was one of the stranger things about the way they'd connected, the feedback loop. Harry would have said it was something to be wary of, and he'd have been right too. They could do a lot of damage with that kind of connection, or be made very vulnerable with it. It was something she was going to have to learn to control, if not for her sake, then for Will. She wouldn't run the risk that he could be made to suffer through her.

But for now she was going to enjoy it for it's positives.

"So...it's Christmas soon." She said, giving him a speculative look. "Do you do anything for it?" She had no idea what she was going to do but now that she thought about it, she couldn't imagine anything she wanted to do more than spend it with Will.

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Walking back toward their home, Will felt less anxious than he had all night. Molly was such a calming force, and even though he'd bared a part of himself that he hadn't told anyone about (at least beyond Hannibal), he didn't feel as raw or terrified as he'd expected. He felt relieved, honestly, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he was ready for Molly to see everything, for someone to know him entirely. He felt like she would understand him, wouldn't persecute him for feelings he couldn't control, might even help him out of some of that darkness.

He didn't know if that would happen tonight, but it had to happen soon. Because even if they managed to avoid having sex tonight (and Will wasn't sure they'd be able to, though he did have ideas of what they could do and not risk prolonged eye contact), they weren't going to be able to hold off for long, not with the way heat and desire were flowing through them. It was like the kiss they'd shared at Kagura had closed a circuit, and now the power between them was only amping up. There would be no disconnecting it now, and Will absolutely didn't want to stop.

He squeezed Molly's fingers, sure she could feel the way his heart was starting to beat faster, the change in the tone of his vibrations. Then she asked him about Christmas, looked over at him, and he was caught off guard, not expecting the question.

"I'm agnostic," Will said by rote, then he shook his head. "I'm atheistic," he amended, because it was the truth. He'd learned years ago people didn't react well to hearing someone was an atheist (many assumed it meant he worshipped Satan, and with his mannerisms, he couldn't exactly blame them), so he'd taken to calling himself agnostic to save himself trouble. But there was no reason to do that with Molly. "I haven't celebrated Christmas in a long time," he told her, looking over at her. "But if you do..." He smiled at her softly. "I don't dislike it as a holiday. And I'd like to spend it with you, if you don't have plans already."

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A surge of happiness went through Molly. The idea of him being around, in her space on a day where she would be missing her family the most was overwhelmingly comforting.

"Yes." Molly answered hurriedly and then flushed at her eagerness but didn't take it back. She wasn't afraid of admitting her wants to Will. "Please spend it with me. I'd like that a lot." She said. "And I'm...We're Catholic as a family but that's just a label. I have faith in my own way." She also had proof, but she doubted Will would believe her which was fine. The fact that he was an atheist didn't surprise her. He saw far too much horror in his world to allow much room for a benevolent God. She'd explain if he asked but she wouldn't expect him to understand completely. "Magic and religion aren't mutually exclusive. In fact they're pretty well intertwined when you really look at it."

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Will held Molly's hand tightly, keeping her close to him as uncertainty twisted around his guts again. He swallowed down around it, knowing it was unnecessary. "It's not a problem for you, my being a nonbeliever, is it?" he asked, because he had no problem with religion as a concept (though he had many problems with how people used it for their own nefarious purposes), and he actually thought a lot of the ceremony of it was beautiful and interesting. He'd even started to give up on the concept of good and evil, focusing more on behaviorism.

It was a little strange, though, how easily he'd accepted the idea of Molly's magic but couldn't do the same in relation to god. Part of that was that he could feel Molly's magic, would probably experience it soon, even more than he had at Kagura, but it just felt so much more real. And he couldn't abide a god that would make him the way he was, could make Hannibal the way he was. It didn't make sense to plant that sort of darkness in an innocent and expect them to be able to fight against it, against all the temptations and horribleness the world had to offer.

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Molly could understand his uncertainty. Faith was hard for anyone, but for a man that lived in a world of science and evidence it must be doubly so. Her faith was different to a lot of peoples. She'd met beings that had powers that could have been called godlike and she'd fought some that were close. None of that took away from her belief in something bigger than all of it. If anything it reinforced it. That and her family being guarded by literal archangels.

She shook her head. "It really isn't. It makes no difference to me one way or the other." She cast a look at him. "Is my faith a problem for you?" Molly asked though she sincerely doubted it would be.

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"It isn't," Will replied honestly. He was at a point now where she could have told him she believed Santa Claus was real and it wouldn't have made a difference in how he felt about her. They were supposed to be walking slowly, but Will found he was rushing a little and had to force himself to slow down.

"There's nothing about you that's a problem for me," he told her, squeezing her hand. "Nothing."

Even though they were walking now, and Will was consciously making an effort to go slowly, he found himself miles ahead. Not just to where they were going tonight, but beyond that. It was irrational and against his nature, but he couldn't help himself. He was ready to commit to this, to her, body, mind, and soul.

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"Glad to hear it." Molly said, smiling at him and letting them walk on in quiet comfort. There was a tugging energy coming from Will, pulling them together as they walked, pulling them forward. Molly felt it rising in her and it was making her breath come faster.

The boardwalk had given over to the city proper as they'd been walking and they arrived at Bramford, ducking inside quickly and heading up to Molly's apartment. She opened the door and led them inside, shrugging out of her coat and hanging it up. She'd tidied to pass the time the day before and thankfully the place was neat and homely looking as she turned to face Will.

"Just so you know, I'm not normally this neat. I had some time that was passing way too slowly yesterday." She said with a rueful smile as she kicked off her shoes and stepped towards him. "I was waiting for tonight and I was not patient."

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Will wasn't usually bothered by the cleanliness of a person's space. He was a minimalist himself, tending toward only having things that served a purpose, and a few sentimental items he'd been given. Of course he had none of that here, just the furniture his apartment had come with and the few things he'd bought out of necessity (clothing, books, weapons).

Molly's apartment was clean and well organized, and it smelled amazing. It smelled like her, which made Will shiver.

He smiled when she mentioned her impatience, remembering well his own. He'd coped by reading case files for work, doing research, and pacing.

"I hope I haven't disappointed," he said as he took of his coat, holding it in his hands. "I know dinner was a bit of a fiasco. I didn't know that restaurant had such rude patrons."

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He was in her home, real and solid, standing and talking to her a step away. He looked like he belonged there and she knew she should be paying attention but all she could think about was how close he was.

Molly took a quick step forward and kissed Will. She knew it was rude to just interrupt him, but she couldn't help herself. She'd been itching to get his lips under hers since they'd left the alley next to the restaurant. He tasted cold, an ozone tang to his lips as she moved hers over them and Molly shivered. She kept the pressure even, kissing his lower lip, a soft noise escaping her as she felt them warming up. It wasn't a hard kiss, but she meant it from the bottom of her heart, throwing as much of her passion behind it as she could, hoping he could feel how much she needed this.

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Will had made a plan in his head to be casual and restrained at first, not wanting to think all he wanted from Molly was sexual. But he felt the pull toward it as much as she did, and when she interrupted his attempt at small talk by kissing him, he threw all constraint to the wind, cupping her face in both hands and kissing her back. He opened his mouth to her immediately, sinking the kiss deep, pressing his tongue past her lips to find hers and twine with it. The time for patience was over.

The energy between them spiked, burning hotter, and he held her against him, one hand pushing into her hair and the other sliding down the side of her neck and onto her shoulder, gripping her arm beneath her lacy sleeve. He remembered the room in Kagura, getting her up against the door and touching her, grinding into her, and he groaned into her mouth at the memory, the reminder in the way she tasted, the way she felt, how she smelled. He swore he could smell her arousal, that he could taste it in the air around them, and maybe he could, her feelings feeding into his, and his into her, a never ending loop of pure desire.

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She'd thought maybe she'd been too aggressive, but Will met her intensity head on with his own and she knew this was right. Every pass of her lips on his just drove this thing between more firmly into her marrow, ratcheted the lust bouncing between them higher. They were in sync in the best way.

She couldn't get enough of the taste of him, the feel of him inside her mind. He groaned and Molly shuddered as it wound down inside her and pulled an answering noise from her, deep and heartfelt as she chased his tongue with hers.

Molly's hand moved over his shirt, fingers catching in the spaces between the buttons, greedy for the feel of his skin but too lost in the kiss to do anything but steal tiny snatches of sensation. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, fingers in the soft hair there as she arched against him, nipping at his bottom lip when they parted for breath, mouths sliding against eachother, hot and desperate.

"Will..." She breathed, licking her lips before she dove back in for more of a taste of him.

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Will could feel Molly's mounting desperation like it was his own, though it was getting difficult to tell which emotions were his and which were hers, all of them tangled between them, identical and blending. Her fingers pressed in between the buttons of his shirt to touch his skin, and he wanted to take it off for her, but he didn't want to let her go either, his hands moving over her back, slipping into the hollow at the base and down over her ass, then back up again, touching her everywhere. He wanted to ask her if he could take her to the bedroom, but he didn't want to stop kissing her, their mouths coming together again and again, hot and wet.

Her clothes were so tight, and they looked amazing on her gorgeous body, but right now he just wanted to get beneath them. There was no room to slip his hand up the back of her shirt and he growled into her mouth, a predatory sound of frustration. He pulled his mouth away from her, aching already at the loss of contact, pressing his lips against her jaw, both arms wrapped low around her waist.

"God, Molly," he moaned, his kisses trailing up to her ear. "Can I take you to bed?" he asked, his teeth finding her earlobe and biting softly.

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Will pulled away and Molly chased his mouth for a second before it found her jaw, making Molly moan at the feel of his stubble on her skin, dragging there softly as he moved up towards her ear. Molly was almost too caught up in the feeling of his teeth at her ear to hear the words he breathed into it. Every one of them was like a punctuation to the sensations coursing through her and it was all Molly could do to nod.

"Yes. God, yes." She managed to say, turning her head to catch him in a kiss, all fire. It was a sheer effort of will to break away again but Molly did, leaving the warmth of his body to turn and lead the way into her bedroom, hand wrapped tightly around his.

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Will nearly stumbled as Molly pulled him into the bedroom, his legs feeling numb and his head buzzing with desire so intense that he could barely think, his inner monologue nothing but wordless throbbing. When they were inside he thought about closing the door, but there was no reason to, and he turned to reach for Molly again, his hands catching her jaw as he dragged her back in for a heated, desperate kiss.

His hands dropped away from her face and slid down the sides of her neck, flattening at her shoulders, and moving down her chest, the heels of his hands grazing her breasts as he wrapped his arms around her. His palms followed her spine and the stopped at the hem of her shirt, pulling the clinging fabric up as much as he could, feeling the sliver of skin at the small of her back and groaning at the contact, needing more.

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Molly wasn't sure she'd ever heard such amazing noises as the ones Will was making. They cut through her, straight to her core and she had to close her eyes to fight down the urge to just tear his shirt open, settling for unbuttoning it instead. Her hands were shaking and he didn't help when slid his down the side of her chest, palms grazing her breasts.

She gasped when he got his hands on her skin under her shirt. It was a shock of sensation that made Molly roll her hips into him, the friction peaking her nipples. His frustration was like a sharp zigzag through his arousal and hers, aimed directly at her tight clothes and it made her hiss.

She pulled out of the kiss, her turn to moan in his ear.

"Take them off." She said, fingers tugging at his clothes, desperate for them to be skin on skin again. "I want you to undress me."

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Will was so focused on touching Molly, on feeling her, that he didn't notice that she'd been to work at the buttons on his shirt until she'd gotten it completely open, baring his chest to the cool air of the room. But Molly was close, the heat of her warming him immediately, even before her body moved into contact with his, the warmth between her legs like a brand against him, making him moan.

He shook as he moved to comply with her entreaty, his hands skimming up the back of her shirt, searching for the closure. He found the minuscule tab of the zipper and mentally cursed women's clothing as he struggled to draw it down, everything so infinitesimal and delicate. This shirt was pretty and it looked so good on her, but part of Will's brain imagined tearing it to pieces, needing it gone. He had to calm his shaking hands as he moved to strip it off her, pulling it carefully over her head, but once he had it off her he cast it unceremoniously to the floor, admiring the way Molly's hair had fallen back down around her shoulders, a lock of it following the curve of a breast as it fell between them.

He exhaled hotly and reached for it, drawing his fingertips across the flat plain of her chest to move it away, watching as the strands brushed the exposed swell of her bosom. The soft, pale skin enticed him to touch with his fingers, his palm fitting over the swell, cupping and squeezing, groaning at the feeling of her nipple against the center of his hand, rock hard with arousal.

He swore under his breath, his eyes moving to Molly's face, meeting her eyes as he forced himself to breathe. He had planned to remove her pants next, but instead he reached behind her with both hands, finding the clasp of her bra and pulling it open with only a little fumbling, his fingertips skimming her shoulder blades as he followed the straps back to the front, then, very slowly, pushed them over the caps of her shoulders, gravity pulling the undergarment down her arms and exposing her breasts to his eyes for the first time. He swallowed hard as he stared at her, dark nipples drawn up tight, the flesh pale and beautiful and perfect. It made him ache, made him want to get his mouth on her, kissing her, biting carefully, sucking, tasting, and he made a broken sound, like an aborted gasp, his eyes raising to her face again, completely shaken with lust.

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The weight of his gaze on her was a physical thing, hot and heavy as he pulled her bra so, so gently from her shoulders, to fix his eyes on her breasts. Molly was panting, chest rising and falling as he lifted his head and looked at her, pupils blown wide with lust the way hers must be.

Molly licked her lips, eyes on his for as long as she could until she had to look away. She'd always wondered what it would be like to be naked in front of someone. She'd thought that she would have to steel herself for it, that she'd want to cover up, but here she was, being undressed by someone else and all she wanted was to keep going.

She hooked her thumbs into the high waist of her pants and met Wills eyes again as she slid her hands behind her, unzipping them and pushing them down her thighs, stepping out of them and shoving them away with her foot. She stood there in just her underwear as the tension lit up the space between them.

Moving slowly, Molly pushed the shirt off Wills shoulders, sliding her hands over his chest and down his stomach to his belt, dipping the tips of her fingers down under his waistband into the course hair that trailed from his navel down underneath.

"Can I?" She murmured, thumbs already starting to pull the belt out through the catch.

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Will could hear the loud harshness of his own breathing as he watched Molly take off her pants, but there was nothing he could do to calm himself, his desire for her too vivid, too desperate. He couldn't keep his eyes from moving over her, the vast inches of naked skin, the way the heaving of her own breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall, the flat plain of her belly, the lace edge of her panties, clinging around her beautiful thighs. He ached to touch her everywhere, to put his hands on every part of her, to slip his fingers beneath her underwear and touch her, feel her, sink inside her. He groaned at just the thought of it, his eyes fluttering momentarily closed under the heady wave of arousal the image brought.

"Yes," he breathed in answer to her question, her fingers breaching the barrier between them and their sex organs, the first almost touch. His cock ached and his vision swam, making him blink hard to focus. As she finished with the buckle of his belt, he slid one hand into the hollow of her back, his fingers pushing her panties down an inch, feeling the jut of her tailbone and then the start of the cleft of her ass, his middle finger brushing the skin there, just a careful touch before his hand followed her spine back up.

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Wills eyes fluttered closed when she touched him and Molly couldn't help being a little proud of it. She'd done that to him, made him sway and shiver with need for her and she didn't think she'd ever get used to it.

His hands were moving again as she slipped the belt free and pushed the button through the hole, fingers shaking as she found his zipper. Molly hadn't ever touched anyone this intimately and now she could feel the heat of him, hard in his pants as she carefully dragged the catch down so that she could push the material off his hips and down his strong legs, leaving them both in just a single layer of thin fabric to separate them.

Her head swam with images of what she should do next, what she wanted to do, where she wanted to touch and be touched. She wanted everything, but she didn't know how to ask for any of it. Luckily Will was letting his hands roam and Molly used the movement to press herself firmly against him, mouth on his shoulder, his throat, his lips, unable to help herself, wrapping her arms wound his shoulders to get as close as possible, to let him know how beautiful she thought he was, how much she wanted him.

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Will kissed her, held her against him, and they were so close now, the clothing between them not enough to stop Will from feeling the heat of her, the humidity. What he'd told her before had been true, he hadn't had sex in years, but his desire for her now had less to do with that and far more to do with how much he needed her, how in tune they were, how their chemistry blended and brought them together like an undeniable force. They were meant to wait, to take the time to share a soulgaze before they did this, but Will didn't know how they possibly could now. He wanted her so badly.

He wasn't even thinking now, his hands on her hips, pushing down, fingers catching the sides of her panties and dragging them to her mid thighs. He could smell her, so thick in the air that he could taste it, and it made his cock ache and his mouth water. One hand went around to her ass, his palm curving over a buttock, fingers teasing the seam as his other hand slid between her legs, his middle finger finding the split of her labia without hesitation, fingertip nudging her clitoris. Maybe it was too much too quickly, but he ached to touch her, to feel her, to give her pleasure.

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Will was kissing her hungrily and Molly could barely keep up. His hands were everywhere at once. His fingers found her easily, like they were made to know her, pushing through her slick in a quick move to rub over her clit, talented strokes that had her knees going weak immediately.

She tore her mouth away and buried her face in his shoulder, panting and gasping. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing, her body ached for him, needed his touch now like she'd never needed anyone's before. It was overwhelming and Molly didn't know how she should move, just letting her body take over while she tried to process everything she was feeling, from herself and from Will, the two of them so intertwined now that she could barely tell where she stopped and he started.

"Will..." She moaned, voice strained and a little cracked under the weight of all their combined want and need. "I...it's so much..."

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Molly was clinging to him, her hands gripping his arms and her face pressed against his shoulder, her entire body trembling so hard he worried she might crumple under the intensity of it. If all Will had to go on was the tone of her voice, he might have worried that it was too much, but he could feel what she felt, that she didn't need or want him to stop, she needed and wanted him, but was overwhelmed, by things she'd never felt before, but a desire so strong she didn't know how to contain it.

What Will could tell is that there was no way they could continue this here with her standing, not if he wanted her to be able to let go and stop concentrating on anything but feeling. He slipped a hand up into the small of her back to steady her, his other hand flattening over her pubic mound before it retreated, a promise for more. Then he guided her to the bed, urging her to sit on the edge of the mattress, and he dropped to one knee, working her panties down her legs and the off, leaving her completely naked. He looked up at her from there, following as many lines of her body as he could, reminding himself that he had time with her, that he didn't have to try to see her all at once. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to one of her kneecaps, then the other, rising from the floor and then sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.

He placed a palm in the center of her back and leaned in toward her, kissing the corner of her jaw, the side of her neck, and reaching between her legs again, sliding his middle finger along the wet slit of her, carefully sinking it between the warm, damp folds there, and then up again to her clit, rubbing it gently, slowly, learning how to touch her.

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When Will moved them both, Molly was grateful. She sank down onto the bed, reassured by his hands on her as she went, the kiss to her knee sweet and tender enough to ground her finally. It cut through the fog of their combined passion and left her able to focus again. He sat next to her, kissing her gently while he took her apart with slow, exploring touches. She closed her eyes and steadied herself with her hands on the bed, letting him take care of her.

It wasn't like she'd never touched herself like this, but with someone else it was a whole different world. Every stroke had her gut tightening a little more, pleasure wrapping around her, anticipation of more to come driving her. She turned her head and watched him for a long moment as he watched her, ducking in to kiss him desperately when she couldn't help herself, wanting to reciprocate in some way.

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Will fell into Molly's kiss, lifting his free hand to cup the back of her head and hold it steady as he continued to work his fingers against her. She was hot and slick, and he was able to dip his fingers into the center of her shallowly to renew the lubrication as he circled and rubbed and flicked his fingertip against her. The rhythm and pressure weren't constant by design, because he wanted this to last, and because this was just the beginning of what he hoped he could do with her tonight.

It was easier to ignore his own desire before she started kissing him again, but now that Molly's tongue was twisting against his own, her lips rubbing his, her little moans echoing in his own throat, instinct was rising in him again, his rapid, steady heartbeat throbbing between his legs and making him ache. Every part of him wanted to push her back on the bed and get inside her, fill her up, race toward the end biology demanded of him. He wouldn't do it, not ever but certainly not this time, her first time, but he knew she could feel it, the primal urge inside him, fighting for dominance.

"Molly," he murmured, slipping out of her kiss to speak against her lips. "Lay down in the center of the bed," he implored, his fingers still moving in little loops around her clitoris. He wanted to continue this, touching her, but he wanted her to be able to relax, wanted to make it easier to kiss her, and he hoped she could sense that he wasn't going to rush or do anything without being absolutely sure she was ready.

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Molly wasn't really listening, too lost in the way he was touching her, and the way she was following the ebb and flow of their desire. She had to replay the request and then flushed, nodding and kissing him before shuffling back up the bed to lay down, tugging him with her as she went. The loss of his fingers on her made her whine and she breathed a quiet plea against his mouth, hips twitching up towards him as he settled beside her.

Her senses were full of him. Taste of him on her lips, smell of him, thick with arousal in the air between them. She let her mouth explore his, tongue deep inside pressing up behind his teeth and then pulling back to nip at his lips. She reached out to touch him, hands gliding over his arms and shoulders, down his back, nails digging into the meat of him gently. She glanced at him and bit her lip as she tucked her hand inside his underwear, tugging it down, wanting it gone so there was nothing between them anymore.