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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]

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.

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Will tucked his hand back between her legs as soon as she was settled, cupping his fingers over the center of her, feeling the damn and the heat of her, rubbing the heel of his palm against the bud of her clitoris. As she kissed him, he brushed his fingers over her, touching again and again, feeling the line of her slit but not pressing inside, just feeling the damp, overlapping flesh, every once and a while touching her clit, loving the way it made her gasp softly.

He stopped moving when she pulled free of the kiss, ready in case she directed him elsewhere, or asked him to stop. But she only locked their gazes, tucking her lower lip beneath her teeth, and then she caught the side of his boxer briefs, pulling them down a few inches, as far as she could from the position she was in. Keeping his eyes on hers, he took his hand away from her, rolling onto his back long enough to get his underwear down, maneuvering them around his erection and getting them past his knees, then kicking them off, leaving himself full naked.

He didn't concentrate on his own nudity, rolling back onto his side and tucking his hand back between Molly's thighs, his fingers tracing a line up the middle of her again, but letting his middle finger sink deeper this time, moaning at the wetness of her against him, the heat closing around him. He pressed his cock against her hip, grinding into her, letting her feel his arousal too, the dampness leaking from the tip of him. He kissed her mouth roughly, wetly, having to break away often to breathe, to make blunt sounds of pleasure. He wanted to tell her what he wanted, what he was thinking, but he didn't want to break the moment, to ruin anything with his words, so he just kept touching her, his middle finger shifting back and forth between the folds of her labia, his thumb moving to rub broken circles against her clit.

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It was all Molly could do to not cry out when he rolled away to strip off that final layer of material. The cold air between them was almost unbearable and she reached for him greedily when he rolled back, shifting closer, legs parting for him as his fingers found her again, pressing into her gently at first, shallow and teasing until he went deeper on a push and they both moaned.

They were kissing messily, more drags of mouths than proper kisses because they were both too wrapped up in what they were experiencing. He was making low, cutoff grunts of sound, quiet but intensely sexual and they sent a shock wave of what he was feeling through Molly as he made each one.

Molly was already rolling her hips with the rhythm of his fingers, she couldn't help herself, chasing the way he rubbed her clit, finger pressed inside her, deeper thrusts that she felt curling her toes, the low ache of her orgasm starting to build in her stomach. He was pressed tight to her side, hot, hard cock rubbing through its own slick at her hip and Molly wanted desperately to touch him, bring him the sort of pleasure he was bringing her. She couldn't stop the images from playing through her mind, having him come apart in her hand, watching as he did. She needed it and it felt like Will wanted it too.

Molly made a needy sound and covered his hand with hers, shuffling away a little only to roll back to face him, closer together, his hand still between her thighs, finger still buried in the heat of her. She swallowed and reached down between them, letting her fingers find him, trailing over the length of his cock, wrapping gently around him, kissing him hungrily as she rocked her hips and tried a tentative stroke.

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Will knew what Molly wanted before she put her hand over his to still his touching her, could sense what she was feeling, what she wanted, so he didn't worry when she stopped him, only left his hand in place as she moved to lay on her side to face him. Their eyes met for a moment and then she was kissing him, her mouth hot and wet against his own as she wrapped careful fingers around the girth of him and stroked. He moaned into her mouth at the feeling of it, his hips moving to push himself into the circle of her hand, his own spurred back into motion.

Coordination was always difficult in a situation like this, both of them restricted to the use of one hand as their other arm was pinned beneath them, both giving pleasure at the same time they received it. Normally Will would have had trouble concentrating on touching Molly, distracted by her hand on him, but the way their feelings flowed between them, he found the way he touched her only fed back into the way he felt, and it was so much like being inside her, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with how she touched his cock. Their kisses were passionate and sloppy, and Will tasted Molly's pleasure as he breathed his own into her, his middle finger pumping, thumb rubbing in as consistent of circles as he could manage. At the same time he found himself thrusting into her hand, moving in exact opposition to the downward passes of her loose fist, and as much as he wasn't ready for this to end, wanting more, wanting it to go on forever, he felt his own climax building, mirrored by the same sensation he could feel radiating from Molly, her body clenching around him, bucking into him.

"Molly," he groaned lowly, a heated whisper, his mouth against hers, lips brushing. He didn't have to warn her what was coming, knowing she could feel it already, that she knew. "Oh my god, Molly," he gasped, feeling his body begin to shake. He opened his eyes, wanting to see her face, needing to see her eyes, and he could feel their pulses racing higher, could feel Molly's rapid breaths against his face as they rushed toward their end together.

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Molly had to close her eyes tightly at the way Will said her name, groaning it against her lips, breath coming fast and desperate in time with hers as they rushed towards the sharp edge of pleasure together. She felt her muscles tighten in her belly, clenching around his fingers as he pushed his cock into her hand, pulsing hard and in time with the press of his finger inside her. He felt so in sync with her, the wash of emotions ramping everything up in a tight spiral together with the physical sensations.

Molly couldn't help the desperate noise she made as she tried to keep her eyes closed until the last possible moment, opening them as she tipped over the edge to meet his. She cried out softly, overwhelmed as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her in time with pulsing of Wills cock in her hand as he came hard, warm and wet over her.

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Their eyes locked as they both crested and went over into the rolling waves of orgasm, their climaxes miraculously simultaneous. Will could feel Molly's body pulsing around him, squeezing him, and her hand doing the same as it held his cock, all of it colliding in his brain to make him feel like he was coming inside her, the thought making the moment that much more intense.

As soon as he could breathe again, Will found Molly's mouth again, kissing her softly but wetly, his hand stilling on her but leaving his finger pressed up into her tight heat, relishing the feeling of it. "I didn't mean for that to go so quickly," he whispered against her mouth between kisses. "I could feel it, how close you were," he told her, nudging her nose with his gently. "And then I was there too, right with you."

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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."

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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."

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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."