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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 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.

[wgraham]

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."

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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?"

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"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.

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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.

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"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."

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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?"

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.