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[wgraham]

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]

She loved being wrapped in him like this. She'd always thought she would be awkward or uncomfortable in bed, but she's the furthest thing from it now that she's here. All she wants is to stay this way forever, covered by him, covered in him.

The kiss wound down slowly and Molly grinned up at him, eyes still on his lips, a little giddy with everything that had happened.

"You're going to make me greedy." Molly said, nuzzling him back.

[wgraham]

Will smiled widely at Molly, caught by her radiance, by how much he enjoyed her company already. "I like the idea of you being greedy for me," he said, his eyes moving over all the lovely planes and angles of her face. He took a breath.

"Are you tired?" he asked her, his gaze finding hers. "Do you want to sleep?"

[thewinterlady]

"Only if you sleep with me." Molly said quickly, running her hands over his shoulders and kissing him, sweet soft kisses that made her sigh against his lips. She wanted him next to her when she woke up tomorrow and she wasn't afraid to admit it. "I don't want you to go."

[wgraham]

"I don't want to go," Will told Molly, his lips brushing hers, one hand cupping Molly's jaw, holding her as he dipped his head and kissed her more deeply. The truth was he didn't know if he could leave her now, not without feeling cold and hollow. He imagined being alone in his apartment after this and it sent a shiver through him, the idea of being away from Molly's touch, her energy.

He pulled gently back out of the kiss. "I've been thinking about sleeping naked with you since we slept together at Kagura," he said, sliding his hand down to the back of her neck. "I wanted it then, I want it even more now."

[thewinterlady]

Molly flushed and nodded. "I've been thinking about it too." She admitted. She'd been thinking about it every day since and now that it was so close, the reality was making her heart thump in her chest. It was such a small thing but it was something she coveted. Being able to press her body against his, nothing in the way, cocooned in the warmth of her blankets, safe and quiet and intimate. "So you should really stay." She said, smiling at him.

[wgraham]

For a moment Will contemplated asking if Molly wanted a shower before they got under the covers, unsure if the idea of their sweaty, sticky bodies in her sheets would bother her. He thought about his own bed, the idea of Molly in his sheets, the scent of her left behind, and he changed his mind; they had so much in common, it would shock him to learn she didn't think of that the same way he did.

"I'll stay," he said, as if there had ever been a chance he wouldn't. When he moved away from her to tug the bedclothes down on his side of the bed, he did it carefully, not wanting her to think he was sending mixed signals. As he did so, she sat, and they maneuvered themselves until they were under the blankets. Will stayed close to the middle of the mattress, opening his arm for Molly to lay against him, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close once she did, tucking the covers up around her.

It was nice, warm and comfortable, and Will felt sated and content. Their breathing had slowed and had synchronized, their chests rising and pressing with each inhalation, their heartbeats running in time. "Goodnight, Molly," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling the smell of her, committing every detail to memory.

[thewinterlady]

She watched Will, smiling softly at the care he was taking with her as he arranged the bedding. She scooted down into the sheets as he settled in next to her, wrapping herself in him, cheek resting on his shoulder as they easily found a way to fit together. If he ever had to leave her bed, it would be too soon.

It didn't take long for them to drift into a gentle rhythm together, quiet movements as they got drowsy, Molly sighing out a breath as he kissed her hair. "Goodnight, Will." She murmured, pressing a kiss of her own over the mark she'd left on his shoulder.