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PARTIES: Molly & Teagan // @closingwaters TIMING: late March LOCATION: Teagan's home SUMMARY: Molly tries dating apps for the first time in her life and matches with Teagan. The two agree to meet for a little date! WARNINGS: wrspice and some light grief

Running was always an option from any problem. Don't like what's happening? Run! Is something scaring you? Run! Don't like how a scenario is going to make you feel? You guessed it, run!

Well, in her current predicament, which involved an uncomfortable conversation and facing emotions she wasn't ready for, Teagan decided instead to swipe right on. She discovered quickly that she could find a stranger to sleep with on her nifty rectangle. Just one flick of her finger and she'd have a guest at the drop of a hat.

That time around, it was some Molly woman. She enjoyed the theatre, books, had a cat, and was an absolute beaut! To prepare, Teagan sorted out a charcuterie board and a wine to pair it with. She was just placing the decanter down when there was a small knock at the front. “Delightful.” Teagan muttered to herself with a grin, sauntering over. She opened the door and kept her tone light and playful. “My, your photos do not do you justice. Come in!”

What the fuck am I doing? Molly thought to herself as she approached the Teagan's residence, the person she’d connected with via dating app. Molly had never used a dating app in her life - she hadn’t needed to! She had lived the sickeningly sweet cliché story of marrying her high school sweetheart and spending nearly two decades together. Dating apps didn’t exist when she met Roger. They had friends who utilized them and even had one who had raging success in meeting the love of their life. It was fun for them, apparently, so in an attempt to feel less desperate Molly thought she might give it a go after support from Metzli.

So now here she was, standing on the doorstep of a stranger she’d met online. This felt strange. Molly was nervous and excited - and sad but she decided she was going to do her best to shove that feeling deep down. There was no time to be sad today!

She gave a quiet knock against the door and then her hand fell to her side, nervously rolling the fabric of the skirt of her dress between her fingers. Was a dress too much? It was casual - a solid layer underneath with a sheer pattern overtop, somewhere between a burnt orange and red in color, and buttons all the way down. It was also modest, though there were buttons down the front, the ‘v’ was hardly deep enough to tease any cleavage.

It was no use - Molly didn’t have enough time to overthink because no sooner had she knocked she was greeted on the other side of the door by one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. Shit. “Hi!” She greeted in her best attempt to not sound awkward or nervous. “Gosh, yours don’t either.” Slipped out before she could stop it but it was okay because it felt kind of fun to flirt. She followed Teagan into her home, doing her best to keep her nervous energy at bay. “I mean, yeah -” Why am I like this? She cursed herself. “Sorry, hi, I’m Molly. It’s nice to meet you!” As she spoke she shimmied out of her denim jacket and draped it over one of her arms.

---

Just one look and Teagan knew that Molly was more than happy with how she looked. She may have requested that they keep their date small and at her place, but she still dressed for the occasion. Leather and corduroy skirt with a tube top and a mesh long sleeve. Her hair was down, the waves of her hair brushed just so.

A lot of time went into it considering that date was really meant to forget that Arden…Teagan didn't let herself think about it, stomach twisting with incredible force. She had a guest, and she didn't want to grieve. She needed to do anything else but grieve.

“How's that for lovely?” Teagan took Molly's hand and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her cheek before pulling away. There was a faint impression of lipstick on Molly's cheek, and Teagan snorted. “Oh my, apologies. Let me…” She muttered, taking her thumb and brushing off the stain.

“All better now.” With a grin, she led Molly to the couch and wiggled in her seat to settle in. She propped her head with her hand, elbow against the backrest of the couch, drinking Molly in. There was a whole date to get through, but if any move was made, Teagan would be more than happy to oblige. “So,” She gestured to the coffee table. “Help yourself and then tell me what your favorite season is and why.”

---

The skirt hugged Teagan in a way that made Molly blush ever so slightly. She was gorgeous. The pictures hadn’t done her justice at all, and her eyes were striking. The next thing Molly knew, Teagan was pulling her into a hug, and a kiss followed. Molly knew the blush had only deepened across her cheeks, especially as Teagan reached up to brush away what Molly had only assumed was a lipstick stain left behind. The feeling of her thumb brushing across her skin caused goosebumps to rise across Molly’s body. Teagan’s energy was electric - intoxicating even. “It’s okay..” Molly said quietly, smiling in return.

She followed Teagan to the couch and took a seat, draping her jacket over the arm of the couch. Then she eyed the charcuterie spread in front of them - it was a perfect touch for their date. “This is lovely.” She complimented and reached for a piece of fruit as instructed - and it was delicious.

“My favorite season…” Molly said as she sat back against the face in a similar position to face Teagan better. “I love fall because I love the leaves changing, and the cooler nights. But I’ve always had a fondness for winter, especially when I lived in the city. I love the lead up to the holidays with all of the lights and what feels like magic of the season.” She could easily recall fond memories from her years in New York City. “And January has always felt like a chance for a slow down and recharge.” Though the evenings had been a little more challenging to navigate last winter as it was her first winter without Roger or her family around. Those nights felt longer than long - a never-ending dark night. But she wasn’t about to bring that up. “What about you?” She asked, leaning forward ever so slightly to grab a piece of cheese.

---

“Ah, so you're a city woman?” The blonde scrunched her nose playfully, feigning disgust for the lifestyle. She was sure there were some advantages to living in the city, and maybe it was even delightful, but Teagan couldn't imagine there was enough water. She would be miserable in that kind of environment, though she doubted Molly had the same issue considering there was a lack of her fae sense going off.

There was a flicker of something in Molly's eyes as she answered Teagan's question, but she didn't prod. It was the first date, and you didn't get that deep at the first jump, right? That's what Teagan assumed anyway. So, instead of asking, she grabbed the decanter and filled both her glass and Molly's. She passed one over to her date and took a sip before sitting back and crossing her legs to answer.

“Well, it'll have to be summer and spring for me. That's the best time to be in the water.” She explained with her free hand, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Rather fond of this lake in particular. More people are a bother in those seasons, but she's so majestic under that sunlight. She just…sparkles.” Teagan flared her hand for emphasis, smiling and taking a breath before she delved into a deeper conversation on why Darkling was perfect. “If you don't mind my asking,” She scooted closer and took a sip of her wine. “What are you looking for, lass? Suppose we should get that out of the way, eh?”

---

“I guess I am.” Molly offered with a shrug. Had she ever considered whether she was a city girl or preferred more of a small town vibe? If she had to decide in the moment she figured she’d pick the city. She liked staying busy. And she couldn’t help but notice the scrunch of her nose that Teagan offered in response.

There was a smile as Molly accepted the glass from Teagan, “Thank you.” She replied with a soft smile. The woman followed suit, taking a sip of her own wine before settling against the couch. This was nice.

And then she chuckled softly at Teagan’s response. “So the exact opposite, huh?” Molly teased with a quirk of a brow hoping that Teagan would sense that she was in fact just teasing. She loved the way that Teagan lit up as she spoke of the lake. Her own eyes seemed to sparkle as she said the word herself. Molly brought the wine glass to her lips again as she listened, enchanted by Teagan already. “I’ve never been out to the lake here, but I can see how a crowd would put a damper on things.”

Molly held the glass in her lap now and looked at Teagan again as she came right out with it. This was Molly’s first hook-up kind of situation, or at least she figured it was. Daniel and Metzli were friends and she hadn’t exactly considered what happened between them to be a hook up, at least not one for the sole intention of it being just that. Then again, thinking about it being anything more than that made Molly’s head spin. Why was this so complicated? “Well,” she began, a soft sigh causing the rise and fall of her shoulders in response, “To be quite honest, I’m not really sure. I mean, I know that I’m not looking for anything complicated.” She would’ve added that she also wasn’t looking for anything that involved feelings but that was literally impossible for Molly. It seemed she was cursed to have feelings over everything. “I don’t know, I’m not really good at this.” She knew that was something you weren’t really supposed to say in a situation such as this. It was better to pretend and fumble your way through it but Molly didn’t even know how to fake it. “I’m new to dating..”

“Indeed. But you know that saying, right?” Leaning in, Teagan smiled widely with saccharine. “Opposites attract.” A bounce of her brows gave away the way she knew how cheesy it was to say that, and she couldn't stop the chuckle tumbling out.

What could she say? Teagan loved the playful approach when it came to romance or something in the in-between. It was an easy way to gauge someone's personality without digging too deep. And it seemed that was exactly what Molly was looking for in the first place. Teagan's brows rose with a little surprise.

Molly was a beautiful woman, and her eyes weren't particularly innocent. The fae thought her reading skills rather exemplary, so to have Molly express her desire for something simple was a bit of a shock. A welcomed one, but still.

“Oh?” A shiver ran down Teagan's spine and she scooted even closer to Molly. “I can do that, definitely.” Putting her glass aside, she took Molly's too, shimmying her way into Molly's space. One arm draped over her shoulders while the other lay on her knee. “In fact, I'm pretty sure the romantic, complicated part of me has buggered off.” Her eyes darted to Molly's lips and then back to her eyes, face leaning in just so. She wanted Molly to make the final push.

So Teagan was charming, too. And Molly was very susceptible to that. “Indeed they do.” She chimed in agreement. Molly was grateful that Teagan had also opted to keep the mood light and playful even. Though Molly was hopeful she was hiding it at least somewhat successfully, she was nervous.

It was easy to see as the wheels began to turn behind Teagan’s eyes as she looked at Molly. Not two seconds later she was reaching for her glass to move it out of the way. Then Molly felt the pace of her heart quicken as she scooted closer, arm draping over her shoulders. She shuddered at Teagan’s touch - it was gentle yet the woman seemed confident.

“Good.” Molly replied, voice full of relief. The last thing she needed right now was complicated. Though she wasn’t entirely sure that she knew how to operate without making things complicated. Teagan was new, though, basically a stranger. So who else better than to try something new with? Molly was almost annoyed at herself now for letting on that she was nervous and not good at this. If she’d been just a bit more confident in herself she felt she would’ve been better off.

Molly wished she could say the same too, about the romantic and complicated part of herself getting away from her. Though, who was to say that she couldn’t? Again, Teagan was new. “Now there’s something we have in common.” The words left her lips in a whisper as she leaned into Teagan’s touch, Molly’s bottom lip brushing against hers. They were soft, as soft as the leg beneath Molly’s hand as it moved to rest atop her knee. “Is this okay?” She asked quietly, almost embarrassed.

At the reciprocation, Teagan closed the distance and took hold of Molly's hand, guiding it up her lap and to her chest. Safe to say that Molly wanted her just as much, a heat behind every kiss they shared. That was Teagan's kind of dating. Physical intimacy that could be left at that or with little to no pull on the other side of the rope. Enough slack for either to walk away without repercussions.

“Well getting here didn't take long, did it?” Her voice was bright and playful, a brief groan tying itself to the end of her question as Teagan tugged Molly closer. “C'mere, beaut.” She groaned again, that time with a secure arm around the woman to help her maneuver onto Teagan's lap.

“Now that's lush, that is.” Hands roamed freely, although a little slowly, as if requesting permission. Teagan looked up at Molly, pupils blown out a tad from the excitement. “It's a good thing you wore a dress.” Moving her hands up hungrily, the nix locked eyes with her date, grinning with delight. “Seems you knew exactly what you were doing, Miss Molly.”

Molly shuddered again as Teagan led her hand to her chest. Surely the woman could tell that Molly was doing her best to not shake like a leaf right now. “It didn’t…” Molly replied, her voice quiet. With that, Molly helped herself into Teagan’s lap, noting the strength in Teagan’s own arm as she assisted. If there was something Molly rather enjoyed, it was strong arms.

Then she felt a blush creep up her chest and bloom across her face. When Molly had chosen the dress this had been the last thing on her mind but it was funny now. This was just Molly’s style. Convenience was just a perk.

Now she grinned, “I have to admit,” Molly began in reply, unable to just take the fucking moment, “I didn’t exactly plan for this.” Well, she kind of did, knowing the outcome of going on a date like this, obviously, but she didn’t factor in still having the dress on. Why was she overthinking this? “I mean, I did but not.. When I chose the dress. I don’t know.” Another nervous chuckle fell from her lips. “I’m sorry, I’m awkward. I’ll stop talking.”

—

I did, Teagan thought to herself, humming happily and moving her hands with purpose. Then, unexpectedly, Molly began to stammer, growing awkward and saying as much. Teagan's throat tightened and her nose stung, memories flooding from her mind and twisting her heart. Her hands paused, breathing hitching and chest beginning to race as she became preoccupied with the notes of Arden that Molly reminded her of.

Clearing her throat, the fae took a few moments to breathe deeply and calm herself. She didn't need to grieve in front of a stranger, and she didn't need to grieve at all. In Teagan's mind, she'd done enough of that and needed to occupy her time with anything that swayed those emotions for her sanity. Or at the very least, what was left of her stability.

“Apologies, lass,” Teagan chuckled, though it lacked any humor as it trembled towards the end of her breath. “We can…” She planted her hands onto Molly's hips, adjusting her grip. “Where were we?”

—

Molly noticed the change in Teagan’s pace immediately as well as the pausing of her hands. For just a moment she appeared to make an attempt to gather herself. It was a moment that Molly had come to know all too well.

Doing anything with anyone else often felt impossible after Roger, especially for the first time. But also not only for the first time. Molly still experienced moments triggered by a simple touch of a hand. She didn’t know in what way Teagan might be able to relate, but her heart would ache for her.

For a moment Molly paused too, gentle eyes trained on Teagan’s. “No need to apologize.” She told her without a beat. Then Molly was filled with an urge to unload, to let Teagan know that she too knew a type of grief - one that gave her pause as her hands roamed another’s body. Again, it didn’t happen every time but it didn’t make it less painful when it hit.

Instead, she allowed a patient smile to settle across her lips. “I can remind you..” She whispered, closing the gap between them to place a soft kiss against her lips. As she moved one of Molly’s hands traveled confidently to the base of Teagan’s neck, touch gentle. Though this seemed to be an intended outcome of a date born of an online dating app, Molly didn’t want to force anything, especially if Teagan needed support in another way.

—

The line between grief and pleasure was becoming thin, fraying as each side tugged and yanked. Teagan focused on Molly's hands and how they felt, a small sound parting her lips. It was a whine, resting somewhere in between pleasure and despair. Another yank forced out a second, breathy tone and Teagan threw herself on the side of bliss.

She led the two to the bundle of blankets and pillows she put together by the fireplace, taking her place above Molly. In the mess of heady breaths and indulging caresses, Teagan found herself seeing stars and buzzing with joy.

In the high, she found the apex, crashing down immediately into Molly's lips while wishing they were Arden's instead. She even said as much by accident, calling her name. Teagan burst into tears at the realization, covering her face as she rested atop her latest conquest, wishing she didn't have a name. “I'm sorry, Molly. I'm…I'm sorry.”

—-

For just a second Molly grinned against Teagan’s lips and felt a little selfish over how nice it felt to hear her whine. It was funny (in a way that might also be a little sad) how she’d been with someone for over twenty years and had never really stopped to think about how good it felt to know that she could help someone feel a type of way in a moment such as this. Of course her and Roger had sex, and it hadn’t been bad or anything. Molly was just realizing, in her post-divorce clarity perhaps, that she was allowed to focus on herself a little more, and how she made a partner feel in the moment (especially when that feeling was seemingly good).

And it was okay that feedback made her feel good. Molly moved with Teagan as she led them to the fireplace and Molly couldn’t help but give Teagan kudos. She’d really pulled out all of the stops for this and Molly was a sucker for a romantic touch. Words were lost on her though as lips collided and fingers fumbled with fabric. She could feel an electric buzz beneath her skin and could sense just as much energy radiating from Teagan. There was a hunger that could only be satisfied through pleasure.

It was safe to consider that hunger satisfied as far as Molly was concerned and it wasn’t long after her own summit that it became apparent that the feeling was mutual. Then as lips met again she heard Teagan call her another name. And honestly, Molly might not have thought much of it if it hadn't been for the tears that followed.

Teagan was grieving someone who meant the world to her, that much was clear to Molly. “No, no it’s okay.” Molly’s arms were still wrapped around Teagan and as she started to cry, Molly brought a hand to the back of her neck in an attempt to comfort her. Her touch was gentle now, fueled by compassion rather than lust. The last thing Molly was about to do was make her feel guilty. Especially when Molly felt a warmth rise within her chest and a sting of tears behind her own eyes in return. Her heart ached for Teagan in a way she didn’t know was possible.

“You can tell me about them if you’d like.” Was that weird of her to say? “I’m sorry if that’s strange of me to offer, and you definitely don’t have to. I just…” she paused, “I just want you to know that it’s okay..”

—

A bemused chuckle huffed out of Teagan as she shook her head. Molly was kind. She didn't deserve to have a stranger recount her of their woes. Their date only had one kind of end. An amicable one, sure, but not the kind that offered a romance of any sort. Teagan was just a body to be used so that her brain had even just an iota of reprieve. Though, unfortunately, it seemed as if its effectiveness was dwindling.

“Not strange at all, lass. Just…not needed.” Swallowing, the nix slid off of Molly and rolled onto her side, forcing a smile onto her face that felt so close to a lie that her stomach twisted. She shuddered, inching closer to Molly in an effort to put all her focus on how soft and warm the woman felt.

“Can you…um, do you think…” Teagan gestured between the two of them, forgetting her hands were between the large quilt. “I probably shouldn't ask but can you…hold me?” She knew she probably didn't deserve it, but selfishly, she wanted it. Craved it. Teagan didn't mean anything to Molly and likewise, Molly didn't mean anything to Teagan, but just for the night, she wanted to pretend while kind arms wrapped around her.

—

Molly watched as Teagan rolled onto her side to face her. The smile was forced - Molly could tell, but she was in no position to judge. “Gotcha..” she said quietly, allowing her gaze to drop for only a few seconds before meeting Teagan’s eyes again.

“Of course.” She replied to Teagan’s request without a second thought. Holding her was the least she could do. And Molly admired her for asking. That was something that she herself didn’t know how to do. It felt odd to ask for that kind of touch, and it wasn’t until Metzli came along that she learned that touch was something she could seek as a form of comfort. It wasn’t embarrassing to ask.

“Come here..” Molly offered, extending an arm to pull Teagan close. She used her free hand to adjust the quilt around them. Molly wished there was more that she could do to offer support and at the same time the pair hardly knew each other so perhaps holding her would be enough, even if just for a night.

—

A quiet, unsteady sigh of relief escaped the nix at Molly's acceptance. Her eyes went half-lidded, softly scanning over the woman's body, from her arm to her chest, right before the quilt obscured her view. “Thank you.” Teagan breathed, nestling into Molly as if she was a raft and she wasn't a nix. She liked how warm it was, ignoring the icy guilt stabbing the inside of her chest and fingertips.

It took no time at all for the high of Teagan's bliss to dwindle into a heavy dust on her lids, the early illusions of a dream treading the line between sleep and consciousness. “She was killed,” She said in a half-asleep whisper, unaware of how her glamour was fading. Her feet and hands went webbed, and her gills flickered from a hazy blur, to tangible and vibrant. Then, in the next moment, her breathing went steady, clawed hand going still at Molly's hips.

—

It didn’t take long for Molly to sink against Teagan as she cuddled close, or long for her to realize just how tired she was. This was one of the less glamorous side effects of getting older, she figured. Her eyes closed, a contented smile settling softly across Molly’s lips as slumber came for her like a wolf in the night.

Molly could hardly make out what Teagan had mumbled as she drifted herself, the muscles in her body relaxing even more as the weight of another day fell from her shoulders.

Some odd hours later she stirred, feeling hot thanks to the quilts and crackling fire that had lulled the pair to sleep. That was one thing she didn’t miss about sleeping beside Roger every night, (okay, there were more things that she didn’t miss, but still) she didn’t miss waking up in the night in a sweat.

Memories of earlier came to her quickly as her eyes fluttered open - wine and cheese and then a fair bit of intimacy between her and Teagan. Teagan who still lay sleeping in Molly’s arms.

Teagan? Her eyes wandered to the figure in her arms and suddenly Molly wondered if she was still asleep and dreaming. Were those gills? And the hand that drooped across her hips, the fingers felt different. Odd. She thought. Teagan’s skin felt soft as silk beneath Molly’s fingers just as it had before but everything else about her seemed entirely different.

Molly felt her body stiffen carefully as the realization startled her. She wasn’t scared, just a little surprised, maybe? “What?” The word escaped from her mouth in a whisper. She hadn’t intended to say anything, she didn’t want to wake Teagan, and there was no telling what time it was as no outside light was evident through the windows.

—

“Hm…w-huh?” Teagan grumbled, her dreams remaining calm in spite of the constant state of despair she was in. It was a surprise if she were honest. There hadn't really been a night since Arden's passing that she wasn't gasping awake or thrashing around.

Teagan supposed it was due to the company, but even when Nova or Siobhan stayed with her, the result led to a startling wake up for her guests. She wasn't going to think too hard about it. Not that she could anyway. Molly sounded concerned, if not a little confused. Why, though? Teagan asked herself sleepily, blinking her way into a more conscious state.

“You okay?” The nix stretched, claws grazing gently across Molly's skin and her gills flexing forward. They settled into a neutral state as Teagan rolled her shoulders and sat up, opening her eyes fully. The quilt slid off of her torso and revealed more of her pale, pink skin, but Teagan was none the wiser. Her sleepy mind was still catching up, forgetting that she'd even removed her jewlery that would've kept her glamour up.

“What time is it?”

–

As Teagan stirred in her lap Molly held her breath. Maybe she’d turn over and fall back asleep. If that had been the case Molly would’ve followed suit. She wasn’t one to walk out on a date, or sneak out early - at least she’d never done that before.

Instead, Teagan stretched and Molly felt the… claws? against her skin. Her eyes, which she had trained on the dying embers of the fire, drifted to the gills, watching them contract. It quickly became apparent that Teagan wasn’t human. And that didn’t scare Molly, it just surprised her. Teagan hadn’t given her any reason to fear for her safety and maybe that was a naive line of thinking on Molly’s part, but she wasn’t about to jump back just yet. Besides, Teagan didn’t seem concerned - if she had realized anything had changed at all.

Finally, Molly spoke. “I… uh.” As she did so her eyes danced between the quilts and Teagan’s skin. “It’s uh.” Words were hard. “I’m not sure.” It wasn’t a lie. Molly had left her phone in her purse.

“You’re pink.” The words tumbled out between Molly’s lips without warning. Then realization crashed over her like a wave, “I”m sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I don’t want to be rude. I just didn’t…” expect this.

—

Molly looked flustered, which wasn't unusual, but considering the two of them had had sex, it felt strange. By now, the two of them should be comfortable. That's what Teagan thought, at least. “You okay?” Sleep was still a bit fuzzy on her lids, but with a few blinks, everything became clearer. As she raked a hand through her hair, Teagan licked her lips and gave Molly a soft, tired smile, expression falling into shock when she understood exactly what Molly was saying.

Pink?

“I—Um, I-I…what?” Teagan's posture went rigid and she scooted away from Molly in a bewildered haste. “Oh shite. Shite, shite, shite!” She looked at her hands, and then back at Molly, and then back at her hands again. There was no explaining her state away, was there? And while Molly wasn't running out of the house screaming, Teagan wasn't sure if that was completely off the table either.

Then, Molly apologized, and the nix fell into laughter for a minute.

“Wow.” Collecting herself, she took a few deep breaths and shook her head, hair pulled back by claws full of confused tension. “Okay.” Teagan cleared her throat, coughing a few more times to combat the laughter still trying to resurface. She needed to know something.

“You're not…you're not going to tell anyone, are you?”

—

“Yeah!” Molly said in response to Teagan’s question about whether or not she was okay. She was okay, she was just surprised, that’s all.

Then the realization crashed into Teagan like a wave against the shore - Molly saw the expression across her face change as she looked at her hands, or uh.. claws. Then she started to laugh. For a moment Molly was a little confused by the reaction. Had she said something wrong? All she’d done was point out that she was pink, which Teagan was, so surely she hadn’t offended her? So, Molly just watched as she laughed, hoping for her sake that it wasn’t a bad reaction.

“Oh?” At the inquiry if she would tell anyone Molly shook her head. “No, no, of course not.” Molly had been sleeping with a vampire so it wasn’t like this situation was entirely out of the ordinary for her. And she hadn’t really told anyone about that, unless it was someone close to them who had asked, but still. Molly didn’t exactly go around talking about her sex life.

“Are you..” Her eyes traced the distance between them now before landing on Teagan again, “I guess, I don’t quite know what you are..” Molly couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Given that she’d been in Wicked’s Rest for over two years now, she probably should’ve been more educated on the potential residents but outside of the ones she’d encountered, she wasn’t really sure. “But you’re beautiful.”

—

Promise? Teagan almost asked, narrowing her eyes to scan Molly's face. Then her gaze wandered her still bare body, her mind becoming preoccupied with the possibilities of what the two of them could do. There was no need for secrets now, leaving Teagan to tempt Molly into entertaining her thoughts.

“Good girl.” She stole a long kiss from the brunette, sneaking her knee between her legs while she let her hands roam. “As are you, especially with that wonder in your eyes.” Teagan grinned, trailing her lips to Molly's neck while her now human hand disappeared elsewhere.

“I'll tell you what I am after I have a little more fun with you.” She breathed Molly in, delighted. “Right now, I want you to show me how beautiful you think I am.”

—

Good girl. The words echoed in her ears and Molly felt a pleasant shiver run through her. Her teeth met her own lower lip for only a second before Teagan’s lips found hers again. Molly’s hands roamed, trailing lightly against the other’s skin. This sort of behavior was still new to Molly, the whole concept of allowing herself to give in to her curiosity and desire, so she moved slowly, following Teagan’s lead. But it was an easy thing to do.

And there was a sort of thrill to Teagan’s words, the tease of telling her more about herself after a little more fun. Molly felt a buzz in her chest, but the good kind. (Not the kind that a forty year old woman should be worried about!) Then a playful smirk settled across her lips as she rolled over and placed herself atop Teagan, ready to get lost in the quilts again.

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