[ Gathering Molly up in his arms where he's safe and sound, naked and cosy together, it's all he wants. As his kisses roam down a jaw and back up to recapture those gasping lips, he slides a leg in between Molly's to let his weight sink forward, the hot line of his erection trapped in the crease of a lavender hip. It's just to be as close as possible, wanting to show him how much he makes him burn.
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Not Lucien. Just Molly. ]
I always will be.