Rubbing his hands up and down Molly's back, Will warmed her as they kissed, but it was all a means to an end and he moved his hands to open her coat, then slid it off her shoulders. He wanted more contact with her, to be able to push a palm up the back of her shirt and touch her skin. The touch made him moan into her mouth, loving the way she felt, soft and warm.
He cupped his free hand against Molly's cheek and eased her gently out of the kiss, drawing back just enough that they could look into each other's eyes. "Happy New Year, Beautiful," he told her, stroking his thumb along the arch of her cheekbone.
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Date: 2016-01-03 07:27 pm (UTC)He cupped his free hand against Molly's cheek and eased her gently out of the kiss, drawing back just enough that they could look into each other's eyes. "Happy New Year, Beautiful," he told her, stroking his thumb along the arch of her cheekbone.