thewinterlady | Seeing in the New Year! (For Will)

"My neighbour? She has a cat. Big ginger thing. Comes into my place sometimes to steal my jerky." Molly said, taking the bag and chain and smiling at him. "Did it sound like it was angry?" She asked.

Molly looked around his apartment for a space to work and settled on the dining table. Will was neat and tidy, mostly, so she didn't have to do much to clear a space to work. She pulled out a small stone bowl and a box of matches, setting out a few sprigs of various herbs in the bowl, crushing them gently to release their energy. The silver chain held a protection amulet she'd been working on and Molly slid it free of the links to cup it in a hand. She breathed a few words over it and let it fall into the bowl gently.

The magic keeping the circle going wasn't being taxed all that much and she drew on it again, taking a tendril of it and wrapping it around the amulet in her minds eye, giving it her protection and watching as the ambient magic that had affected Snickers burnt away from the air around it.

Holding out a hand to Will, she beckoned him over. "Do you want to feel what it's like to do magic?" She asked, a little shy but wanting to share it with him. "If you let me, I can show you a little of it."

"That was a cat?" Will replied in askance, his eyebrows rising. "It sounded extremely angry. And enormous," he told Molly with a huff of a laugh.

He trailed Molly to the table as she sat out the herbs and a bowl, working over them in a practiced way. Will watched her hands as she worked, could feel the low hum of her energy and confidence as she set about her task. He felt a great sense of admiration for her as he watched, able to see how talented she was at this, to feel how she knew and trusted that talent. She was a singular woman, and for the first time Will wondered how someone like him, with all the darkness in his mind, managed to meet and attract as someone as amazing as her.

Crossing the final few steps, he took Molly's proffered hand, holding it firmly. He nodded. "I'd like to feel that, yes," he responded aloud, though the thought in his mind was that he wanted to feel everything about her, anything she was willing to let him touch.

"Just a second." Molly said and looked around for Snickers doggy bed. She went over and found a few of his dark hairs and brought them back, adding them to the bowl. She took Wills hand again and nodded.

"Okay this is going to be strange and I don't know how much of it you're going to see or feel." Molly said, intensely pleased he wanted to join her. She closed her eyes and tugged him closer.

Their connection was a constant, comfortable sensation in the back of her mind. It'd been there since the first time they'd touched at Kagura and the more time they spent together, the more it settled into being part of her. She was already learning to shield that connection and she did that now before she started. It would keep any residual magic from flowing back up it to Will at the very least. She opened it as wide as she could and tried to send her perspective up through it.

"The circle is protection. Everything inside it is protected from everything outside it. It cuts off magical energy and keeps that energy out as long as the circle stays intact." Molly explained as she drew her will in like she was taking a breath, a slow build up of energy that she felt as a ball of warmth, deep in her core. "When you enchant something, you have to find a way to connect it to the person or thing you're trying to work the effect on. Hair is good, blood is better, but really anything will do." She said, holding her hand out over the bowl and letting the weight of the power she was gathering flow down her arm and out through her palm, flowing over the contents. "I add intention to it and my power seals it all together." She felt the little dogs energy lingering on the hair and pulled that into the power, winding it around the amulet and taking the protective aspect of the circle, saturated the silver amulet until it glowed brightly, silver tinged with blue in her minds eye.

Opening her eyes, she looked down at the amulet and smiled, picking it up and turning it over. It didn't look any different, just a small silver disc that she'd liked the look of in a market one day, but it hummed with contained energy.

"Now we just have to get it on his collar." She said, turning to Will and holding it out to him.

Will couldn't help holding his breath when Molly took his hand again, not just because every time they touched there was still an electric snap between them, like a circuit closing, but also in anticipation of feeling her magic, of feeling more of her. There was a part of Will that hoped, eventually, he'd be able to feel her power all the time, without restraint. Not to a point where either of them were in danger, but just enough of a connection that Molly wouldn't feel like she was holding an important part of herself back.

Will could feel the moment when Molly began drawing in her energy like a warm hum along the length of his arm. He could taste it at the back of his throat, almost like burnt spices, tingling like taking a sip of alcohol. The sensation grew and it made Will tremble a little, his heartbeat ticking up and an odd feeling of arousal stirring in his belly. She was powerful, and Will knew she was shielding the brunt of it from him, but he wondered if using her talents made her feel the way it was making him feel right now.

As Molly continued to draw her energy in, the feeling of it started to coalesce in Will's chest, like a little ball of heat behind his heart. It makes his pulse skip and his breath hitch, but Molly's steady voice keeps him grounded, and eh can feel power flowing through them, cooling him as Molly sends her magic over the bowl. After another moment, the power ebbed and then vanished, leaving behind the normal low level buzz of their connection.

Will licked his lips, raising his eyes to Molly's. "Thank you," he said softly. "For sharing that with me." He squeezed her hand and took the amulet, crossing to where Snickers continued to sleep. He stooped and removed the dog's collar, threading the amulet onto the ring of it before he snapped it back around Snickers' neck.

"Will the magic eventually run out? Or will it always stay strong?" he asked as he walked back to Molly.

Molly smiled at him tiredly, leaning against the table. The magic and holding the circle together along with the late night and general excitement of sharing this whole thing with Will were taking their toll.

"It'll last a good while. I'll have to refresh the magic every now and again, but he'll be well protected." She said, looking around the apartment. "I should put some wards up here too." She added, thoughtfully. She wanted this place to be a safe haven for Will and if she could make it magically so then so much the better.

Will could feel the exhaustion coming from Molly, and he went to her side, slipping his arm around her. "Don't worry about that tonight," he said, and he'd thought a moment ago about mentioning the cat upstairs again, but he didn't want to tax Molly any further before she had a chance to rest.

"Go sit down and I'll make you some tea," he said, turning his head to kiss her cheek gently.

"I get tea?" Molly asked, amused. "Black with three sugars, please."

She felt less tired already, having Will moving around his apartment, relaxed and relieved. Snickers was still quiet and peaceful and Molly went over to the dog, lifting him gently and laying him in his dog bed. He'd sleep for a while yet.

Moving over to the circle, she started to dust it away with sweeps of her fingers. It was gone as quickly as she'd drawn it and all the residual energy that'd gathered fell away.

She smiled and then went over to the couch, curling up on it, long legs tucked under her on the comfy seat, happy she'd done good work and happy she was where she wanted to be most in the whole world.

Will nodded and smiled at Molly, heading to the kitchen and filling his kettle with water, setting it to boil. Will typically drank coffee, but he'd learned a long time ago that having the ability to make tea was something that could calm a person's mind, including his own. He glanced over in time to see Molly sweetly, gently pick up his little dog and lay him in his bed. He'd always known Molly was a kind soul, but seeing the way she treated Snickers, the love she had in her eyes, touched Will's heart.

He took down a mug and a tea bag (he knew he should start getting loose leaf tea for Molly, but he'd never made it before and he probably needed her help in choosing the right sort), then poured hot water over it, letting it steep. From the kitchen, he watched Molly arrange herself on the couch, and he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her in his life. She was the most amazing woman he'd ever met, smart and strong and beautiful. And she wanted to be here with him. He wasn't sure what he did right, but he was so glad he'd done it.

Pulling the teabag and tossing it in the trashcan under the sink, Will added sugar to the mug and took it over to where Molly sat on the couch. "Thank you," he told her as he sat beside her. "For taking care of Snickers, for sharing your magic with me. For coming here tonight and kissing me at midnight," he added with a soft smile. "Did you know it was my first New Years kiss?"

Molly took the mug gratefully, both her hands wrapped around it, waiting for him to settle before she shuffled a little closer and lean into him. Maybe she was greedy, but she loved touching him, being close to him. She wasn't going to beat herself up about taking advantage of his proximity.

"You're mine, but then you're pretty much all of my firsts." She said and smiled at him. "I'm surprised no one ever managed to pin you down at midnight though."

When Molly moved to sit more closely, Will reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, not groping, only resting warmly, his thumb stroking her softly through her pants.

"I know this might surprise you, because you know how much of a social butterfly I am, but I'm not really much for parties," he joked, giving Molly a little smirk.

"I've been this weird my entire life, so I wasn't very well liked in school," he went on more seriously, but there was no bitterness or sorrow in his tone. "As an adult I've generally managed to find excuses to avoid social gatherings of any variety, holiday parties especially." He looked down at his hand on her leg, could almost see the comforting energy flowing between them.

"I've never wanted to kiss anyone at midnight before you," he said, still looking down at where he was touching her. "You make me want a lot of things I've never wanted before."

The smirk was cute and Molly listened with a small smile on her face. He wasn't looking at her but she heard the honesty of what he was saying, felt his acceptance of what and who he was. She envied him his certainty a little.

She shifted a little and laid her arm over the back of the couch, warm hand on the back of his neck, playing through the hair there. "I do? What sort of things do you want?" She asked.

Will closed his eyes for a moment and reveled in the feeling of Molly's touch at the back of his neck, his body warming at the way she corded her fingers through his hair, the occasional light tug waking up his libido. He continued to stroke his thumb against her thigh, sending the pleasant feelings back to her, a closed circuit of contentment.

"Mm," he hummed as he opened his eyes and considered her question. "The other day I was thinking about your birthday," he finally said. "I don't even know when it is, but I started having ideas of how we could celebrate it, what I could do for you to make it a nice day."

Molly made an interested noise. "It's February twelfth." She said and chuckled. "You know, I don't think I've done anything for my birthday in years. I've been too busy. Or in another world." She smiled at him. "This one's going to be better, I can tell already." A grin quirked her lips. "Though I'm curious what your ideas are."

February 12. Will filed the date away in his mind, keeping it in a safe place so he couldn't possibly forget.

"You have much better excuses than me," he said, sliding his hand down so he could curve his palm over her knee. "My dad never really celebrated my birthday when I was little. Sometimes I forget I've had one until a couple of days later," he told her with a shrug.

"For yours, though, I was thinking breakfast in bed, to start," he said after a pause. "Well, after I wake you up in the nicest way I can think of," he added with a heated smile.

She made a mental note to find out his birthday without asking and make it the best one he'd ever had. The idea that anyone could forget their sons birthday sent a flash of anger through Molly, immediately followed by sadness that he'd had to deal with that as a child. One thing her family had been good at was celebrating eachother.

She shook the thought aside and smiled when he described a potential morning for her. "Oh yeah?" She said, body warming with the potential things he could be thinking. She was enjoying this light tease. It was something Will surprised her with every time and even if she wasn't exactly good at it, she found herself trying to play along. "I think the breakfast might have to turn into brunch if you start something like that."

Will could feel the emotions cycle through Molly, but distantly, like he was reading it from her the way he did other people. He wasn't surprised that she felt the way she did, and as much as Will knew he'd missed some of the things other kids had taken for granted, his dad wasn't a terrible person. He just wasn't emotionally equipped or remotely prepared to be a single parent.

Will was glad when Molly's feelings shifted, feeling warmth running up along his arm from where he was touching her knee. He rubbed at the point of her kneecap with his middle finger, a benign gesture, but one he hoped would ring reminiscent of other ways he'd touched her. "I like brunch," he said, licking his lips, thinking about the taste of her, imagining what it would feel like to wake her up with his mouth on her skin and a hand pressing between her thighs.

Molly blushed and grinned. "You're imagining things, Will. And you know I can feel them." She said, tugging the hair at the base of his neck. Putting her mug down, she swung her thigh over his and settled into his lap, looking down at him. "That's cheating."

Will grinned back at Molly, though the expression fell into something more heated when Molly moved to sit in his lap, his hands going automatically to her hips. He knew she could feel the arousal that was growing in him, but now she could feel it too, warm and becoming more pronounced beneath the exquisite weight of her body.

"I liked the way you were touching my hair," he told her as he shifted his pelvis beneath her, his body seeking her heat. "And it's impossible for me not to want you," he added, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck. "Especially after you showed me your magic." He moved his head, kissing her jaw on the opposite side.

She loved this, the way they flowed together so easily this way, heat rising up between them. Will was gripping her hips and she couldn't help meeting the little hitches of his pelvis, glad he was only wearing thin pants so she could feel the way he was reacting to her.

"My magic is a turn on?" Molly asked, licking her lips and pressing forward into the kisses, arms going round his shoulders, fingers back in his hair. Now that she knew that he enjoyed it, she was going to use it every chance she got. "I'm not complaining - really, really not complaining - but I'm a little surprised. I barely did anything."

The way Molly moved was intoxicating, and Will couldn't help but continue to shift beneath her, feeling the heat and damp of her beginning to radiate through their clothes. Sliding his palms into the small of her back, he slipped an hand up beneath her shirt, compelled as always to feel her skin.

"Watching how competent and strong you are is absolutely a turn on," he answered, his fingers stroking lightly up and down the bumps of her vertebrae. "Feeling your power," he added, his mouth wet and hot against her throat. He groaned softly as Molly's fingers toyed with his hair, the touch sending tingles along his entire body.

He lifted his head and met Molly's eyes, dark with a hunger he knew was reflected in his own. "What other kinds of magic can you do?" he ask, his voice husky as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her lips.

Will had his hands on her skin and Molly sighed, relieved to have that physical connection again. They'd only been apart for a few hours but she'd missed this. It was so new that she figured they could be excused for being hungry for eachother.

Molly smiled into the kiss and pressed closer, letting the kiss drag out and turn hot and enthusiastic until they were both breathing a little harder. "Lots of different kinds." She murmured against his lips, nipping at the lower one as she drew her hands down to lift his shirt up and over his head, laying it over the back of the couch. "It's mostly not physical though."

Will felt breathless as Molly stripped off his shirt, a shiver working through him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. He put his hands back on her hips, sliding his palms upward and taking her shirt along with them, working it carefully and gently over her head. Her hair tumbled back down around her bare shoulders, and Will licked his lips as he lowered his gaze to her chest, admiring the soft, pale swells of her breasts beneath her bra.

"You have the prettiest underwear," he told her as he moved one hand to cup the delicate fabric cradling one of her breasts, his thumb moving automatically to rub her nipple, teasing it to hardness.

"Is there sexual magic?" he asked as he raised his eyes to hers again, his own dark, his tone huskily teasing.

"You like everything underneath the underwear." Molly teased him, pressing forward into his hand, lips parted on a sigh. Every time he touched her felt new and at the same time familiar in a way she couldn't get enough of.

Molly huffed a breathless laugh when he asked her about sexual magic, looking into his eyes, greedy with the ability to do that now that they could. "That's a tricky question." She murmured, leaning down to steal a kiss. "All magic is fuelled by emotional energy in some way. Sexual energy is some of the most powerful. You could argue that all magic has the potential to be sexual magic." She grinned at him. "But I don't think that's what you were asking. I think you were asking if I could enchant someone, make them infatuated with me, turn someone on from a distance."

Will grinned softly at Molly, his thumb still rubbing at her, enjoying the little flickers of want the touch elicited, flashing through her features. It was true, he did like what was underneath her bra, he loved it in fact, but he also appreciated how lovely the garments were, made of delicate fabric and holding Molly's body so beautifully.

Will hummed, pressing into Molly's kiss, stealing her breath away before he stopped this time, his own breathing rough and noisy. "I was actually wondering if you could use magic during sex," he said, his hands moving around to her back and find the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and smoothing his palm along her naked spine. "As a part of sex," he went on, fingers trailing over her shoulders, slipping her bra straps down her arms and then setting her bra aside on the arm of the couch. His eyes moved over her naked breasts, admiring the swell of them, how her hard, pink nipples turned up just a little, and he licked his lips, his mouth watering with desire.

"Ohhhh." Molly said, letting the word drag out as she went up on her knees a little. She took a second to just enjoy the way he went a touch cross-eyed trying to watch her move. Moving slowly, she pressed her nipple against his lips, brushing it there and gasping at the sensation. It was bold for her, but she was starting to find it easy to be bold with Will, to push forward and take and be greedy. He loved it as much as she did and that was a powerful feeling.

She hummed thoughtfully, eyes falling shut as he mouthed over her sensitive skin, nails scratching at the back of his skull. "I could use it as a part of sex, yes." She breathed. "Maybe...let you into my head, show you how it feels when you - ah - when you do that." She groaned as his stubble scratched the delicate skin, making everything so much more sensitive.

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