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

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.

Will's cock ached when Molly's heat shifted away, but he could hardly complain about the way she put her breast in reach of his mouth, and he licked out against her nipple as soon as she brushed it against his lips. Circling the nub with the tip of his tongue, he pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently but firmly, loving the way it made Molly moan and arch toward him. He worried it between his teeth and groaned at the way Molly's fingernails bit at his scalp, pushing her chest toward him.

He kissed wetly over the swell of her breast, down into the furrow between them, then over the rise of the other, sucking at the flesh just enough to leave a trail of faint bruises as he moved to her other nipple. "Would you be able to feel how good it is for me too?" he asked, flicking his tongue against the peak of her nipple. "How hard it makes me to hear you moan?" His hands were firm on her back, holding her against him, feeling her warm skin and the tense, strong muscles moving beneath.

"Yes." Molly moaned and she could have been answering his question or responding to what he was doing, she wasn't really sure. She was lost to the sensation of him dragging his mouth over her, air chill where he left wet bruises on her skin. She moved with him as he changed sides, chasing the warmth of his tongue and groaning.

She dropped a hand between them, between her legs and down over the hardness in his soft pants. She licked her lips and let her fingers drift up and under the elastic, into his underwear to grip him loosely, a promise of more in the way she stroked him slowly.

The sharp edge of his teeth helped her think again and she repeated herself. "Yes. I could feel what you feel, if you let me into your mind willingly." She wouldn't do it any other way. But the idea of being in his head while they did this, while they were together, made her ache, underwear growing hot and wet with the thought.

Will moaned thickly as Molly took him in hand, his face pressed between her breasts, one hand sliding low on her back, fingers dipping into the waist of her pants, following her spine downward. He kissed wetly at Molly's sternum, his hips shifting against Molly's touch, arching into the loose circle of her fingers.

"I will," he groaned softly, his free hand moving to Molly's waist and opening the button on her pants. "I want you in my mind," he clarified, slipping his other hand out of the back of Molly's jeans, reaching around her arm between them so he could draw down her zipper. It didn't expose much more new skin, but Will brushed his thumb against the soft vee between the parted halves of the closure.

Sighing hotly at the way Molly continued to stroke him, Will raised his eyes to her face, pushing his thumb down past the waistband at the front of Molly's panties, slipping the tip down far enough to touch the beginning of the hot dampness of her. He licked his lips.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked, his voice rough with desire, his cock impossibly hard in Molly's teasing, encouraging grip. "Or do you want to take me right here?"

"I..." Molly drew out the word, sitting back on his lap, mourning the loss of his mouth on her skin but wanting what she had in mind more than enough to make the sacrifice. She kissed him slowly, drawing his hands away from her body and then shuffled back off the couch. He'd already loosened her pants and she finished the job, kicking them aside before she knelt pushing his legs apart gently to fit between them.

"I want to do this." She said, eyes fixed on his as she pushed her hands up his thighs, checking for any objections. She saw none so she smiled and let her eyes fall to the waistband of his pants, hooking her fingers into them and his underwear, tugging them down his hips. "Up." She said and Will obeyed, lifting his hips so she could take the clothes off completely. Molly set them to the side and looked at him spread out, breathing fast and looking amazing. If she hadn't been sure about this before, she was now. Leaning up over him, she laid a kiss on his chest, mouthing down towards his stomach, stopping to flick her tongue over his nipple a few times to see how sensitive it was before she moved again.

She followed the trail of hair down his navel, moving to avoid his hard, twitching cock so that she could get her mouth on the soft skin of his hip, making soft, appreciative noises at the taste and smell of him. It was intense and hot and it made her mouth water and suddenly she was desperate to actually taste him, to properly taste him on the back of her tongue.

Moving slowly, she wrapped her hand around his cock and ducked her head to give the head a soft lick. And then another, a hungry noise surprising her as it left her throat. Maybe with anyone else she would have been nervous or at least hesitant, but with Will, it was easy to just open her lips and lay gentle kisses over the head, down the length of him and licking her way back up. She flicked her eyes up to his and then wrapped her lips around him and tried a gentle suck.

Will had no idea what Molly was thinking as she sat back, but he could feel a thread of nervousness running through their connection. When she got up from the couch he wasn't worried she was going to leave him there, and he watched with hungry eyes as she shed her pants. He licked his lips and he wondered if she was going to sit on him again, like she had the first time, but then she went smoothly down to her knees and his mouth went dry with desire.

He watched her as she touched his thighs carefully, but she wasn't trembling and her voice was sure; the trepidation wasn't for her sake but for his own, and he looked at her, hoping the darkness in his eyes showed her what she'd hoped to see, that he wanted her to do this. He moved as she pulled his pants off, and he cupped the back of her head softly as she kissed a hot, wet path down his chest, his fingers catching in her hair as she laved his nipple. He moaned at the sharp burst of pleasure the touch caused, his chest rolling into her attention, whimpering with loss as she moved away.

His body clenched each time she moved, his toes curling into the carpet as she bypassed his cock and kissed his hip, her hair a maddening tickle on his inner thighs. Wisps of it brushed the shaft of his erection and his testicles, making him gasp and the skin there go tight, pre-come beading on the head of his dick.

He held his breath as Molly wrapped her long, delicate fingers around the girth of him, holding him steady as she licked him the first time. Pleasure shot through him and he sucked oxygen through his nose, nostrils flaring. Her mouth moved over him, leaving wet kisses over the expanse of him, and he trembled as he held himself still for her, the muscles in his thighs tight. She met his eyes as she took the head of him in her mouth and he groaned deeply as she sucked, as he saw her lips wrapped around him, her beautiful eyes locked on his own.

"Oh god, Molly," he keened softly, threading his fingers into her hair, holding her softly. He knew he had to be careful, this was her first time doing this, but she looked so good and her mouth was warm and wet. It took supreme concentration to not push up, to feel more of her, to let her set the pace. "You have no idea how amazing you look, doing that," he told her, his voice shaking and husky.

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