Seeing in the New Year! (For Will)

[thewinterlady]

If she was honest, she probably could have stayed at the party a little longer, but she realised early in the evening that she didn't really want to be there. She had fun and she was glad to have seen Thea, but her heart wasn't in it. Her heart was back at Bramford with Will and now she was itching to get back there, back to him, to see in the new year with the person she wanted to spend the next one with.

She looked at her watch again as she reached their building and dashed up the stairs, tapping in the code to open the front door and then heading straight to Will's apartment. She straightened her hair and knocked, bouncing from foot to foot, with the cold and with the determination to get her lips on his before midnight.

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[wgraham]

Will nodded, and he couldn't have wanted anything more than to lay down with Molly now, hold her in his arms, be close to her, and wake up beside her in the morning. They'd only been doing this for a few weeks, but seeing Molly's face first thing in the morning had already become Will's favorite thing in the world.

Hands on Molly's hips, he eased her back, both of them sighing as Will's softened cock slipped the rest of the way out of Molly's body. Carefully, he helped Molly to stand, allowing her to pull him up as well, and once they were both on their feet, Will shifted to wrap one arm around Molly's back, ducking so he could catch her beneath her knees and lift her into his arms, carrying her bridal style toward the bedroom.

He'd never carried her this way before, hadn't been sure he'd be able to with the similarity of their heights, but her body fit against him easily, her arms going around his neck. Crossing into the bedroom, he took Molly to the bed and sat her on the mattress, leaning down to press a warm kiss to her mouth.

"Do you need anything?" he asked her, reaching to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear.

[thewinterlady]

Molly laughed when he picked her up. Will always surprised her with how strong he was and she loved how it made her feel small and safe with him, something she rarely felt otherwise. He set her on the bed and kissed her and if she was honest, Molly was rapidly approaching sleep when he asked her is she needed anything.

"Water?" She asked, softly, hands on his shoulders. She didn't want to let him go but her limbs were getting heavy so she stroked his cheek and then let him stand. "And then I need you in here with me." She said, yawning a little, hand covering her mouth as she shuffled up to the top of the bed, shoving down the covers and sliding into them.

[wgraham]

Will could see how insistently sleep was tugging on Molly, and he pressed a kiss to her temple, brushing his hand against her cheek in kind as he stood. "I'll be right back," he told her softly, going to the kitchen for a cool glass of water. Bringing it back to the bedroom, he handed it to Molly, then slipped into bed beside her as she drank, nearly draining the glass. The magic had taken even more out of her than Will had realized, and he made a note to be sure to have water on hand if they did this again.

She handed the water to him with a couple of swallows left and Will finished it off, setting the empty glass on the side table and snapping off the light. They moved silently together as they laid down, falling into place easily and without and fidgeting, already used to laying in each other's arms. Will held Molly against his side, her head on his shoulder, and kissed her forehead softly.

"Thank you for tonight," he whispered, his lips against her skin. "Get some rest now, sweetheart."

[thewinterlady]

The endearment made Molly smile even as her eyes were already drifting closed.

"Thank you." She murmured, kissing his chest, hands splayed out over his ribs, fingers comfortably slotted between the grooves of them. Her mind drifted over their connection and she didn't have the energy to keep her tiredness out of it. Will could use the extra rest as well as she could. "Sleep well, Will."

[wgraham]

Will nodded, feeling the warm wave of Molly's exhaustion wash over him, feeling the pull of sleep tugging him down immediately. He remained aware of where they touched, of the feeling of Molly's breath against his skin, until his body finally gave in and sleep closed in over them both.