Well...it's for a sweet person. Heh. [Her heart's beating just a teeny bit faster since he put his hand on her cheek. His hand's a rougher texture than hers, but it feels oddly good against her cheek. She smiles and puts her own hand on top of his. She can't completely see him in the poorly-lit closet, but she feels like this an important moment. One that maybe she shouldn't let go of quite yet.]
Greg? Did you...mean what you said earlier? About me being pretty?
[Greg's half-expecting her to push his hand away so when she places her hand over his, a thrill runs through him. Her hand is warm and soft, and feels good there. There's a part him that wants to be bold for once and lean over to kiss her. However, he's too nervous and too much of a gentleman to do so.
When she asks her question, he nods before realizing she can't see him so he clears his throat before speaking.]
Always? [Her voice is a surprised whisper, her stomach doing a tiny flip. At first she thought his slowness to answer was a hint that he hadn't meant it. But apparently he had. And had always thought so.
Something about that flattered Molly in a way she didn't anticipate. It meant that he had thought about her, an idea she wasn't terribly bothered by.] And....what else have you thought about?
[She took this moment to lean in closer to him, and before she could think over the idea, she placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, bordering on the corner of his lips.]
Always. [He's a bit uneasy about answering that since he just isn't sure if she wants attention from him or not. It's not hard to see the way she looked at Sherlock, and Greg knows he could never compare to the super sleuth. He's rather a not ordinary in comparison.
Her next question causes him to flush and he ducks his head in embarrassment. He's a man, after all, and not all of his thoughts are pure. And he knows better than to mention them.]
I've thought about asking for a date but...
[Before he can finish his sentence, he feels her soft lips on his cheek. A grin places over his lips and he finds himself shuffling closer.] You've very soft lips, Molly.
[She worries that maybe she's prying too much, and that she ought not to get her hopes up. Maybe he simply thought she was pretty and that was it. They were colleagues, after all, and certainly they socialized here and there during cases, but had he ever shown any interest in her?
But that admission about a date makes her stomach flip and she smiles back, nervously, as she makes a (for her, at least) bold suggestion.] M-Maybe you should...collect more evidence before you make conclusions...Greg.
[He's never been good at this sort of thing. His wife had asked him out on a date since he couldn't pull himself together long enough to utter the words. Greg may like to think he has it all figured out when it comes to women and dating, but he really doesn't. It's as mysterious to him as some of the cases he works.
Her words cause him to tilt his head just a bit and he ponders them for a second.] Does that mean you want me to ask you out for a date?
Heh, yes. Among...other things. [She's definitely blushing now, and her heart's beating so heavily in her chest she's afraid he can hear it. This is one of those now or never moments, isn't it? Like you see in movies? Molly's always been more of a play-it-safe girl, but that hadn't done her much good so far, had it?]
Things like...this. [Throwing caution to the wind for once, she pressed her lips to his impulsively, her nose squishing against his a little in the darkness]
[Before he's able to get another word out, Molly's lips are against his. He freezes at first since it's been too long since anyone has wanted to actually kiss him. However, his brain finally kicks in and his arms snake around her tiny frame. He wants to pull her against him, but doesn't want to seem too forward.]
[The answer is yes, Greg, but you can iron out the details of that later. Right now, Molly's wrapped up in the sensation of kissing him, her hands moving to cup his face gently. Her stomach's doing tiny flips - this is really happening! - which definitely continue when she feels the warm embrace of his arms. She ventures a step or two closer to him, lips refusing to leave his]
[Her moving forward encourages him and his arms tighten around her. She feels good this close to him, and he really doesn't want this moment to end. All his shyness seems to melt away and he tilts his head to the side so he can attempt to deepen kiss. His tongue runs over her bottom lip as he slowly teases her mouth open.]
[It's mindblowing how comfortable his arms make her, like this has suddenly become the safest place in the world right now. She's not even thinking about the fact that they're still in a closet. Everything on her mind is Greg, all Greg. Greg's lips, Greg's arms, and now his tongue that's coaxing her mouth open, inviting her to play]
[There's a small part of him that is well-aware of where they are, but he doesn't care. Any frustration he felt as quickly melted away because of her. And as her mouth opens, he tests the waters, and gingerly touches his tongue to hers.]
[Her tongue is slow to respond, but definitely not unwilling. Kissing him is wonderful, almost surreal, and it's hard for her to believe this is happening until his tongue tingles against hers. She slowly slides her tongue against his in a massaging motion]
[Even though he tries, there's no stopping the moan that rumbles from his throat when her tongue touches his and causes a shiver to roll through his body. One of his hands starts to move up her back, and eventually tangles in her hair. He can start to feel his body's need for air so he reluctantly pulls away, yet stays close to her.] Wow.
bloody hell, I could've sworn I replied to this...alldosillythngsMarch 17 2012, 02:00:28 UTC
[She's absolutely surprised (and intrigued) by the pleasant sound he makes. Is that because of me? Her stomach does flips at the movement of his hand, her scalp almost tingling when his fingertips tangle in her hair. The way their tongues intertwine is sinfully good and she's a bit disappointed when they have to part for air. Despite the necessity.]
Yeah. That was....very wow. Heh. [She can't help the breathless little laugh that escapes her as she rests her hands on his chest, feeling him breathe with her in the darkness]
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Greg? Did you...mean what you said earlier? About me being pretty?
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When she asks her question, he nods before realizing she can't see him so he clears his throat before speaking.]
Yes. I've always thought so.
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Something about that flattered Molly in a way she didn't anticipate. It meant that he had thought about her, an idea she wasn't terribly bothered by.]
And....what else have you thought about?
[She took this moment to lean in closer to him, and before she could think over the idea, she placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, bordering on the corner of his lips.]
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Her next question causes him to flush and he ducks his head in embarrassment. He's a man, after all, and not all of his thoughts are pure. And he knows better than to mention them.]
I've thought about asking for a date but...
[Before he can finish his sentence, he feels her soft lips on his cheek. A grin places over his lips and he finds himself shuffling closer.] You've very soft lips, Molly.
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But that admission about a date makes her stomach flip and she smiles back, nervously, as she makes a (for her, at least) bold suggestion.] M-Maybe you should...collect more evidence before you make conclusions...Greg.
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Her words cause him to tilt his head just a bit and he ponders them for a second.] Does that mean you want me to ask you out for a date?
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Things like...this. [Throwing caution to the wind for once, she pressed her lips to his impulsively, her nose squishing against his a little in the darkness]
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[Before he's able to get another word out, Molly's lips are against his. He freezes at first since it's been too long since anyone has wanted to actually kiss him. However, his brain finally kicks in and his arms snake around her tiny frame. He wants to pull her against him, but doesn't want to seem too forward.]
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Yeah. That was....very wow. Heh. [She can't help the breathless little laugh that escapes her as she rests her hands on his chest, feeling him breathe with her in the darkness]
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