More often than not in her life, Molly hasn't been one to second-guess her decisions, at least when it comes to matters like this. She acts first and thinks later, unless it's something she's been trying to make happen in the first place, consequences be damned; not even getting into some pretty fucking serious trouble could break her of that habit entirely. With as long as it's been since she's so much as kissed anyone, though, and with the reasons why it has been, it's hard not to wonder what the hell's gotten into her, what could have compelled her to lean over and kiss Lee without any kind of prompting.
She'd thought it earlier, though, joking about keeping him from falling asleep on her couch. Not about this, not specifically, but that she feels like herself around him, the girl she was before she wound up half-dead in a hospital room. She just hadn't counted on it extending this far, because she hadn't been considering it as a possibility at all. No matter what questions she might still have, with that being the case, it feels pretty damn good, even if a part of her is aware that she ought to stop, remembering too well what happened the last time she tried to do more than kiss anyone. That Lee is kissing her back does a hell of a lot of good on that front, too.
Blindly, she reaches over to set her drink on the coffee table, her lips parting against his as she draws herself towards him, newly freed hand sliding into his hair. Whatever happens after this, as she's done before, she can worry about it later, when they get there. This feels too much like getting some of her own back, as it were, for her to want to ruin that now.
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Date: 2014-09-28 06:53 am (UTC)She'd thought it earlier, though, joking about keeping him from falling asleep on her couch. Not about this, not specifically, but that she feels like herself around him, the girl she was before she wound up half-dead in a hospital room. She just hadn't counted on it extending this far, because she hadn't been considering it as a possibility at all. No matter what questions she might still have, with that being the case, it feels pretty damn good, even if a part of her is aware that she ought to stop, remembering too well what happened the last time she tried to do more than kiss anyone. That Lee is kissing her back does a hell of a lot of good on that front, too.
Blindly, she reaches over to set her drink on the coffee table, her lips parting against his as she draws herself towards him, newly freed hand sliding into his hair. Whatever happens after this, as she's done before, she can worry about it later, when they get there. This feels too much like getting some of her own back, as it were, for her to want to ruin that now.