That he draws back is probably a good thing, Molly tells herself. One of them was going to have to, sooner or later, and she thinks it's better that it's him, and better that it's now, before they wind up getting ahead of themselves, mostly because his question is a good one. She's been wondering the same thing herself. It's been fucking ages since she did even this much; she can't remember who last touched her like that. With her heart pounding in her chest, its rhythm too quick, the chance to at least catch her breath ought to do her some good.
She smiles, though, close against his mouth, as easy as ever. "I'm pretty sure they call it kissing," she says, and leans in to do so again, brief this time, for good measure.
It's entirely a front. The truth of the matter is, all teasing aside, she has no fucking idea what they're doing, and she doesn't want him to know how terrified that leaves her. Not of Lee, or what they might do, but that she might not be able to. Just the fact that, whatever it is they're doing, he doesn't seem to object to it, is a relief, and it shouldn't have to be. Once, there was nothing she was so confident in as her own sexuality. She didn't have to wonder if guys would want her, she could tell when they did, and God knows she could deliver well. Now, even if she did get that far, she doesn't know that the last would be true, and that's a pretty goddamn big if considering how it went the last time. Maybe the logical thing to do would be to just tell him that she doesn't know if she can sleep with him, as much as she might like to, but that's too difficult in its own right. Better to hide behind a coy smile, to act like there's nothing wrong, and deal with everything else only when she has to.
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Date: 2014-10-06 04:08 am (UTC)She smiles, though, close against his mouth, as easy as ever. "I'm pretty sure they call it kissing," she says, and leans in to do so again, brief this time, for good measure.
It's entirely a front. The truth of the matter is, all teasing aside, she has no fucking idea what they're doing, and she doesn't want him to know how terrified that leaves her. Not of Lee, or what they might do, but that she might not be able to. Just the fact that, whatever it is they're doing, he doesn't seem to object to it, is a relief, and it shouldn't have to be. Once, there was nothing she was so confident in as her own sexuality. She didn't have to wonder if guys would want her, she could tell when they did, and God knows she could deliver well. Now, even if she did get that far, she doesn't know that the last would be true, and that's a pretty goddamn big if considering how it went the last time. Maybe the logical thing to do would be to just tell him that she doesn't know if she can sleep with him, as much as she might like to, but that's too difficult in its own right. Better to hide behind a coy smile, to act like there's nothing wrong, and deal with everything else only when she has to.