(Huh. Either this one is newer, more accurately fitted for her, or the shirts and bras she wears when he usually sees her have really thrown off his assumptions. The lace suits her, and there's something weirdly endearing about the fact that it's pink--that's a very Molly thing to do, he thinks, and that's exactly why he likes it.)

She makes quick work of his remaining buttons, slides her hands over his bare skin, and he nearly shivers. The few times other people have explored him in any way, as an adult, it's either been with piercing glances or with words and tools meant to leave scars. It's beyond new to be the one under the spotlight, being examined as thoroughly as a fascinating piece of evidence. It's dangerous and thrilling.

She turns dark, searching eyes up at him, and he has to kiss her again, breathing a quiet moan into her mouth.