[center][hr][color=#adff9f][h1]𝑴𝓸𝓡𝓡𝔂 𝑯π“ͺ𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓡𝓡[/h1] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/4ee86a93154543951cc65e1140503afb/tumblr_pddtp31wVE1xd5t7vo2_540.gif[/img] Location: The beach party Interacting With: Ravennnn <3 [@Zaxter996] Text colour: #adff9f[/color][/center] [hr] Molly felt a warm hand return on her knee and a finger curl under her chin, pulling her face up. Molly's unsure eyes met with Raven's soft, gentle ones. There was something incredibly caring about the way the bleach blonde gazed at Molly, something which Molly didn't think she was quite worthy of. Still, she could spend hours just looking at another girl's eyes like this, listening, taking it all in. [color=7bcdc8]"Molly..."[/color] Raven began with a voice that was softer than she had anticipated. Maybe it was all in her head, after all. It always was. Her ex... well, he had called her crazy and delusional multiple times. He'd never quite understood how such words had hurt Molly. [color=7bcdc8] β€œRelax. Really. I told you that you didn’t have to, didn’t I?”[/color] Molly pursed her lips together in silent embarrassment, nodding gently at the words. Raven was right, she had said so. It was just Molly who made it into a bigger deal than it was. It just... it wasn't that she wasn't curious to try it out -- she just didn't think she was quite ready for it. Yet. And depite it being dubbed 'the party drug', Molly did feel a bit apprehensive to try it out around people who. She was afraid of letting herself go around so many judgy faces. [color=7bcdc8]β€œI’m all yours tonight, and whatever we do, we do together, alright?”[/color] Raven continued then, making Molly's breath catch in her throat: a subtle, almost invisible action. The girl's hand moved to stroke Molly's cheek. It was soft, everything felt simply soft at the moment. Without meaning to, Molly's eyes fell to Raven's lips. She didn't mean to, honestly. They just happened to be so close, and Raven's voice and touch were so soft and comforting, and... Molly's eyes snapped back up to look at Raven, who had no doubt noticed her wandering eye. Blushing and feeling the urge to back away, Molly continued listening to the other girl talk in a hushed, calming voice. It was honestly surreal. It was like she was not herself, yet she felt more like herself than ever before. With her past boyfriends, she'd always been the one in charge, more or less, the top, is she willed. But now... she just didn't feel like she was in control in the slightest, reduced to a stammering, sheepish mess, and Molly found she didn't mind all that much. Sure, she'd like to have her confidence back, but it felt refreshing to just let go. This meant infinitely more than those boys had ever meant to her, anyway. Excluding Sam, of course, but he had been her best friend, first and foremost. Molly realised she must've spaced out at some point; too occupied by self-reflections and the warm touch of Raven's hand on her cheek and the other on her knee. Still, she could recall all Raven had said, nodding silently, eyes almost transfixed to Raven's. [color=#adff9f]"Yes,"[/color] Molly answered with an oddly level voice, her eyes examining Raven's face curiously. Then her eyes did it again, those double-dealing, traitorous things: Molly's lashes fluttered as her gaze once again dropped to Raven's mouth. The girl was saying something, joking about something to lighten up the mood, but Molly could only hear her blood roaring in her ears. She noticed a piercing on Raven's tongue by accident, curiosity sparking in her all over again. Those lips looked so soft, too; she could just... lean in a little closer and... "Oooooo, action's boutta happen~~" Startled by the stranger's voice, Molly jerked backwards. Quickly backing away from Raven to get some air between them, Molly's head snapped to look at the man who had somehow gotten oddly close to their location without either of them noticing. He was about their age, but even tipsy Molly could tell this wasn't anyone from their school. Mortified, the strawberry blonde scooted her legs closer to her body, as if she was shielding herself. [i]'Sod off'[/i] was the first thing that Molly could think of saying, but she was so caught off guard, so vulnerable, that all of her usual spunk attitude left her. The dude was clearly rather drunk, too. He had a bottle of vodka dangling from his hand, and he was swaying like a boat in a storm. Molly closed off in on herself, fixing her hair with a hand and looking down. This is exactly what she'd been afraid of. And of course, it had to happen right when she was getting comfortable.