[center][hr][color=#adff9f][h1]𝑴𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝑯𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓵𝓵[/h1]

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Location: The beach party, docks
Interacting With: Raven [@Zaxter996]
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Molly felt Raven's hand squeeze her own, the soft warmth calming her raging nerves. To Molly's surprise, the girl answered that experience meant nothing. It was oddly reassuring to hear.
Molly noticed Raven inching closer, and her heart sped up. [i]Okay, so that's not bothering her,[/i] she concluded, feeling more comfortable in pressing their thighs subtly together. It was nice, being so close. The butterflies in Molly's stomach only got more lively. She hoped her hand wasn't sweating or anything.
Molly barked a laughter when Raven answered to her question. Yes, she could sign that statement herself as well. Her fashion sense at 14 had been so bad, she'd probably repressed that time of her life from sheer embarrassment. However, Molly's laughter died off slowly as Raven answered the question in a more serious way. Their eyes bore to each other. It was the most intense thing Molly had felt all evening, and she'd been feeling a [i]lot[/i] of intense emotions that night. Molly listened to Raven talk, all the while the girl's intense gaze drilled into her, making the butterflies in Molly's stomach fly around and the heart in her chest want to beat out of its cage made out of ribs. She wasn't even hearing Raven's words as much as she was feeling them vibrate through her body, low and husky, rousing something inside of Molly.

Molly's blood roared in her ears, a white noise that she'd experienced earlier that evening, too. She was transfixed to the girl talking about her decisions and how they led her where she was meant to be right now. It was poetic, hypnotic and resonated deep within Molly.
[color=7bcdc8]"And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else..."[/color]
Before Molly noticed what she was doing, her lips were touching Raven's: a shy, tentative, butterfly of a kiss she'd initiated herself. She must've been leaning gradually closer to Raven without noticing, and then she had just acted, just...
The kiss was very brief, because Molly pulled almost instantly away, clearly disoriented and confused at her own actions, like her own body had betrayed her. Which it had. A furious blush took over her face, which was still hovering relatively close to Raven's. Meeting the shorter girl's eyes, Molly gave Raven a look of uncertainity and awe, eyes communicating the torn emotions Molly felt inside. She must've found whatever she was looking for in Raven's eyes, though, because suddenly her hand which had been shying closer to Raven's shoulder was in the girl's hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her into a passionate, near desparate kiss. Hungry, emotional, all of it poured into the firm press of soft lips, Molly felt as if she was going to burst if she didn't get physically closer to Raven.
She felt so full, so blissful. It felt like fireworks and magic. There was nothing physically different about it than the kisses she'd had with boys, yet it had all the difference. In how Molly felt inside, that is. She felt alive, free, and just for that moment... She didn't even think about the repercussions. She simply forgot about all her worries and restrictions for the moment, and that was the greatest gift of them all.
Finally, Molly pulled away for breath. Her face was flushed and hair a mess. The longer she spent apart from Raven, the more somber she became. Regret and doubt were already starting to set in; what had she done?! It had been amazing, but... But there was such a conflict inside Molly, her feelings and mind battling for dominance. It was infuriating, and she didn't know how to act. What was she supposed to do now?