[center][h1][color=7bcdc8]Raven Carter[/color][/h1]
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[color=7bcdc8]Location: The docks, not far from the beach party.
Interacting With: Molly.[/color][@Cio][/center][hr]

Raven blinked suddenly as she felt Molly’s lips against her own, not surprised, but she wasn’t exactly expecting it either. Before she could respond, Molly had pulled away again, her face an adorable shade of bright red. Raven simply continued to smile at her, giving her a reassuring look that she hoped would help to calm the girl’s nerves. It was incredibly difficult to stop herself from jumping her on the spot, but she was determined to let things go at Molly’s speed, the last thing that she wanted was to make her uncomfortable. 

It wasn’t long before it became apparent that her reassuring smile must have worked. She felt Molly’s fingers entwine into her hair, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss that nearly knocked all the air out of her. That feeling… The feeling of passion and desperate hunger that was so potent in the kiss was just as intoxicating as the alcohol in Raven’s system, feeling almost twice as drunk now. She happily pressed closer to the other girl, returning the kiss just as fervently. She’d been waiting for the moment all night, and was everything she hoped it would be. Her free hand trailed up Molly’s arm slowly before cupping her cheek, caressing slowly as they locked lips. Her other hand had moved the hand it was holding to her own thigh, before letting go and moving to Molly’s waist, her fingers lightly tracing the bare skin there. 

As their lips parted, Raven took a deep gasp of air, opening her eyes and staring back into Molly’s with a goofy, intoxicated smile. [color=7bcdc8]“So the rumours were true…”[/color] She mumbled breathlessly, panting ever so slightly. [color=7bcdc8]“Molly Hartell is a bloody good kisser…”[/color] She continued with a slight snicker, leaning her face forward a little, pressing their noses together softly in an affectionate nuzzle, their lips barely an inch away from each other. She wanted to dive back in, and get lost in the moment, but she was still sticking to her plan of letting Molly have the lead. Her willpower was getting lower and lower by the moment, though.