[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's breath got caught in her throat when she felt Raven's hand travel ever so slightly under her black t-shirt. A shiver ran through her, and she tried not to freak out even though she was feeling so many things in that one moment.
[color=7bcdc8]“Of course not. This can be our little secret until you’re ready,"[/color] Raven assured, and even though Molly couldn't just blindly trust this girl she didn't know well, she decided to believe her and take comfort in her words. Molly saw a thousand reasons for Raven to do this with her: to expose her to the people at the beach house, to use her for her own needs... But really, what Molly had seen so far about Raven all seemed to fight against that. She didn't have the heart to believe the girl could mean her any harm... and even if she did, Molly would've already fallen into the trap like a fly to a spider's web.
Still, Molly found herself trusting the silver haired girl before her. She had been all but patient with Molly all night, uttering words of comfort to the blonde whenever she was having doubts. A small smile tugged at Molly's lips despite herself. Yeah, this was exactly where she wanted to be right now.
Raven ushered Molly not to worry about that for the time being, hand running through Molly's curly hair. Molly could feel the faint scratch of Raven's nails against her scalp as she did so, shivering at the pleasant feeling. The blonde closed her eyes as Raven tucked the same piece of hair that had kept falling from behind Molly's ear back where it belonged. In return, Molly reached for Raven's hand on her cheek and pulled her palm to her lips, kissing it softly. Something about that gesture felt infinitely more intimate than their kissing, Molly realised, feeling odd about it. Speaking of which, she really wanted to kiss Raven again.
Molly opened her eyes to meet Raven's, a tender smile taking over before her lips parted and she leaned in to kiss the girl in question once... twice... three times. If the earlier kiss had been needy, this was slow and paced. Molly pulled back to let out a content sigh, surprised to find her breath wavering a bit. She didn't know what she was more drunk off of: the alcohol or this feeling coursing through her veins. She never wanted to stop feeling like this, nervous and bold at the same time, excited and so full of something Molly didn't dare to name.
Molly had grown a bit more comfortable in being so close to the other girl now, no doubt thanks to the alcohol setting in. Still, Molly was so caught up in the moment she simply forgot to worry. That could happen more often, if you asked Molly. She'd appreciate it for sure.
[color=adff9f]"So..."[/color] Molly's words ghosted close to Raven's lips, breath warm on her skin. [color=adff9f]"I believe we had a game going on, left on your turn,"[/color] she reminded, way beyond what was considered Raven's (or anyone's, for that matter) personal space. Molly's hand had found Raven's body again, but this time instead of putting her hand on the girl's thigh, she had awkwardly placed it at her waist. Molly might've been drunk, but not so drunk she was bold enough to get back at the thigh yet.