Rough Diamond

Molly held her hand back to him, awkwardly asking for a towel. "Please," she muttered. "They aren't even men now. Kicked them so hard they sang opera." She gave him a cheeky smile. "Towel now. And tomorrow, I need to get some new clothes. Can't go around walking naked or in a towel forever."
 
I handed her the towel 'OK - but if you wanted to walk round naked or just in a towel - I don't mind' I smiled 'you finished there cos I don't want to waste the hot water...'
 
As she stood up, she wrapped the towel around herself, her hair framing her face. "I'm done," she said, "It's your turn. I'm gonna borrow a shirt." Molly walked by him, then patted his arm. "If you gave me another bruise, I'm gonna spread the word that you're impotent." Whether or not she'd do it if she had another bruise... was left up for question.
 
'if you're bruised by me - you can do that, but as for proving it ...' I smiled 'do you have to leave?' and held out my hand to her
 
Molly stuck out her tongue. "Why should I stay?" she asked tilting her head. "I would like to get into comfy clothes and you need to take a bath, yourself." She smiled brightly, somewhat worried if she was missing something.
 
'stay and keep me company, or you could leave. But Molly tell me something, what do you feel?'
 
"Feel?" Molly tilted her head, thinking. "I... don't know. Back home I was known as heartless. Guess I really took it to heart." Oh, she knew how she felt, but it was embarrassing to say so. She couldn't look him in the eyes.
 
Molly looked down. "Can't say," she said. The last time she did, that person died. She hid her face in his chest. "Don't know how."
 
I pulled her close 'its OK Molly.' I kissed the top of her head 'I promise not to let anybody hurt you, you and me against the world?' lifting her chin I asked 'may I?'
 
Molly relaxed against his body. "Oh, no one can hurt me," she smiled. "I don't wanna go against the world. Too much work." She had been talking to his chest, and when he raised her chin, she looked into his eyes. "I guess..."
 
I lean in and kiss her - my tongue pressing gently at her lips. I pull her to me my hands at her back - not wanting to let go
 
Molly at first struggled, but slowly melted into his arms, opening her mouth slightly. She was still unsure but, really, it wasn't as though he would die. Would he? Troubling thoughts brewed in her mind. She knew that Will could still be alive or dead... but if he was alive, what if he escaped the natives?
 
I pressed my tongue to her mouth and kissed her - kissed her with passion and need, my hands strayed to hers - placing her hands on my chest, as I gently slipped the towel from around her body.
 
Molly closed her eyes, lost in the kiss. She felt her hands move but, had no idea her towel fell. Bruises from the fight could be seen, especially around her wrists and thighs. It wasn't until she felt a little cold that she broke the kiss and looked down. Her body seemed to turn red as she tried to cover herself.
 
I reached for her hands and knelt before her, tenderly I kisses each bruise, each scar, starting at the wrists and moving over her body.
 
Molly pushed him away. "Don't," she begged, shaking her head. "No. Give me the towel and I'll get dressed." Too much, too soon. This was the second guy she'd ever kissed, well, kissed and meant it. She didn't feel ready to do anything else.
 
I sat back head down and held the towel to Molly 'I'm sorry'

I looked up at her and gave a smile, 'I'll bathe quickly' I promised
 
Molly blushed and nodded, quickly leaving the room, her body till hot where he touched her. She looked around the small room and quickly went to a bag. Luckily, she found a shirt, even if it was mansized. In her bag, was what looked to be shorts. She had obviously gut them off. At the time, she was practicing with the natives on how to climb trees. Dropping the towel, she quickly put them on. She sighed. The shirt wouldn't stip slidding off her shoulders.
 
I bathed quickly and returned to the room in only a towel, 'you get the bed Molly - I insist.' I walked to the couch, finding it hard not to look at her, that shirt was revealing as much as it covered. I sat and made sure our guns were fine, then locked the doors and propped chairs behind them 'safe' I winked and lay on the couch
 
Molly nodded and sat on the bed, now feeling the ache of the bruises. She sat up, her legs bent. the sleeves engulfed her hands and she wanted, rubbing her drying hair. She looked as though she was little kid who just woke up. Her body wouldn't let her sleep. She just watched Cole. "I'm sorry. I should get the couch, you're still hurt."
 
'we both are Molly. Sleep, it's been a long day. If you want me... Well...'

I lay flat listening to the room
 
Molly bit the inside of her cheek. "I... I want you to sleep on the bed," said softly. "I'll take the couch. I only have bruises."
 
'you're not going on the couch Molly. I'm not having that.'

I sat up and looked at her 'OK?'
 
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