He parents were probably going to kill her, but come on, how often do you get to see a Raith in jail? Without it being a sex porn movie set ... or turning into one, which she really wasn't sure if she was hoping for that or dreading it as she went to visit.
Molly would walk up to Thomas' cell to see him deep in meditation. He could easily escape, seduce a guard, or simple break the bars and make a run for it, but that would cause too many questions and Harry would kill him. No, Karrin would kill him, Harry would just make snide remarks and give him that look. He was in a mortal jail so he had to act mortal.
"Huh. I don't know whether to be disappointed or impressed that you don't have an orgy going on in there." Molly's voice was amused but she was also not all the way up to the bars. Sure, proximity had nothing to do with his powers, but that was beside the point.
"Like I would pass up this opportunity. If I could have a cell phone that wouldn't die on me, this picture would be all over Facebook. Just saying." Molly grinned at him and curled her fingers into the palm of her hand to stop herself from reaching for him. She made a mental note to come up with a potion or whatever that would be a barrier to that White Vamp mojo.
Harry's reaction was always the best cold shower as well as memories of that time on the island but damn it was always hard (no pun intended) to ignore even with that.
Thomas' eyes took in the young woman before him, taking in every piercing, every visible, provocative tattoo. He licked his lips hungrily. Guess the meditation didn't work as well as he wanted it to.
"Any video of me would go viral in an instant." He gave a devilish grin. "Especially if your in it with me."
Molly's gaze instantly went his lips with that movement and curled her fingers tight into the palm of her hand. It was always hard (no pun intended) not to jump on Thomas and with that imagery in her brain now, it was really hard not to take that step forward that closed the distance between them.
"Tempting." She'd meant for that word to come out light but there was a husky timber to it and Molly cleared her throat and tried again. "You know, I'd thought about posing for Playboy once, when I was in my rebel phase."
Which seeing how she looked and her personality, one could argue she still was in it. "But I pictured the many ways my parents could kill me."
"When you were?" Thomas chuckeled. "Molls, you never stopped being one." He took a step closer to the bars as he undressed her with his eyes, which were getting paler by the moment. "Girl, your body should be shared with the world. It is a perfect specimen of the woman form."
Molly had to bite down hard on a moan that threatened to escape and she could feel her nipples begin to pucker. Which wasn't an usual occurrence around Thomas. Images were also flooding her mind and unconsciously she took a step forward.
"You can thank my parents for the genes." It came out in a husky timbered tone. "But thanks since you're pretty much the expert on perfect." A beat "um forms."
He's practically purring now, his breathing becoming more labored as he feels her arousal to him. "I thank Michael and Charity every time I see you, my dear."
She's close enough for him to reach through the bars and touch and he does, brushing the tips of his fingers over her perky nipples. "Come join me, Molly. You know you want to."
A shiver runs down her spine at his touch and what little control she had was shattered with it. This was different, this wasn't like on the island when she'd been trying to survive. What could go wrong?
The nipple bars are outlined sharp against her top. Molly belated thinks that she should probably have worn a bra but at the moment in the thrall of Thomas, she's pretty damn glad she didn't.
Molly takes the step forward, no distance between them at all. "Right now, it's taking everything I have not to rip your clothes off or mine and become a cliche prison porn movie."
His hands were on her now, roaming her curves and a thumb slowly swiping over her luscious lips. "There is nothing wrong with that. You should never suppress your basic urges. It only causes indigestion later."
He brought the thumb to his own mouth and licked it, tasting her and wanting her more. "I can not believe that Molly Carpenter is afraid of a little public display. You could always veil us."
Thomas could easily get the cell door open and pull her in, but he needed her to want it, he wasn't just going to take her. This was Molly.
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"Kidnapping, huh? Should I ask?"
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"Hey, wild thing. Didn't expect to see you here."
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Harry's reaction was always the best cold shower as well as memories of that time on the island but damn it was always hard (no pun intended) to ignore even with that.
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"Any video of me would go viral in an instant." He gave a devilish grin. "Especially if your in it with me."
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"Tempting." She'd meant for that word to come out light but there was a husky timber to it and Molly cleared her throat and tried again. "You know, I'd thought about posing for Playboy once, when I was in my rebel phase."
Which seeing how she looked and her personality, one could argue she still was in it. "But I pictured the many ways my parents could kill me."
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"You can thank my parents for the genes." It came out in a husky timbered tone. "But thanks since you're pretty much the expert on perfect." A beat "um forms."
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She's close enough for him to reach through the bars and touch and he does, brushing the tips of his fingers over her perky nipples. "Come join me, Molly. You know you want to."
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The nipple bars are outlined sharp against her top. Molly belated thinks that she should probably have worn a bra but at the moment in the thrall of Thomas, she's pretty damn glad she didn't.
Molly takes the step forward, no distance between them at all. "Right now, it's taking everything I have not to rip your clothes off or mine and become a cliche prison porn movie."
And now that image was seared into her brain.
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He brought the thumb to his own mouth and licked it, tasting her and wanting her more. "I can not believe that Molly Carpenter is afraid of a little public display. You could always veil us."
Thomas could easily get the cell door open and pull her in, but he needed her to want it, he wasn't just going to take her. This was Molly.
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