AN: I know I've been on a bit of a hiatus, but I have an excuse. My old computer crashed and I've had to do without writing for a month, which was hell on earth, but miracle of miracles; I have a new computer! Yay!
Anyhow, this is something I've had in my head for a while now and writing it I can't help but notice how many of my Lestrolly fics basically consist of the two of them having sex...not that I've had any complaints.
Enjoy!
"Tom?" she calls from the door. "I'm going out with the girls. I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay," he calls from the sofa, watching the game with a beer in hand. "Have fun!"
"Thanks. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Molly sighs as she adjusts her jacket and heads out the door. When she was younger and pictured her future with someone she never expected a declaration of love to seem so empty. She always thought she'd be happy just to know that someone loved her, but if she were happy she'd be cuddling up with her fiancé and enjoying the game with a glass of wine. Instead she's walking down the street, taking out her phone and dialling someone else's number.
Greg answers after the first ring as if he's been waiting all night for her.
"Hello?"
"Hi," she says. "It's me."
"I know. You okay?"
"Not really. I could use a little sympathy right now. D'you mind if I drop by?"
"Not at all," he says and she can practically hear the cheeky smile in his voice. It's a smile that makes her weak in the knees whenever she sees him. "Take a cab. I'll open up a bottle."
She smiles weakly, hangs up her phone and calls for a taxi.
On the way she feels like she's leaving a part of herself behind and is no longer the mousy pathologist with a fiancé waiting for her at home. For the night, just like all those other nights, she's an independent woman seeing the man that she's been sleeping with for the past three years.