Chapter 7
Molly never thought she'd be this excited for a date, but then again it was just any date, it was a date with Jim.
"Can you please tell me where we are going now?" Molly pleaded, leaning against her seatbelt in the car Jim had hired to take them to their second 'surprise' date.
"Stop it, Molls, or I'll just take you home", he replied with a sly grin.
Molly slumped back in to her chair and crossed her arms like a stubborn child, smiling as she did so.
"Can't you just give me a clue?" She pushed him even further, almost flirting a little.
"No", Jim chuckled.
"But Jimmy!" Before Molly could finish off her sentence properly Jim had shuffled next to her in the back seats of the car and had his finger pressed to her lips.
"Molly Dearest... I'm not telling you, and we'll be there soon", he whispered ever so delicately.
She nodded and stared in to his dark eyes, searching them. He stared back, that evil smirk not leaving his face once.
The next few minutes were quiet as they arrived somewhere familiar. They both climbed out of the car, and Jim took Molly's hand.
"Jim, what are we doing here...? At Big Ben?" She muttered, gazing up at the tall clock tower.
"Do you not understand what a surprise is, Molls?"
"Clearly not", Molly mumbled. She kept quiet after that, and followed Jim in to the building and up God knows how many steps. When they reached the top Molly's knees ached, but Jim was still full of energy, then again she was the one in the heels.
Finally at the top Molly stood with Jim, her mouth open in the shape of an O as she took in the sight. She walked to the edge to see they were above the actual clock, and a thin glass window was what was between them and a ninety metre drop. Molly gasped at the sight, she could see most of central London from here.
"What do you think?"
"You were right about me being surprised."
"Good, you shouldn't underestimate me, Molls."
"Jim... How did you do all of this?"She mumbled, turning to face him. He just grinned proudly.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that... Red wine?" He changed the subject quickly, but she didn't care. She was still mind blown by the fact that their second date was dinner at the top of one of England's greatest and oldest landmarks.
"Yes please." Jim had sat down up against one of the windows, a large basket by his side and a bottle of wine in his hand. Molly joined him by sitting herself opposite him, but she preferred not to sit up against the glass, she'd seen what had happened to bodies when they fell from great heights.
He poured her a large glass and handed it to Molly; she took a long sip and smiled, enjoying the exotic taste in her mouth.
"Mmm, that's so good, this must have also cost a fortune", she said, hoping to get some proper answers from him.
"Maybe it did, but that's not your concern Molls... Would you like something to eat?" Jim pulled the basket closer to his side, and rummaged inside it, pulling out pretty little boxes of equally high priced food.
"Yes please", she replied politely, setting the wine glass down by knees. Jim then opened each box and arranged it between them both. While they ate they both admired the view together.
"I met your friend today."
"My /friend/? Which one", Jim asked, almost surprised.
"Sebastian", Molly hesitated, remembering the weird atmosphere he brought to those around him.
"Oh, that /friend/", he said, raising his well shaped eyebrows, "How was he?"
"He, uh, he seemed nice, said you are both rather close." Jim chuckled before taking a bite of a strawberry.
"I suppose we are... He didn't scare you, did he?"
"What? No! Why would you think that?"
"Well from that reaction for starters... Don't worry, he has that affect on people, but really he's quite /fascinating/ once you get to know him", that smirk was coming back as he spoke.
"Oh, well he was kind... But he said you told him everything about last night?"
"And?"
"And you told him about what happened at my door?"
"Something wrong with that, Molls? He won't tell anyone, plus I'm sure you've told someone!"
"Only Toby, but he's a cat. That's different... Your right, it's not a big deal, I was just surprised."
"Oh Molly... Molly-Bear... You are adorable!" Jim leant forward and planted a strawberry flavoured kiss on her powdered cheek. She blushed and stared down at his lips which lingered close by her face. Completely unintentionally and out of impulse Molly's lips met his, this time she pushed herself on to him. She felt him smile against her mouth, and his hand reached him to cup her jaw, the other on the floor to balance them.
Molly had no idea what she was doing, she was acting on want and lust. Two things she wasn't quite used too. Jim's tongue then slipped through her lips, and she couldn't object to that, and she returned her own. Molly had never kissed someone with so much passion before, she'd practised on the back of her hand but it wasn't quite the same, plus it just looked plain weird.
Jim's free hand then tugged at her hip, pulling her close to him, so close that Molly straddled his lap, causing her dress to rise up over her thighs. But she didn't care. His hand that was on her cheek lowered down to her breast, and his grabbed at it violently, making Molly whimper against his lips. To most normal men they would probably stop and apologise, but Jim was far from normal, hearing her pain and angst only excited him more.
Molly pulled her lips off of his, but kept their faces millimetres apart from one another's.
"Jim", she whispered.
"Yes, darling?"
"We shouldn't be doing this", she continued to say quietly, knowing this would annoy him, but she really wasn't ready.
"Why ever not, my dear?" Jim's hand remained grasped on her breast, the other squeezing her hip suggestively.
"I don't want to... Not here, not yet... Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Molls. I must admit I was stunned by your sudden... /Urge/."
"Me too", Molly said properly as she crawled off of Jim's lap and sat back in the place she was before, across from him.

After a long awkward silence of eating fruit and small foods Molly would never be able to pronounce let alone make, she thought of a subject to talk about.
"I spoke with William today."
"Oh really, how is your Brother?"
"He's good; he's got a new girlfriend... Called Lizzie I think... I told him about you. He couldn't believe I had a boyfriend, and he wants to meet you!", she said with a hopeful smile.
Jim's eyebrows rose as he swallowed more wine.
"Hm... Why is that? The way you spoke of him last time, sounded like he didn't really care."
"Oh no, William does care, he's just got a funny way of showing it."
"Right, well why does he want to meet me? If you told him about me, wouldn't that scare him off?" Molly giggled and patted down the creases in her dress.
"Guess not, he just said he wants to meet you... Even though he's my /younger/ Brother, he still insists on being annoyingly protective."
"He's not going to beat me up, is he?"
"He has done in the past to boys who haven't been nice to me or Ellie."
"Well, first things first, I'm not a boy", Jim said with a wink, "Secondly, would you say I haven't been nice to you?" Molly shook her head and smiled.
"Of course not, I believe you've been way more than nice to me!" She giggled, gesturing to their picnic and that she was still stunned by where they were.

Another hour later and Molly was leant against the wall of her shower, the hot, steamy water falling on to her tired body. She'd washed the hair spray out of her hair and the make-up off of her face and was now just relaxing and thinking, she thought best when in the shower.
Right now Jim just seemed so perfect to her. He was cute, funny, a gentleman, ever so sweet and very clever. It was almost too good to be true... But she didn't like thinking like that. In films it was always after people said that that they lost the people they loved. But she didn't love Jim, well, she wasn't sure. She'd never loved someone before who wasn't family. This was all so new she decided not to think ahead to much and just concentrate on what was going on right now.
Molly climbed out she shower, wrapped a towel around her, tied her wet hair in to a bun and sat on her bed next to Toby who was curled up asleep. It was nearing midnight, and she had work tomorrow, so she decided it was best she went to sleep now.