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They rode through the storm in silence. Edge glanced at Molly every now and then. Her expression was one of deject. He wished he could comfort her but he wanted to know what was wrong first. And he didn't feel comfortable mentioning Raven. For one, it may not have been about him, anyway. And second, it'd bring up a sore subject either way.
"You're going to get away from him soon, you know?" He asked, shattering the silence. Molly sniffed, as if she'd been crying, "How do you. . . figure that?"
She turned to see his perfect profile. His eyes were trained on the road ahead, but as her words suck in, he looked at her; into her eyes. He saw her, weakened. Not the Molly he was introduced to when she was new. There was something in her he felt he hadn't discovered yet. He couldn't place his finger on what though.
"I'm going to help you in this fight against him, Molly. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
**
When they made it to the hotel, they were drenched. Edge locked himself in the hotel room bathroom to change into something dry. AS Molly dug for her clothes, her eyes caught sight of an envelope on her pillow. She shuddered, thinking it was incredibly eerie that someone had left her something, when the only people who knew where to find her was the hotel employees and Edge.
She opened it and read it to herself.
"Dearest Molly,
I meant what I said. You better not tell him anything.
Love, Raven"
His messy handwriting made her sick. She heard the bedroom door opening and thought fast, slipping the letter, envelope and all, under the bed.
Edge came out in pajamas. Molly felt herself want to laugh for the first time in a long time. When he spotted the look on her face, he realized it was worse than the one he'd seen before. He immediately drew himself toward her, wrapping his arms around her. She sobbed upon his shoulder. Edge whispered comforting things into her hair, but she paid no attention to them.
After trying to sooth her and calm her down, he gently peeled her off of him, to look into her eyes. She looked back, into his. Maybe it was the blur of tears or the real thing. She saw something she hadn't noticed before. She was almost positive it was . . . love.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands securely on her waist. They pressed their lips against each other's, finally being able to express their feeling for each other the way they'd always wanted to.
When their lip lock ended, Molly giggled for no reason.
Edge smiled at her loveliness, "I love you."
Molly went numb. Replies ran through her head, again and again, but only one seemed to fit, "I love you, too."
She slowly broke away from his hold and sat on the hotel room bed. He joined her, taking her in his arms again, and kissed her. It was more passionate, more loving than the one before. Molly leaned back to lay on the bed and Edge leaned in with her, gently placing himself on top of her. They moved to the center of the bed.
Edge propped himself up on his left arm, he lifted a trembling right hand and placed it on her hip, moving it up her shirt, to explore the curves beneath it. Molly seemed lost in his touch. Their body language seemed to be signaling for the same thing. Edge knew he didn't have the emotional strength to fight her, or himself, anymore.
As their kisses became more passionate, they went through the night, making love.
(A/N: Oooh, I feel so awkward!)
**
They drove to the arena the next afternoon, neither saying a thing. The only sound was the car radio, turned up just enough for them to hear through the ruckus of traffic.
Molly fidgeted with her fingers, unsure of what to say. Edge glanced at her and sighed, pulling over to the side of the road. They didn't dare look at each other.
"I'm sorry, Molly. I didn't mean for things to become awkward between us."
Molly cleared her throat, "When you said you loved me, did you mean it?" Edge didn't have to think twice, "Yeah, I did."
They grinned at each other and shared a kiss, much like the one they shared the night before.
--
They rode through the storm in silence. Edge glanced at Molly every now and then. Her expression was one of deject. He wished he could comfort her but he wanted to know what was wrong first. And he didn't feel comfortable mentioning Raven. For one, it may not have been about him, anyway. And second, it'd bring up a sore subject either way.
"You're going to get away from him soon, you know?" He asked, shattering the silence. Molly sniffed, as if she'd been crying, "How do you. . . figure that?"
She turned to see his perfect profile. His eyes were trained on the road ahead, but as her words suck in, he looked at her; into her eyes. He saw her, weakened. Not the Molly he was introduced to when she was new. There was something in her he felt he hadn't discovered yet. He couldn't place his finger on what though.
"I'm going to help you in this fight against him, Molly. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
**
When they made it to the hotel, they were drenched. Edge locked himself in the hotel room bathroom to change into something dry. AS Molly dug for her clothes, her eyes caught sight of an envelope on her pillow. She shuddered, thinking it was incredibly eerie that someone had left her something, when the only people who knew where to find her was the hotel employees and Edge.
She opened it and read it to herself.
"Dearest Molly,
I meant what I said. You better not tell him anything.
Love, Raven"
His messy handwriting made her sick. She heard the bedroom door opening and thought fast, slipping the letter, envelope and all, under the bed.
Edge came out in pajamas. Molly felt herself want to laugh for the first time in a long time. When he spotted the look on her face, he realized it was worse than the one he'd seen before. He immediately drew himself toward her, wrapping his arms around her. She sobbed upon his shoulder. Edge whispered comforting things into her hair, but she paid no attention to them.
After trying to sooth her and calm her down, he gently peeled her off of him, to look into her eyes. She looked back, into his. Maybe it was the blur of tears or the real thing. She saw something she hadn't noticed before. She was almost positive it was . . . love.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands securely on her waist. They pressed their lips against each other's, finally being able to express their feeling for each other the way they'd always wanted to.
When their lip lock ended, Molly giggled for no reason.
Edge smiled at her loveliness, "I love you."
Molly went numb. Replies ran through her head, again and again, but only one seemed to fit, "I love you, too."
She slowly broke away from his hold and sat on the hotel room bed. He joined her, taking her in his arms again, and kissed her. It was more passionate, more loving than the one before. Molly leaned back to lay on the bed and Edge leaned in with her, gently placing himself on top of her. They moved to the center of the bed.
Edge propped himself up on his left arm, he lifted a trembling right hand and placed it on her hip, moving it up her shirt, to explore the curves beneath it. Molly seemed lost in his touch. Their body language seemed to be signaling for the same thing. Edge knew he didn't have the emotional strength to fight her, or himself, anymore.
As their kisses became more passionate, they went through the night, making love.
(A/N: Oooh, I feel so awkward!)
**
They drove to the arena the next afternoon, neither saying a thing. The only sound was the car radio, turned up just enough for them to hear through the ruckus of traffic.
Molly fidgeted with her fingers, unsure of what to say. Edge glanced at her and sighed, pulling over to the side of the road. They didn't dare look at each other.
"I'm sorry, Molly. I didn't mean for things to become awkward between us."
Molly cleared her throat, "When you said you loved me, did you mean it?" Edge didn't have to think twice, "Yeah, I did."
They grinned at each other and shared a kiss, much like the one they shared the night before.
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