Chapter Six

They'd been riding rollercoasters for hours. Izik was a barrel of energy, zipping from ride to ride with lightning speed. John and Molly had worked out a system: John rode the really high rides with Izik, Molly rode the really fast ones. They'd played games for the better part of an hour, with John trying to win Molly a stuffed elephant. After seventy dollars and no luck tossing the ring over the bottle, John gave up. Izik immediately walked up to the counter when John was done an asked for 1 ring. He laid his dollar bill on the counter and picked up the ring. Closing one eyes and squinting the other, Izik's tongue crept out as he tossed the ring with ease...and landed on the bottle!

Molly laughed and laughed. The look on John's face was priceless! Izik smiled broadly at his mother and handed her the purple elephant. She leaned down, grabbing him close in a hug. She knew the time for such public displays would be gone soon. She looked up at John, seeing the wide grin on his face. Pulling away from the hug Molly whispered "Let's go buy John an ice cream cone...maybe it'll make him feel better." Izik nodded and turned around, looking up at John.

"You aren't mad that I won the elephant and you didn't, are you John?" he asked, worried. John pretended to scowl and scratched his head thoughtfully.

"Nah...but maybe you can show me how to do that sometime." Izik grinned and grabbed his hand, linking the other with his mother's.

"Sure, no problem! But right now Mommy says we should get you some ice cream to make you feel better." John looked over the little boy's head into Molly's eyes. He winked and without thinking, puckered his lips in a kissing motion, sending her an invisible one. He watched the flush creep up her neck and find it's way to her cheeks. His hands itched to touch those cheeks, his lips ached to kiss her lips. He drew himself up short. He had to take it slow. One of the things he'd gone over and over in the wee early hours was the fact that he was going to have to take things slow and see where this relationship with Molly progressed to.

They had their ice cream and stayed a while longer, riding the last of the rides. On one particular ride, Izik ran into his friend Joey. After much begging and pleading on Izik's case, the boys were told it would be alright if Izik slept over. Assured by Joey's mom that her son and Molly's were the same size and not to worry about clothes or PJ's, Izik ran up and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. She pulled him in, squeezing him tightly. Kissing him lightly on the cheek, she said. "Be good at Mrs. Townsend's house and mind your manners, okay? I love you." He nodded, and reciprocated the words. He looked over at John, studying him for a minute. John grinned and reached down to ruffle the little boy's hair.

"See ya tomorrow, sport." Before he knew what was happening, Izik had grabbed him in a fierce hug. Shock took over his features for a split second before he smiled widely, returning the hug. Izik looked up at John.

"Take care of my mommy, K?" John nodded solemnly, making his "Word Life" gesture.

"I promise." Izik grinned and repeated the gesture, then took off to ride another ride with Joey. John watched as Molly straightened and looked at him. She wiped her palms on her slacks, as if they were suddenly sweaty.

"So, guess that means we're on our own." she said, nervously, cramming her hands in her pockets. John looked down, himself suddenly feeling bashful.

"Yeah, I guess so." They stood there in the middle of the amusement park, neither one saying a word.

"Mol--"

"Joh--" They looked at each other and laughed. Molly slid her hands out of her pockets and reached for his hand.

"I had a fantastic time today, John. Thank you for being here." John brought their linked hands to his lips to gently brush a kiss across her knuckles.

"It was my pleasure, Molly." He said, flipping her hand over and lightly sucking on the center of her palm. "But it doesn't have to end here."

"I-It doesn't?" she stammered, mesmerized by the sensations he was causing low in her belly. He laughed, the sound low and smoky, sending a shiver up her spine.

"Not unless you want it to." he said, dropping their hands and tugging her towards the parking lot. He abruptly changed the subject, throwing Molly off balance temporarily. "Did Aunt Nora leave today to go see Crash and Bob?" She nodded, wondering vaguely why John seemed worried about that. They finally came to his Navigator and John pressed the button, automatically unlocking her door. Molly got in, but before she could close the door, John's hand snaked around the back of her neck and drew her forward to his waiting lips. He hungrily licked and nipped at her, wanting to taste every part of her mouth, his former thoughts of taking things slow forgotten. Molly reciprocated, touching his tongue with her own. At his pleased groan, she continued, taking his tongue deep into her mouth and sucking firmly on it. The hands that had been fisted in her hair, now moved roughly over her, stopping to cup her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her hard little nubs.

Molly pulled away from his mouth long enough to let out an anguished whimper. She'd never, NEVER felt like this before! She wanted him deep inside her, touching her very soul. She pulled away from the kiss and caress, suddenly unsure of where this was going. John's labored breathing mingled with hers and he dropped his forehead to hers, bracing his hands on the doorframe. He didn't trust himself to speak rationally with his hands on her. Molly was the first to pull back and look deep into John's eyes. She swallowed hard, unsure of how to go about saying this.

"John, other than that one time, I've never--" He placed a finger gently against her lips.

"It's okay, Molly. We aren't going to do anything that you aren't comfortable with." He placed a light kiss on her nose and drew her closer to him, holding her. Molly again pulled away and frowned at him, disbelieveingly.

"And....you're okay with that?" he nodded and cupped her face in his hands. Taking a deep breath, John told her what he'd been thinking about all day.

"Molly, I don't know what it is. Maybe it's all the time we've spent together these last two days, maybe I've gotten to know more about you than I ever thought I would." He rubbed her nose with his own, giving her an "Eskimo" kiss. "But one thing I DO know is that I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman." He looked into her startled blue eyes. "And I'm fairly positive that once won't be enough. So, until you're ready, we wait."

Molly sat, stunned at what John had just told her. He wanted her? Her?!? "Fat Ass" Molly? She looked back at him, and any thoughts she had that this was all a joke evaporated. She reached up and clasped her hand around his wrist, turning her face into his palm. "I want you too, John. But I'm scared." he eased the hair out of her eyes and smiled at her.

"I swear on my life that I would never hurt you Molly." She nodded knowing instinctively that he was telling the truth. She took a deep breath and asked the question that they both had waited for.

"John, will you stay the night with me?"

Molly unlocked the door, suddenly very nervous about being alone with John. Would she do everything right? Was she suppose to make the first move? The latter question was answered almost before she could close the door behind them. She'd just clicked the lock into place when she felt his arms slide around her waist, his breath warm on her neck. He nuzzled her ear and Molly let out a soft moan.

"You smell so good." He whispered, flicking out his tongue to gently trace the pinkend shell of her ear. "Taste good, too." John gently turned her around and was excited at the aroused look on Molly's face. He kissed her lightly, keeping her within the tight circle of his arms. Her warmth, her scent, her taste....he just couldn't seem to get enough of it. Gently pushing at his chest, she eased away from him, grinning shyly.

"Um, I...well, shouldn---. God, I hate to sound so clique, but I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable." John laughed.

"Okay. I'll just go find some music to listen to." He watched her walk up the stairs, taking in the subtle sway of her hips. He bit his lip, trying to hold back a groan. Damn, that lady just doesn't KNOW what she's doing to me! he thought, chuckling as he made his way to the living room. Flipping through Molly's extensive CD collection, John searched for the perfect song to make love to Molly to.

Upstairs, the lady in question was digging through her drawers, looking for something, ANYTHING that was remotely sexy. Flopping back on the unmade bed, she sighed loudly. Nothing. Everything she had really was comfortable....not sexy. She rolled over ready to give up and just walk downstairs in her ratty old sweats, when something at the bottom of her closet caught her eye. She quickly pulled the pink Victoria's Secret box out from under several shoe boxes. LIfting the silk pajama pantsuit from the box, Molly vividly rememberd the day Lita had talked her into buying it. They'd gone into the store to look for something for Lita's honeymoon, when Molly had spotted the subtly sexy pajamas. Lita had insisted she buy it "just in case". Molly laughed and quickly took off her clothes, sliding the cool silk over her skin. Boy, would Lita be surprised at this 'just in case'.!

Brushing her hair til it clouded attractively around her face, Molly took one last look in the mirror and braced herself for what was about to happen. Walking quietly down the stairs, she saw the faint flicker of candlelight and heard the first strains of the Rascal Flatts' song , "I Melt." She smiled....that was one of her favorites. Stepping into the den, she cleared her throat, causing John to turn from where he had his back to her in front of the stereo. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped at the outfit she was wearing.

The silky top sheer material covered most of her breasts, keeping her nipples just out of site, and ended a good two inches above her waist. The bottoms were of the same material and hugged her butt and hips snugly, flairing out to flow the rest of the way down. John closed his mouth on a low whislte. She looked sexy as hell! He drank in the site of her one last time, before allowing his gaze to rest on her face. She was doing it again --- worrying that lower lip, her eyes filled with hunger, desire...and fear.

He walked over, stopping just before he reached her. Bowing and holding out a hand he asked seductively, "May I have this dance?" Molly's laughter sounded like silver bells and the sound washed over him, causing him to feel something he couldn't quite decipher. She moved into his arms, as though she'd always been his and they danced, Molly's head resting against John's chest, his head resting on top of hers.

When you light those candles

Up there on that mantle

Setting the mood.

I just lie there staring

Silently preparing

To love on you

I can feel the heat

From across the room

Ain't it wild what a little flame

Can make you wanna do?

I melt

Everytime you look at me that way

It never fails

Anytime, anyplace.

This burn in me's the coolest thing

I've ever felt.

I melt.

Molly pulled back, looking up into John's face. She braced her hands on either side of his face, drawing him down to place a slow, seductive kiss on his already oversensitized lips. He instinctively pulled her closer, sliding his hands down to pull her body flush against his. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

"Molly....God, what are you doing to me?" She grinned and ran her tongue along his lips. She'd never been this bold before, never been so eager to feel someone be a part of her.

"The same thing you've been doing to me ever since I walked down those stairs and saw the way you were looking at me," she whispered, continuing down to the base of his throat, where his pulse thumped rapidly. John leaned back, granting her better access to the spot.

"And what way was that?" he breathed. She stopped, causing him to look down and see the hunger burning in her eyes.

"Like it's Christmas morning and I'm the gift you've wanted the most." He smiled then, running a fingertip down her cheek.

"Molly, I want nothing more than to take you upstiars and...unwrap...you all night long," he said, taking in the eager flush that stained her cheeks. "But I don't wanna rush you and if you aren't ready..." Molly brought his head down,effectively silencing him with a kiss. She pulled away and slid her arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest.

"John...I want this. I want you." So turned on by her admission, he couldn't even find words to describe it. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her slowly up the stairs, pausing only long enough to find out which room was hers. Placing her gently, reverently, in the center of the bed, he backed up, stripping off his shirt. He stood there, taking in the contrast of her sexy outfit and dark hair against the pristine white sheets. My God, she's beautiful, he thought, mesmerized. He broke from his thoughts, crawling onto the bed to lean over her. Pushing the hair from her eyes, he said, "Are you sure?"

She reached for him, pulling his weight down atop hers. Staring up into his crystalline blue eyes, she gave them what they'd both been waiting for.

"Make love to me, John. Please."