Another picture one however THIS is a Molly one! I like Molly.
"Little mouse Molly, was he mean to you again?" Molly froze to the spot. Surely that couldn't be him. It was impossible. Only one person knew about that nickname for her and he was dead. The autopsy file she had swiped said so. Yet why did the voice sound so familiar? Dreamy and concerned like before?
She refused to turn around. It was like she had her feet glued to the spot."It can't be," Molly whispered. "You're dead!"
That soft chuckle which had once made her heart leap echoed into her ears. It appeared to have the same effect. "Take those pathetic heels off, Mousey. They don't suit you."
She felt herself complying. The shoes slipping off her feet as she heard the approaching sound of feet. He was getting closer to her. Soon he would be able to tell the difference in her breathing. He'd see the tears on her face. He'd know. He'd know without even being there. He just would. "But I read the-"
"The file?" He was directly behind her now. She could the warm breath brush against her neck. "You should know not to trust files." Molly tried to reply but the words caught in her throat and choked down with her already streaming tears. "Was he mean to you, my little mouse?"
Molly nodded gently but lowering down and crouching with her knees near her forehead. This was too much. All too much. What with him and now… It just wasn't fair. It was more than she could handle. The old smell of his cologne wafted into her nostrils as she felt him embrace her tightly. Burying her head into his shoulder she felt somewhat safe again. Especially with his firm grip on her.
"He won't be doing that again. I will make sure."
She quickly pulled back and looked at him straight in the face. "No!"
"No?" He questioned. Her response had been too sudden. Too rushed. Her dedication to that loathsome man was always high. Even above her own happiness. "Molly."
"He's not worth it." She sank back into his shoulder. Holding on so he wouldn't run off and organise something horrid. No matter how mean he was to her he wasn't worth it. "Erm?"
"Hmm."
"Please don't leave me again." He hummed into her ear. Gripping her tighter. He'd protect her. Even though she was on the side of good he would look after her until it was judgement day. He couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly about her but she made him feel like he could stop. Just for once. Stop the thinking. Stop the constant moving and planning. The rest of the world was ordinary. She was ordinary but at the same time she was anything but.
"I won't." He promised. He meant it too. That wasn't often. He genuinely didn't want to leave her. Something instead him had ceased to exist the moment he had left him. He didn't know but she had longed for him. Ever since she left she lost the confidence he made her feel.
"I missed you, Jim."
"I know, my little mouse." He whispered before drawing back and pressing his lips softly against hers. The response was slow but welcoming. He pressed his tongue asking for entrance which he quickly gained. Their tongues entwined. He could tell Molly still felt uneasy. Scared almost. He could hardly blame her. After all the things he had done. All the things he would continue to do. He was evil. There was no getting around that. She was the exception. He wouldn't rush her. Just like he wasn't now and he gently placed his hand on the side of her face and drew back slightly, breaking the kiss. Their noses were touching and he could see a hint of a smile upon her lips. "I missed you too."