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doesn't mean my heart stops skipping
Sep. 5th, 2015 04:28 amIt's almost surprising, how simple it's been to settle into living with Lee. With all the time they were spending together before, practically living together already, just in separate apartments, that probably shouldn't be the case, but it goes beyond that, too. What she used to think of as his place is now theirs; his couch, their couch; his bed, their bed. Gradually, it just becomes natural, and Molly is actually a little relieved for that. She spent a long time turning the apartment she was assigned, the one she moved into when she first arrived, into a home. As it turns out, though, it hasn't been difficult at all to leave that behind. The apartment itself was of little consequence, and she can do to the one she shares with Lee now the same thing she did to the one that used to be hers before. Other than that, it's as easy as breathing, living here together. Maybe she should wonder more about what that means, but mostly Molly has just been enjoying this.
And not just because it saves her a hell of a lot of time in the morning, no longer having to rush back upstairs to her place to get ready for work after spending the night with him, though that doesn't hurt. She has more of a chance to take her time now, can stand in the kitchen only half dressed for work in a camisole and a pencil skirt, her hair still wet from showering, and not have to worry about whether or not she'll have time to put on makeup before she heads to City Hall, or if she'll have to run back downstairs in search of a shirt or a pair of shoes she might have left on his floor. It's about as nice, quiet and comfortable, as any of the rest of what they're doing. Whether it was soon or not, out of nowhere or not, she doesn't care. It's worked out well, at least so far; she's glad he asked.
"Coffee's ready, if you want some," she says, leaning back against the counter, when Lee steps out of the bedroom. She should probably actually finish getting ready soon, but for the moment, she's not in too much of a rush, sipping from the mug in her own hands. "Got anything exciting going on today?"
And not just because it saves her a hell of a lot of time in the morning, no longer having to rush back upstairs to her place to get ready for work after spending the night with him, though that doesn't hurt. She has more of a chance to take her time now, can stand in the kitchen only half dressed for work in a camisole and a pencil skirt, her hair still wet from showering, and not have to worry about whether or not she'll have time to put on makeup before she heads to City Hall, or if she'll have to run back downstairs in search of a shirt or a pair of shoes she might have left on his floor. It's about as nice, quiet and comfortable, as any of the rest of what they're doing. Whether it was soon or not, out of nowhere or not, she doesn't care. It's worked out well, at least so far; she's glad he asked.
"Coffee's ready, if you want some," she says, leaning back against the counter, when Lee steps out of the bedroom. She should probably actually finish getting ready soon, but for the moment, she's not in too much of a rush, sipping from the mug in her own hands. "Got anything exciting going on today?"
