His hand feels good against her skin, warm and gentle, her heart beating hard underneath it. Though Molly hates the idea of being thought of as fragile, someone a person would need to be careful with, she knows what she needs from this, and there's no sense in ignoring it. Anything past this, rushing forward or more insistence, she knows has every chance of not going well, no matter how wholeheartedly she throws herself into it. The point is to feel normal, anyway, and after so long, she really wants to enjoy herself. Dropping her bra to the floor, she lets him guide her back, what might be more of a show of trust than her inviting him here in the first place, still kissing him all the while.