With his mouth on her neck, Molly lets her head tip to the side, easily falling back on old instincts. She's out of practice now, but the effects of that, she's sure, are more in her own head than anything else; just because it's been a couple of months doesn't mean she has any less idea what she's doing. It's just a matter of getting her own back, as it were, of feeling comfortable in her own skin again. He's never given her cause to feel any differently, though, and she's counting on that now. She figures she ought to make the most of it, too, reaching between them to undo his belt.