Molly Stearns (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
losttheright) wrote2015-01-02 12:05 am
losttheright) wrote2015-01-02 12:05 am
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It would've been the easiest thing in the world, going upstairs to her own apartment after waking up on New Year's Day. The power has been just fine, and even if it weren't, even if she were worried, she could always have opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Molly has a feeling, though, that even if she had, she would have wound up right back here sooner or later. With everything shut down, the snow accumulation too great to go anywhere, City Hall closed for the day anyway, she'd have quickly gotten bored, called Lee, and gone back to spending her New Year's mostly in his bed.
With anyone else, she imagines this would all feel like too much, too soon. The party at Kagura was their first actual date, after all, though she kind of has to wonder, now that it's happened, if maybe it really was a long time coming. Even that doesn't have as much to do with her sticking around like this, though. It's comfortable for other reasons, reminiscent of when nearly everyone vanished and Lee let her stay with him, something that still means more than she would know how to tell him. Regardless of how different the circumstances may be, it leaves her feeling more at ease here than if he were just some guy she'd been fucking, or someone she'd agreed to go on a date with.
She would never have done this sort of thing with the last guy she dated, even before he tried to kill her.
Once she's been there and spent the night — again — it really only makes sense, then, to call out of work on Friday. From what Molly can gather, both from looking outside and from checking her phone, the roads are clear now, at least enough for the city to be functioning again, but she says that they're too bad for her to come in anyway, and considering the fact that she walks to work, and would be doing so on sidewalks that may or may not be cleared, with four feet of snow on the ground, it's not really an implausible story. At least, it doesn't seem to raise any questions. She barely ever misses work as it is. Giving herself a long weekend really can't do that much harm.
Maybe, at some point, it would be good to talk about whatever it is they're doing, since she still isn't really sure. For now, though, she's far more interested in just enjoying it, leaning over to kiss Lee quickly before pulling herself to her feet, wearing only a shirt of his. "I'm gonna go get something to drink," she says. "Do you want anything from the kitchen? Or maybe we should see if there's anywhere actually open that'll deliver food."
With anyone else, she imagines this would all feel like too much, too soon. The party at Kagura was their first actual date, after all, though she kind of has to wonder, now that it's happened, if maybe it really was a long time coming. Even that doesn't have as much to do with her sticking around like this, though. It's comfortable for other reasons, reminiscent of when nearly everyone vanished and Lee let her stay with him, something that still means more than she would know how to tell him. Regardless of how different the circumstances may be, it leaves her feeling more at ease here than if he were just some guy she'd been fucking, or someone she'd agreed to go on a date with.
She would never have done this sort of thing with the last guy she dated, even before he tried to kill her.
Once she's been there and spent the night — again — it really only makes sense, then, to call out of work on Friday. From what Molly can gather, both from looking outside and from checking her phone, the roads are clear now, at least enough for the city to be functioning again, but she says that they're too bad for her to come in anyway, and considering the fact that she walks to work, and would be doing so on sidewalks that may or may not be cleared, with four feet of snow on the ground, it's not really an implausible story. At least, it doesn't seem to raise any questions. She barely ever misses work as it is. Giving herself a long weekend really can't do that much harm.
Maybe, at some point, it would be good to talk about whatever it is they're doing, since she still isn't really sure. For now, though, she's far more interested in just enjoying it, leaning over to kiss Lee quickly before pulling herself to her feet, wearing only a shirt of his. "I'm gonna go get something to drink," she says. "Do you want anything from the kitchen? Or maybe we should see if there's anywhere actually open that'll deliver food."