Will had already started to grin at Molly's joke, and he laughed
easily and without restraint as Molly was dusted with debris from the
ceiling above her. It looked like she was covered in powdered sugar, a
fine layer of it coating her hair and her shoulders, frosting her
eyelashes.
Taking her searching hand, Will pulled her close, smiling fondly at
the joy on Molly's face, the happiness she was able to find wherever
she went. He'd always considered himself lucky to have found her, but
moments like this only served to remind him just how much she enriched
his life, how much better he was for having her love, for loving her
back.
"Close your eyes," he instructed softly as he brushed his palm over
her hair, knocking the dust away gently. Once he'd done a reasonable
job of tidying her hair, he used careful sweeps of his thumb to clear
it from her eyelids and lashes, the bow of her upper lip. His touch
lingered there, his fingers on her jaw, his thumb tip tracing the seam
of her mouth, and all the restraint he'd mustered before fell apart,
his mouth lowering to steal a kiss before he could stop himself.
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Date: 2016-07-26 06:32 am (UTC)Will had already started to grin at Molly's joke, and he laughed easily and without restraint as Molly was dusted with debris from the ceiling above her. It looked like she was covered in powdered sugar, a fine layer of it coating her hair and her shoulders, frosting her eyelashes.
Taking her searching hand, Will pulled her close, smiling fondly at the joy on Molly's face, the happiness she was able to find wherever she went. He'd always considered himself lucky to have found her, but moments like this only served to remind him just how much she enriched his life, how much better he was for having her love, for loving her back.
"Close your eyes," he instructed softly as he brushed his palm over her hair, knocking the dust away gently. Once he'd done a reasonable job of tidying her hair, he used careful sweeps of his thumb to clear it from her eyelids and lashes, the bow of her upper lip. His touch lingered there, his fingers on her jaw, his thumb tip tracing the seam of her mouth, and all the restraint he'd mustered before fell apart, his mouth lowering to steal a kiss before he could stop himself.