Chapter 1: Finally Together
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Alex POV:
I didn't realize just how much I wanted to be her girlfriend until I was. It's like a weight lifted off my chest. Her laugh makes my heart flutter and my smile reach all the way to my eyes.
Everything that used to annoy me about her now makes me smile. How plain her frozen yogurt order is, her constant need for organization, the way she walks slower than I do. Especially how her hand feels in mine.
It takes a little getting used to, these new mutual feelings. But my nervousness always melts away as her face comes into view when we meet before class or after, or at any point. God, if the old me would see this now, it'd make me sick.
All my life I've been basically allergic to monogamy and commitment. What am I doing? What was I thinking? This isn't me. But, I want to do this with Molly. She makes me want to do this. I don't want to run away, unlike all my other flings and dates.
And I know I said this to her on that night of the art gala, but I love her in a way I didn't think I was capable of.
Molly POV:
For 4 years, I'd only had eyes for Cora Myers. But now, the only girl I look at is Alex Blackwood.
Our story is crazy, like something out of a teen drama. She helped me get the courage to date Cora with an, admittedly fake, 5-step plan. But when step five came around we both realized that the true feelings were for each other.
God, I love her. Even the things that used to annoy me and want to completely avoid her, now they are the cute little quirks I look forward to. The way her eyeliner is always perfectly even, her five rings on both hands, her black Dock Martins with yellow laces, even when her knees start bobbing up and down or her starts picking at her nail polish when she gets nervous.
We've only dated for 3 weeks, but we've known each other for more than 2 months. We said 'I love you' the night we got together, and it felt so right.
Chapter 2: An Actual Date (part 1)
Summary:
The two girls go on a real date
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Molly POV:
Okay, so I know that our fake date during the five-step plan was roller-skating. And it's become an inside joke between the two of us. But, I want to take her on an actual roller skating date, with us taking part in the couples' skate time and the classic hot dogs and arcade games. I want to see her face as I win her a stuffed animal from the claw machine, that smile lighting up her face.
I plan this date as a surprise, putting together a cute outfit, buying her flowers, all of it. When I realize what time it is, I grab my car keys and jump in driving to pick her up from her shift at the food truck. She might not feel cute after a 6-hour shift in a metal tin can that is the truck, but I don't care. She looks cute to me no matter what.
She wasn't expecting me to show up, which explains the shock on her face as I pull up. "What's going on? I could've just taken the bus home", she says with a confused look on her face. I respond confidently with, "I'm taking you out on a roller skating date".
Like I figured, she tucked her hair behind her ear, blushed and whispered, " I look disgusting, I smell, I don't think you'll want to go on a date with me like this-". I interrupt her and assertively say "I know, but I wanted to surprise you and take you out. Roller skating", trying to convince her. I can see her face soften, and relent. Game on.
Alex POV:
As my food truck shift ends and I serve the last customer, I see Molly's white car pull up. What? I told her that I could take the bus home.
She comes out in a cute skirt that stops a few inches above her knees and a graphic tee of one of our favorite bands. I can't take my eyes off her.
As she walks over to me jumping out of the back of the truck, she tucks her long hair behind her ear, giving me a flirty "Hi."
"Hi", I say, then continue with "what's going on? I could've just taken the bus home". She goes on telling me that she wanted to go on a date after my shift. I try to tell her how disgusting I look and how awful I smell after the shift of slinging burgers, but she's not taking any of it. She tucks my stray hairs behind my ear, saying "I know, but I wanted to surprise you and take you out. Roller skating".
She knows I can't resist when she gets assertive. God, she gets hot when she plays dominant.
I still wish I could look like I wasn't 10 leagues below her, but when she hands me a bouquet of my favorite flowers that sit in the passengers seat, all my nerves melt away.
I laugh lightly, remembering that fake date we went on. "We kinda already did this, didn't we?" " I mean, I guess. But I want to take you out there and actually get to kiss you".
Chapter 3: An Actual Date (part 2)
Summary:
The two girls go on an actual date
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Molly POV:
When we get to the rink and get our skates, I lace them in half the time Alex does. She kept telling me that she won't be any better than the last time we were here. I giggle at her nervousness and help her up, keeping her balanced. As we near the end of the carpet, I can feel her skin getting hotter as she panics more and more. I keep reassuring her that I'll be there to keep her safe, but she is still a bundle of nerves.
She doesn't let go of the wall for a full 15 minutes, and I think it's absolutely adorable. As I skate backwards in front of her with my arms on her waist, she gives me that same death-glare I used to give her. "Show off", she grumbled at me as she struggled to keep her feet going forwards and not back.
After one fall straight onto her ass about 45 minutes after getting into the rink, she and I both decide that maybe just playing on the arcade games is a better and safer idea. As she's on the ground reeling from her fall, I give her a sweet smile that I hope conveys all the love I have for her. I give her a kiss on the cheek too, hoping it'll make her feel better.
We end up playing on several of the claw games, and the little basketball ones too. She wins me a stuffed panda the size of my head from the ticket booth after about 3 hours.
Overall, I think it was a good date. I hope she isn't too mad that I chose an activity that had her fall on her cute ass.
Alex POV:
When we get to the roller rink I can barely move because of how nervous I am. Practically an eternity goes by before I convince Molly to let me get out of the rink, and she only let me because I fell straight onto my ass.
As I sat in the middle of that rink flat on my butt, I felt like I was going to cry. But Molly knelt down in front of me, put a hand on my cheek, giving me a sweet smile and a kiss on the other cheek. That makes me feel a little better, so I compose myself and we make our way to the arcade games.
After around 3 hours of the basketball hoops and claw games, we've got enough tickets to go over to the ticket booth and get a stuffed panda the size of Molly's head. She wraps her arms around it and gives it a big squeeze. Seriously, if it were a person they'd have the air knocked out of them. Trust me, I know.
Chapter 4: Going Slow
Summary:
Molly and Alex decide to take things slow in their relationship
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Alex POV:
All of my previous relationships and hookups have gone from zero to a hundred in a few hours. Like, my last relationship started as a hookup.
But with Molly, everything's different. I want to take it slow, to really get to know her, every part of her. And not just the physical. I want to be able to know what she's feeling or what she's going to say just by the look on her face.
Sure, we've had plenty of late-night or even just midday make-out sessions, but nothing more than first base. And I'm okay with that. I like it even, I don't want to rush this. God, who am I?
I also don't want to rush Molly. She's never been in a relationship. Unless you count the split second she and Cora Myers were dating before she and I realized our feelings. But, she's never had a true girlfriend. I want this to be a good experience for her. I'm glad to be going slow for her.
Molly POV:
I've never been in a real relationship before. I don't even count the dates with Cora Myers, because we never even kissed. This is my first real relationship.
I don't know what I'm doing. Things are going slow, and I'm learning new things. Sometimes I think about how Alex has gone so much further with girls in way less time, and I get self-conscious. What if were taking things too slow? What if she's getting bored?
But, she hasn't said or done anything to make me think that she wants to speed things up. I think she's okay with taking things slow. I hope she's okay with it.
Chapter 5: Reassurance
Summary:
Molly gets nervous that Alex wants to take things faster. Alex tells her they can go as slow or as fast as she wants. They don't have to rush anything.
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Molly POV:
We're in Alex's bedroom, making out. 15 minutes ago, my plan was to go over to her house and do our English reading together. But, she looks so good in those black jeans. We tried studying for 5 minutes, but both quit. I just can't focus when she looks at me like that, with that sexy smile and her hair tied up to show her face.
I remember that time at the mall with Molly and her mom, when in one of the changing rooms, we accidentally caught sight of each other in our bras. I recall that breath caught in my throat as my eyes grazed over her stomach and white bra that day. And even now, 6 months later, we haven't gotten past that
We're just sitting on the floor, not even on her bed. I stroke her arms and feel the goosebumps form, moving my hand up to cup her face. I like this I love this but there's that thought that creeps into the back of my mind that maybe Alex wants to go further. And I'm not ready.
I put my hand on her chest, moving back slightly. We both catch our breath before she looks at me again, with a look on her face that all but vocalizes, "what's wrong?"
I can't face her, so I just look down into my lap. Her hand leads my face up to hers and she whispers, "hey, what's up?" I can feel tears starting to form behind my eyes. . . I can't tell her about this, she'll think I'm a prude and break up with me. She catches my eyes again as she tilts her head slightly to one side, with that soft concerned look on her face.
"I just-- I can't go any further right now", I spit out, trying to make sure I don't let those tears fall. " I know you probably want to have gotten through all the bases by now, and I am just being a prude by making you wait and--" "Molly", she cuts me off. "I don't mind taking things slow. In fact, I want to. I want to get to know all of who you are on the inside before we go too far physically. I want to know all of your personality first", she says, with a genuine look on her face that makes me believe she really means it.
"We can just makeout and cuddle for now, and then when you are ready. . . we can do more", she says. I smile slightly, so grateful for someone who understands me and my emotions, and my overthinking.
Alex POV:
I knew that Molly's overthinking would get the best of her eventually, but I was there to ease her mind and let her know that how she felt was fine.
In fact, her not being ready to go any further makes me feel better about wanting to take things slow. With all my past relationships, I would jump into bed before even knowing her name. This time, I need things to be different if I am going to be with Molly. And, I want them to be different too. I want to get to know every part of what makes her her before we get to that point of intimacy.
Chapter 6
Summary:
Molly meets Alex's mom Donna for the first time.
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Alex POV:
I've never really thought about meeting the parents' of any of the relationships I've had, and most of the time I never got the chance. The thought never really occurred to me. But, that first time Molly and her mom brought me to the mall, meeting her was nice. The only thing that caught me off guard was when she lashed out at the Asian pop-up restaurant in the food court. I guess, every family has things they keep secret.
Molly meeting my mom though, now that scares the shit out of me. I mean, she knows about the drinking and the car accident. I've told her about how bad it got when I was younger, what I had to do to try and get her to sober up; and how none of it worked until I got that phone call that she crashed Tommy's car into a pole.
Now that my mom is out of that hospital sobriety program, I guess that means it's time for her to meet Molly. Oh god, the thought of the two of them meeting makes me physically ill. Like, day two of my period nauseous.
I bring it up with Molly while at the Starbucks right off campus. She tells me that no matter what happens, she will still be with me; that my mom couldn't possibly do anything to scare her away. And, I try to believe it.
So, I guess here goes nothing.
Molly POV:
I remember when Alex met my mom. It started out going well, but then she had to lash out at the cashier of the Korean food shop in the mall. Yeah, not how I wanted that to go.
But Alex, she has so much more to deal with when thinking about her mom. The night we got together she told me that she had to go get her mom from jail because she had been in an accident where she knocked into a pole because she was driving drunk. I can't imagine that.
Her mom is out of that sobriety program, and Alex has started freaking out about the possibility of us meeting. She started saying how it would be okay if after meeting her mom, if I wanted to break up with her. Obviously I shut that down before she even got the whole sentence out. "I would never let meeting your mom drive us apart. This will never be an issue", I tell her, trying to put as much emphasis on my words as possible so she knows how much I mean it. I can tell she still doesn't believe it 100% though. I guess the only way to show her is for it to actually happen. *exhale* Here it goes.
Alex POV:
We decide to meet at my apartment, a controlled environment with nothing that could possibly set her off. Let's hope I didn't forget anything.
Molly wears something nice, but not as sexy as the stuff she wears around me. It's a button-down shirt with black slacks, paired with a black necklace and earrings. Around me, she'd wear things like that one short skirt she knows makes me go wild, my sweaters, sometimes just a cropped tshirt and jean shorts.
I decide that food wouldn't be a good idea, so I plan for them to meet at 2. After lunch, with plenty of time before anyone would start getting hungry. Jesus, why am I so panicked about this? Molly said that no matter what happened today, that everything would be fine between us. I'm trying so hard to believe her.
As usual, Mom is 30 minutes late. But, not for the reason I assumed. She appears at my door with about 5 bouquets of different flowers saying, "I didn't know which ones were Molly's favorite so I got a bunch!"
As I took them from her and scrambled to find a makeshift vase, Molly welcomed her into the apartment and they started talking. "So Molly, what're you majoring in?" "I love reading, so I majored in English". Other questions follow like, "where did you grow up?" and "tell me about your parents and your family". So far so good.
Mom ends up asking her how her and I met and how we got together. Yeah, we had decided beforehand to just tell people that we met in Biology and how we had a few other classes together. No one needed to know about the fake 5-step plan.
--time jump--
Around 4, my mom has asked Molly every question on the planet and I think now would be a good time to find a way to wrap things up. I interject by looking at the clock, exclaiming, "Oh, babe! Didn't you have that study group to get to in a few minutes?" Sounds believable, I mean my girlfriend is a total scholar.
She gives me a confused look as I give her one back that I hope conveys just how much I want to just be alone with her now. She catches on within a millisecond, going, "Oh yeah, I have to get my stuff ready to go". That way, I'm able to get my mom out the door and tell her just how good it was that they finally met.
As I gently close the door behind my mom, that breath I've been holding onto for the past couple of weeks finally leaves my body. Molly comes out from my bedroom, seeing me stand there. A tear rolls down my face at the relief that nothing detrimental happened.
Molly comes over, holds a hand up to my check and wipes the tear with her thumb. I look up and she gives me a small smile, one that says "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere". And for the first time, I actually 100% believe it.
Chapter 7: First Time
Summary:
The first time Molly and Alex have sex.
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Molly POV:
It's been about 2 months since Alex and I got together at the art gallery. We discussed at the beginning wanting to take things slow and actually have a full relationship, before going too far. But, I don't know. . . Lately, I've been feeling more ready. The farthest we've gotten is taking our shirts off, she's seen my bra and I've seen hers. God, the first time. We both just sat there for a few minutes admiring each other, me especially. Alex had seen girls in their bras before, or even fully undressed. But me? This was all new. And I loved it.
I've been doing research about how to know when you're ready for sex. I've read about how it feels when you get turned on by someone, that wet feeling down there. Yup, that's definitely what I've been feeling for Alex. I think she can pick up on it too; I mean, I've been getting really flirty and we've been making out a lot more than usual. I just can't seem to focus on anything when she's around now.
Alex POV:
At the beginning of our relationship, Molly and I had lengthy conversations about how we wanted things to be different from how I usually went about things. We both wanted to take things slow. And, I'm so happy we've stuck to that because now I feel like I actually know her. All of her. And I love it. I love her.
Lately though, I've been feeling like it's time we physically connected. I want to show her how much I love her. And, I think she wants it too because lately she's been acting really flirty and she always wants to make out now. I mean, I love that she wants to make out more, but I think we're both ready to do something more than just see each other without our shirts.
Molly POV:
"I wanted to talk to you about something", I blurt out, in the middle of making out. I figured that's as good a place to talk about this, right? "What is it?", she asks, scrunching her brows in question. "I was wondering if you'd want to go any further? Like, physically? I mean, I know we talked about not wanting to do much of anything physical until we were both ready. But I think I'm ready. But, if you're--". She stops me with a finger up to my mouth. "Babe, of course I want to have sex with you. I kinda picked up on it with how flirty you've been lately". I let out a nervous laugh, "Yeah, not the best at hiding things". "And you don't have to be", she says, looking at me with only love in her eyes.
"So, what happens now?", I ask, this is as far as I'd gotten with my plan. "Do you want to try now? We're already halfway there", she says, motioning to our bras and thrown about tshirts. "I do, actually", I whisper. "Okay, but you know that if at any point you feel uncomfortable, we stop. No matter how far we've gotten", she says, easing some of my anxiety. I nod.
Alex POV:
Her bra is push-up, a cotton material. Even though it's far from any of the lingerie pieces from Victoria Secret, I still feel my breath hitch in my throat at the thought of taking it off her.
As I pull her jeans off her hips, I make sure to tell her how hot and beautiful she is every few seconds. That's how I wish mine would've gone. "I love you's" and "You're so gorgeous", that would've made me feel loved. That's how your supposed to feel in moments like this.
Molly then takes the initiative of pulling off my black jeans, which takes me by surprise. "You don't have to, this is your first time. Let me make this special for you", I whisper in between labored breathes. "It already is", she whispers back. And I'm so glad she feels that way.
Her skin is as light as milk. Her breasts, small enough that I can cup in my hand. Perfect. I stay there for a while, pleasuring every part that I've uncovered. I ask if I can take her boob in my mouth, she nods violently as a "yes" escapes her mouth. I go slow at first, a lick to start, so she can get used to the contact. She gasps a little but immediately I hear a moan escape her. After a few strokes with my tongue, she cups my face, looks down at me and nods, going, "Take me in". . . and I do. She gasps loudly at the sudden full contact, but after a second, a full-voice moan escapes her. My mouth opens wider and I let my jaw drop so I can take more of her breast in my mouth. While I focus my mouth on one, my hand fondles with the nipple of her other one.
Once I'm done taking her breasts in my mouth, I ask, "Are you sure you want to do this? We can absolutely stop here if you want". "No, no. I need to feel this" she says. "I need you in me". And with that, her underwear is flung across the room. I don't even remember which direction I threw it.
I look up at her face from kissing her stomach, she smiles and nods. I then separate her legs, already seeing how wet she is. Oh. My. God. She's so beautiful. All of her. Her erect clit, her opening. All of it is gorgeous.
I carefully skim in labia with my finger, letting her get used to the contact. After I hear her moan "further", though, I gain access to her clit with my finger and tongue. A gasp of pleasure escapes her, I realize that this sound is one of my favorite things on the planet. I try moving my fingers and my tongue, playing with her erect bud. Her back arches in pleasure as I do so. God, shes so incredible.
After a minute or two of intense moans, she catches her breath and pants, "Okay, now. . . let me feel your tongue in me". I carefully move down from her clit to her most intimate part. I lick quickly, and the second I make contact, my ears fill with the loudest moan thus far. A giddy smile comes across my face as I think about how much this means to both of us, me being able to do this for her. Her first time.
I get her dangerously close to an orgasm with my tongue, but switch to two fingers to actually get her there. Yells and moans fill the room for a few minutes. I can feel her body tense around those two fingers, in waves, for a few minutes as her back arches more than it has all night. Once her adrenaline settles, I slowly withdraw my fingers.
All she can say as I lay next to her is, "I love you". And that is more than enough for me.
Chapter 8: Exes and Oh's
Summary:
The two girlfriends run into the infamous Natalie after one of Alex's food truck shifts.
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Molly POV:
Mine and Alex's relationship is stronger than ever. We've gone through those quintessential couple milestones, meeting the parents, 6 month anniversary, first school break together. . . along with more intimate things as well. Everything is perfect.
It's one of the few days during the week where I don't have class, so I swing by Alex's job at the food truck to see my girlfriend hard at work. She was promoted to manning (or should it be womaning?) the grill, so all I get to see until the end of her shift is her back. I mean, it's not too bad. Another reason to stare at her ass.
When she finishes her shift, she turns off the grill then turns to the front window, wiping a layer of sweat from her forehead. She'll need a shower when we get back to her apartment, but all I can think is how hard she works. She's so driven. It's ridiculously sexy.
Nothing could tear us apart right now, and I don't want to think about anything breaking us apart ever. I know that's dumb and naïve, but Alex and I just fit.
Alex POV:
As my shift at the food truck ends, I turn to face the window when I see my girlfriend sitting on the bench with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. I wonder what that's all about.
As I half the tips from the jar on the counter and step out of the truck, Molly comes up and gives me a greeting kiss. "I saw you as I turned around from the grill. You looked like someone had caught you doing something, everything okay?" I ask. "Ha, yeah. I was just, uh. . . checking out your ass" she whispers nervously. I arch my eyebrow, " Really?", I inquire. "Yeah, you working hard is really hot", she replies as she tucks her hair behind her ear flirtatiously. I put my arm around her shoulders, "Get me home, Parker. So I can wash up and let you know how sexy I think you are".
On our way to the car though, I hear someone shout my name like they were caught off-guard. "Alex?", and that voice sends panic coursing through my body.
Natalie.
I turn around pulling my arm out from around Molly's waist, facing that voice I know all too well. She looks exactly the same as she did six months ago, that need for control in her eyes. She squints at me but then her eyes flash towards Molly, sizing her up. Then recognition floods her face as she realizes what it means for the two of us to be here together.
"You're still with her? Wow, I thought by now you would've left her behind like the lost puppy she is" Natalie says in a stage whisper, trying to act like she doesn't want everyone to hear her.
My cheeks flush red, anger flooding my body. I'm so mad I can't find words, so I just stand there in front of Molly, trying to protect her from Natalie's words.
Instead of of letting me protect her though, Molly steps out from behind me ready to fight back. "You know what Natalie, you don't know Alex half as well as you think you do. You never took the time to actually get to know her, everything about her. All you cared about was her body and getting to control her. You don't get to be anything to her anymore. So, do yourself a favor and go find somebody else's life to fuck with."
God damn. I love Molly Parker.
Chapter 9: Library Sunset
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Molly POV:
It's just past 6 on a Thursday summer night, and I have Alex dragging me through the stacks of books in the Carnegie Library. The sun hasn't quite started to set yet.
"Why are we here? Where are you taking me?", I rasp out as I try to catch me breath as she still pulls me down the floor by my hand.
" Come on!" she yells. "Don't you trust me?"
I finally give in as she rounds the corner of one of the shelves and heads toward the wall. She pulls out Pride and Prejudice from the shelf beside her like she knew exactly where to find it, and sits herself against the wall; one knee bent up and her other leg outstretched right in front.
She taps her outstretched leg playfully, signalling me to lay my head there. And I do.
As my girlfriend starts reading, I get lost in her words. Her voice is so calming, they had an almost raspy quality to them, which was very attractive.
"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." She looked down at me with that look in her eyes of the most love and lust I have ever seen from another person.
I sit myself up from her leg, my face inches from hers. She closes the book around her thumb as our faces grow closer. We both close our eyes slowly as our lips inch closer to one another. Both our breathes hitch in our throats.
There's a pause for a few moments as we stare intently at each other, but then all thought dissipates as our lips smash into one another. The feeling is so intense that neither of us breathe for a minute or two, eventually we come up gasping for breath. We spend a while doing that, don't know how long. The sun has set slowly below the windows.
Alex POV:
I think this night was one of our best yet, just the two of us alone with each other.
It started out with me reading Pride and Prejudice as Molly lay on my leg, but eventually that gave way to an intense make-out session in the middle of the closed Carnegie library.
Neither of us pay any attention to how long we've been there, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is the two of us.
Time jump: next morning, 8am
The sun shining through the windows of the library wakes me up. Molly has her head on my shoulder, sleeping so peacefully.
But ten I realize that if the sun is shining it must be morning and that means. . .
"Molly, wake up! We gotta go, come on!"
"Huh? What's wrong?" she moans as I shake her awake.
" It's 8am, we're late for class, we fell asleep here last night." Her eyes widen as a panic spreads across her face. She shoots up from her sleeping position, grabs my hand and bolts the both of us out of the library.
By the time we get to Lit class, we're 15 minutes late but neither of us care enough to stop giggling as we bust through the doors and everyone's heads turn to look at us. I plop down into my seat, Molly sitting in her normal seat next to me. Right where she belongs. Our hands don't let go of each other the whole class, right underneath the desks. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. I think I found my person.
Chapter 10: Art Gala Redo
Summary:
For their one year anniversary, the girls decide to go back to the gala.
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Alex POV:
It's been a year since Molly and I got together that night at the student art gala, and things are going better than I ever could've imagined. We have such a connection, she understands me better than anyone I've ever met. God I love her.
Anyway, to celebrate our anniversary we decided to somewhat recreate the night we got together. We're going to the art gala.
Molly has seen me in formal dress before, but not how I'm dressing tonight. Tonight, I'm wearing a black pantsuit with a white dress shirt underneath. Although, maybe I should've just worn the jacket by itself. Not sure how sexy I'd want to be.
That red dress she wore a year ago was gorgeous on her, but it wasn't Molly. This year, she's in a sleek black dress with a slightly squared neckline. It's more her than what she wore last time, definitely.
We're gonna go and make fun of all the art, since Molly mentioned most of them looked like kindergartners made them, and that one of them even looked like butt cheeks.
While on our way over in her car, Molly's stomach growls. "Do you wanna stop and get something to eat before we go?", I ask. She gives me a shy smile like she didn't want to being it up or say anything. But we stop at 7-11 anyway, grabbing bags of chips and mini donuts.
We start munching in the car, but then head into the art show with our snacks in toe.
As we go through the several rooms of crappy art pieces, we laugh our ass off and munch loudly on our snacks. "This is way more fun than last year", Molly whispers through bouts of laughter.
We run through the art rooms and the gallery, spilling snack food on the floor. We don't care, though.
Chapter 11: Summer Lovin'
Summary:
The first summer of their relationship, Alex's POV.
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Alex POV:
I am walking out of my last class of the school year. Summer starts now.
I'll be helping Jim with the food truck a lot more now that school is over with, he's been giving me more to do lately anyway. Like, he lets me run the grill occasionally instead of just standing at the window taking orders and serving customers. Although, that means Jim has to interact with customers. . . so I tend to just stick with the window.
Anyway, Molly and I's relationship is stronger than ever. So much so that we plan on getting a dorm to share next year. She was stuck in a single this year, but after we got together she rarely spent time in there at all.
And I mean, Heather is a nice roommate, but she and I just don't interact much. And besides, in a lesbian relationship once you reach 6 months you are likely to move in together pretty quickly. And we've waited more than that long. Our 8-month anniversary is coming up soon.
I just. . . can't imagine myself with anyone besides Molly. Her and I just fit. Sure, she is a control freak and loves organization while I am a hot mess, but there's something about what we have. She understands me better than anyone I've ever known. I've never had that with anyone. Not like this.
We spend the rest of the day is spent at the coffee shop in the library as we drink our coffees, then in the middle of the stacks of books as I read to Molly while she lays her head on my lap. When it gets dark, we go back to my apartment and spend the night wrapped in each others arms, listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
It hits me as I listen to her breathing, this is what summer love is. But for us it's not just summer love. It's all the seasons. But with all this time we get to spend together now, it's perfect. Summer lovin'. . . I get it now.
Chapter 12: Move In Day
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Molly POV:
Today's the day, Alex and I will finally be living together after a year of being a couple. I mean, it makes sense. We basically spend every minute together anyway.
Both of us are moving out of our places since my dorm was a single and Alex wants a fresh start in a new place without all the memories of her mom's drunken phone calls and Heather's silent treatment. Besides, I don't like the thought of her living with anyone else.
We were able to get into one of the dorms in my original building so it wasn't too bad on my part. Although, getting all the boxes up into the elevator was a challenge with my miniature stature.
I just can't wait to live with her.
Alex POV:
As I push the cart of boxes filled with my belongings down the hall to the elevator, the only thing filling my brain besides how stupid I was to try and do this all in a single trip is 'I can't believe I get to live with my girlfriend. My girlfriend, I can't believe it.
I mean, do you know how crazy this is for me? Granted, all of this has been crazy; saying "I love you" to her in the library that night, actually committing to a relationship, everything. And most surprising, I'm not scared. It just feels so right.
-Time Skip-
By the end of the day, the whole room is set up with everything in it's place. Molly still has that knack for organization. I keep reminding her that I probably will never be able to get things looking the same as how it does at the moment, but then relent and let her just do her thing. Whatever makes her happy.
Molly POV:
Once Alex brings up all her stuff and starts unpacking, I get started organizing. We set up our dorm with one side for each of us, but we'll basically share everything anyway.
She spends most of the time unpacking all the boxes as I take the stuff and put it into it's place. She keeps reminding me that it will never look like this again on her part, but I decide to ignore it and she just gives up eventually. We're done in a few hours.
I take a step back joining her in the the doorway to take a look at the room as a whole. Perfect. Our own little place.
Chapter 13: Cat or Dog Lesbians?
Summary:
The two girlfriends have differing opinions on what pet to get when they have their own place.
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Molly POV:
At this point, we've been together long enough to know that after college we're gonna live together. We love each other. This is forever.
Anyway, a thought popped into my head one day after John's intermediate fiction class. "When we move out and into our own place, what kind of cat do you want?" My girlfriend meets me with the most shocked face I've ever seen on her.
Alex POV:
I cannot believe the words that just came out of Molly's mouth. Cats? Why? Dogs are clearly the better pet. Cats are just grumpy, attitudinal hairballs. With dogs, get someone to play with, talk to and cuddle with, and they're just adorable.
She can't be serious though, right?
Molly POV:
Okay I'll admit, when I asked the question earlier I didn't think we'd still be debating it at 10:30 that night. Clearly, we have differing opinions on the better pet and which one we will have in our shared home.
I argue that cats are less maintenance and basically take care of themselves. I mean, they even clean themselves! With dogs you have to give them baths every week and gst their fur trimmed regularly.
Alex is putting up a good counterargument though. I mean, dogs are more energetic, playful, and you can take them places.
But Leonard back home was way too much for me growing up. He was huge, slobbered all over everything, tracked dirt into the house, would bark loud enough to shake the house's foundation, it was all just a lot for me. I don't think I could take that in my own house, even if it is with Alex.
Alex POV:
I see where she's coming from, but it doesn't have to be like that. We can get a smaller dog, one that doesn't weigh 100 pounds and doesn't shake the foundation with it's barking. I know from her stories about childhood that having such a big dog was a lot for her.
But things can be different now. She doesn't have to be scared of anything. She shouldn't be. She should be able to enjoy where and how she lives.
I can see in her eyes that her argument is starting to falter. She knows that she can voice her concerns and we can figure it out together. She knows that whatever she'd need out of me or whatever else in life, she can ask for it now. I'm glad she's starting to realize it.
Molly POV:
It's after midnight but we're still up talking about this. Alex called a time out on the argument and took my hand in hers, staring into me with a look of only love and kindness and willingness to listen.
So I take a deep breath and I tell her again how scary it was for me growing up with a dog that could pummel me. I ask if we could just get a smaller dog, one that's more manageable.
Before I've even finished getting the question out, Alex has already agreed and is scrolling through pictures of different small dog breeds.
I guess that's that. We're getting a dog in our house when we move out of the dorms. We're dog lesbians now.
Chapter 14: Graduation
Summary:
We pick up after a two and a half year time jump. Graduation day
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*2.5 year time jump*
Molly POV:
The day every college student waits for. . . graduation. It's finally here. I never would've imagined my life this way when I first started college. Alex being my girlfriend, her and I being English majors together, us moving into a house together in a few months. When I started college, I was sure I'd end up with Cora Myers, but I haven't thought about her in years. Things really did change.
It doesn't take long for me to get ready, mostly because I've been stressing out about this day for months and have every second planned. Alex, however, hasn't thought about today at all which explains why it takes her 2 hours to be ready to go. I've gotten used to it though, after being together for so long this has become our routine. She knows I plan out every second, so she never stresses about anything until right before it happens.
None of our classmates or fellow graduates will see our outfits under the cap and gown, but both we put together cute matching outfits for underneath. Sure, our friends will think it's cute, but the real reason is that these photos will be in our photo album for future generations. we want to look good in the pictures their kids and grandkids see.
"Alex, I swear to god you better be ready in 2 minutes or I'm leaving with the car and have you walk to the ceremony." I whine as the five minutes I gave Alex to get ready comes and goes. "Okay, okay. I'm just brushing my hair." she shouts from the communal bathroom mirror.
When we get to the venue, all the graduates get funneled through the narrow doors and get seated in the rehearsed order. People always say that big moments go by in the flash of an eye, but that's far from true for this moment. The ceremony seems to last forever. . . even though it's only 3 hours. The only time we really pay attention is when our row is pulled up on stage and our names are called. When Alex's name is called, I shout the loudest out of everyone. And she does the same from her seat by the time my name is called.
By the time it's all over and the caps have been tossed, the audience funnels out and we find Jordan and Kendall in the sea of black gowns. we all go to a celebration dinner with my whole family and Alex's mom.
The dinner lasts about 2 hours, with all of us graduates ordering drinks in celebration as all the rest of the people around us tell embarrassing stories. Mom tells of how I almost had a heart attack when I had to present in front of my first-grade class and Donna tells everyone how Alex once stole a lollipop from a convenient store when she was 5, having Donna try to pry it out of her whitened-knuckled grip.
Alex POV:
Since we've had a few drinks once they got back to their dorm, the one that we'll be kicked out of the next morning, we tumble into my bed as our lips collide in a fight to gain connection. The emotion of all the changes and being thrust into the future has us completely at each other's mercy.
Molly loves it when I kiss down her neck and start sighing, whispering sweet nothings into her skin. It doesn't take long for me to make her climax in loud, harsh breathes and moans as I rub her clit and keep two fingers in a steady rhythm inside her. I make sure to hold tightly onto my love as she comes down, shaking from the adrenaline. Eventually though, Molly is able to catch her breath and immediately turns to me and starts treating me to the same experience.
I love it when Molly gets all high and dominant, since I never see that side of her anywhere else. Molly knows my body like the back of her hand and knows just where to go the get the most pleasure out of me. I t doesn't take long for me to climax either, as Molly holds me gently through the aftershocks. Her soft hold on my body makes me feel loved and safe all the way down to my soul, it's so amazing. Even after more than two years of being together, our love has only gotten stronger.
The next stage in our lives will only bring more happiness as we'll watch each other's dreams come true.
Chapter 15: The Graduate Group
Summary:
An ice cream date to celebrate being college graduates
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Alex POV:
It's a few days after graduation, but we still have a day or so to move out of our dorm. Molly and I decided to hit the town today.
After heading to Ross Park mall and shopping for our new place, we both decided we needed ice cream.
I have thankfully gotten her to be more adventurous with her ice cream and frozen yogurt since we started dating. No more plain strawberry yogurt and Rice Krispies. Now her favorite is caramel froyo with brownie bites, cookie dough, and cheesecake bites.
I still tease her about getting the boba pearls because I know she thinks the texture is weird. Every time I put them in my bowl, she cringes just the tiniest bit. When we feed each other bites of the other's order I have to make doubly sure there aren't any sneaky boba in there. It's adorable.
We can spend hours just sitting and talking about anything and everything. Shd tells me about Noah's latest projects and how her parents are doing. She and her mom have been going to therapy to work through the generational trauma that ensued, and they work together to breakdown Beth's relationship with her Korean heritage. It seems to be going pretty well. She even wanted to try Bulgogi Boys last time the three of us came here together. Looks like a year of working at it has paid off.
There's not much to share on my end. My mom's been out of that rehab facility for 2.5 years and she's been sober ever since. She ended up getting that job at the diner in my old neighborhood and she says it's been going really well. All her coworkers love her, they invite her over to their house after work to hang out sometimes. Things seem to be going really well for her.
It doesn't take us long to finish our yogurt, but we sit there talking for a while. It feels so different to not have classes anymore and to know that the future is coming so soon. But it's nice too. To know we'll always have each other.
Chapter 16: Don't Be Suspicious
Summary:
A hangout with Kendall and Jordan with a secret being kept from Molly.
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Molly POV:
It's been 3 years since I moved out of that single, but I still make sure to keep in touch with Jordan and Kendall from down the hall. They still live in the same dorm together, they've remained besties. I think there's something else going on there but I don't want to pry. I know more than anyone how feelings can just sneak up on you and sometimes you just want to keep it to yourself for a while.
Today Alex and I are meeting up with the two of them to plan our housewarming party for when Alex and I move into our new place. It'll be my whole family and Donna of course, then the two of them and a bunch of other friends that we've met over the 4 years.
We plan to just order pizza and have drinks and of course, ice cream. No decorations because people will just want to admire the new house.
Believe it or not, it wasn't my idea to have this meeting just for a housewarming party. I could just plan it with Alex, but she wanted to meet up with Jordan and Kendall for it too. Not that I didn't want to hang out with them but why such a fuss about the party? I don't think we need more than just the two of us to plan it.
Chapter 17: The Next 5-Step Plan
Summary:
Alex, Kendall and Jordan's plan comes to light.
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Alex POV:
Okay so I admit, for a simple housewarming party we wouldn't need two other people to help us plan it. But for the real plan, I definitely need help.
I plan on proposing to Molly at our "housewarming party". I'll have her think she's planning it all, but then there will be a fake "emergency" from Jordan and Kendall that will whisk her away so the whole family can help me set up the proposal.
I'll do it right, with flowers and candles and twinkle lights. Everything she loves. Everyone she loves. And then when she gets back to the house I'll be standing there alone waiting while our friends and family are in another area of the house waiting to come congratulate us after she says yes. And, she will say yes.
We've already talked about our future and how we want to spend it with each other. Forever. Geez, sometimes I still can't believe Molly Parker gets me thinking all this sappy romantic shit.
But I love her.
Chapter 18: Just Say Yes, Will you?
Summary:
Jordan and Kendall put the plan in motion so that Alex can propose to Molly.
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Molly POV:
It's about 3 in the afternoon and people are supposed to get here around 5. Jesus, there's still so much to do! I've gotta go get the 10 pizzas from across town, and the huge ice cream tubs and toppings from the grocery store. The only thing that's ready right now is the house itself.
Well, mostly ready. There's still piles of boxes taller than either of us stuffed in the garage, but I can't focus on that now. It'll drive me to a panic attack if I think of everything that still needs to be done.
Alex has been running to the store all day long because I keep remembering things we need for the party. I've stayed here to make sure everything looks suitable to let people through that front door.
She's tried to calm me down and sit me down and take deep breathes, but every time she comes back from a grocery run, I'm right back in the same panicked state she left me. I feel so guilty for all the times she's had to help me through my panic attacks and dealt with my anxiety. But every time I feel that way, she can see it on my face, and she endlessly reassures me that she loves me, and she will never let me go through anything alone.
I'm gonna marry her. One day soon.
But I can't think about that now. . . The party is in an hour and a half!
Alex POV:
My maniac girlfriend is running me ragged for a (fake) housewarming party. Seriously, I've been to the grocery store 3 times in the last 2 hours. But at least it keeps her busy, so she doesn't have time to be curious about what I'm doing.
Everything is set, Jordan will call her with a made-up emergency that will keep her out of the apartment so I can set up all her favorite romance-y things for the perfect proposal. I have all the supplies hidden in the spare tire compartment in my car. Molly never looks in there, she leaves all the car stuff to me; She knows her way around motorcycles though from all the years watching her uncle restore Harley's. God, I love her.
Jordan sent the text that she'll put the plan in motion in the next few minutes, and that by the time I get back to the apartment I'll be alone to set everything up.
As I drive back to our new home and start setting up my surprise, I can't help but think of all the small moments we shared, as long as the big ones. Seeing her walk across that stage and receive her degree a few days ago will always be one of my best memories. And of course, our first kiss after a fight because of my asshole-ness, and when we confessed how we felt and said I love you between the stacks of books that night. I can still envision her stopping at the front of that isle with her heels clutched in her hand, breathless from running.
She really has changed me. It's for the better definitely, she opened me up to the world and all its happiness, she opened me up to hope and dreams. She was able to listen and be there for me when no one had before. She supported me in those dreams that I didn't think I could achieve. She helped me believe in myself. She's brought me out of my shell, showed me that I could open myself up ad hope and that I wouldn't always get myself hurt. That if she had anything to do with it, she wouldn't let me hurt at all.
And I think I do that for her too, reassure her every time she has panic attacks and stresses about me leaving her. It might get tiring for some people in reassuring someone that they are worthy of love, but I love doing that for her. Expressing my love to her, I'll never get tired of it.
Before I know it, I've set out the candles and roses in a path to where I'll be standing, and there's a knock at the door with all our close friends and family behind it. They all congratulate me even though nothing is official yet. I am nervous, not about whether or not she'll say yes, but about inviting all these people to come surprise her afterwards. She'll probably get overwhelmed with just the proposal and want to be alone just the two of us. But I don't want to kick out all our family and friends. And she's changed. She's come out of her shell. Maybe I'm just anxious about nothing. Yeah, that's probably it.
Molly POV:
Turns out, Kendall's emergency was one that she and Jordan could resolve on their own, but they convinced me to stay and chat for a while, even with my protests and insistences of needing to get back to continue setting up for the party. But they convinced me that Alex had it covered and said that I needed to just take a break for a little while, destress.
When it was half till 5, I finally convinced them I needed to get back to the apartment to get myself ready for the party. They let me go and I made my way on the 10-minute drive back to our new place. I sent a text to Alex letting her know I was on my way, and she sent me back an okay with a smiley face that I didn't think was too out-of-the-ordinary for a day like today. This was our next step, living together.
As I made my way to our door, I was prepared to walk in and see her standing in the kitchen setting out the pizzas and ice cream, but what I see instead stops me in my tracks. The room is dark, lit only by a candlelight path with roses leading to where Alex stood, in a black pantsuit.
My breathe hitches in my throat when I realize what's about to happen. It takes a few seconds for me to be able to move, but the whole time she looks at me with the most love in her eyes that I've ever seen. Once the feeling comes back into my body, I timidly step toward her, trying my hardest to memorize every second of this.
When I stepped close enough for her to hold my hand, she wrapped me in a hug and whispered in my ear, "You read for this?" In all honesty, I wasn't. I just wanted to stay in this moment for a little longer. "Can we just take a second?" I ask. She furrows her eyebrows but smiles, in that way she does when I ask something completely baffling to her. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you need. I'll be here." So, we just stand there swaying together for a few minutes as I wrap my brain around what's going to happen, we tell each other little jokes and laugh at how embarrassing we were when we first got together. Sharing this little moment together that no one else will know about. And that's when I know I'm ready. I take a deep breath. "Okay."
She smiles that big, bright, but sly smile and gets down on one knee, pulls out a tiny black box from her pocket, opens it and asks, "Will you marry me?" "I think that's well established already", I quip back at her. "Just say yes, will you?", she rolls her eyes jokingly. "Fine, of course I will." After we hug for a few seconds and she puts the ring on my finger, she whispers to me again, "So I kinda had everyone from the party hide in the hallway to come out and celebrate with us after. Is that okay?" She's been stressing about this, I can tell. "Babe, it's wonderful. All I want to do is gush to people right now.
Everyone came out giddy with congratulations, Mom and I gushed over the beauty of the ring, Dad clapped Alex over the shoulder, telling her she did good. Noah hugged both of us saying he couldn't be happier and knew from the moment I introduced the two that there was something there that wouldn't go away.
I'm the happiest I've ever been.
Alex POV:
SHE SAID YES!!
Chapter 19: Our New Favorite Word
Summary:
The morning after the proposal, they wake up in each other's arms. Right where they belong.
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Molly POV:
Okay, so I was completely caught off guard during Alex's proposal, had absolutely no idea that was going to happen. All that aside, it could not have been more perfect.
After all the guests from the fake housewarming had gotten all the congratulations out of their system at around 8, it was just me and Alex alone in our new home. The love we felt for each other that night was electric, so tangible. We spend a few minutes making out slowly, savoring the moments, but eventually the lust and love become too much, and we both pull at each other's clothes and basking in each other's hunger.
I'm not sure if it's because of the emotion running through both of us, or if it's the thought of the future, but this time reminds me so much of the first time we did this together. We were both so nervous and excited, just wanting each other the whole time, holding each other close. We stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring each other, pleasuring one another, until about midnight. We fall asleep like we always do, her arms around my waist, hugging me close.
Alex POV:
Last night was the best night of my life. I made Molly my fiancé and we stayed close and pleasured each other all night. After tiring ourselves out after I don't even know how many rounds, we fell asleep at midnight, with my arms around her waist pulling her close. I always get the best night's sleep with her close like this, in my arms.
As the sun peeks through the sheer curtains in our room, I lift my head up to check what time it is. 8 AM on a Saturday. Nothing to do for the rest of the day except enjoy life with my fiancé. Fiancé, I love that. I lay my head back down on the pillow, snuggling into her hair, letting the smell of her lemon shampoo waft over me.
Because this is my definition of heaven, I don't bother keeping track of how much time goes by before she stirs awake, flipping over to look at me. "Hi." she says in her adorably quiet morning voice. "Why hello, fiancé." I reply with a smirk. She scrunches her face up with a giggle at the sound of me words. "That's incredible" she says, taking a deep breath.
We scoot a little closer together, so our foreheads are touching, just taking in everything that's happened and that our future starts now. "Fiancé, love that word." she whispers, and I am so grateful that I am the only one to hear it.
Chapter 20: Fiance vs Girlfriend
Summary:
They both gush about how good it feels to be engaged.
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Molly POV:
I didn't realize how different it would feel to be engaged to Alex. I always thought it wouldn't change how I felt, but it really does. There's no way to explain it, to know that we're planning our party to vow love until the end of time. There's something about that, it just makes everything better.
I mean, being her girlfriend in the first place was the best thing that had ever happened to me, but this takes the cake now. I really can't explain why or how it's different, it shouldn't be. I mean, we've always planned on spending forever together. It's just the first step in our 'Forever Plan'.
Alex POV:
I can't put my finger on what's different now that we're engaged. It's not that we don't get along, if anything, its the opposite. Our love is stronger than ever. Our connection is so tangible.
Every time I catch a glimpse pf that ring on her finger, the one that I put there, I can't help but dream of the rest of our lives. She keeps telling me that she's going to return the favor soon and propose to me with a ring, but every time I insist she doesn't need to make it a big deal. But maybe there's a part of me that wants all the fuss of a romantic proposal, even if I already did it for her.
The wedding planning phase hasn't started yet, we want to enjoy just being fiancés for a little while. But we're not worried about it anyway, we've been piecing parts of it together for a few years here and there. That's what happens when you know from the get-go that she is your endgame.
I never opened up to anyone like this before her. And that's what different. I was able to open up for the first time with her. And I feel an even stronger sense of knowing now that there's a ring on her finger. It just says "She's mine."
Chapter 21: My Turn (Molly)
Summary:
Since Alex was the first one to propose, it's Molly's turn now.
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Molly POV:
*Sunday afternoon*
Look, I know Alex said she didn't want to make a big deal out of getting her ring, but she made it special for me, so I want to return the favor. But it'll be different than her proposal, more her. So of course, the first place that came to mind was the Carnegie Library. I know it's a lot further than just the foyer of our apartment, but this was our place before that.
This is where she opened up to me, where I got to see her. It's perfect. And a quote from 12th Knight, the first book we read in John's English class. I remember that first day when I busted through the doors of the lecture hall, late, because she wouldn't tell me where to go. When I saw her a few rows in front of me, I remember thinking, "Oh, my god. This bitch."
All I ever wanted in life was to find the person to live happily ever after with. When I met Alex the first time, she was the furthest thing from that happily ever after. But now, she is my fairytale ending. God, I am sappy.
Anyway, my plan is to send her a text to meet me at the library on Saturday night to just reminisce. Little will she know that I have a whole thing planned out. I'll replay the night of our fake date. Stand in front of the library waiting for her, drag her running through the stacks up the second floor, and then in the same isle where we stopped the first time will be a copy of Twelfth Night, opened to a highlighted passage about love. She'll go up to read it, and I'll be behind her down on one knee with a ring. It's perfect.
{Time skip to Saturday afternoon}
Alex is still at work at the publishing firm, she doesn't get off today until 5. The sun will just be setting, it'll make the library light up with the golden rays. It'll be gorgeous.
I reserved the second floor of the library just for us. Alumni get discounted prices to rent it out for special occasions and I knew it'd be perfect; all I have to do now is set up. Not that there's much to set up anyway. It's not as elaborate as her proposal to me. It doesn't require candles or rose petals or a fake party to distract her. It's simple. Just about us.
{Time skip to 5pm}
I pick her up from her office and start driving back towards Pitt when Alex questions it. "Where are we going? Home is the other way." "I know, but I want to watch the sunset from the library." She doesn't fight it; I know she loves the library sunsets just as much as I do.
When we park the car and are in front of the library, I jog past her just a little harkening back to what happened that night all those years ago. "C'm here" I say, barely above a whisper. A huge smile spreads across her face as she grabs a hold of my hand and I start leading her through the library. We both giggle to ourselves, her just along for the ride and me being so excited for the next few minutes.
As we slow to a stop at the top of the staircase, she and I walk side by side. She skids to a stop at the sight of a book open at the start of one of the isles, the one she took me into that night. She recognizes it immediately, gaping at the highlighted text of her favorite book.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
When she turns around, I'm already down on one knee with her ring in my hand. Her eyes are coated in tears as she looks down at me. Her face is filled with shock and love. This image will stay in my heart forever, until the Earth gets swallowed by the Sun and there are no more people left to remember anything. I will still remember this.
"Molly" she croaks out from between her tears.
"Alex, will you marry me?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.
"I think that's well established already" she jokes back just as I did during her proposal.
"That's a yes?"
"Of course."
I slip the ring onto her finger, and we enjoy the sunset and the night sky view from the library window for the rest of the night. Mission accomplished.
Chapter 22: Rough Day
Summary:
Alex experiences homophobia at her first day of work since the proposal. But as always, Molly is there.
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Alex POV:
Monday. Molly's proposal was on Saturday, so today is the first day at work with an engagement ring to show for this new phase in our relationship. I generally enjoy working at the small publishing firm in town, even if it is just a desk job.
No one really knows me personally there; they all have their own groups that I haven't been able to fit into yet. But Linda, the front desk lady catches a glimpse of my ring when I step out of the elevator and starts gushing over it.
This is what I was nervous about. No one knows I am a lesbian. No one knows my fiancée is a woman.
"Oh, my god! Everyone, come here! Alex got engaged!" she screams across the floor. All the women from the nearby cubicles come flocking over to gawk at my ring and start asking how it happened. I don't want to tell them because I'm unsure how they'll react, but they weigh me down with all their peppering and I start gushing to them.
"Wel, I proposed first, and she said yes. It was so magical! I mean, we had been planning our wedding for forever, but just taking this first step felt incredible. I-- "
I get cut off when I realize all the disgusted expressions on my coworkers' faces. Oh shit.
They don't even say anything, just start glaring at me and swiftly walking away. Just great.
I hang my head as I plop down into my desk chair, trying not to look at anyone. This is not how I wanted today to go. The rest of the day goes by miserably, stink eyes and disappointment and disgust painted all over people's faces as I pass back the proofread articles to the editor.
When I get to his office, Mr. Ozman, the editor, is standing looking out the window behind his desk. When he hears my footsteps approach, he swings his body to face the door, then his face shifts from wonder to a sympathetic knowing. "Hey, Blackwood." he calls in a soft tone. "Hello." I say, wondering what he's going to say. "Congratulations on the engagement, I hope she's as happy as you are." I swing my face up, my eyes wide at the fact he knows I am a lesbian. Oh no, what's he going to do?
His face shifts back to that sympathetic knowing, further confusing me. He can clearly tell my confusion because he huffs out a laugh, taking a seat at his desk and gesturing me to take the seat on the other side of it. "You know, I get your apprehension about coming out to the whole company. When I did it, everyone had the same reaction."
At this point, my mouth is on the floor. He's gay? Holy shit.
Still, it doesn't make that shitty feeling any better. If anything, it makes it worse. He came out to them years ago and their reactions haven't changed since.
{Time Skip to 5pm}
I clomp up the stairs to our apartment, slumping onto the couch the moment I enter. Molly is at the kitchen table working on writing her book on her computer when she looks up to see the absolute defeat plastered on my face. "Babe, what happened?" She comes around the couch, stroking my hair, lying next to me.
"They're all homophobic. Even when my boss came out years ago, they reacted the same way. Nothing's changed." "Oh honey, it's okay. C'mere. Listen to me, they don't matter. What matters is our love."
We lay there for a while, Molly comforting and reassuring me that the only thing that matters is the love we feel. Others don't matter, not them anyway. The ones that do matter, they support us.
I can always depend on Molly to lift me out of the holes I dig around myself during the rough days.
Chapter 23: Flashback: First Thanksgiving
Summary:
Molly's family has Alex over for their first Thanksgiving as a couple.
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Molly POV:
It's been 2 months of Alex and I dating, and I couldn't be happier. But now comes the scary part, meeting the parents. Well, she's already met my mom but Dad's a different story. And to make matters worse, it's at a holiday dinner. God, why did Mom think this was a good idea? I should've gotten us out of it! But it's too late now.
I park the car in the driveway of my childhood home. This is it, our first holiday together. This is the first time Alex will meet my dad. Oh god, I hope he doesn't go too overboard with his dry jokes.
It'll be fine. I hope.
I look over to Alex in the passenger's seat next to me. She's chewed off the polish on her nails, is bobbing her knee up and down, and there's currently a stark resemblance to a deer caught in headlights. Who would've thought the way through her witty, suave exterior would be to take her to meet my parents?
"Hey, don't worry. Dad will love you, especially since you've already won over Mom and Noah." I say, trying to comfort her. She looks my way and gives me a nervous smile. I tightly grab a hold of her hand as an act of reassurance. "Ready?" She takes another deep breath, lets it out and firmly nods.
Noah and my parents are already at the door, Noah giving me a knowing smirk. He's definitely enjoying this. My mom gives Alex a bone-crushing hug, gushing about how she knew we'd end up together. "Mom!" I groan, she has to embarrass me even before we step through the house.
My dad has a stern look on his face, taking in Alex. He reaches out his hand to introduce himself and, to my surprise, Alex is back to her smooth demeanor. "Good to meet you, Mr. Parker. Your daughter is the best person I've ever met, I couldn't be more grateful." That seems to put a smile on his face and ease his apprehension.
And as if he sensed the ice needed more breaking, Leonard comes busting through the gap between my parents and starts tackling me with kisses. "Leonard! Oooooh, I missed you so much, bud!" He gets off me for a millisecond and starts towards Alex, who is caught off guard and topples over. "Oh my goodness! Hi, Leonard! I'm Alex. Good to know I have your approval already."
"Uh guys, if we spend any more time on introductions, the meal Mom spent all day cooking will be ruined. Let's EAT!" Noah prods, he's always ready to chow down.
When we all take our seats, Alex's eyes are wide as saucers. I don't think I've ever seen her so happy-- well, that's a lie, but still.
My parents grill her on being my girlfriend and her plans for her major, as well as our post-college plans. She seems like she's planned an answer for every question they could possibly throw her way.
"I'm switching my major to English, Molly convinced me to do what I'm passionate about."
"Our relationship has been incredible so far. We've grown a lot together already. She's opened up my heart again and I think I've shown her that the world doesn't have to be so scary."
"I don't think we're ready to make plans for our future just yet. We'll get there though, I'm sure of it."
Dad seems to be warming up to her with every question. That's a good sign. Maybe this wasn't the worst idea after all. But the night's not over yet.
"So Alex", my dad starts. Oh god. "You've gotten to know Molly's family. What about yours? When will we get to meet your parents?"
My hand is like a vice grip on the tablecloth, I shoot her a panicked look and she reciprocates for a split second before giving me a soft 'I got this' look. She wipes her mouth on her napkin, clearing her throat and responds with "Well, my family is a little more complicated. My mom is in a rehab facility in Erie, I finally convinced her to go during the last days of September. My dad left when I was in high school because her drinking was so bad. But, Mom's recovering nicely. I don't think she'll be up to meeting new people outside the program for a while though, she just needs to focus right now."
Wow, this is huge. She's opening up to them. About this, too. She's the most incredible person I've ever met.
The night goes on after that, my parents sympathizing with Alex about her mom's drinking, but most of it is fits of uncontrollable laughter as we all share embarrassing stories and bond. It's the best feeling.
Alex POV:
I opened up about my family when her parents asked, and it wasn't nearly as bad or uncomfortable as I thought it was going to be. They don't pity me or look down at it. I'm glad.
When she and I finally head upstairs to her old room for the night, her dad jokingly shouts up the stairs "Keep that door open, no making babies in this house!" Molly cringes. "Dadddddd!" I chuckle, closing the door.
The moment I hear the knob fall into place, I let out the biggest sigh in my life. Molly looks at me confused but before she can ask anything, I start rambling. "God, do you think they really liked me? Do they think I'm good enough? And Noah, I mean he said we were good for each other, but that was before we were together. Maybe he just meant we were good friends? what if he thinks I'm not good enough to be with you? I can't handle if your family doesn't like me, because I'm never letting you go!"
"Woah babe, you are seriously spiraling! Come here, sit with me." She pats the bed beside her for me to sit. I do. "Now, I have to ask. Are you really so blind that you think they don't like you? That they don't love you? Noah was whispering to me all night about how he better be in the wedding party when we get married and Mom was gushing about us moving in together after college and helping us decorate. And my dad may not be the easiest man to read for emotions, but trust me. He was just pulling your tail with those questions of the future. He loves you. He's never laughed at Noah's girlfriend introductions like he was cracking up tonight. Everyone loves you. I love you."
I know we had said it when we had gotten together, but hearing it more often makes me melt. She loves me. And I love her. I'm never letting go of her. She's stuck with me.
Chapter 24: Wedding Planning
Summary:
The two fiances plan their big day, but there's not much to really plan.
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Molly POV:
We both knew we didn't want a huge wedding with hundreds of guests and thousands of dollars spent on things we wouldn't remember. We want it to be small and cozy with just our close friends and family to enjoy the moment.
Alex and I agreed that we didn't even want bridal parties, that all we needed for the ceremony was an officiant. I knew the perfect person for the job.
John, our English professor from freshman year, had become very invested in our relationship when we were his students and even after. He was so happy to hear we moved in together and got engaged. He was one of those people who could tell even before we did that there was something between us. He was the perfect person to officiate.
We planned the ceremony for fall, with the crisp chill of a Pittsburgh winter on the horizon. We chose September 1, since that was the day we met 4 years ago.
Alex POV:
Our wedding planning wasn't really planning at all. It was just agreeing on everything until there was nothing else.
Although, it did surprise me when Molly suggested having John officiate. But after thinking about it more in depth, it made sense. That was the class where we fell in love. He watched it happen. Perfect.
The venue we settled on is a little park, inside a room with rows of windows. It was perfect. Simple, with a view of the outside, natural sunlight coming through.
Molly and I both found our wedding outfits pretty quickly. We didn't go with the tradition of not seeing each other's ensembles before the wedding, we literally went shopping together.
At first I thought I would want a pantsuit type of outfit since I'm maybe a little more masc than Molly. But after a few disappointing tries at finding one, I realized I wanted a dress too.
We wanted to compliment each other's dresses so Molly went with a short sleeved slim fit lace dress, while I ended up choosing an A-line gown with long sleeves that also had lace. They perfectly complimented each other.
I guess that's all the planning we need.
Chapter 25: Before the Wedding
Summary:
The morning of the wedding, we see what both women are up to and how they handle the big day.
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Molly POV:
6:30am
I'm already up and freaking out even though the ceremony isn't until 6 o'clock tonight.
Okay, maybe freaking out is the wrong way to describe it. I'm just so excited to start this new adventure with her. So excited, in fact, that I had to take a Melatonin pill to be able to sleep last night. It worked, but I'm still up this early.
There's not much to do really, so I spend the morning making sure to do things for myself. I do my skincare routine, have a nice healthy breakfast, even took Leonard on a walk (I stayed at my parent's house last night).
Mom, of course, was fussing all morning about whether or not there were still things that needed to be done, or choosing between every single outfit in her closet. Dad, as usual, was trying to get her to calm down by way of his dry sense of humor. Noah came by around noon to have lunch with all of us before I had to start getting ready.
I was so nervous the whole day, I tried to eat and go about my day as normally as possible so as to not freak out, but it didn't help much. I had written down my vows a few days ago and have been going through them in my head the whole day, trying to get it out perfectly.
The dress is hung up in my childhood closet, so I take it out and put it on a hanger behind my door. My shoes, accessories and makeup are laid across my desk ready to be shuffled off the the venue. There's the piece of paper with my vows written out in blue ink, folded up.
I drive myself there, I want my parents and Noah to just enjoy the ceremony and not have to be stuck there all day. Besides, I think this time to myself is good; before all the chaos of the day starts it's good to have a calm space.
When I get there, put all of my stuff into another room just to the side of where the ceremony will be. There's a vanity in the middle of the room, with windows filling one wall completely. At least with the natural sunlight I'll be able to do my makeup better.
The ceremony is in 3 hours, I have my makeup done and now I'm sitting at the vanity trying to perfect my vows. My makeup is just light coverage foundation, a dot of concealer, a little bit of blush, mascara, even wings of black eyeliner, and then a light nude lipstick. I've learned how to actually do my makeup over the last few years. Alex taught me most of it, especially about getting my eyeliner even. I wouldn't be anywhere without her.
Then Mom comes in to help get me into my dress and put on my other accessories. I'm still running through my vows in my head, cringing slightly at myself, trying to figure out how to say everything. I just love you her so much.
Even before I knew I loved you, I was falling for you. When you fell on your ass the first time at th skating rink, I loved you. When you kissed me between the stacks of books in the library, I loved you.
Ugh! I don't know how I will possibly get it all out! But I have to try.
Alex POV:
I know Molly is usually the one with anxiety and usually I'm the one to help her out of it, but I'm seriously freaking out here! I slept at our place since my mom's place is only one bedroom. Molly wanted to sleep separately last night to make it even more exciting when we finally see each other. She was right about that, she is about most things.
My dress is hung up in our closet, my makeup is packed in a travel bag along with my other accessories. I make my way to the venue at around 3, telling my mom to meet me there. I pile all my stuff into my car, a small blue Toyota Camry. The drive is only 10 minutes from our place, so it takes Mom a little while longer to get there. I don't go in without her though, I can't stomach these nerves without her beside me.
"Hey, my baby." She comes up to my window as I open the door to meet her. She embraces me in one of those bear hugs that I missed so much when she wasn't clean. I'm so glad she's able to experience these things now. It wouldn't feel right without her.
As she pulls away, she says "Okay, I'll go scout the path to your room and make sure Molly won't see you." God, she cares so much about Molly that sometimes I feel left out when I'm around the two of them. "Coast is clear!" She yells back at me from the front doors.
I make my way inside, taking the time to memorize every detail of this place. I want to be able to remember every inch of this place, to have it in my mind forever. I catch a glimpse of the room where our ceremony will be, in just a few hours. The windows that go all the way up to the high ceilings, how the sunlight shines in, it's perfect.
When I get to my room just off the ceremony space, (Yes, she and Molly are just a room away from each other) I hang my dress up near the window so it won't wrinkle. There's a vanity with a mirror in the middle of the room, so I can do my makeup. I can do it on my own, I want to keep it simple with just foundation, a little bit of concealer, some blush then eyeliner, mascara and lipstick.
Memories flash through my mind of helping Molly learn to do her makeup. She told me about the party the night we met and how she had cried in the bathroom after getting hit in the face with a ping pong ball (I tried not to laugh). She told me about how she tried to use Kristen's foundation, realizing right away that it was way too light for her.
Before I know it, my mom comes in to help me put on my accessories and my dress. This is it.
I know Molly is freaking out about her vows, as she tends to do, but that's the one part that I'm not nervous about. There's so much love in my heart that sometimes I feel it could burst.
Our moms then coordinate when we come out of our rooms since we wanted to see each other all fancy. We wanted to have a moment just for us.
"Okay, both of you close your eyes and walk out."
I can hear Molly whispering to herself "Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip". It brings a huge grin to my face just hearing her voice.
"Open your eyes in three, two, one"
Chapter 26: The Way She Looks
Summary:
The first time the two of them see each other before they walk into the cermony
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"Open your eyes in 3. . .2. . .1"
Molly POV:
She looks. . . I don't have the words. Gorgeous, stunning, angelic, sexy, hot. . . beautiful.
Her hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail and her makeup highlights her natural beauty without masking anything. And I notice she's taken off her rings. Huh.
Her dress fits her perfectly. It's got long lace sleeves to reinforce how tall she is, and an a-line skirt. It's perfect. She looks perfect.
I can't take my eyes off her.
Alex POV:
She looks like a goddess. I can't believe this is who I get to spend my life with.
She's stunning. Her dress has short sleeves and a slimmer fit skirt. Her makeup is beautifully done, complimenting her natural beauty and not erasing anything. It brings out her beauty instead of making it into something else.
"You don't have on your rings?" She inquires. "Nope, the only ring going on these hands now is yours." I see her face melt at that.
I can't tell who takes the first step, but in an instant we're in each other's arms. We stay enveloped together, silent, foreheads together, swaying a little. Just trying to grasp every second.
"You ready?" I whisper, barely audible. She separates from me ever so slightly so she's looking into my eyes. "More than I'll ever be."
Hand in hand, we head down the isle to meet our professor at the back of the room. Our families are there watching us take these steps into our future together, with love in their eyes. Their all mixed up, no one's picking sides. We're all family.
Chapter 27: I Now Pronounce You. . . Wives!
Summary:
The ceremony, but neither of them really pay attention to what's being said.
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Alex POV:
Here we are, standing in front of our friends and family, and our professor, getting married. Do you know how crazy that sounds?
I never, in my wildest dreams, thought I'd be living a life like this. I thought 4 years ago that my life would be spent doing surgery or in a doctor's office being miserable, but making enough money for me and my mom. That's all my life was ever going to be. Until Molly.
She got my heart beating again after being shut down for so long. And I couldn't be happier.
Looking into her eyes, the whole speech Jon is giving turns into faint buzzing in the background. I wish I could telepathically communicate with her, I'd be telling her how incredible she's made my life. I wish it could just be for the two of us. But, I do want my family here.
I just can't stop staring at her. Geez, in a few minutes she'll be my wife. My wife. Sounds insane, and amazing.
Jon clears his throat, pulling me back down to reality. He's looking at me with his eyebrows raised in a question. Oh, shit. Vows, right.
I shake my head a bit to get my mind thinking clearly. Here goes nothing.
I didn't know it at the time, but going to a party with two new girls the night before my first day of college was the best decision I'd ever make in my life. We definitely didn't get along at first, but through a plan to help you date a different girl, I realized I was falling for you. I had never fallen for anyone before. Before you my life was going to be filled with misery, becoming a doctor just because of how much it paid. But you woke something in me, telling me to chase my dreams. You made my heart beat again. And here we are. Molly, you are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Our lives may not always be sunshine and rainbows or like the romance novels we read together, but I can promise you I will do everything in my power to bring a smile to your face. Every day for the rest of my life.
She places the ring on my finger, gently sealing in my vows. This is it.
Molly POV:
I can't take my eyes off her. Here she is, standing in front of all the people who mean the most to us. I can't believe we're here.
Listening to her vows, I get lost in her words. The sound of her voice calms me like nothing else in existence. What she says about letting her heart beat again, it's the same way she made me feel. The way she makes me feel.
I used to be so nervous about everything, but she came into my life and made it all make sense.
After I place the ring on her finger, sealing in her vows, it's time for me own.
Alex, you are my heart. My life isn't worth living if I don't get to go through it with you by my side. I used to be so nervous about everything in life. But when you came in, you made all the noise go away, so that it would just be you and me. In the library that night 4 years ago, everything fell away between the stacks of books. That's when I knew I loved you. As you said, our life isn't going to consist of rainbows and unicorns, but I will try my hardest every single say to see that big bright smile spread across your face. You smiling is the greatest thing in the world to me. Your laugh is my favorite song. I will love you until the world is no longer and the gods above cease. I will love you forever.
She slips the ring onto my finger as Jon starts talking again about how he sanctifies this marriage, yadda, yadda, yadda.
"I know pronounce you wives. You may kiss your bride"
That electric pulse I felt that night in the library is here in this moment, but infinitely stronger. The kiss is delicate, no tongue, just soft lips and each of us smiling into it. I wouldn't fight it if that moment just lasted forever.
Chapter 28: That Night (pt. 1)
Summary:
Their wedding night starts out steamy, but they can't help but giggle.
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Alex POV:
I can't get her close enough, she's never close enough. We're tumbling into our hotel room, bodies pressed up against each other and she's still not close enough. I grab at handfuls of her hair, roam my hands up and down her body.
It just feels so different now. It's as if we both know we are going to be together for the rest of forever, but we want to be as close as possible throughout that process. And sometimes that'll include cuddling or just holding hands, hell, even jus being with each other. But right now, I want to fuck my wife out of her mind. Woah, she's my wife. This is real. Holy crap.
She's got her back to the rest of the room, my back is turned towards the door. She takes my hair out from it's design while kissing me, the feeling of her hands through my hair sending moans pouring out of me. She knows having her play with my hair is a turn-on. She knows everything about me. And that's a comfort, it's all I'll ever need. Her fingers slide from the top of my head down to the back of my neck to undo my necklace. When she moves away from kissing to clasp it back together and out of the way, I can't help but admire the woman in front of me.
It's so simple, our life together. We spend days writing papers and articles and books for different publishers, even writing our own things for fun together. We do everything together. The thought of ever doing things apart is like driving a knife through your heart, my stomach sinks at the thought of our lives being separate.
But then her mouth is on mine again, hungry for love. But I pull back just like she had, undoing her necklace and her hair just as she did with me a moment ago. After putting her necklace down next to mine, I go to pull myself out of my dress sleeves, but Molly beats me to it. Slow as molasses, she carefully pulls my sleeves down. She can't take her eyes off what her hands are doing on my body, and I can't take my eyes off her. I begin doing the same, unzipping her dress and getting her short sleeves off her shoulders. We just stand there for a second, lost in the moment. There we are, half out of both dresses, just standing there.
After a few seconds, I can't help but start giggling and Molly follows suit. We plop down onto the bed, howling so hard we can't sit and end up laying in our dresses. When the fits of laughter cease, our eyes lock again, with that same calm but overwhelming sense of belonging. This is where we are supposed to be.
Molly POV:
We're laying on the bed in our hotel room, looking drunk off our asses even though not a drop of alcohol has touched either one's lips. We tried to quickly undress each other when we got into the room, but it all went horribly wrong. We were undressing each other, but then she busted out laughing, probably at how serious this is all supposed to be. but nothing goes the way it's supposed to with us.
We're halfway out of our dresses, slumped on the bed from laughing so hard. Well, I guess this night started out exactly like our love story; you can never take it too seriously.
Chapter 29: That Night (pt. 2)
Summary:
No wedding night is complete without consummating the marriage agreement.
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TW: major lesbian smut
Molly POV:
After a few minutes of just laying on the bed in our hotel room, we started touching each other again.
There was nothing on our upper bodies, our bras were thrown on the floor from earlier, and all the jewelry we had on was on a table somewhere.
I went for her cheek first, stroking it with the pad of my thumb. She's got her eyes closed for right now but hums in acknowledgement, melting at my touch.
Then I sat up beside her, and got on top. One leg of either side of her. It was all bedroom kisses now, the type that lets you know what's going to happen soon. I stay at her mouth for a while, tugging at her lips with my teeth and using my tongue to open her mouth further.
I don't stay there for the whole night though, of course not. Soon, I'm leaving hickeys behind her ear, up and down the side of her neck, between her breasts. They're already so erect, it's so beautiful. She's so beautiful.
I look up at her, and she's looking down at me. If I didn't know her every move, I would've missed the barely noticeable nod she gave. But I don't. So I take her in. Her breast in my mouth. A sharp intake of air fills the room as she shudders slightly at the sudden contact. But almost immediately, she unravels around me.
She comes undone so fast with my mouth on her body, inside it. I make her come once by just running my tongue on and down and side by side on her erect nipples. She shudders on the bed, moaning my name, sometimes loudly but other times so soft it's barely audible.
Alex POV:
My wife is mind-blowing in bed. Yeah, I said it.
She has me come the first time that night just by sucking my tits. And then she leaves dozens of hickeys up and down my body before she finally reaches my clit. Her touch on it makes me shudder harder than I have all night. She sucks on it gently at first, then harder and faster. I come again from the way she sucks it, always changing pace. It's almost overstimulating. But I can take it.
After I come the second time she adds her fingers to my opening, gentle pressure at first but then harder to make me come again. The harder and faster her rhythm is, the harder it is for me to fight off another orgasm. I don't want to come too fast. It's no use though. It's Molly.
I am not at all religious, I kinda gave up on all that when my dad left. But, oh my god. I scream and sigh Christ's name so many times the room feels christened by the end.
Now it's time for me to turn my attention to my wife. . .
Chapter 30
Summary:
Alex makes Molly come undone underneath her.
Chapter Text
TW: Major lesbian smut
Alex POV:
I turn on my shoulder to face Molly, admiring her and the way she can make me come undone. But then I turn my attention to doing the same to her.
I start on her lips; soft and supple, my favorite taste in the world. I tug at her bottom lip a little to gain more access, to get my tongue in.
After putting my tongue to use in her mouth, I move to the little nook behind her ear. I leave a hickey in that little divot there, getting lower and lower on her neck. In between the sucking and leaving hickeys across her body, I whisper how in love I am and how incredible she is, how everything about her turns me on.
When I get down to her breasts, I take one in my open palm, rolling it and squeezing. And the other one I take whole in my mouth. My jaw opens farther to take all of it in. My whole body will hurt tomorrow, but fuck it. My tongue flicks at the erect nipple in my mouth as my other hand fondles and pinches slightly at the other side.
She comes the first time with just the pressure of my mouth marking its territory. She grabs handfuls of the bedsheets and my hair, turning me on even more.
When I get down to the base of her hips, I leave little bite marks. She always gets extremely wet when I do that, and she knows I know. It catches her off guard every time, but her breath stops for a moment when I nip at that spot.
When I finally get down to her panties, I strip them off slow as molasses; Just to drive her crazy. I spread her thighs, sucking and kissing for a few minutes before turning my attention to the main event.
Her clit is so erect is looks like it might explode if I don't relieve some of the pressure. I start slow, gaging how we both feel. I start in short increments, but soon realize she needs it long and slow. So my fingers caress the bud, soft at first but then she pushes down on my hand signaling she needs more pressure.
She doesn't want love making, she just wants me to rail her. I can do that, absolutely.
I start with two fingers, as always. But when she says she needs more, I add a third and she moans harder than she has all night. I have her climax again with just my fingers, the room once again filling with names of deities neither of us worship.
Then I work her apart with my tongue, going up inside her and feeling her contract and relax on my mouth. Her cum tastes slightly sweet, but mostly salty. Like being able to taste her physically unraveling, with her sweet exterior getting worked to death.
When we both agree to be done for the night, our hair is mused with sweat, stuck to our faces. Our bodies are railed, neither of us are capable of moving beyond gasping for air. And holding hands of course, there needs to be some part of us that's still touching after what we did to each other.
We fall asleep in that position, holding hands. And I wake up with my arms curled around her waist, my head nuzzled into the backside of her neck. Just where I'd want to be.
Chapter 31: Married Life
Summary:
Married life for the two of them isn't as different as expected.
Chapter Text
Molly POV:
Our marriage certificate came in about a week after our ceremony, in a big yellow envelope.
We poured each other a glass of wine and opened it together, sharing the moment. And of course, we made love for hours afterwards. How could we not? I mean, this means we're officially married. She's my wife. Now and forever.
Not much has changed other than the fact that we wear rings now. I mean, we had been living together for a few months before our wedding, and we had lived in the dorms together for 3 years in college even before that. There's not much we haven't shared with each other already.
I've known for a while that my now wife has a tendency to leave her things in places where she'll forget them, or that she leaves things in piles in the corner of the room when she is in a hurry.
I understand that this is just her way of living, but my way of combating the chaos is to reorganize her things, where I know she'll be able to find things easier. I can't help it, cleaning is my love language.
She never minds though, she's actually relieved whenever I do this. She'll tell me sometimes that those piles will get so bad that she can't decide where to start. Me starting it for her helps ease her anxiety about it. And I'm glad to help. That's what you do for those you love.
My parents have been giving both of us advice on keeping a healthy marriage. We both agree on boundaries, and we make sure to set time just for ourselves.
We help each other with our demons, making sure that the other doesn't have to carry it alone.
Chapter 32: A Third Family Member
Summary:
They've settled into married life but need something else.
Chapter Text
Molly POV:
We've settled into our apartment and have been enjoying married life, but it still feels like somethings missing.
Don't get me wrong, being married to Alex is a dream come true. But we've fallen into a monotonous routine that just needs something else.
We talked about eventually getting a dog, that one night in the dorms. I think it's time now.
We've been to several pet shelters but none of the dogs there have felt right. We just haven't found the right one yet. This will be our fifth shelter in the past month. I just hope one of them in here fits into our family.
We talked about what kind we wanted. One that isn't Greyhound size, but at the same time not a teacup poodle that we'd squish under our feet. We don't care what breed though. We just care that it's a size we can manage.
We walk into the shelter, get shown to the back with all the animals in their spaces. About a third of the way down the isle we spot a small husky with bright blue eyes and milk chocolate fur. He's the perfect size too. I'm pretty sure if he stood up on his hind legs, he'd get up to my waist.
He's perfect.
Alex POV:
When we walked into the shelter, we were prepared to walk out later without a dog. It surprised us to find him so quickly. He's perfect. Just the right size, striking blue eyes, white and gray fur. It said on his kennel that his name was Hank.
We asked to interact with him a little bit after seeing him. He's an awesome little guy, so playful and energetic. Of course he was slightly hesitant at first, but he warmed up to us very quickly.
After a few minutes he was jumping all over the place, trying to get us to throw one of the tennis balls and play fetch. We were just so in love we had to bring him home.
After signing the paperwork to get him released from the shelter, we made our way to Petco and Petsmart to make sure we had everything we needed for his first night with us. A bed, some toys, kibble, a collar, all the things. By the time we got home, Hank was already playing with one of the stuffy toys we had gotten him.
His first night was rough, he whined a lot because of how unfamiliar everything was. But in the morning he was just as happy as he was the day before. It'll take some adjustment, for sure. But now we were a family of three.
Chapter 33: Couples Costume
Summary:
Their couples costume for Halloween is a subtle signal.
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Molly POV:
Our first Halloween as a married couple is approaching. I love Halloween, it's one of my favorite creative holidays. You can be whoever you want.
I think my love for the holiday started when I was younger because of how much I hated being Korean growing up. Mom hated her heritage and passed those sentiments onto myself. Halloween was a time that you didn't have to be yourself.
Even though I'm older now and Mom and I have worked through that trauma, I still have a love for the holiday. Though, I was never into those super scary costumes.
This year, Alex and I have decided to dress as Daphne and Velma from Scooby-Doo. Come on, everyone knows they're together. Even if the shows won't come out and say it.
Alex POV:
I love that we're dressing as Velma and Daphne. It's a subtle couples costume. Really only the gays will know it's a couples costume, which makes it even more fun. It's a great way to signal to other gays that the two of you are together.
Moly also doesn't look half bad in the bright orange turtleneck and the red skirt. I also think she created my glasses kink. Huh.
She told me about why she used to like Halloween so much, and how that reasoning has changed since going to therapy with her mom. Obviously I don't completely understand because I didn't go through that, but I'm here for her always. Especially with those glasses and that short skirt.
Chapter 34: Not Just Rock, Paper, Scissors
Summary:
The two wives have been wanting to start a family of their own, but deciding who would carry the child is one of the first steps. They both want to, but Alex has some doubts of whether she can handle it.
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Molly POV:
We had talked all the time before we were married about one day having a baby. But now that we're actually married, the conversation has chanced from "far in the future" to "when?" and "who?" and what route we'd take.
Obviously two women can't make babies on their own (yet) like straight couples can, so there's the added factor of financial stability because IVF or IUI treatments are extremely expensive. But at the same time, most queer couples are already financially stable enough to afford a baby when they go through these treatments because, as I said, this takes more effort than just getting pregnant through sex.
We're ready. The only question is, who carries?
We've talked extensively about it, Alex and I. We know that we want to have more than one child, and that each of us wants to carry at least one. So it's a question of who goes first.
Rock, paper, scissors!
Really. . . No, we didn't decide that way, of course not. We talked it through and since I was fully ready and excited and Alex still had some doubts and worries, we both decided I would carry our first child.
Alex POV:
I got anxious all of a sudden about carrying a child, especially ours. I don't know why. . . I just. . . It's so much pressure. If the baby has complications or medical issues when born, that's my fault if I'm the one who carried them.
Thankfully, Molly reassured me that hoe I feel is okay and that to ease my anxiety, she'd be the one to carry first so I would see that nothing will go wrong.
I'm so thankful for her. She's gotten so confident since that first time I saw her at the party. She's a whole different person, but I love every version of her. The one from the party, the one from the night in the library when she kissed me, the one in the wedding dress saying her vows, and the one who would volunteer her body to carry a child just because I'm nervous.
Chapter 35: Making a Baby: Lesbian Edition
Summary:
The wives go through the IVF process to try and make a family.
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Alex POV:
We've saved up and even have the nursery almost ready. The wall is painted a light sunshine yellow, with an elephant stuffie in the crib for the baby to cuddle with.
We've saved up around $50,000 for the IVF treatments. The hormones themselves cost $1600.
We had the egg retrieval procedure a week ago, and now we're waiting for them to be fertilized by the sperm sample we chose. We decided to go off of genetic traits and physical characteristics when choosing a donor. We know that our baby might not end up having those traits, but we like the traits we saw in our donor.
The reason we didn't go off of IQ or anything is because we know the reality of nature vs nurture. It won't matter if the donor had certain tendencies, as long as we raise this kid to be compassionate and kind.
Anyway, now we wait a few days for the doctors to fertilize Molly's eggs with the donor's specimen and then wait some more for them to develop into embryos to then implant into her uterus.
We want to know the gender of our embryos when all the genetic testing is done. We won't chose which to implant based on the gender though. We just want to know what we have.
Molly POV:
"Okay, so how many embryos are there? 10? And. . . The genders? 5 and 5? Holy shit!"
Alex got the phone call from our doctor's office and I'm sitting next to her on the edge of my seat. These are all viable embryos, they could all turn into babies.
My jaw drops when she repeats how many of each gender embryo we have. She grabs a hold of my arm as she repeats everything, her face a perfect imitation of a deer caught in headlights. But in a good way.
My eyes go wide but no other reaction comes out. I just sit there, shocked.
When she hangs up the phone, she leans her head into my field of vision, her face slightly concerned.
"Babe? What's going on in that head of yours?"
"I- we. . . We can make a baby?"
She nods excitedly, a smile spreading across her face. "We are making a baby."
That's when the excitement and utter joy and elation set in.
We hug, kiss, and squeal together before touching foreheads, like we always do in these moments. It's our way of connecting. Letting the moment set in.
Chapter 36: Oh, Baby!
Summary:
Molly had a female embryo implanted and then they wait to see if this leads to a pregnancy.
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Molly POV:
I didn't expect to feel like such shit immediately after the embryo transfer, but I guess it makes sense. We decided to implant a female embryo for our first attempt. I try not to overthink the shitty feeling, it's not like this means obsolutely that I'll be pregnant. Our doctor, Dr. K, says that we should wait about 2 weeks before coming back to the clinic to test, or just doing one of the at-home tests.
But I can't help but believe that this will really work. I know that other couples struggle a lot with IVF, having to pay for a go through several rounds of treatment. And, I know that could be in our future, but I'm hopeful.
Alex POV:
Molly had the embryo transfer two days ago, and hasn't been feeling all that great. I mean, it's understandable, something foreign entered a very sensitive part of her body. And there's an embryo that was forcefully put into her uterus.
But I can't help being excited that maybe her feeling so bad means that this round worked. I don't want us to have to go through several rounds of expensive, mentally draining treatments and painful procedures to make our baby. I just want a family, a happy one.
Time jump 12 days later
Molly's in the bathroom waiting on the toilet to see if the pregnancy test she took is positive. I'm sitting on the bed on the other side of the door, chewing off my nail polish and bobbing my knee up and down. It's what I do when I get nervous. I used to fidget with my rings, but now they only one I wear is my wedding ring.
"How long has it been?" I half shout through the bathroom door.
"Only a minute, babe." God damn, can time go any slower? You're supposed to wait 3 minutes for the test to come back with an accurate result. But the wait is killing me. I don't have that kind of patience.
Ding, ding
I bust through the bathroom door, unable to wait any longer. The test is upside down on the bathroom counter. Molly and I just stand there for a moment, unsure if we're really ready for the results.
"Okay, you ready?" I ask, making sure she's prepared to deal with whatever the results say. "I just really want this. . ." she whispers. "And what if it's negative? What then?" Tears form at the corners of her eyes. The fear, anticipation, all of it coming to the surface. I feel the same way, but I know I have to be strong, for her sake.
"Then we'll try again, and it'll suck but we want this, right?" I give her a small, reassuring smile.
She and I both take deep breathes, and I count down from 3.
"3. . .2. . .1"
Two lines means. . . Pregnant.
Chapter 37: Having My Baby
Summary:
There's a pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.
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Alex POV:
Holy shit. . . Pregnant. Molly's pregnant. Holy shit. I can't believe it. I just stare at the test for what feels like forever, letting it sink in. It worked. We're having a baby. A baby girl. Holy fuck.
My head whips up to look at her, the biggest smile I think I've ever had plastered on my face. She looks up with furrowed eyebrows, in a sort of 'well, shit!' expression. But it almost instantly changes to a smile mirroring my own.
I wrap her in a bear hug, lifting her feet off the floor as I do so. The giggling and screaming, squealing filling my heart even more.
Molly POV:
It worked. Oh my god. It actually worked. We're having a baby. Holy crap.
My face contorts in bewilderment at just how crazy this is, but when I catch sight of her gleeful expression, I can't help but break out into the biggest smile of my life. Well, only to be beaten by the one I wore when I married her. But this is close.
"I guess it-" I get cut off my Alex wrapping me in a bear hug that lifts my feet off the floor. Laughter, screams, and utter joy fill the room, as well as my heart.
"You're having my baby" she says into the crook of my shoulder. "Well, technically it's my egg, so I'm having my baby." I retort, getting smart with her.
"But this is real. This is. . . We're having a baby." Now tears are slowly dripping from the corners of her eyes, but she's smiling. I feel myself welling up too.
"We're having a baby!"
Chapter 38: Manual Labor
Summary:
Molly goes into labor and Alex freaks out but is her rock. AND, we meet their little girl!
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Molly POV:
3:30 am - August 15
I've been awake in bed for 3 hours, timing my contractions. The doctor says if there are more than 5 of them, lasting a minute each, for about an hour, then that's labor. Well, I've been feeling them for about an hour, lasting a minute. So, I guess I should wake Alex.
This is real now.
Alex POV:
3:32 am - August 15
"Alex. Alex, honey, wake up!"
I'm shaken awake at the devil's hour of the morning. It's still dark out. Why is she waking me now? Do I need to go get watermelon from the store again?
"Ugh, what's the craving now? Hopefully, it's in season, that'd make it a lot easier." I try to open my eyes, but my body betrays me with the temptation of sleep.
"No, babe. It's HER. I think I'm in labor."
My eyes snap open lightning quick, I'm definitely not tired anymore. It's go time now! I jump out of bed, hopping up so high I almost hit my head on the ceiling. . . Maybe not the best idea.
I speed over to the dresser on the other side of the room, throwing all the clothes out of the drawers trying to find a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. All I've got on at the moment is a sports bra and running shorts. . . not the best outfit for going out in public.
Molly sits up on the bed, giggling at my panicked state. Her laughter fills the room from behind me and I spin around on my heels, dropping everything on the floor. I burst into laughter after a second, finding my previous behavior hilarious.
But after that minute of laughter, Molly cringes and tenses up. Another contraction. . . How far are they apart? Has she timed them? How fast do we think we can make it to the hospital?
I sit next to her on the bed, giving her my hand to squeeze as the pain radiates through her. She definitely takes the opportunity, geez. Her grip is surprisingly strong for how little she is.
"Oof, okay that was a big one. I think we'd better get to the hospital soon", Molly huffs out, recovering from the pain. I turn into the flash, grabbing the hospital bag that we had already packed, a beanie for me to wear, the car keys, an outfit for Molly to wear to the hospital, and her shoes.
I help her get dressed, going slow as not to push her too much. Two contractions come and go as we get her dressed, so I get everything ready in the car as quickly as possible.
Here we go. . .
Molly POV:
Okay, whoever told you that labor doesn't hurt. . . They are lying through their teeth. With each contraction, I felt my body being squeezed like a vice. How do people do this? How do people exist?
By the time we get to the hospital, the contractions are 5 minutes apart. I get put in a wheelchair as we make our way into the waiting room to get checked in, Alex is so flustered she can't get out any coherent sentences and then gets mad at the nurses behind the desk.
After coming off a contraction, I am able to calm her down to have them get us into a room.
Alex is a wreck, pacing back and forth, rocking in the chair next to my bed, fists clenched in front of her the whole time. But as every contraction hit, she was my rock. She'd hold my hand, let me squeeze as hard as I needed, rubs my back if I needed, ran back and forth to the nurse's station to get me ice chips.
Alex POV:
It took 6 hours of back rubs, losing feeling in my hand, and making ice chip runs before we met our daughter. I was up by Molly's head when I saw and heard her cry for the first time. She is so tiny, so itty bitty. But, don't tell that to Molly. . . She would argue about how much work it took to grow and push her out.
Our daughter was placed on Molly's chest immediately and we both bawled our eyes out as we looked at her for the first time. She has her mother's nose and eyes. She's perfect. I can't believe she's finally here.
We had gone back and forth with choosing a name for her; all the names we enjoyed we had already used in our books. We'd looked through lists of everything from vintage names to new ones no one had really used yet. I liked ones like Rachael or Thalia, while Molly liked Bianca and Alyson. There was one other option though. . .
Cordelia, that was it. We knew it the moment we saw her. Welcome to the world, little Cordelia Parker-Blackwood!
Chapter 39: Dog Meets Daughter
Summary:
Molly and Alex bring home their daughter and introduce her to her brother.
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Alex POV:
After 2 days in the hospital, Molly and Cordelia were finally discharged. As Molly was signing the paperwork to have the hospital release the both of them, I got to put Cordelia into her "going home" outfit. It was a tiny white onesie with pink polka dots, along with a pink headband that had a flower on top. When I picked her up to get her into the outfit, I got my first newborn scrunch. . . I think it was the best thing ever. She's so tiny and adorable. Oh, and that baby smell is to die for! We decided to have me take home something of Delia's back home from the hospital early so that big brother Hank could get used to her scent before we actually brought her home. I brought one of the blankets she was wrapped in at the hospital home the day after she was born, while Molly was still there recovering. He seemed cautious at first, but by the time I left for the hospital again, he wouldn't let me bring it back. But the real test is when she actually comes home.
Molly POV:
We finally get to go home and introduce Hank to his little sister. He had been so protective of me when I was pregnant, so I can't wait to see what bond they'll have. My lovely wife already gave him something of hers yesterday, just so he could get used to her scent. Stepping into our house as a family of four officially, it's a very surreal experience. I love Delia more than I ever thought possible. She's already got both moms wrapped around her tiny finger. Alex sets down the carrier down in the living room, Hank is already jumping on the both of us as we step through the front door. Clearly, he is very excited to see us again and to meet the tiny little thing he spent 9 months protecting. We make sure to hold onto his collar and ensure he doesn't start jumping on her, but after a few eager sniffs, we let him inch closer. He's very cautious with her from the get-go. And then when Delia reaches her hand out of her swaddle and boops his nose, I could just tell; he was hooked. He would protect her with everything he had. They were inseparable.
Chapter 40: Palachinkas for Recovery
Summary:
Molly and Alex are settling in to their home as a new family of 4, with the two of them and Hank ans Delia. But Alex knows that to make Molly more comfortable she needs something to bring her back to childhood.
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Alex POV:
Since Molly got home from the hospital, I've been trying my hardest to let her recover fully and just make sure she's comfortable. We got home yesterday, and I just let Molly sleep the whole rest of the day. But I know she must be starving after sleeping for so long, and with her body recovering, she needs to relax. What better way to do both of those things than to make her something from her childhood? Palachinkas.
I remember when we made them in Noah's kitchen during our 5-step plan, and I tried showing off and ended up splattering the batter all over the tile. I never attempted showing off again when it came to making them, but I've gotten a lot better at it over the years. I can flip them from the pan, as long as they aren't too big. I haven't splattered the batter on the floor since that first time, I learned that lesson.
She likes hers topped with her mom's strawberry jelly and occasionally Nutella. I make a plate of 5 for her and make extras for myself to snack on for the rest of the day. Walking through the hallway on the way to our bedroom, I catch a glimpse into Delia's nursery that we made from the guest bedroom. She's not old enough yet for her to sleep in that room yet. The doctors told us we shouldn't put her in there until she's at least 6 months old. But the memory of creating that room with Molly and raking that time preparing for our baby makes me so happy.
It's very quiet, I slowly open the door to our room, and I'm met with the sweetest thing in the world. Our daughter wrapped up in my sleeping wives' arms, both of them fast asleep. Crossing the room to the bed, I am sure not to startle either of them awake. They need the rest. I put the plate down on her nightstand and slowly, carefully scoop Delia out of her arms. With a free hand, I brush Molly's hair out of her face, which kind of startles her awake anyway. "Hey, I made you your favorite," I whispered. She groggily hums back a thanks, and when she registers what exactly I made, a huge grin spreads across her face.
Molly POV:
I was woken from a nap by wife, who had taken our daughter in her arms and said she had made me food. Perfect. And it gets even better when I see exactly what she made for me. Palachinkas.
I'm taken back to the first time we made them in my brother's kitchen all those years ago. The huge one going splat across his kitchen tile because Alex wanted to show off. It all seems so long ago, but I wouldn't change any of it. And she knows exactly how I like to eat them, with my mom's strawberry jelly. My mom will send us a few jars every time she makes them during the strawberry season, so we always have a few stocked up.
They are cooked perfectly, warm and thin and just sweet enough, but not tooth-achingly so. She's even better at making them than I am now, but I don't dare tell her because then she'll get cocky and there will be another spilled batter incident.
My wife sits at the foot of the bed with Delia curled up in her arms, watching me eat her creation. She's got this perfectly calm expression on her face as if this was all she ever wanted. And I guess it is. For me, too. To make a family with the woman I love, that's all I've ever wanted. I think the palachinkas really are helping with recovery.
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