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Molly awoke early the next morning as the sun began to rise: she was used to getting up early from her time with GJ. She gently untangled herself from Al and got up out of bed, going to his closet… inside of it she found one of his dress shirts which she put on: her clothes that were on the floor from the night before were still soaked. Stepping into the master bathroom, she relieved herself and then went to the window by the bed and peered outside. Molly loved to watch the sun rise, always had: it meant the beginning of something new and fresh.
“You’re up awfully early”
She turned around at Al’s utterance and found him propped up on his elbow in the bed, watching her. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“Nah” he replied, smiling. “I was going to wear that shirt, you know”
Molly giggled, realizing that he was teasing her. “I think it looks better on me”
“Do you now? I prefer you without it, love”
She blushed and looked down at her feet.
“You’re beautiful when you turn red” Al stated. “Come here”
Doing as he asked, Molly climbed back into bed with him, scooting into his arms when he opened them for her. Oh, but his body was so warm and solid…
Al kissed her softly, running his fingers through her hair. “Mmm… Tell me, what do you want for breakfast?”
“I really just want some coffee” she replied, snuggling against him. It was so nice to lie with him after all of her time spent alone: she had missed being in the presence of a man.
“No, no, no” Al denied. “I’m going to make you something to eat… Do you like French Toast?”
“I don’t want to put you out”
“You’re not putting me out, honey. I like to cook, and I want to cook for you”
“Okay” she agreed, tracing the tip of her index finger over his chest. Molly had to admit, she was fascinated with his physique. He was so strong and muscular…
Al brushed his face over hers and spoke. “I should get your clothes in the dryer”
“I suppose I should get back to Paradise” Molly added dully.
He heard the disappointment in her voice: it was obvious that she wasn’t overly eager to get back to GJ and the others. “Weekend is coming up” he stated, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Why don’t you spend it with me?”
She laughed softly. “I’d love to, but GJ…”
“Molly, I want you to come here and spend it with me”
“But don’t you have to work and try to find Tui?”
“I’m not the only Detective around here, you know” Al supplied, stroking her back. “I get the weekends off, unless all hell breaks loose and I get called in on something” He paused for a moment and moved so that he could look into her eyes. “You know I’ll be good to you, honey”
Molly returned his gaze… Maybe GJ wouldn’t be upset with her: oh, hell, what did it matter? She knew that she wanted to be with Al more than anything in the world, no matter what GJ said. Why not take a chance? “Okay” she agreed, kissing his chin. “I’ll stay with you”
Al smiled broadly and kissed her. “Okay… Let me get your clothes in the dryer and then I’ll make us something to eat. You don’t need to take the chopper back to Paradise: I’ll drive you so that you can come back here. Besides, I’d like to speak with GJ a bit myself”
“She can be a bit abrasive at times” Molly warned.
“So I’ve heard” he retorted, giving her another sound kiss.
She watched as he got out of bed and walked over to his dresser, finding a pair of sweatpants and pulling them onto his lower body. He picked her clothes up from the floor and gave her a grin as he exited the room.
Molly lied back down on the bed and gazed at the ceiling. God help her, but she was feeling things for him already… she wanted his acceptance, his closeness… After two years on her own, she found her heart opening up out of the blue. Releasing a deep sigh, Molly sat up and looked at her hands which were on her lap.
What was she getting into?
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The drive to Paradise was long: Molly spent a lot of time gazing out of the passenger window at the landscape as they passed it. Al was playing classical music on the stereo and humming along with it in parts.
“How long have you been with GJ?” he queried.
“Almost two years” Molly answered, digging in her purse for a cigarette. “Is it okay if I smoke?”
“Do you have one for me?” Al teased.
“Of course”
He dug in his suit pocket for his lighter, taking it out and handing it to her all while keeping his eyes on the road.
Molly got out her pack of cigarettes: the first one she lit and handed to him before she settled in on her own, opening the window a crack. “I need to quit” she mused, inhaling.
“Don’t we all?” Al asked, smiling at her. “Tell me, Molly… what is GJ to you?”
She gazed out at the trees along the road and sighed. “She’s a friend… a teacher… She’s very wise”
“I take it that she doesn’t think much of men, though”
“That depends on the man… She definitely doesn’t like the patriarchal society, but she’s not a man hater, really. Some men deserve to be hated and so do some women. It just so happens that the women who come to GJ are wounded and need some clarity in their lives. She gives us the space to heal and she lets us talk about what’s bothering us”
Al blew smoke away, flicking his cigarette ash out of his window. “Why not just go and see a counselor?”
Molly placed her left hand on her knee and rubbed in a slow circle while she spoke. “GJ takes us away from it all… away from the society that tries to trap us. I needed to get away from where I was, both physically and mentally and she brought us here to Lake Top”
“Well, it certainly is out of the way up here”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Nah… we found each other, didn’t we?”
Giggling, Molly went back to her cigarette.
Twenty minutes later, they were on their final approach to Paradise. Al slowed the car down and whistled lowly at the sight of the containers in which the women lived. “Can’t imagine staying in one of those” he stated, nodding ahead at the structures.
“It’s fun… you’d be surprised” Molly chirped as he brought the car to a halt. She took off her seatbelt and popped outside, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
“Hey” Al stated, talking to her over the roof of the car. “Will you introduce me to GJ and then go and get your things?”
“Sure” she replied. “Follow me…”
They made their way across the grass, Al behind Molly. Some of the other women had gathered and were watching them as they walked.
GJ was sitting in her rocking chair in her pod, smoking and drinking a mug of tea. There were a few other women inside of it as well, and they whispered amongst themselves as Molly and Al entered.
“GJ, this is Detective Sergeant Al Parker” Molly announced, making her way to the older woman.
GJ looked up at her. “You were supposed to be back early this morning”
“Yes… Detective Parker decided to drive me out here this morning”
GJ peered around Molly’s shoulder at Al, fixing her eyes on his face. “I see… You slept with him”
The other women perked up suddenly: Molly flushed red with embarrassment.
“I…” Molly tried.
“The body needs what it needs” GJ stated calmly, inhaling from her cigarette. “You’re paid up on your unit, I have no issue with you”
Taking a deep breath, Molly spat out, “I’m going to get a few things and go back to Lake Top with him for the weekend”
“Are you now?” GJ queried, sipping from her tea. “Life is strange, isn’t it? You go on, then… but don’t forget who you are”
Al could sense the tension between the two women: he stepped forward at that moment and spoke. “GJ, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a few questions…”
GJ leaned back in her seat and stretched, gazing at Molly. “Go on!” she yelled.
Molly took that as her dismissal for the moment, turning and walking past Al and out of the container.
“Take a seat” GJ ordered Al, motioning towards the floor.
Al didn’t want to offend, so he did as the older woman asked, sitting down across from her.
“Your friend Matt was out here looking for his daughter” GJ began calmly. “I told him that she wasn’t here long”
Al nodded. “I know that… She didn’t say anything to you about the father of her baby?”
GJ laughed. “Shit, she didn’t even want to talk about that time bomb inside of her… I told her that she had to do something about it, and then she was gone”
“No sign of her since?”
“Detective, why don’t you ask me what you really want to?”
He froze a bit at the woman’s perception.
Leaning forward, GJ whispered, “You want to know about Molly, don’t you? Well, I’m afraid that I’m only willing to say so much…”
“GJ, listen…”
“No, you listen!” she retorted viciously. “I don’t ask my women to bare their souls to me: I ask them to be their true, natural selves. When Molly came to me, her spirit had been broken… took me nearly two years to build her back up. So help me, if you fuck her up again, there’ll be a special place in hell for you”
Al stared at GJ, refusing to back down. “How did you meet her?”
“She came to me, I don’t know from where. She has made good progress here”
He cocked his head with frustration: he wasn’t used to someone dodging his questions. “I’m not going to hurt her”
“That remains to be seen, now, doesn’t it?” GJ countered, crushing out her cigarette and standing up. “Why don’t you go get her and leave? If you have questions, you should ask her and let her answer you if she feels like it”
Al rose as well, withholding a rush of anger: GJ was being evasive with him and he didn’t like it. “I’ll bring her back on Monday morning”
“There’s no rush” GJ answered. “She knows that she’s always welcome here”
He nodded in agreement and walked out of the cubicle: he found Molly back at his car, holding a bag that contained some of her belongings.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here” Al announced, opening his door.
Molly put her belongings in the back seat and tried to calm herself: she didn’t like that Al was angry, although she knew full well that GJ tended to have that sort of an effect on people. It scared her a bit to hear the irritation in Al’s voice.
He turned on the car as Molly got in, switching CD’s in his stereo. She nearly jumped when she heard the hard rock coming out of the speakers.
Al waited until Molly had buckled her seat belt and then he drove them away from the campsite that was Paradise, thinking to himself that he could use a drink.
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Al got up from his dining room table and cleared the dishes from their meal: when he did so, Molly took hold of her wine glass and left the table also, making her way over to his fireplace. She stood close to it and reveled in the warmth that emanated from the flames. She had spent the day at the coffee shop that Al had helped to create for wayward teens, just sipping on tea and reading her book, “In Cold Blood” by Truman Capote: it was one of her favorites. Al had gone into work, of course, and done his best to coordinate a search for Tui.
Turning from the sink, Al saw that she was at the fireplace, her arms crossed around her chest while she gazed at the flames. Returning to the table, he picked up the bottle of wine that they had been sharing along with his glass: he dimmed the lights so that the fireplace glowed brightly and made his way to the couch that faced it.
“Love?” he queried softly, setting down the bottle on the coffee table.
Molly slowly rolled the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. “I’m thinking about Tui… I can’t imagine being in her place. She’s so young, so vulnerable” She pivoted to face him and sighed. “Who could hurt her? She’s just a baby”
“I don’t know… no one is talking to me, not even her father, and I’ve known him for a damn long time”
Ah, yes, Matt Mitchum: Molly had met him a few days after Tui had come and gone in Paradise. The man made her skin crawl, and he had dared to challenge GJ and her teachings. Matt’s sons had accompanied him to Paradise and they had scared the hell out of her with their behavior. “She’s so young” Molly commented, fighting the feelings of revulsion that had flooded her at her memories.
“That’s why we have to find her” Al stated. “We’re not even sure that she can carry that baby to term. My gut tells me that she’s dug in to the wilderness by now and we won’t find her until she wants to be found”
Molly nodded and sipped from her glass.
“Sit with me?” he queried, motioning to the couch.
She smiled and nodded agreement, moving forward and taking the empty space beside him. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close which made her sigh with bliss.
“Where are you from?” Al inquired, playing with her hair.
“San Francisco”
“And you’ve been traveling with GJ for nearly two years?”
Molly had been expecting this: he was a policeman, after all, so it was only natural that he should be curious about her background. “Yes”
Al felt her tense beside him: he hadn’t meant to upset her. “I’m not going to interrogate you” he promised. “I just want to get to know you”
“I know… and I want to get to know you, too, it’s just… there are some things in my past that are difficult to talk about”
Placing his wine glass on the table, he turned towards her and covered her small left hand with his right. “He really hurt you, didn’t he?”
She could only nod: tears were already welling in her eyes. It wasn’t so much that she was sad, it was more that she was angry… angry that the bastard was keeping her from feeling comfortable speaking with Al.
“Did he break your heart?”
“No” Molly answered, shaking her head as the tears began to flow. “He broke my trust in other people…”
Cupping her face in his hands, Al brushed away her tears with his thumbs. “It’s all right to cry, Molly. I’m not here to pass judgment”
She took a deep breath and let it go, not fully sure if she could trust Al, but wanting to with all of her heart.
“We don’t have to talk about it” he whispered, taking her wine glass from her hands and putting it next to his own. “I just don’t want you to hurt, and I don’t want it to effect what we’re doing here”
“What are we doing?” Molly asked cheekily, smiling through her tears as she looked at him.
“Starting over with each other”
Molly couldn’t help but to reach out and touch his face, running her fingertips over his lips. “You’re so sweet to me…”
Al smiled gently, and wanting to diffuse the tension, he playfully asked, “Want to make out here on the couch?”
Now she giggled and wiped at her tears. “You’re something else”
“Is that a good thing?” he queried, moving in on her and wrapping his arms around her.
Molly placed her hands on his chest and smiled. “It’s a very good thing…”
He kissed her softly, tasting the salt of her tears. Al didn’t know who had hurt her, or how, but he knew that he wanted to make it better for her.
She closed her eyes and mewed in the back of her throat as his mouth sealed over hers. Oh, but he tasted good, like the wine that they had been drinking. Before she knew it, she had her arms around his neck: he had a way of kissing that was downright intoxicating. Molly felt lightheaded almost immediately, but it was a pleasurable sensation.
Tilting his head to the right to deepen their embrace, Al ran his right hand down her back to her hip. He squeezed her flesh, eliciting another cry from her. Her reactions to him were so sweet: he was becoming aroused despite himself.
Molly jumped a bit when she felt his hand snake between their bodies, his fingers going after the buttons on her flannel shirt. She didn’t fight him in the least as he took off her shirt and bra with surprising deftness…
Al continued to kiss her, growling as he covered her left breast with his palm. A firm squeeze from him caused her to buck towards him and break their kiss as she moaned.
“Al” she cooed, brushing her left hand over his jaw. “Oh, god… what you make me feel…”
“You make me so hot, baby” he confessed, pressing kisses to her face and shoulder. “You have no idea”
On the contrary, Molly understood all too well. Feeling emboldened, she returned his kisses, placing her lips on his flesh… she snuck her left hand down between his legs…
It was Al’s turn to moan as he felt her little fingers touch his cock through his pants, tracing his hardness. He involuntarily pushed his hips forward for more contact.
“So big and hard” she mused, her lips by his ear. “I want you”
His breathing increased in speed as she undid his belt and worked at his fly… and then, oh god, he felt her tiny hand take hold of him and bring him out of his pants.
Molly kissed him firmly as she stroked his cock, brushing her thumb over his cockhead to collect the wetness there.
“Molly” he breathed, holding her breasts in his hands, “Oh, god…” Before he could stop her, she had bent down over his waist… he growled as she ran her tongue over the head, just wetting him. “Love, you don’t have to” Al whispered: he didn’t want her to feel obligated to him in any way. In his mind, this was about her and the ways that he could soothe her.
“I want to” she answered, sliding her fingers down to the base of his shaft. “You were so good to me last night: now I want to be good to you”
He couldn’t deny her. Al wanted her to have what she wanted, and in all honesty, he was throbbing at just the thought of her mouth upon him. Placing his fingers in her hair, he caressed her scalp to let her know he acquiesced.
Smiling to herself, Molly stroked him one more time and then she bathed his cock with her tongue, tasting the salt of him. “Mmm” she purred, tracing his veins with her fingertips. “You’re delicious”
Al released a sigh of pleasure: he hadn’t been perused like this in a long time. It was emotionally and physically satisfying beyond words. “Baby…” Al groaned.
Licking his precome away once more, Molly took just the head into her mouth and sucked. Oh, but he was so hot and hard against her tongue. She slowly went as far down on him as she could without gagging and then came back up.
A shiver went down his spine at the tenderness that she was showing him: when she started her rhythm, he nearly lost it. Molly was sucking him up and down firmly, her right hand stroking the rest of his shaft in tandem. It felt so fucking good and he told her so…
Molly moaned around him and continued, feeling his cock swell in her mouth. She wanted nothing more than to please him…
He took her hair from its ponytail and ran his fingers through it. “Oh, Molly… Love, you’re driving me crazy…”
“I want you to come for me” she admitted, pulling back and laving his shaft. “I need you to”
“Molly…”
“Please…” she begged, lowering her head once more. “Please…”
Her mouth sealed over him again: shutting his eyes tight, he fought the urge to come right that second. “Molly…” Al pleaded, barely holding on.
She didn’t back off: instead she slurped wildly at him, increasing her pace.
For Al, the final straw was when she snuck her left hand into his boxers and took hold of his balls, gently squeezing them as they ached with the effort of holding back. He came with a shout, pumping his fluid into her waiting mouth, his fingers curling tightly in her hair. He felt her swallow as she stayed with him, her little mouth milking him.
Mmm, but he tasted so good to her, his essence warm and salty: she loved the way that his cock spasmed against her tongue. She kept at him until he had no more to give her.
Al’s head had fallen back onto the couch. As he fought for breath, he slowly opened his eyes. He could feel her placing soft kisses on his shaft, extending his bliss. Oh, but his orgasm had been powerful and she had truly drained him. “Molly” he called, his voice husky.
She released him and straightened up: Al immediately took her into his arms and kissed her full on the mouth, not shrinking from his own taste upon her tongue.
“Thank you” he whispered when he let her up.
Molly smiled and hid her face against his heaving chest. “After the way that you’ve been with me, you’re more than welcome”
Gasping for breath, he held her tight and rested his chin on the top of her head. This beautiful woman was so incredibly giving… “I just need a moment” he apologized, stroking her bare back.
“Take your time” Molly retorted. She liked it very much when he held her, so she wasn’t about to complain. Instead she snuggled into him and listened to him breathe as the fireplace crackled.
When he finally had collected himself, he grabbed a blanket from his couch and spread it out on the floor in front of the fire, reaching out to her with his hand.
She stood up and took it without hesitation, allowing him to bring her flush against him. Al removed his clothes and then hers, pausing for just a moment to look at her nakedness.
“You really are so beautiful” he stated, brushing the knuckles of his right hand over her jaw.
“So are you” Molly retorted. She touched his chest and raked her fingertips through the crisp hair on his skin.
“Come here” Al implored, bringing her into his arms.
They kissed softly at first and then their embrace deepened as he lowered her to the floor.
She could feel the warmth of the fire upon her flesh, as well as the warmth of Al’s body as he pressed to her. Molly wondered in passing if he realized how romantic he was being…
Kissing her throat, Al rubbed her shoulders and trailed his hands down to her breasts. Cupping them, he flicked his thumbs over her nipples until they hardened.
The breath hitched in Molly’s throat. “I need you” she managed to get out, bringing his mouth back to hers for a kiss. “I need you so much…”
“Show me” he pleaded, whispering into her ear.
She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to do… “Al?”
“Put me inside of you”
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she reached between their bodies and found his hardness, guiding him into her pussy. They cried out in unified ecstasy as he slid inside of her to the hilt.
“That’s a girl” Al groaned, pressing his lips to her forehead. “You feel so fucking good around me and you’re so goddamn wet”
“Mmm, Al… you make me that way just by looking at me”
He chuckled softly and stated, “We fit together perfectly, love: like we were made for each other”
“Yes” she sighed, her eyes shutting as he began to thrust within her.
Al moved at a slow, metered pace, still sensitive from his previous orgasm but knowing full well that he could come again. Molly brought things out in him that had been lost for a long time… his passion for her was immense.
Digging her nails into his shoulders, she held on to him and moved her hips upward into his, heightening their pleasure. His cock was so big that she felt as if he could split her in two… “Al” she whined, clutching at him desperately.
“Harder, love?” he queried.
“Please…”
He didn’t need her to beg: working his hips forward and back, he gave it to her with more force so that she cried out at every stroke.
Oh, but her heart was opening to him as they made love… it both frightened and exhilarated her. He was whispering sweet things to her, telling her everything that she made him feel as if he couldn’t stop the words from escaping him.
Al really couldn’t… for some reason, he wanted her to know just how much he already cared for her. It was obvious to him that the woman needed tenderness and he was more than willing to give it. “I want you to be mine” Al confessed, kissing her cheek.
“I AM yours” Molly admitted, turning her head to capture his mouth with her own. “All I want is you…”
He growled happily: her statement sent a fresh flood of bliss through his core. “Baby… you keep talking like that, you’re going to make me come again…”
“Oh, yes” she whined, “I want you to come again, inside of me this time”
“Not before you, baby” Al promised, shifting downward so that he could suck on her right nipple.
Molly was in heaven: it was so nice to have a man who cared about her pleasure. “I’m close…” she warned, holding on to his head. “Oh, god, you’re going to make me come so hard…”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Al thrusted in to her with all of his might, wanting her to have a frantic climax.
Her blood was strumming in her ears and her entire body tingled as she neared completion. The idea that he was holding out for her turned her on: she could hear his groans and tell that he was just as close as she was.
“Come for me, love” Al entreated, switching over to her other nipple. “I want you to come on my cock”
She couldn’t hold on any longer… she tilted her head back and screamed as her peak hit, washing over her in strong, deep waves. Molly was vaguely aware that her inner muscles were squeezing him, and then she both felt and heard him come.
Al cried out lowly and then grunted with each pulse of his cock as he shot his come into her eager body. Oh god, it was so good to come inside of her, to know that he had brought her pleasure and been allowed his own. He thrust his hips raggedly a few more times out of instinct and then he went still, gasping for air…
Molly pressed kisses to his temple and rubbed his back as her body began to relax. She had been with other men before, but none of them had treated her like Al did… most certainly her ex hadn’t.
He stirred a few moments later, wanting to take his weight off of her smaller frame… but he stopped when she dug her nails into his shoulders.
“Stay inside of me” she begged, meeting his questioning gaze.
“Of course” Al replied, softly kissing her.
Molly allowed him to shift their bodies around so that she was on top of him and closest to the fire, her leg over his waist. Al wrapped his arms around her to keep her close.
Closing his eyes, he stretched and sighed pleasurably. “You know, Molly… I haven’t come twice like that since I was in my early twenties”
“I’ve never come like I do with you before in my life” she admitted, her fingertips playing over his chest. “You do things to me”
“I meant what I said… I want you to be mine”
She smiled at his possessiveness despite herself. “And I meant what I said: I’m yours, Al. I couldn’t be anything else”
“So this is more than just physical for you?”
Molly bit her lip: she hadn’t really thought about it before this moment, but she knew the answer as surely as she knew her name. “Yes” she confirmed, running her hand down to the flat of his stomach. The realization should have frightened her and yet she felt calm.
Her questing hand tickled him so he grabbed it and brought it up to his chest, playing with her fingers. “I’m so glad, honey: I want us to start over together”
“Me too”
“Think that you can handle dating a cop? I work odd hours sometimes”
She giggled: he made her feel so safe, how could she mind? “I can handle it… the question is can you handle dating me? I have baggage”
“I don’t care” Al answered honestly. “Whatever it is, we’ll work through it. I don’t give up easily”
Something about his tone of voice combined with his words made her tear up… maybe it was just that no one had ever said anything like that to her before.
He felt the wetness of her tears on his chest. “Love… what is it?” he inquired, genuinely concerned.
“I just… I feel like I’m dreaming. I’ve kept myself away from men for so long, and here you come along and say the sweetest things to me” Molly paused and took her hand from his so that she could wipe at her tears.
“Don’t cry” he consoled, smoothing her hair and placing a warm kiss on the top of her head. “You’re not alone anymore”
“You’re so fucking sweet” Molly intoned, smiling even as she wept.
Al kissed her forehead and shifted their bodies once more so that he was facing her and could look into her eyes. “So are you, honey… so are you…”
She met his lips when he kissed her, falling under the spell of his embrace so that her tears no longer flowed. God, but she felt new with him…
Al was now certain of one thing: if he ever met the man who had hurt her, he was going to fucking kill him.
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