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Starting Over	By : sugarkisses Category: S through Z > Top of the Lake Views: 913 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the morning, they ate breakfast and watched the sun rise over the lake. Al had asked her if she would like to go out on his boat, and Molly had agreed. The country around Lake Top was so incredibly beautiful and peaceful…
Al helped her onto his boat, which was tied up at the dock at the base of his house, and undid the ropes which held it in place before he climbed up to the steering wheel.
Sitting on the bench at the back of the boat, Molly watched as he started the engine and the boat hummed to life. She was wearing jeans and a light sweater of Al’s: for his part, he was in khakis and a dark green hoodie.
He looked so incredibly attractive to her: the green of the hoodie picked up his reddish-blond hair and light eyes.
Al drove them into the middle of the lake and then stopped the engine, allowing the boat to float along with the waves.
Molly smiled as he climbed down and took a seat next to her, wrapping his left arm around her shoulders.
“It’s so pretty out here” she breathed, looking around at the shoreline.
“It is” Al agreed, inhaling the fresh air. Gazing at Molly, he couldn’t help himself…
She jumped and squealed with happiness as he placed a kiss on the sensitive spot just under her right ear. “Al!”
“What’s this… you’re ticklish?” he teased, leaning in on her once more and licking the same spot he had just kissed.
Giggling, she playfully pushed at him. “Stop it!”
“Uh-uh” he denied, holding her firmly in his arms. “I love your laugh, honey”
Molly wasn’t just going to sit back and take it: she slipped her hands under his hoodie and found his ribs, tickling him with her fingertips.
“Hey!” Al cried, releasing her. “That’s not fair!”
She stopped her movements and allowed him to grab her hands with his own. “Do you come out here often?” she asked, trying to divert his attention.
Al leaned close and rubbed his nose against hers. “As often as I can… Gives me time to think”
“About Tui?”
He nodded in agreement. “Yeah… about Tui, about my cases…”
“I remember how scared she was of us when she first came into Paradise” Molly stated. “I don’t know what she thought we were going to do”
“Her mother passed away years ago, and the other women who live with Matt aren’t exactly what I would call role-models” Al squeezed her little hands with his fingers. “There have been so many women passing through that house that I’ve lost track of them all”
“You’re kidding” Molly uttered, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “But he’s so… gross”
He chuckled at her choice of words. “I take it he’s not your type?”
“God, no… you should have seen him talking to GJ. He was convinced that we were hiding Tui out there”
“Well, can’t say I could blame you if you had been. The way that he took the news of Tui’s pregnancy was odd, to say the least. He kept saying that she was too young to be pregnant instead of dealing with the reality of the situation” Al paused for a moment and evaluated her tiny hands with his eyes, turning them over so that he could see her palms. “Not that he’s ever been all there – between you and me, of course – but it was still very strange”
Molly could understand what he meant: Matt Mitchum disturbed her to say the least.
Al sighed and turned his head, gazing out over the water. “You can’t tell anyone that I said this – not even GJ. I can’t shake the feeling that Matt knows exactly what happened to Tui. We caught Tui shoplifting a couple of times: I thought that she was just rebelling against a lack of structure in her life, but I was wrong…”
“You feel like you failed her” Molly surmised, reading the look on his face. “You shouldn’t blame yourself, Al: how could you have known?”
He clicked his tongue in his mouth. “I should have talked with her more”
“She wouldn’t have told you” Molly answered. “She needed a woman to talk to, that’s why she came to Paradise: but she wouldn’t even talk to us”
Al shook his head. “I was supposed to protect her”
“You can’t be everywhere all the time, Al… and you can’t blame yourself for what happened. Victims are afraid of their abusers: believe me, I know”
He turned to look at her when she said that. “The police in San Francisco… did they prosecute him?” he inquired, referring to her ex.
“They wanted me to testify… I was too afraid, I just wanted to get away. I left…”
Al lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry, Molly”
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault”
“It’s our job to protect the innocent”
Molly pulled her right hand free of his larger left one and touched his face with her fingertips. “You’re a good man, Al… don’t get down on yourself. You’ll find her and you’ll make it right, I know you will”
God, but he loved her for trying to make him feel better. Leaning in towards her, he kissed her softly to show his appreciation…
They got lost in the embrace: it took Al a moment to register that he could hear a speed boat approaching. He let go of Molly suddenly and turned towards the noise… “Oh, shit” he swore, standing up.
“Al?” she queried, nervousness flooding her at his tone.
“It’s all right: I’ll handle this, you just stay where you are”
Following his line of sight, she saw the boat nearing them, and she saw who was driving it…
Matt cut the engine of his craft and pulled up alongside of Al’s boat, reaching out to grab on to the larger vessel. “Well, hello, Al” he stated, smiling at the Detective.
Molly tried her best to hide her revulsion as Matt’s eyes passed over her.
“You’re from Paradise” Matt continued. “One of GJ’s girls, hmm?”
She didn’t answer him: instead she allowed Al to take over.
“How can I help you, Matt?” Al asked, stepping towards the side of his boat.
Matt raised his eyebrows as he turned his gaze to Al. “And here I thought that they were a bunch of lesbians”
Al refused to let Matt rattle him. He instinctually put his hands on his hips in an attempt to establish dominance. “What do you need?”
“I want my daughter back”
“She’s not here on the lake”
“That’s what I was thinking… so what are you doing out here?”
Al didn’t like the way that Matt was squinting at him. “There’s a grid by grid search going on a few clicks from Paradise, you know that”
“And yet here you are, screwing around when you should be out there” Matt answered coldly. “It’s your job to find her, Al”
“I know what my job is, Matt. Have you thought about what I asked you? Who was Tui hanging around before she disappeared?”
Matt grew angry. “I’m not discussing that shit in front of her” he snarled, lifting his chin towards Molly. “Bitch helped Tui get away…”
Al was not going to let Matt talk that way about Molly. “Back off!” Al warned, leaning down to get in Matt’s face. “You need to calm down and relax!”
“Do your fucking job!”
“Do NOT mistake me for someone else!” Al seethed. “You think about what I asked you and come in to the station tomorrow to talk with me”
“You’re useless” Matt announced, letting go of Al’s boat so that he started to drift away. “I’ll find her myself”
“All right, you do that, then… and I’ll be the one to arrest the father of her baby”
Done talking for the moment, Matt started the engine on his boat and drove away, glaring at Al as he did so.
Molly waited until the other man was far from Al’s boat to release an anxious breath… She stood up slowly, making sure that she had her sea legs, and made her way over to Al.
He was still fuming when he felt her slip her little hand into his: her touch cooled his anger, but he still mumbled, “Fucking hate him”
“You didn’t let him back you down” Molly breathed, hoping to get him to focus on the positive.
Al sighed and looked at her: she was gazing up at him with a tender smile of reassurance on her face. He grinned in response. “You’re right… He likes to be a bully, that fucker”
“Didn’t bully you… I have to give you credit for that”
“Want to go below deck?” Al invited, raising his eyebrows at her suggestively.
She couldn’t help but to giggle. “Al?” she asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.
His adrenaline was going from his fight with Matt: it made his blood strum in his ears. “Well, you know, Molly… what we do together, it’s a wonderful stress reliever…” Al explained, leaning close to her.
He was so near to her, and she could relate to his need. Molly stepped into his body and tilted her head upward, silently begging for a kiss.
Al gave it to her, moaning at her sweet taste. He tried to go slow, but in seconds he was feeding upon her mouth hungrily. Since he was used to being out on his boat, it was easy for him to maintain their embrace whilst guiding them over to the center of the craft.
The next time she opened her eyes, they were inside of the belly of the boat and Al was pressing her up against a set of cabinets. She reached down between their bodies and found his hard cock… Molly traced her fingertips along his length through the fabric of his pants.
“Oh, god” Al swore lowly, nipping at her neck. “I need you so much right now”
“You have me” she stated sweetly, starting in on his fly with her hands.
He was so damn horny at the moment: the second that she had his pants and boxers down, he undid her jeans.
Molly was quick to get out of her shoes and shuck away her jeans and panties…
He couldn’t help himself: wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her up and impaled her on his hardness.
She yelped in a combination of bliss and surprise, trying desperately with her hands to grab a hold of him. She came up with handfuls of his hoodie…
“Sorry” Al apologized, hoping that he hadn’t hurt her. He remained still for a moment, worried that he had been too rough.
“Don’t apologize” Molly retorted, her lips pressed to his cheek. “Fuck me”
Giving a growl of contentment, Al held her up against the wall and began to thrust in and out of her. She was wet around him, which allayed his fear that he could be moving too fast for her: the last thing that he wanted to do was to hurt her with his ardor.
Kissing his jaw, she dug her nails into his shoulders and cried out with ecstasy. Molly had experienced quickies before, but never one so passionate. Al was pounding into her again and again with his cock while he nipped at her neck with his teeth and sucked at her flesh. His lovemaking was possessive, but she liked it.
His movements were so feverish that he quickly felt an orgasm building within him. “Molly” Al warned, groaning, “Baby, I’m going to come…”
“Me too” she confessed with a whine, already gasping for breath. “Keep going!”
Oh, but he didn’t need to be told twice… he fucked her hard, until he came with a shout, his hips snapping into hers…
Molly did her best to hold on to him while she was pinned to the wall: she felt his cock swell inside of her, and then his organ spasmed so that she could feel every jet of his fluid. It was more than enough to take her over the edge. “Al!” she wailed.
Oh god, her inner muscles began to milk him as his orgasm was ebbing, which heightened his pleasure. He tried to keep the both of them upright, but he simply couldn’t.
They crumpled down to the floor of the cabin, still wrapped around one another. The only sound that met their ears was that of their gasping…
“Oh, honey” Al bemoaned, his heart thudding in his chest. “I hope I didn’t hurt you”
Molly smiled at how considerate he was and relaxed her hands, which were still gripping him. “Don’t worry, you didn’t… besides, I wouldn’t mind if you did: that is, if you did it that way”
Chuckling, he placed his hands on her waist and scooted the both of them backwards so that he was sitting on the floor with her in his lap. She cooed at the sensation, which he adored. “I don’t know what came over me, love”
“I would say you had an adrenaline drop from your confrontation with Matt” she surmised, kissing him softly. “You had some energy that you needed to get rid of… and you did so, in the sweetest way”
Al cupped her face in his hands and gave her another kiss. “You sound like a psychiatrist”
“Mmm-mmm” Molly denied. “I just happen to know a few things: GJ taught me, actually”
“Sounds like she’s wiser than I thought…”
“I think you gave me a hickey” she stated offhandedly, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
“Did I? I’m sorry…”
“No, don’t be: I like it”
Al shifted a bit, stretching beneath her. “Male wolves do that…” he offered up out of nowhere. “They bite into the females’ neck while mating”
She sat back up slowly so that she could look into his eyes. “Are you saying that you’re a wolf?” Molly teased.
“Well, there’s evidence to that effect” he answered cheekily, running his right index finger over the mark that he had made on her neck. “I hope it doesn’t hurt”
“It doesn’t” Molly assured.
“I’ve never been with a woman who drives me as crazy as you do, Molly” Al stated, absentmindedly observing the marks that his teeth had left in her skin. “I guess I just subconsciously want to mark you as mine”
She kissed him once more in response to his words. At the moment, there was nothing that she wanted more than to be his.
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