♬ Presto et Nocturne ♬

           :{ ♪ }:  “He likes to push people, to try to make them angry, or make fun of them.  It’s just how he is, but I’ll keep you safe.”  She hugged her arms around him, leaning down to hold him close while they walked. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t say anything that hurts you.  Okay?  He can play nice.”

            :{ ♪ }:  “He lives with me, but he’s not always home.  He likes to keep himself busy so he’s always out doing what he likes.”  Pressing her finger to her chin, Molly hummed.  “...no he’s probably not a nice person.  He likes to tease people... but he’s always nice to me.”  He does more than just teasing.  “Oh but don’t worry, I won’t let him be mean to you!”

           “Are you here to confess, child?”

               “Ah um no not really I was just admiring this place...  What a pretty church.  It must be fantastic staying here so often.”  Shaking her head, she held out her hand for him.  “Excuse me father, my name is Molly.  It’s nice to meet you.”

And with that being said, he bent his knees down, giving her one more kiss before lowering his head below hers, moving one arm behind both her legs and the other up her back, and what did he do? Pick her up bridal style.

          :{ ♪ }:  “Hua!!”  Throwing her arms around Rory and trying to control her laughter, Molly settled into his arms.  “What are you going to do with me?”  She pushed her face into his neck, kissing and sucking on it lavishly and doing her best to be a pest while he carried her away.  

“Lots of it if you want.”

           :{ ♪ }:  Rory was being such a sweetheart and Molly couldn’t help a smile from slipping into her features.  Curling her arms around his neck to keep him close right after the kiss, Molly’s giggles ruined her facade of being sensual.  “We could do all of those things.  With lots of that extra thing on top.”  Now her face was a little more sultry.  “Whatcha think?”

“No problem, i’m just saying the truth.”

           :{ ♪ }:  Her eyes lit right up at the compliment.  She really did like being compared to rabbits.  “Well... if you think I’m that cute then what are you going to do about it?”  Obviously the forehead kiss wasn’t quite enough affection.

«♏» “Nah, i’m just a little low on cute stuff. But good thing you came along because you’re the definition of cute.”

             “...but thank you...”

“Ah Molly..it’s good to have you here. Making me happy and all.”

           :{ ♪ }:  ”Are you okay?  You seem weird today.”  Nuzzling her nose into his back, Molly squeezed him as tightly as she could manage with her frail little arms.  “I can keep trying to make you happy if you want!”