#2030david

“God, I love you-" Molly blinks, her hand hovering over Rocker's shoulder where she had given her boyfriend an ice pack. Rocker had come back from a hard mission, his body bruised and battered. Tan had said that he had been hit with a truck. "But only lightly," Rocker had joked, before he grimaced and Molly had decided to take him home before he laughed himself into more pain. Now Rocker looks up at her, shoulders tense, and Molly can probably guess what's going through his head. How they haven't been doing this for very long, how they're both still learning each other's baggage and finding their footing. "Yeah?" Molly asks and she sits besides Rocker on the couch, taking in the bruising around the side of his face that is deep in color. He's going to be on desk duty for a while after he's healed up. Her father had been very clear that he wasn't even allowed in SWAT for at least a week. "It's not just addrenaline-" Rocker starts and Molly just stops him, leaning in for a quick kiss. "I know," She says softly as she rests her forehead against Rocker's gently. Closing her eyes and going in for another kiss. "I love you too." Because she does, and has probably had for some time now. She hates that she hasn't said it earlier, hates that she almost didn't get a chance to say it at all. "Next time don't let a truck shake it loose from you Donny," Molly says smiling at the way Rocker's nose scrunches up. "It was only a little hit-" He starts and Molly shoves him away lightly, only feeling a little sorry when he groans.