mollythehooper asked: [text] I think you'd look good on a slab in the morgue. Mx [text] Not dead, just naked with a sheet tenting a particular part of you. Mx [text] If there weren't security cameras, I'd be on you in a moment. Mx [text] I hope no one comes in now. Mx [text] I'm squirming like mad where I am now. Mx [text] It's been too long, if I'm like this now. I should go home really. Mx (blushing meme)
yourboswell:
yourboswell:
[Text: Molly] Oh my god. -JW
[Text: Molly] What time do you get off work? -JW
[Text: Molly] Or take the day off. Tell them you’re sick. -JW
[Text: Molly] Just saw my last appointment for the day. -JW
[Text: Molly] Meet me at the flat as soon as you can. -JW
[text] You want me to leave now? Mx
[text] I’ll see if I can sneak out of here. Wish me luck. Mx
mollythehooper asked: [text] I think you'd look good on a slab in the morgue. Mx [text] Not dead, just naked with a sheet tenting a particular part of you. Mx [text] If there weren't security cameras, I'd be on you in a moment. Mx [text] I hope no one comes in now. Mx [text] I'm squirming like mad where I am now. Mx [text] It's been too long, if I'm like this now. I should go home really. Mx (blushing meme)
yourboswell:
[Text: Molly] Oh my god. -JW
[Text: Molly] What time do you get off work? -JW
[Text: Molly] Or take the day off. Tell them you’re sick. -JW
[text] It’s still another three hours. Mx
[text] I’ve already done everything so my mind began to wander. Mx
[text] I may be able to leave if nothing comes in before I get out of the door. Mx
yourboswell:
yourboswell:
Shower Kiss
John woke to the sound of water splashing against porcelain. Molly was up, then, likely for an early shit at Bart’s. John yawned and dragged himself out of bed, padding toward the bathroom in nothing but his shirt and boxers. Once the door was closed behind him, he tugged off his clothes and slid the shower door open.
“Morning,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist. Molly let out a giggle and turned to face him, radiant and full of energy. He, however, was still drained from their night spent tangled together, and couldn’t help but feel old and slow. She was beautiful, hair plastered to her shoulders, cute little nose pink with the heat of the water. He loved her especially in like this, no makeup, just big eyes and a dimpled grin as she laced her arms around his neck.
“I won’t keep you long,” John assured her. “I just wanted a kiss before you left.” He leaned forward and pressed their lips together, letting one slid up to brush her hair aside.
“A minute or two?” John teased, smiling back at Molly. “Time for two or three kisses? That sounds wonderful to me.” Voice still thick with sleep, he gave a little laugh and rested their foreheads together.
“And, if you’re a little late, it’s not like your patients can complain. Boss, maybe. Bodies? They can keep an extra ten minutes, can’t they?”
Molly did not like to be late for work if she could avoid it, but in this warm shower while she was pressed up against John, she could not help but to agree to what he was saying. “Two or three kisses? I’m sure we can fit more than that in. And I don’t just mean more kisses.”
Grinning across to him, she pressed her small frame in closer to his, her lip finding his once more. There was something addictive about John. He was kind, sweet and loving, making Molly not be able to get enough of him for some reason. She was happier with him than she had ever been before and she was not going to give this up for a long while yet.
yourboswell:
Shower Kiss
John woke to the sound of water splashing against porcelain. Molly was up, then, likely for an early shit at Bart’s. John yawned and dragged himself out of bed, padding toward the bathroom in nothing but his shirt and boxers. Once the door was closed behind him, he tugged off his clothes and slid the shower door open.
“Morning,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist. Molly let out a giggle and turned to face him, radiant and full of energy. He, however, was still drained from their night spent tangled together, and couldn’t help but feel old and slow. She was beautiful, hair plastered to her shoulders, cute little nose pink with the heat of the water. He loved her especially in like this, no makeup, just big eyes and a dimpled grin as she laced her arms around his neck.
“I won’t keep you long,” John assured her. “I just wanted a kiss before you left.” He leaned forward and pressed their lips together, letting one slid up to brush her hair aside.
Molly had not expected John to be up so early. It was barely past five and she was already in the shower, getting ready for her long day of work. So when the shower door slid open, she could not help the smile that formed on her face as he slipped his arms around her middle.
When he kissed her, Molly all but melted into his arms, her hands grasping at his neck lightly as she stepped in closer to him. The stream of water was making him wet in the places where her soft body was not pressed up against his now, making it simple for one hand to slide down his back as far as she could reach from where her elbow was rested on his shoulder and for her other hand to curl around his short locks.
“A kiss? Is that all you wanted now? I think I may have a minute or two to spare.” Grinning to him, she lead him back so they were both under the stream of water flowing downwards. “How does that sound to you?”
My name is Molly Hooper, I'm single 