I was in the back when I heard the front door open as we were about to close.
"What are you doing here?" I heard Mollie say.
"Thought we were going to a party?" That was Alistair.
I could practically see him shrug in response. I came out and Mollie looked to me.
"Up to you," I said.
"Let's go then," he said, slipping her hand into mine.
Alistair grinned and led the way. Mollie stayed close to me all the way. I put my arm around her waist, holding her to me. She flushed.
"I'm not really dressed for a party," she murmured.
"Doesn't matter," I grinned, kissing her hair.
She looked up at me. I kissed her lips.
"You'll have time for making out later, guys," Alistair said as he walked ahead.
We both ignored him. I felt Mollie kiss me back, despite what Alistair said. I stopped walking so I could kiss her properly. She shivered and moved up on her tiptoes. I pulled her against me, tightening my arm around her waist.
She moaned and kissed me harder. Deepening our kiss, I ran a hand down her side.
"We're on the street," she said, shivering again.
"I don't care," I whispered, kissing along her jaw and down her neck.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment before pulling me even closer. Alistair had stopped and was just waiting a few metres away with his arms crossed. After a little while, I pulled away from her.
"This is getting out of control. Later," I promised her.
She looked up at me with a hunger in her eyes before glancing down, embarrassed.
"Yeah, sure," she mumbled.
I grinned and tipped her chin up, kissing her cheek. I took her hand and lead her to Alistair, who raised a questioning eyebrow.
"You done?" he asked.
"No," Mollie pouted.
My grin widened further. "For now," I said.
She carried on sulking.
Alistair continued walking and I followed, pulling her with me.
"When we get to whatever club we're going to, we'll find a dark corner," I whispered quietly in her ear.
She shivered and her cheeks turned red. I kissed her cheek and returned to following Alistair.
When we got there, the lights put Mollie into the slightly hypnotised state they were designed to. They stopped humans seeing what was really there, what really existed beyond their world.
"Do you want to see what's really here?" I asked her.
"See what?" she said looking to me and blinking. "Why have your eyes turned brown?"
"The lights. They stop you seeing the reality of everyone here."
"Oh... No, I'm fine."
"Okay," I said, kissing her briefly.
She flushed. "Can I have a drink?"
"Of course. I'll go and get you one. What would you like?"
I nodded and went to get it for her. The bartender found the non-alcoholic order odd, but passed it over to me. I took it back to Mollie.
She sipped it at it.
"So... Dark corner?" she asked.
I grinned. She giggled and hid her flush, taking a sip of her drink. I took her spare hand and pulled her up. She gasped. I grinned once again and moved to kiss her. She dodged the kiss.
"Now this is very public," she said quietly.
"Look around. How many other couples are kissing?" I asked.
"I'm not every other girl though," she said, sipping her drink.
"I know that," I told her.
"Besides, a part of me is saying we shouldn't get too intimate anyway."
"We've already been intimate, Mollie," I reminded her.
She blushed. "Yes, but I thought it was a dream, so it doesn't count," she snapped, turning her back on me.
I frowned and touched her hip lightly. "I'm sorry."
"I know but we're taking this thing like that night didn't happen. I wish it hadn't happened."
I didn't know what to say. I felt bad, and guilty, about taking advantage of her that night.
She sipped at her drink. I moved closer and kissed her shoulder
She looked at me. "I said no, Ryder."
I ran a hand down her arm, to her hand. I laced his fingers through hers. "Okay."
"I need another drink," she said.
"I'll get you one."
I moved to the bar and got her one.
"Hey, Ryder," Alistair said. "How's it going with Mollie?"
I shrugged. "Fine."
"You getting her drunk or what?"
"No, why would I?"
Alistair raised an eyebrow. "You know why. Why don't you?"
"Because she doesn't want to."
"That's why you get them drunk, Ryder."
"Bye, Alistair." I took Mollie's drink back to her, leaving Alistair at the bar.
When I returned, Mollie was being chatted up by a Fey. I purposefully draped my arm over her shoulders. I passed her the drink and kissed her cheek.
She glanced at me. "Ryder, this is Sam," she said, shrugging off my arm and sipping her drink.
"Hi," I said reluctantly, looking over him.
"Hi, Ryder. Have I met you before? You look familiar."
"I get around a lot."
"Sam was talking about his job. He's an architect," Mollie said, obviously feeling the need to inform me.
"Yeah. What is it you do?" Sam asked.
"Oh, this and that."
"He owns a bookshop," she said simply. "Very antique books."
"Among other things," Ryder said.
"Boring," Mollie teased before giggling to herself.
I smiled to myself slightly.
Sam glanced between the two of us, seeming confused.