Keep Holding On

chapter 10

a/n: smut: fingering, blowjob, protected sex (condom)

Molly spread out a towel on the sandy beach, basking in the warmth of the sun. She turned to Spencer with a playful smile, holding up a bottle of sunscreen.

"Spencer, would you mind putting some sunscreen on my back?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

Spencer, momentarily distracted by the sight of Molly in her bathing suit, snapped back to attention. He cleared his throat, nodding a bit too eagerly, "Uh, sure. No problem."

As he applied the sunscreen, Spencer couldn't help but marvel at the way the sun kissed her skin, creating a gentle glow.

After Spencer finished applying sunscreen to Molly's back, she graciously took the bottle from his hands. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she said, "Alright, your turn. We can't have you turning into a lobster out here."

Spencer, well aware of his fair complexion, chuckled nervously, "Yeah, I burn pretty easily."

Molly, with a gentle touch, started applying sunscreen to Spencer's back. As her hands moved across his skin, Spencer couldn't help but shiver slightly at the sensation. 

Despite his usual aversion to the beach, Spencer found himself surprisingly content. The happiness radiating from Molly, her infectious laughter, and the joy she found in the beach atmosphere made it all worthwhile for him. 

He couldn't deny the simple pleasure of sharing these moments with her, making the beach, for the first time, a place he was more than willing to be.

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Molly emerged from the bathroom with a smile, her eyes locking onto Spencer, who was perched at the edge of the bed, engrossed in his phone. The sight of his focused expression prompted her to ask, "Work? Do you have to go?"

Spencer looked up, his attention shifting from the device to Molly. "No, it's just about a case. Background stuff and some new developments, but I'm not going anywhere," he assured her.

"Good," Molly replied, relieved. She joined him on the bed, sitting down and staring at him with a contemplative expression. Spencer, sensing there was more on her mind, inquired, "What is it?"

She hesitated for a moment before responding, "Nothing. I've just been thinking..." Molly wrapped her arms around him, inhaling his comforting scent. 

Shifting her position, she settled onto his lap and looked into his eyes. With a soft smile, she asked, "Would you be interested in taking things further tonight?"

Spencer took a moment, contemplating the suggestion, which made Molly feel a twinge of worry. 

As she began to backtrack, apologizing and assuring him that it was okay, Spencer interrupted, saying, "No, no. Wait. I do want that... I just... didn't expect you to..." he admitted.

Molly couldn't help but smile at his response. "Spencer, I want it too. Every time you touch me, I feel like I'm gonna explode, and I trust you, obviously. So, I don't see why... we should wait... Do you want to wait?" she asked.

Spencer chuckled, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and desire. "No, I don't want to wait." he replied, his fingers gently tracing the outline of Molly's hand.

Molly grinned, her playful side surfacing. "Well, then, what are we waiting for?" she teased, her tone laced with anticipation.

Spencer pulled her into a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of their shared longing.

As they broke the kiss, Molly couldn't help but laugh, the nervous energy dissipating. "You smell really good," she confessed, running her fingers through his hair.