Look East | A Hozier Fanfiction |

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You will enjoy these last two days with her. You will not wallow in depression or any of that other bullshit. You will put on a good face and make good memories. For both of you. 

Andrew stared at himself in the mirror, running the monologue over and over in his head. It had finally come at last. He and Molly had just checked in to their hotel suite at the Westbury in Dublin and the resolve he'd spent the train ride over building up was already cracking. 

"Holy shit, Andrew. This place is amazing," Molly exclaimed. 

He'd managed to get them the Terrace Suite and she'd been blown away by the view. Time to face the music, he thought. 

"Being me does have its perks occasionally," he said, opening the bathroom door. 

She looked over at him in surprise. "Wait, did you pull the do you know who I am thing?" 

He chuckled. "No. I paid like everyone else does. I do have a bit of money, you know," he winked at her. 

She smiled and walked out onto the terrace. The sun was shining brightly and she glowed in its light. "Seriously, thank you for doing this," she said. "You didn't have to. And I'm paying you back half. I insist."

"Molly, think of it as my going away present to you," he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "You don't even have to find space for it in your suitcases."

She kissed him gently on the lips. "Seriously, Andrew. Thank you." They stood in silence for several seconds. "When do we have to meet everyone at the pub?" she asked. 

He checked his watch. "About three hours," he replied. 

"Good," Molly said as a wicked grin spread across her face. She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. "You're gonna fuck me right here, right now."

"Outside?" he asked in astonishment. "In broad daylight?"

"Why not?" she countered, sliding her jeans down and kicking them to the side. "We've literally fucked underneath a tree during a rainstorm."

"That was different," he replied. "We're downtown. With people around us. People can see us."

"Not down here they can't," Molly said with a coquettish grin as she sank to her knees and began to undo his belt. 

He had to grip the sliding door handle when he felt her mouth around his cock. "They'll hear us," he said, straining to keep his voice low.

"So we'll have to be quiet, won't we?" she answered. 

They were mostly obscured from view as long as they laid on the wooden floor. A thick hedge ran along the outside of the terrace and a screen was barely visible running from the edge of a green striped awning to the top of the half wall underneath the hedge. He knew from the street it was unlikely that anyone would see them on such a sunny day. But they'd definitely be able to hear them. 

"Come on, Andrew. Be brave," she needled him before running her tongue over the tip of his cock. 

So he was. He kneeled down in front of her, kissing her as she laid back. The carpet on the floor bit into his knees as he slid his jeans off, but he didn't care. The entire summer had been a wild one, full of things he would have never done otherwise. Naked late night swims. Sex in a thunderstorm under a tree. Beans on toast in the middle of hurricane-force winds. Fucking on a terrace at one of Dublin's most exclusive hotels in broad daylight seemed like a good thing to add to the list. 

When they were finished, he took her to the shower and they took turns scrubbing every inch of each other's bodies. Finally, when their fingers and toes were completely wrinkled over and the bathroom was filled with steam, they got out to start getting ready to meet the others. The red dress from the gallery opening made another appearance for the evening and he was glad that they'd have the room to themselves that night so he could appreciate taking it off of her more.