a willow's bloom | ✓

scene two

     TWO cups of tea in Molly's warm apartment later, the two girls had learned more about each other. Upon arriving in Minc Cock Lane, the apartment complex Molly resides in, she excused herself to go change into more comfortable clothing. Now, she was wearing a red knitted jumper and a pair of black leggings to go with it.

"Where do you work?" Molly shifted on the loveseat, as she sat cross-legged, and took another sip of her tea. 

Willow took a gulp of her tea, and set it back on the small coffee table in front of them. "I work as a photographer. I've just always enjoyed capturing all the small beauties of the world." She winked at Molly suggestively, and looked back at her tea, a twinkle in her eyes. Molly bashfully smiled and took another small sip of her tea. 

"What about you?" Willow tilted her head in wonder, a faint smile still adorning her lips. 

"Um, right now I'm a Specialist Registrar. I work at the morgue in St. Barts." 

"Mm, the morgue, huh? You must have quite the stomach then. I don't think I'd ever be capable of such a thing." Both girls laughed.

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Molly awoke the next day to the sunlight filing through her blinds. She turned her head and looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand seeing it show 9:30 AM. Next to the clock was a piece of paper, which caused Molly to smile to herself. The previous day, before Willow left, she gave her number to Molly; she wanted her to call. 

Seeing the opportunity to check up on her new friend, she quickly grabbed her phone and sent a text. They arranged to meet up at a café near the apartment complex, and Molly quickly ran to her closet in order to find something suitable.

She still could not really comprehend the feelings she was getting when thinking of Willow. They had just met, and girls were never a thought in Molly's head, until her. Well, she obviously found a couple of girls in her teenage years cuter than what was considered a normal amount of cute, but she did not pick up on those emotions. Now, she was slightly stressing because she had not felt this way for someone since Tom or Sherlock.

Thinking of Sherlock made a small dent in her chest, but she tried to stay happy for her new friend, and just maybe, future girlfriend.

That word alone sent shivers down her arms and her heartbeat accelerated, so she carefully picked out a nice mid thigh dress and went to go finish getting ready.

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It had been two months since Molly and Willow met. The two had easily become inseparable, and always hung out when the opportunity arose.

One evening while hanging out at Molly's place, both girls were sitting on the loveseat watching a romance movie, when all of a sudden Willow made a subtle movement.

"Mm- what are you doing?" Molly wondered.

"Oh, nothing." Willow wrapped an arm around Molly's shoulder and scooted closer as she continued watching the movie. Molly instinctively settled back into her arms and smiled.

By the time the movie was over, the blankets were tossed about the floor, Willow spooning Molly on the loveseat as they both lightly snored in their sleep. Toby meowed from the blanket he was on top of, licking his fur clean as he was completely undisturbed.

Willow moved her arm to her face, groaning as she woke up from her nap. Molly snuggled closer to her chest, and pecked her shoulder blade. Her sharp intake of air made Molly's eyes snap open in alarm, and when she realized the position they were in, she flushed red. Willow simply chuckled and kissed Molly which made her breath stop.

Smiling into the kiss, she knew she was in too deep already. She had a warm feeling in her chest as she deepened the kiss, and she ended up allowing Willow to spend the night in her bedroom. 

Even when in the back of her mind, one sentence was on an obnoxious repeat.

You're going to regret it. You're going to regret it. You're going to regret it.