Molly & Gabe
Molly's lips brushed his ear lightly as they moved. "It's a suggestion, Gabe." A brush of her lips against his neck and she continued to sway with him. She knew dancing with him was doing just as much in her mind, for her desires, as it would likely be doing for his. She wanted to have fun with him. They worked. It was only logical that they had some play- it had been too long, in her mind.
Her body molded to his and her arms moved to hold him closer. His warmth and the brush of his hair against her arms was pleasant, and she had no qualms about letting him know she wanted him, as typically it was a mutual thing and if it wasn't he could tell her to back off on it.