Molly & Wesson
Yeah, Wesson's game was probably considered a bit weird to those that would witness it. But he really was getting crazy excited about consent and discussions about consent. After all his mother was one of the foremost authors on feminist theory and consent culture, so it was only natural her sons also inherited this. Or had it drilled into them all their lives. Either way, Wess was completely okay with this conversation. And making it known he definitely wanted to kiss her.
As she stepped closer to him he realized he should probably stop talking. It was considered rude to kiss someone when they were still talking, especially when it was about consent. Which left the two of them just staring at each other and he didn't say anything as he left this in her court. It was her dare after all. She had to kiss a stranger. Not that a stranger had to kiss her. Although he would have. And as she told him he might get a chance to prove that he would kiss her even if life and death wasn't on the line. And her smirk was perfect as she reached up, her hands cupping his face as her lips met his with a very enthusiastic kiss that was both tender and passionate and by the Goddess, what was he supposed to do with such a kiss?!
Carefully, Wess put his hands on her hips, not taking any liberties with her, just because she was kissing him, but he did lean into her, his lips moving against hers, in an equally responsive way. And he couldn't help the way one of his hands moved up from her hip to cup the back of her head, feeling how soft her colorful hair was in his fingers. And as much as he wanted to deepen the kiss, to really taste this little firecracker, he didn't. This was a dare, not making out on a club dance floor or because two people liked each other.