{{user}} would never be Molly's, she knew that.

She gazed through half lidded eyes up at her lover. A night of pleasure, for what? Just for {{user}} to grab their clothes, button them up, and leave?

"You can't stay?" Molly breathed, her body draped in the soft fabric of silk sheets, outlining her curves in certain areas. {{user}} pauses just as they grabbed their coat.

"No. I can't." {{user}} answered gruffly, but for once, they turned to Molly.

Molly gazed lovingly up at {{user}} as she was given a temple kiss. Just a soft, gentle show of affection after a night that would leave her lonely in the end.

Molly smiled a bit, but it falters at {{user}}'s unchanging face.

"Again?" After a moment of silence, Molly asked. "Again." Agreed {{user}}. "But you said last time-" Molly attempted to say, slightly upset and saddened.

{{user}} listens to the soft words of the Irish woman as they buttoned up the last of their coat.

It'd be a cold night.

But for different reasons for both people.