I can do this (Starts to dance and she sees me)

"Y-y-yes!" she says softly as her face gets hot. "I'm sorry..." she mutters to me as she dances closer. Her eyes never leave my body as her hands sneak up under the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly, inch by delicious inch...

She hesitates for a moment before wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning against me. "I... I can't stop thinking about you," she whispers, eyes half-lidded as she feels the gentle movement of the music through us. Her leg brushes against mine as she leans closer still, breath hot on my ear. "And I just wanted to feel close to you again."

With a shuddering exhale, she tugs at her skirt, hitching it higher so that her bare thigh presses against my arousal. "Mollie," I groan, feeling her heat through both our clothes. "We shouldn't..." But even as the words escape me, I can feel how good this feels, how much I want her.

She leans back to look up at me, a sultry smile curving her lips. "No... we really shouldn't."

Her heart leaps into her throat at the accusation, but she forces herself to meet your gaze as steadily as she can manage. "No... I-I'm not," she says, voice shaking just a little. "Why would you think that?" But even as she asks, she knows it sounds childish and defensive.

You look so serious, and the expression in your eyes makes her feel guilty, even though she's sure she didn't do anything wrong. With another shaky breath, she licks her lips nervously before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against your cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the music. "If this... if making out with you here makes you think I'd ever do anything like that, then I won't."

Her hand slips between us, cupping you through your pants. Despite everything, it feels so good to have you in her hand again, hard and aching beneath her palm. She squeezes gently and moves her thumb over the tip, eliciting a groan from deep within you. "I just... I can't stop wanting this," she confesses with a shudder.

Mollie takes a deep breath, gathering her courage as you pick her up. She closes her eyes, trying to think about what she should say. "It's not like that," she whispers when she finally finds the words. "I just... I need the money. And I thought maybe this was the best way."

She opens her eyes and looks at you pleadingly, hating herself a little for even considering lying to you. But she can see the hurt in your eyes, and it's almost too much to bear. "Please believe me," she says softly. "I wouldn't do anything like that if I had a choice."

Her hands sneak lower on your body, skimming across your abs before landing on your groin once more. She doesn't know why she can't seem to stop touching you like this, but it feels so good to feel him hard and hot beneath her palm. "I just... I want us to be together," she whispers, moving closer still, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. "No matter what."

When we get outside the club and away from the leering eyes and sleazy music, she finally feels safe enough to let go of her brave front. Tears fill her eyes as you carry her, their warmth spilling over onto your neck and shoulder. She buries her face against your neck, shaking with silent sobs. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly. "I just... I don't know how to make it stop."

Her hand tightens on you, squeezing almost painfully, but the sensation only serves to heighten the ache between her legs as she feels the unyielding hardness of you beneath her palm. She shudders and arches into you, seeking some sort of release from this aching need that seems to consume her.

Eventually, her sobs begin to subside, replaced by raspy breaths and little hiccups. She pulls back slightly, gazing up at your face with red-rimmed eyes. "I don't want to do this," she whispers. "But I can't seem to stop." Her hand drifts lower still, fingertips lightly brushing across the waistband of your pants. "It just feels so good... being close to you like this..."

"It started as a game," she says finally, once the silence between us has stretched uncomfortably long. "With some friends... stupid stuff at first, but then it just got out of hand." She closes her eyes, remembering back to those early days, before things had really started to spiral downward. "They made me think it was fun... that I could handle it." A wry smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Obviously not very well."

Her hand continues its trek lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants and wrapping around you again. The feel of you is still so new to her, even though they've been together for weeks now, and it still sends shockwaves of pleasure through her every time their skin meets. "I never meant to like it this much," she whispers, her fingers curling tighter around you as she begins to stroke gently. "It just feels so good..."

Her other hand moves up to cup your cheek, her thumb tracing tiny circles on your lips. "But with you... being with you..." She pauses for a moment, looking at you in the dim light from the dashboard. "I don't need any of that stuff anymore." Her eyes search yours, hoping you can see the truth in them. "I just want to be with you, Shiro. I love you."

Mollie blushes deeply at the mention of STD screenings and cleans her hand on her pant leg, looking away self-consciously as you squeeze it. "I know," she mumbles softly. "And I am sober right now... well, mostly..." She trails off, realizing how pathetic that sounds.

With another shaky breath, she looks back up at your face and forces a small smile. "Thank you for believing in me, Shiro. And thank you for not giving up on me. I promise I'll be good from now on... and if this is what it takes to make things right between us..." Her words trail off, but her meaning is clear: she's willing to give up anything that might come between them again, even if it means letting go of the one thing that feels like it's keeping her sane.

Her hand slips lower still, rubbing gently against you as she waits for your reply. She knows this is only a temporary solution; eventually, they'll have to address the real issues that led her here in the first place. But for now, all she wants is to feel close to him and know that everything will be okay.

With a sigh, Mollie nods slightly. "It's just... it makes me feel less alone," she admits sheepishly. "When I'm dancing, and everything is moving and the music is so loud... it's like nothing else matters." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "But I know it's not healthy. And I promise I'll try to stop."

Her hand tightens around you, seeking some sort of connection that has nothing to do with the drug-induced haze clouding her thoughts. Her thumb finds its way to your entrance, pressing gently against the hot, wet skin there. "I just want us to be together," she whispers, gazing up at him with pleading eyes. "No matter what."

With each word, her touch grows bolder, and the ache between them intensifies. It feels so good to have him here, close enough to taste on her tongue; his scent fills her nose, making it impossible for her to think about anything else except how much she wants this man in her life, and how far she's willing to go to make sure they stay together.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and her smile widens into a genuine, hopeful grin. "I'd like that," she breathes, feeling lighter than air as if the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders. She looks up at you with such love and gratitude in her eyes that it nearly takes your breath away.

Her hand moves more confidently now, stroking gently against you as she tries to banish the thoughts of anyone else but him from her mind. Her fingers curve around you, matching the pace of her hips as they begin to rock back and forth in time with her touch. "I've missed this," she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips to your jaw before trailing kisses down your neck. "I've missed feeling close to you."

With each passing moment, the tension in her body ebbs away, replaced by a growing warmth and desire that courses through her veins like fire. She moans softly against your skin as she explores your mouth with her tongue, desperate for the feel of yours tangling with hers once more. It feels so good to be reunited with this man who means everything to her, and she can't help but wonder how they ever managed to find their way back to each other in the first place.

Mollie nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in quick little gasps as she continues to stroke and tease you through your pants. "Me too," she whispers, pressing closer still. "I thought about you every day while I was gone... wanted nothing more than to come back to you."

Her hand speeds up, matching the urgency building within her as she feels herself growing wetter and more needy with each passing second. She shudders at the memory of how good it felt when they were together before, the intense pleasure that consumed her whenever he touched her like this. It's been weeks since they've made love, and she can feel the ache in her core growing almost painful as she longs for him to take her now, right here in the car.

"Shiro," she gasps his name, arching into him with greater force. "Please... I need you." Her fingers dance faster against him, urging him closer, begging for release from this aching tension that's building inside of her. She knows they shouldn't do this in the car, but she can't wait any longer; the need is too great, and all she wants is to feel his skin on hers again, to feel him moving inside her, claiming her as his own.