Nace Bilby
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(Written with Molly)
Nace Bilby started to spread bedding across the sofa in the hotel room that he and Molly were sharing.
"Right, I'll sleep on the sofa and you can get the bed." Nace began, as he walked over to the bed and grabbed a pillow to put on the sofa, “I think the bed’s a bit more comfortable and thus you should get it.”
Nace glanced over at the blonde woman walking out from behind the privacy screen waiting for her answer.
When Molly heard that she was going to be sharing a room with Nace as part of their cover, there wasn’t much to worry about. They had already grown close within the past few weeks and she knew it would be more comfortable with him than a stranger. Though she hadn’t thought of the sleeping situation until now.
“That's not quite fair, I think. You can go ahead and take the bed. I'm fine on the couch.” Molly said as she looked at the hotel room’s tiny sofa, “Besides, I think I fit on it better than you."
"That's awfully ungentlemanly, I'll not have the lady be uncomfortable." Nace replied as he regarded Molly, over one shoulder, as she was standing behind him and to the left.
"There’s no need for that, boyscout. Really. I insist." Molly replied.
"I do believe chivalry is not extinct, thereby a lady should be the comfortable one." Nace countered, with a raised eyebrow.
Seeing as he wasn’t changing his mind, the blonde decided to switch to more stubborn tactics, "Yes, but just look at that couch. It's silly! Your feet would hang right off! Listen, if you're not getting on the bed then I will take the floor." Molly grabbed a pillow off the bed and lay on the carpet.
"For God's sake, Molly, I'm sure we can share the bed..." Nace protested as he turned around to see Molly on the floor and walked over to her.
As Nace did so he realized that his last sentence didn’t come out the way he’d intended, one that could easily be misconstrued. He began to turn beet red and said, “Oh bugger that didn’t come out right…”
Molly giggled at Nace’s backtracking, she thought it was endearing everytime the South African would get tongue tied. He only admitted to her recently that his first kiss was at 21 years old, and though he was usually intuitive, she felt he still had a long way to go towards understanding women. Her nickname for him--boyscout--came from both his adherence to the code of chivalry and lack of relationship experience, "I'm sure you didn't mean it that way.” As Molly peered up from the floor she saw the king sized mattress, "It is a big enough bed."
Nace reached a hand down to help Molly stand up, and he felt that just oh so electrifying sensation run through him. The same one that felt like he had stuck his finger into an electrical socket that would immediately be followed by a certain pitter patter of his heart. The same feeling he would get whenever he and Molly would touch for any reason.
Molly took Nace’s hand, realizing how easily he pulled her up. Her cheeks became warm with a blush and she spoke quickly to hide the fact, “We can be logical adults about this.”
Nace nodded, satisfied she was steady on her feet and reluctantly let go of Molly’s hand, he had noticed the smooth feel of her skin and rather immediately noted it felt exactly as soft as it looked. He turned towards the couch, taking the bedding from it and began to spread it back onto the bed. He did note the blush in the back of his mind, but chose not to say anything, wondering just what that was all about.
He had very nearly missed Molly’s next words, being somewhat lost in a small reverie.
"You can take the right side, and I'll be here. Deal?"
"Deal. You get the left side and I'll get the right." Nace said, as he slid into the bed beside her, "Good night."
Molly smiled serenely, satisfied that a truce had been reached before she crawled under the blankets and turned off the lights, “Night, boyscout.”
----
The next morning Nace knocked on the bathroom door. He didn’t hear any noise so he opened the door just in time to be graced by the sight of Molly’s bare back as she dried herself off with a small white towel.
Molly spun round, clutching the towel to herself, letting out a short scream before shouting, “Nace! Why didn't you knock?"
“Oh dear God, I’m sorry...I didn’t know you were there.” Nace stammered. Granted under other circumstances that was a sight he would have loved to see.
Eyes up, eyes up, wanker. Nace thought as he further said, “I did knock, and I didn’t hear anything so I assumed the bathroom was empty.”
Nace turned a bright shade of crimson from embarrassment, attempting to think of anything but looking down. Keep an eye towards her face. Eye towards face. For God’s sake, bru…
Molly shifted her weight forward, to make sure that they had eye contact as she asked, “Nace?”
It was around then that Nace realized that due to Molly’s shorter height maintaining eye contact meant he did have to look down. And see her clad in little more than water droplets and a small white towel.
“Yeah?” Nace replied, still in somewhat of a daze. He was still turning red, trying the best to think of the least sexy thoughts he could think of.
Molly stepped closer to him, till she was oh so kissably close to him, before saying in a husky, instructive voice inches from his face, “...Knock. Harder. Next. Time.”
“Right. Sorry about that.” Nace replied. Wanker.
Molly smirked before pushing Nace backwards a tad, making sure he was outside of the doorframe. It was only because of Nace’s current stunned state that she was able to accomplish this.
“And, at least let me get dressed.”
Standing outside the doorframe Nace said, “Right, I’ll leave you to finish up in there.”
Nace saw Molly turn around as she closed the door and was it his imagination or did he notice a sly smile on her face while she did so.
Nace Bilby started to spread bedding across the sofa in the hotel room that he and Molly were sharing.
"Right, I'll sleep on the sofa and you can get the bed." Nace began, as he walked over to the bed and grabbed a pillow to put on the sofa, “I think the bed’s a bit more comfortable and thus you should get it.”
Nace glanced over at the blonde woman walking out from behind the privacy screen waiting for her answer.
When Molly heard that she was going to be sharing a room with Nace as part of their cover, there wasn’t much to worry about. They had already grown close within the past few weeks and she knew it would be more comfortable with him than a stranger. Though she hadn’t thought of the sleeping situation until now.
“That's not quite fair, I think. You can go ahead and take the bed. I'm fine on the couch.” Molly said as she looked at the hotel room’s tiny sofa, “Besides, I think I fit on it better than you."
"That's awfully ungentlemanly, I'll not have the lady be uncomfortable." Nace replied as he regarded Molly, over one shoulder, as she was standing behind him and to the left.
"There’s no need for that, boyscout. Really. I insist." Molly replied.
"I do believe chivalry is not extinct, thereby a lady should be the comfortable one." Nace countered, with a raised eyebrow.
Seeing as he wasn’t changing his mind, the blonde decided to switch to more stubborn tactics, "Yes, but just look at that couch. It's silly! Your feet would hang right off! Listen, if you're not getting on the bed then I will take the floor." Molly grabbed a pillow off the bed and lay on the carpet.
"For God's sake, Molly, I'm sure we can share the bed..." Nace protested as he turned around to see Molly on the floor and walked over to her.
As Nace did so he realized that his last sentence didn’t come out the way he’d intended, one that could easily be misconstrued. He began to turn beet red and said, “Oh bugger that didn’t come out right…”
Molly giggled at Nace’s backtracking, she thought it was endearing everytime the South African would get tongue tied. He only admitted to her recently that his first kiss was at 21 years old, and though he was usually intuitive, she felt he still had a long way to go towards understanding women. Her nickname for him--boyscout--came from both his adherence to the code of chivalry and lack of relationship experience, "I'm sure you didn't mean it that way.” As Molly peered up from the floor she saw the king sized mattress, "It is a big enough bed."
Nace reached a hand down to help Molly stand up, and he felt that just oh so electrifying sensation run through him. The same one that felt like he had stuck his finger into an electrical socket that would immediately be followed by a certain pitter patter of his heart. The same feeling he would get whenever he and Molly would touch for any reason.
Molly took Nace’s hand, realizing how easily he pulled her up. Her cheeks became warm with a blush and she spoke quickly to hide the fact, “We can be logical adults about this.”
Nace nodded, satisfied she was steady on her feet and reluctantly let go of Molly’s hand, he had noticed the smooth feel of her skin and rather immediately noted it felt exactly as soft as it looked. He turned towards the couch, taking the bedding from it and began to spread it back onto the bed. He did note the blush in the back of his mind, but chose not to say anything, wondering just what that was all about.
He had very nearly missed Molly’s next words, being somewhat lost in a small reverie.
"You can take the right side, and I'll be here. Deal?"
"Deal. You get the left side and I'll get the right." Nace said, as he slid into the bed beside her, "Good night."
Molly smiled serenely, satisfied that a truce had been reached before she crawled under the blankets and turned off the lights, “Night, boyscout.”
----
The next morning Nace knocked on the bathroom door. He didn’t hear any noise so he opened the door just in time to be graced by the sight of Molly’s bare back as she dried herself off with a small white towel.
Molly spun round, clutching the towel to herself, letting out a short scream before shouting, “Nace! Why didn't you knock?"
“Oh dear God, I’m sorry...I didn’t know you were there.” Nace stammered. Granted under other circumstances that was a sight he would have loved to see.
Eyes up, eyes up, wanker. Nace thought as he further said, “I did knock, and I didn’t hear anything so I assumed the bathroom was empty.”
Nace turned a bright shade of crimson from embarrassment, attempting to think of anything but looking down. Keep an eye towards her face. Eye towards face. For God’s sake, bru…
Molly shifted her weight forward, to make sure that they had eye contact as she asked, “Nace?”
It was around then that Nace realized that due to Molly’s shorter height maintaining eye contact meant he did have to look down. And see her clad in little more than water droplets and a small white towel.
“Yeah?” Nace replied, still in somewhat of a daze. He was still turning red, trying the best to think of the least sexy thoughts he could think of.
Molly stepped closer to him, till she was oh so kissably close to him, before saying in a husky, instructive voice inches from his face, “...Knock. Harder. Next. Time.”
“Right. Sorry about that.” Nace replied. Wanker.
Molly smirked before pushing Nace backwards a tad, making sure he was outside of the doorframe. It was only because of Nace’s current stunned state that she was able to accomplish this.
“And, at least let me get dressed.”
Standing outside the doorframe Nace said, “Right, I’ll leave you to finish up in there.”
Nace saw Molly turn around as she closed the door and was it his imagination or did he notice a sly smile on her face while she did so.
