[ What a mess this poor bed is, growing plants and littered in crumbs. He steals a bit of bacon to chew on as Molly eats. ]
Yasha did, actually, we figured she would rip the arms off anything that tried her. It was really sunny and the fishermen were already down there poking around, so she was fine.
Yasha did, actually, we figured she would rip the arms off anything that tried her. It was really sunny and the fishermen were already down there poking around, so she was fine.
As long as you're feeling better that's all that matters.
[ He slumps down against the pillows, the tray pulled up to balance on his middle as he remains Molly's table. Finagling a hand underneath those blankets it palms its way around to the back of a neck and settles there with a thumb running through babyfine curls.
Tiny green nap for himself ... ]
[ He slumps down against the pillows, the tray pulled up to balance on his middle as he remains Molly's table. Finagling a hand underneath those blankets it palms its way around to the back of a neck and settles there with a thumb running through babyfine curls.
Tiny green nap for himself ... ]
[ He finds that tail to absently stroke back and forth as he dozes, absorbing the last of the Wildmother's flowery scents as he tries to meditate without slipping under. Fjord comes back to himself with a kiss, smiling and cupping that handsome face which he gets to wake up to every day, demon-fish-motherfuckers not allowed. ]
Got to be adorable some time. You all finished? Feeling okay?
Got to be adorable some time. You all finished? Feeling okay?
Whenever you turn up dressed.
[ The tray is slid to the floor as he steadies Molly, tidying up that messy hair by flopping it backwards over his horns. It looks weird from this angle but it lets him see more of Molly's face instead of tangled curls. ]
They're important to you, right? So, they're important to me. It's not silly to me if something I do can make you happy.
[ The tray is slid to the floor as he steadies Molly, tidying up that messy hair by flopping it backwards over his horns. It looks weird from this angle but it lets him see more of Molly's face instead of tangled curls. ]
They're important to you, right? So, they're important to me. It's not silly to me if something I do can make you happy.
[ ... Oooh, naked boyfriend. Just be cool. They're already dating but, you know. Green hands skim up Molly's waist and follow the flare of hips, petting down his thighs and sweeping up his back to hug him close. ]
Coat and boots, noted. [ He gives a glance to the jewellery on the bedside table, specifically the lavender shell now glazed and gleaming in the sunshine. ] I'm glad you like what I got you, too.
Coat and boots, noted. [ He gives a glance to the jewellery on the bedside table, specifically the lavender shell now glazed and gleaming in the sunshine. ] I'm glad you like what I got you, too.
You do, do you? Wonder why that is ...
[ Rolling Molly over is no huge feat with the tiefling putty in his lap, buried out of sight as he is, so Fjord covers him with his body where Molly falls, lifting his head to kiss him firmly. Once, twice ... losing himself in the kisses a little as he soaks up the lovely naked skin that invites him to touch every inch. ]
[ Rolling Molly over is no huge feat with the tiefling putty in his lap, buried out of sight as he is, so Fjord covers him with his body where Molly falls, lifting his head to kiss him firmly. Once, twice ... losing himself in the kisses a little as he soaks up the lovely naked skin that invites him to touch every inch. ]
Mmm, [ he fervently wishes they had another week of this, memorising how Molly looks when bare on a bed of scattered petals, replying between kisses, ] couple of hours at most, circus man ...
[ They did wake up early, after all. What harm can there be in feeling his way down to pet the soft inside of a thigh, back and forth? Surely none. ]
[ They did wake up early, after all. What harm can there be in feeling his way down to pet the soft inside of a thigh, back and forth? Surely none. ]
I've noticed, it wasn't a complaint ei— Ah! Molly, fuck, that comes sharp.
[ He swats that tail (one true nemesis, there's an enemies-to-lovers story there somewhere) and settles between long legs, letting Molly spread himself out like the decadent brat he is with Fjord draped on top. He spoils him in the wake of the midnight attack, dragging his mouth in hot open-mouthed kisses across shoulders and down a chest, just to keep touching him. ]
[ He swats that tail (one true nemesis, there's an enemies-to-lovers story there somewhere) and settles between long legs, letting Molly spread himself out like the decadent brat he is with Fjord draped on top. He spoils him in the wake of the midnight attack, dragging his mouth in hot open-mouthed kisses across shoulders and down a chest, just to keep touching him. ]
[ It is forgiven ... for now. ]
Let's end this vacation with some good memories, shall we?
[ First over the main scar in the centre of Molly's chest, that gets a sucking lovebite until the lavender skin is blushing pinker with blood, then it's on to the smooth, faint bruise of the harpoon's impact site, grazing with his tusks to leave his own marks there in fine lines, licking the pink scratches better. He wants to try and override one memory with another, tracing his name with the tip of his tongue over smooth skin. ]
Let's end this vacation with some good memories, shall we?
[ First over the main scar in the centre of Molly's chest, that gets a sucking lovebite until the lavender skin is blushing pinker with blood, then it's on to the smooth, faint bruise of the harpoon's impact site, grazing with his tusks to leave his own marks there in fine lines, licking the pink scratches better. He wants to try and override one memory with another, tracing his name with the tip of his tongue over smooth skin. ]
Mmm. Mmhmm. [ Like an artist inspecting their work he pretends to tilt his head this way and that to get a better look at those lovebites, glancing up with a warm smile. ]
Seems like we're all good here. Should I move on to purpler pastures?
[ Scritching his beard down a navel, he dips his tongue into a belly-button and continues south, gently sucking and nipping at the impossibly softer skin right above Molly's cock. ]
Seems like we're all good here. Should I move on to purpler pastures?
[ Scritching his beard down a navel, he dips his tongue into a belly-button and continues south, gently sucking and nipping at the impossibly softer skin right above Molly's cock. ]
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