Oh-oh? On your own, is it?

[ He chuckles, running his hands down Fjord's sides and up to his back, tracing the dip at the spine. Molly completely glosses over the Sabian thing and goes directly for teasing, since he doesn't want that bastard's memory in this bed. ]

How about you get yourself really comfortable for me and I'll get the oil? Face up, darling.

[ Molly wanted Fjord to see who was fucking him, after all. ]