[ He kisses back with simmering, lazy heat, spreading out greedily over the bed and running fingers through Fjord's soft hair. Molly nibbles at that lower lip and then makes a pleased hum as those kisses wander to his scars. ]

Hmm... you'd have to drop most of those barlguras on me, love. [ Molly laughs again, loving the feel of those nips and the press of those tusks. ]

At least I think so. I had most of them when I woke up as me.