[ Who's making sinful sounds now, wow. Fjord leans back from the edge and floats into Molly, tipping his chin to the side with a happy hum as he feels lips skate his neck. He holds onto Molly's arms, running his hands over the tattoos and raking his claws now and then. The water is just the right side of too hot, Molly is a coalfire behind him, and Fjord's always been weak to a really nice spa.
A rumble of contentment rises up from his chest, almost an orcish purr. It stops when he spots that SNEASNAKE tail swooshing through the water. ]
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A rumble of contentment rises up from his chest, almost an orcish purr. It stops when he spots that
SNEASNAKEtail swooshing through the water. ]Am I under attack, or ... ?