[ As if it's a secret he kisses into Molly's hair and stage-whispers, ] I like being good to you.
[ Tucking him in, he smiles contentedly and plays with the spill of plum-dark hair down a nape. ]
You won't get any arguments from me. [ Smooch. Why can't he stop kissing parts of this irascible tiefling? It makes him so happy, being openly affectionate about how much he wants him. A lack of fear over rejection is a heady feeling. ] I love you too, Molls.
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[ Tucking him in, he smiles contentedly and plays with the spill of plum-dark hair down a nape. ]
You won't get any arguments from me. [ Smooch. Why can't he stop kissing parts of this irascible tiefling? It makes him so happy, being openly affectionate about how much he wants him. A lack of fear over rejection is a heady feeling. ] I love you too, Molls.