[ It's a comfortable set-up, horns and all, with Molly cuddled in at probably the only angle he can manage with his cheek on Fjord's shoulder, an arm curled around his back and another drifting over a bare thigh under the blankets. The world is made up of dying orange lamplight and the soothing white noise of chatter in the camp, music and singing ...
Fjord passes out faster than he means to.
The morning comes all too soon, milky-white light pouring through the tent flaps that they forgot to close the night before, piercing his eyelids until he squints awake. He seems to have squirmed a little away from Molly's heated skin in the night and the tiefling is curled up under one of his arms instead of on his chest, but it takes only the slightest shifting to draw him back into Fjord's arms, a sleepy hum accompanying the early morning cuddles. Cold air tries to slip under their blanket and he noses at a forehead of messy curls, hiding from it.
... It hits him then, with Molly bare-ass naked in his arms, that they really did sleep together last night. In a field. For their first time. It all comes back as he slowly opens his eyes to stare at the plastic ceiling, rolling his eyes when he recalls some of the more ... intense moments. Specifically, all that mating nonsense. That's some fucked up bullshit that never crosses his mind, then again he's not always literally inside the most gorgeous, clever person he's met.
In the stark light of day, he wishes he hadn't let things go so far if only to have proved Mollymauk means more than ... this. ]
Damn.
[ He doesn't regret the actual fucking, though. That had been phenomenal. ]
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[ It's a comfortable set-up, horns and all, with Molly cuddled in at probably the only angle he can manage with his cheek on Fjord's shoulder, an arm curled around his back and another drifting over a bare thigh under the blankets. The world is made up of dying orange lamplight and the soothing white noise of chatter in the camp, music and singing ...
Fjord passes out faster than he means to.
The morning comes all too soon, milky-white light pouring through the tent flaps that they forgot to close the night before, piercing his eyelids until he squints awake. He seems to have squirmed a little away from Molly's heated skin in the night and the tiefling is curled up under one of his arms instead of on his chest, but it takes only the slightest shifting to draw him back into Fjord's arms, a sleepy hum accompanying the early morning cuddles. Cold air tries to slip under their blanket and he noses at a forehead of messy curls, hiding from it.
... It hits him then, with Molly bare-ass naked in his arms, that they really did sleep together last night. In a field. For their first time. It all comes back as he slowly opens his eyes to stare at the plastic ceiling, rolling his eyes when he recalls some of the more ... intense moments. Specifically, all that mating nonsense. That's some fucked up bullshit that never crosses his mind, then again he's not always literally inside the most gorgeous, clever person he's met.
In the stark light of day, he wishes he hadn't let things go so far if only to have proved Mollymauk means more than ... this. ]
Damn.
[ He doesn't regret the actual fucking, though. That had been phenomenal. ]