Sweetheart, I can't remember how I got to the grand old age of thirty-three without ever having you in my life. I don't want to.
[ A soft kiss buffs those pretty lips as he slides a hand up the back of Molly's neck and into his hair, letting him see the way he looks him over. It's not just that Molly's a knockout (and knows it), he's so kind-hearted and warm beneath that crass, shiny shell that Fjord has gotten increasingly smitten since day one.
His fingers brush up, thumb gently flicking an ear as purple waves cover his wrist and he parts his lips as if to say something again ...
But he ends up going in for another kiss, this one firmer with a happy hum to it. A rumble in his chest. He can't find the right words to explain the lovely weight in his ribs whenever he thinks about Molly being his so he tries to put it into the kiss instead, licking his way past sharp fangs to find the perfect way they fit together by now, tusks and all. ]
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[ A soft kiss buffs those pretty lips as he slides a hand up the back of Molly's neck and into his hair, letting him see the way he looks him over. It's not just that Molly's a knockout (and knows it), he's so kind-hearted and warm beneath that crass, shiny shell that Fjord has gotten increasingly smitten since day one.
His fingers brush up, thumb gently flicking an ear as purple waves cover his wrist and he parts his lips as if to say something again ...
But he ends up going in for another kiss, this one firmer with a happy hum to it. A rumble in his chest. He can't find the right words to explain the lovely weight in his ribs whenever he thinks about Molly being his so he tries to put it into the kiss instead, licking his way past sharp fangs to find the perfect way they fit together by now, tusks and all. ]