[ He likes keeping Molly guessing as to what he'll do, not naturally given to lewd promises but learning how to slip them in when he least expects it and earn a blush. Fjord kisses him slow and filthy, open-mouthed with savouring licks as he explores that forked tongue and strokes it, sealing lips with a hedonistic hum. The grind of their bodies is slick and hot, more so with Molly burning up a storm below to make them sweat in the autumn evening heat, and Fjord huffs a breathless smile as hair falls into his eyes. ]
I love you, Molls.
[ The sex is great and all, but it's more than that. It always was. ]
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I love you, Molls.
[ The sex is great and all, but it's more than that. It always was. ]