[ Molly is scooped up in those arms and twirled around with the motion of it, each kiss met with the same hunger that has been boiling up inside him all day and made worse by that damn dress. It's been almost worse seeing him in the thing than out of it in the ocean and he makes short work of the belt, yanking it away so that Fjord can run his hands up a warm, soft chest and brush the damnable thing right off the shoulders its been riding since this afternoon, cotton landing on the floor with a whumph.
He only glances down when the heated kissing parts for a much-needed breath, heartbeat drumming in his ears and hands skimming down Molly's arms as Fjord gladly takes in the sight of him. ]
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He only glances down when the heated kissing parts for a much-needed breath, heartbeat drumming in his ears and hands skimming down Molly's arms as Fjord gladly takes in the sight of him. ]