[ With Molly gathered up at his side Fjord runs a gentle caress from waist to thigh, petting smooth skin that he kneaded hard and likely has left with future bruises. His arm slings under lavender shoulders and he plays with dark curls, damp with sweat. ]
That was ... [ A lot happened, none of which he regrets. His gaze flickers to Molly, eyes crinkling in an oddly shy moment following the romp. ] Nice.
[ His grin sports a blush, unable to find the right words so he settles for their complete inferior, like an idiot. ]
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[ With Molly gathered up at his side Fjord runs a gentle caress from waist to thigh, petting smooth skin that he kneaded hard and likely has left with future bruises. His arm slings under lavender shoulders and he plays with dark curls, damp with sweat. ]
That was ... [ A lot happened, none of which he regrets. His gaze flickers to Molly, eyes crinkling in an oddly shy moment following the romp. ] Nice.
[ His grin sports a blush, unable to find the right words so he settles for their complete inferior, like an idiot. ]