[ But he has some very pretty images floating behind his eyelids now and Molly cosied up in his arms, so ... it's actually quite easy as he yawns, eyes closing with finality.
Third time's a charm waking up together the next morning. He gets to do it first, hands instinctively running over the tiefling in his arms and drawing him closer if they've shifted apart in the night. There's birdsong outside and the not-so distant hush of the ocean, sunshine pouring through the flimsy Chateau drapes to pick out lavender skin in golden beams. ]
[ Molly sleeps soundly through the night and keeps doing so as Fjord wakes. At the soft touches, he smiles in his doze, leaning towards him with a mumble. He's only shifted during the night so that the covers are off his infernal-heated body down to his waist, tail draped over Fjord's body but lax rather than holding.
The gentle touches does bring him back to consciousness a little, and he makes an 'it's too early' whine, wrapping one arm over his lover. ]
[ A caress slides down that slinky body to pet that tail, following the curve of an ass to dig his claws in a little and drag Molly in to share some of that radiating heat. He noses into a crown, lips skimming a horn. ]
[ He didn't think they would re-enter a honeymoon period, but here they are, soft and sensual in the radiant morning light. Molly gets all the petting he wants as Fjord's hands awaken every inch of that delightful body, kisses running down his neck as the tiefling is rolled onto his back to be worshipped by his half-orc lover. ]
Do you want anything, sweetheart? Breakfast in bed?
[ Someone's getting spoiled. For all that Molly comes off like a brat, it's rare that anyone else actually does the spoiling instead of it being initiated by the man himself. ]
[ He's going to take a bit of advantage of that offer, because he's still soft and sleepy, not in a hurry to get up any time soon. Especially not when he's so nicely kissed and taken care of like this. ]
Then we should go to a bathhouse... they must be amazing around here. We could use a soak in some hot water.
[ Molly curls his tail around Fjord and leans up to kiss the half-orc softly. Even if he agreed to breakfast, it seems he wants to keep Fjord with him a little longer. ]
[ He chuckles into the kisses. Sleepy and soft as Molly is, there's the issue of that greedy tail. Not that Fjord is complaining, trailing his fingertips down a hip. ]
You know, you have to let go of me before any of that can happen.
I'm not going to convince you to let me go, but the sooner you do, the sooner I can [ kissing him deeply for a moment, he traces those soft lips with a lick, ] fuck you in the water.
[ Smooch! Fjord slides off the bed with a wince, finding his breeches and giving a grunting stretch in front of the window. Just to make sure Molly doesn't go back to sleep somehow, he pushes the curtains aside to let in more light directly on the bed. ]
I'll grab our breakfast, be right back.
[ It's early, maybe he can avoid seeing the rest of their group and being needled for last night's noise. ]
[ He winks at Fjord, but makes a note in his head to give the half-orc a lower back massage with breakfast. He did go to town on that lovely ass, after all. ]
See if Mr. Clay made pancakes~!
[ When those curtains are pulled away, Molly hisses exaggeratedly at the light and covering his eyes. How cruel! ]
You'll get what you're given, he's on holiday too!
[ Cheeky bastard. Fjord manages to throw on his boots and a shirt before making his way downstairs, unable to avoid the gaze of Yasha who is already up and deliberately says nothing in a way that says everything. She's an actual angel though, proving it in the way she helps him pile up Molly's plate while Fjord gets his own, no pancakes but there are fresh honeybread croissants and jam, some mangoes and Queens wine. He makes his escape after she points out the bite mark on his neck, blushing a darker green by the time he returns to Molly. ]
[ Fair enough, Molly thinks with a smile and rolls over into the warm spot Fjord left again. He lazily dozes there for another few minutes before he has to drag himself into waking up fully and slouching among the pillows.
He entertains himself for a while by untangling some horn jewelry and wondering if he should get some new body jewelry to wear for Fjord. (Is he thinking of that already? Just... making himself prettier for himself and just one other specific person?) It's an odd thought, but not as frightening as before.
When Fjord comes back, he eagerly looks up at the offerings to his 'altar' and then grins enough to show all fangs when his lover mentions the bites. ]
Just pointing out that Yasha mentioned she could see what you got up to. She's already awake, by the way, had a book with her.
[ He climbs into bed and sets the plates between them, the jug of sweetwine on the bedside table, and flops on his side as he eats. Squirming closer lets him put his head in Molly's lap. ]
You're going out with the girls today, aren't you? We'll have to hit the bathhouse soon, you know how impatient Beau is to get going.
[ Molly asks, completely glossing over that Yasha just saw Fjord with bite marks. She's seen far worse, after all, so it doesn't even register on the rest of his general shamelessness. Instead he makes himself comfortable, picking up some mango with one hand and petting Fjord's hair with the other. ]
I am, and if we run off after this we can helpfully miss your training to soak instead. It should be helpful to any tense muscles.
I didn't notice in between skulking around her like I was doing a walk of shame.
[ Which is all Molly's fault. They really do need to bathe. ]
I like the way you think.
[ Running off before practice is music to his ears, no doubt Beau will train him extra hard in the future. But it's worth it to spend more time with Molly, tilting his head into the hand petting his hair and offering up a chunk of croissant. ]
[ He winks at Fjord, happily taking the offered chunk and eating it together with some of the sweetwine.
They'll have to get their asses in gear for the next fuckup they have to deal with sooner or later, so stealing every moment together while they can is a worthy cause - at least in the tiefling's opinion. ]
Oh, I will have to hear about that adventure later. He's quite powerful, but might need an eye on him in a place like this.
[ Port cities love their naive summer children, even if Clay was probably wizened after so long with the Nein. Molly might never have been to the Menagerie Coast before, but he's seen charlatans aplenty already. Like knows like and all that.
At the mention of looking at shops for him, Molly's tail swishes and he smiles again. ]
Have you not spoiled me enough? Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
[ Molly barks a laugh at that, waving another piece of fruit at Fjord before he finishes his breakfast and gets some clothes out for himself. Just his leggings, sandals and his shirt today, since they were going to the bath house. A bit of water to tame his hair into the signature curls on the way over and some general preening, and he's good to go.
No need to waste his favorite gold eyeliner and kohl to just have it wiped off in twenty minutes, after all.
He walks down to meet the morning staff passing through (he slips them some extra coin), and can hear the giggle of Jester from her room. Seems she was up early as well.
Once down by the entrance, Molly awaits his bathmate. ]
[ Fjord isn't far, talking to some locals when he spots Molly at the door. He heads over and slips a hand into his boyfriend's, greeting him with a peck on the lips. ]
I know where the best bathhouse is and how to get a discount.
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[ But he has some very pretty images floating behind his eyelids now and Molly cosied up in his arms, so ... it's actually quite easy as he yawns, eyes closing with finality.
Third time's a charm waking up together the next morning. He gets to do it first, hands instinctively running over the tiefling in his arms and drawing him closer if they've shifted apart in the night. There's birdsong outside and the not-so distant hush of the ocean, sunshine pouring through the flimsy Chateau drapes to pick out lavender skin in golden beams. ]
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The gentle touches does bring him back to consciousness a little, and he makes an 'it's too early' whine, wrapping one arm over his lover. ]
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Morning, baby.
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Nooo... mornings are terrible.
[ He whines, trying to hide against Fjord even more. Feeling the closeness of the other man, however, Molly smiles. ]
...okay, maybe not so bad with you here.
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Do you want anything, sweetheart? Breakfast in bed?
[ Someone's getting spoiled. For all that Molly comes off like a brat, it's rare that anyone else actually does the spoiling instead of it being initiated by the man himself. ]
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[ He's going to take a bit of advantage of that offer, because he's still soft and sleepy, not in a hurry to get up any time soon. Especially not when he's so nicely kissed and taken care of like this. ]
Then we should go to a bathhouse... they must be amazing around here. We could use a soak in some hot water.
[ Molly curls his tail around Fjord and leans up to kiss the half-orc softly. Even if he agreed to breakfast, it seems he wants to keep Fjord with him a little longer. ]
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[ He chuckles into the kisses. Sleepy and soft as Molly is, there's the issue of that greedy tail. Not that Fjord is complaining, trailing his fingertips down a hip. ]
You know, you have to let go of me before any of that can happen.
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[ He whines again, just to be difficult. There's another kiss, though, and he smiles into it as his tail tightens a bit around his lover. ]
You're too comfy.
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I'm just saying.
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Hurry.
[ It's such a wonderful mental image, after all. ]
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[ Smooch! Fjord slides off the bed with a wince, finding his breeches and giving a grunting stretch in front of the window. Just to make sure Molly doesn't go back to sleep somehow, he pushes the curtains aside to let in more light directly on the bed. ]
I'll grab our breakfast, be right back.
[ It's early, maybe he can avoid seeing the rest of their group and being needled for last night's noise. ]
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[ He winks at Fjord, but makes a note in his head to give the half-orc a lower back massage with breakfast. He did go to town on that lovely ass, after all. ]
See if Mr. Clay made pancakes~!
[ When those curtains are pulled away, Molly hisses exaggeratedly at the light and covering his eyes. How cruel! ]
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[ Cheeky bastard. Fjord manages to throw on his boots and a shirt before making his way downstairs, unable to avoid the gaze of Yasha who is already up and deliberately says nothing in a way that says everything. She's an actual angel though, proving it in the way she helps him pile up Molly's plate while Fjord gets his own, no pancakes but there are fresh honeybread croissants and jam, some mangoes and Queens wine. He makes his escape after she points out the bite mark on his neck, blushing a darker green by the time he returns to Molly. ]
You really used me as a chewtoy last night, huh.
[ If only he had a mirror to see the damage!! ]
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He entertains himself for a while by untangling some horn jewelry and wondering if he should get some new body jewelry to wear for Fjord. (Is he thinking of that already? Just... making himself prettier for himself and just one other specific person?) It's an odd thought, but not as frightening as before.
When Fjord comes back, he eagerly looks up at the offerings to his 'altar' and then grins enough to show all fangs when his lover mentions the bites. ]
I certainly did, and you liked it.
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[ He climbs into bed and sets the plates between them, the jug of sweetwine on the bedside table, and flops on his side as he eats. Squirming closer lets him put his head in Molly's lap. ]
You're going out with the girls today, aren't you? We'll have to hit the bathhouse soon, you know how impatient Beau is to get going.
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[ Molly asks, completely glossing over that Yasha just saw Fjord with bite marks. She's seen far worse, after all, so it doesn't even register on the rest of his general shamelessness. Instead he makes himself comfortable, picking up some mango with one hand and petting Fjord's hair with the other. ]
I am, and if we run off after this we can helpfully miss your training to soak instead. It should be helpful to any tense muscles.
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[ Which is all Molly's fault. They really do need to bathe. ]
I like the way you think.
[ Running off before practice is music to his ears, no doubt Beau will train him extra hard in the future. But it's worth it to spend more time with Molly, tilting his head into the hand petting his hair and offering up a chunk of croissant. ]
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[ He winks at Fjord, happily taking the offered chunk and eating it together with some of the sweetwine.
They'll have to get their asses in gear for the next fuckup they have to deal with sooner or later, so stealing every moment together while they can is a worthy cause - at least in the tiefling's opinion. ]
What will you be up to?
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[ It's a fun way to shop, unexpected adventures await. He smooths out his expression as he eats and casually adds, ]
Might have a browse of a shop or two for you ...
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[ Port cities love their naive summer children, even if Clay was probably wizened after so long with the Nein. Molly might never have been to the Menagerie Coast before, but he's seen charlatans aplenty already. Like knows like and all that.
At the mention of looking at shops for him, Molly's tail swishes and he smiles again. ]
Have you not spoiled me enough? Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
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[ But that's a problem for later today! For now, he reaches up and hooks a finger on a horn to try and lure Molly down for a kiss. ]
It's my gold and I'll spend it on who and what I want.
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[ He's easily hooked down for a kiss, tasting of sweetwine and fruit, a few flakes of croissant on his chest like a debauched glutton.
Fjord's comment makes him laugh, and Molly gives another peck at his green nose. ]
Yes, sir.
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Right, I'm getting dressed. I'll meet you downstairs in however long it takes you to tart yourself up.
[ Reluctantly rolling off the bed, he steals one last slice of mango and heads out to make himself somewhat presentable for the rest of the Chateau. ]
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No need to waste his favorite gold eyeliner and kohl to just have it wiped off in twenty minutes, after all.
He walks down to meet the morning staff passing through (he slips them some extra coin), and can hear the giggle of Jester from her room. Seems she was up early as well.
Once down by the entrance, Molly awaits his bathmate. ]
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I know where the best bathhouse is and how to get a discount.
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