devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ A+ twink and twunk here. Molly laughs, looking up at Fjord fondly and returning that kiss. ]

It's one of my very charms, little lady.

[ He sticks his lower jaw out a bit so that his lower canines with the slightest point to them stick out over his lip. Wee tusks. ]

Why don't you come here and lie with me, I'll keep us both warm?

[ That's as much as he can manage before Molly starts laughing. ]

Oh, be careful not to crush me with those rippling, glistening muscles, [ the twee voice gains a rough snort before he hitches it back up again, yanking the covers over them as he settles in on his side to better to see Molly, ] my father will know I am spoiled and may not be wed tomorrow if you leave such powerful bruises!

[ Hasn't personally read Tusk Love either, but boy has he heard enough read aloud by their friends too. ]

I will be as gentle as I can, sweet Guinevere! I will not leave one bruise upon your voluptuous, fair-skinned body, even though my longing for you is so hard.

[ He can't stop giggling, both at the ridiculous quotes, Fjord's voice and how nice it was to just be a dumb asshole with his asshole friend in between touches so sweet that it might not fit in a novel, but were certainly far more real. ]

Certainly no love could ever spoil you, my darling, for your father does not own your shivering, vulnerable body...

[ He makes a face at that. ]

...who writes these things?

Shivering and vulnerable make me think of a wet dog, I have no idea how that's supposed to be sexy. Maybe you should write some cheap smut and get rich off that.

[ He faffs around, finding his favourite fur to tuck them in with. Once they're flopped out and comfortable, he brushes some of Molly's hair behind an ear which is a feat when he can't really see what his hand is doing, but the fur is pulled up far enough to meet the underside of a horn. ]

I'll take the voluptuous comment, though.

[ On his side it's simple enough to squish his pecs together and make some nice tits just for Molly's eyes under the covers. ]

Maybe I should. I make up stories all the time, some of them quite sexy!

[ Not that he can... you know, write.

It's colder here in Xhorhas so Molly happily snuggles into that fur. He might be warmer than most humanoids, but he's also a slut for being cozy, okay?

Then he's given this wonderful thing, and he adores Fjord even more. ]

Oh my, you certainly are, those must look nice in a pretty lace bra.

[ He's just gonna give them a lil' squish. ]

[ A very manly squeak escapes him when groped, swatting at that hand and letting his go to town roaming Molly under the sheets, running up and down his sides and all over the flares of his hips, the swell of his ass. He's so nice to touch, scars and all. Literally hot as fuck; he's like a living ember and Fjord is happy to burn up against him. ]

A bra. On me? No. [ Way to make him huff and blush, rolling his eyes. ] On you, sure. I don't have the flair you pull off without trying.

Baby, I could wear banana peels and look dashing.

[ Wink!

Fjord is cute when he blushes, and Molly hopes that his own happy dance with gender (ALL OF THEM PLEASE) isn't going to confuse him too much. ~~Pan viles, thanks Nott~~. ]

Trust me when I say you'd look lovely in it. Not saying that you have to try it, just that you would.

[ He gives Fjord a soft, happy kiss. He loves the way he's being touched, like he's made of velvet or some other material that just feels good when you touch it. Gods, how he's stupidly happy like this. ]

Speaking of... we should have a look at some shops tomorrow if we're not supposed to do something else. I have a feeling we're going to be busy for a while, and I want to take you to a little place I heard of.

Thank you. I'm very happy to know I could pull off a corset.

[ Molly could identify as a peacock, Fjord wouldn't mind. The tiefling is already flamboyant enough to be a dozen different things at once. If Fjord's head spins, it's out of how dizzyingly in love he is. ]

We can slip out without being noticed, I'm sure. [ In optimistic theory. ] Where's this place you're thinking of?

Hmm... I think it was the Gallimaufry district, in an alley next to an inn called 'The Blue Eyed Dragon'. I haven't been myself, but I've gotten some very good recommendations.

[ He snuggles in, closing his eyes against Fjord's chest and just radiating heat. Much better than the drop in temperature the other day. ]

I think you'll like it.

[ Or run out with his head on fire. ]

[ He doesn't know the place but is happy to go exploring if Molly says it's worth the trip, it's a better way of spending the morning instead of waiting for Caleb to check in with Essek. ]

Sounds like fun.

[ Molly settles on his chest and Fjord takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he lets his eyes flutter closed. There's soft hair his fingers are running through and the weight of his lover whole at his side, both of them inside the walls of a house (and home by now) that he trusts to keep them safe. It's ... a good feeling, after recent events. The only feeling he wants from now on and will jealously fight to keep.

He drops butterfly kisses over a soft hairline, yawning contentedly so his words turn into a sigh. ]

I love you, Molls.

[ Yeah, Molly isn't that interested in watching wizards awkwardly dance around each other when he can take Fjord with him somewhere nice. Let them figure that chemistry on their own.

He makes himself comfortable and closes his eyes, happy and relaxed here with Fjord. His hair is being gently petted and Molly feels like the most spoiled person in the world next to this man. He can hear the half-orc's pulse, horns tipped just enough to not dig into anything and metal tip-protectors saving that green skin from scratches.

There's a small, soft smile as he hears those words, and his tail curls around a thigh. ]

I love you too, Fjord.

[ There's a happy squeeze-wriggle when he hears that, a smile permanently stuck on his face. ]

Night, beautiful. Dream big.

[ The first two hours of sleep he spends in the same place, up until he accidentally kicks off the blankets with one leg in the early hours of morning and starts to shiver. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around Molly and barnacles onto him in the coolness of his bedroom, snoring softly like a puppy. ]

[ Molly does dream big. He dreams of walking in moonlight, watching flowers grow in his clothes and small, delicate mushrooms escaping the embroidery. He's soon dressed in nature, as colorful as before thanks to the vibrant flowers, feeling like a forest spirit under the shine of the Moonweaver. It's all very soft and pretty until he notices that he's being pulled to the ground by little roots and then dragged into it.

Opening his eyes with a gasp, he immediately feels the warm body of Fjord all curled around him, and relaxes.

Just a dream.

Smiling, he smooths Fjord's hair back a little and kisses his forehead. ]

[ His snores rise as his head tips back with the petting to his hair, growing louder with a line of drool dampening his pillow. The man could use a shove and wouldn't blame anyone for doing it. ]

[ Molly's just gonna... pull that head back in the previous position and try to not laugh about it. If it continues, he might attempt to turn him around. ]

[ Molly moves Fjord's head ... and it rolls his face right into the pillow so the snoring stops completely, probably to suffocate himself. What did he do to deserve this betrayal??? ]

[ Okay, now he's laughing. ]

Fjord, turn around.

[ Molly says softly, gently pulling a bit and trying to make sure he doesn't frighten the half-orc again. ]

I refuse to be responsible for you choking on your own pillow!

[ Mumbling as he comes to consciousness, this time groggily, he reaches out and drapes his arms onto whatever part of Molly and that tiefling heat he can find, then rolls onto his back to drag it with him. ]

I'm awake, m'wake ...

[ Molly lets himself be grabbed - but didn't quite expect to be rolled with Fjord. Trying his absolute best to not laugh, he spreads himself out on top of the half-orc so that he wouldn't be cold anymore. ]

That's better, baby. Go back to sleep.

[ Go back to sleep has a contrary effect and he yawns widely, tusks on show before he smacks his lips and blinks blearily at the dim room (just as fucking dark as when they fell asleep, thanks Roshona), then up at Molly. ]

Time s'it?

[ Who fucking knows until Caleb moves around the house with purpose at exactly seven-am, to be fair, but it's the first thing out of his mouth. He peers around for the fallen blankets, soldiers lost to the floor. ]

[ Dang. Oh well, at least he didn't frighten him like he did during the nipple pinch. ]

It's still night, love. You can sleep.

[ Now he notices the fallen blankets and fishes the nice fur up with his tail before grabbing it and tossing it over them both. ]

[ Sleep sounds so good, oh, and the blankets are back. Fjord squirrels around and pushes his back up against that toasty chest, gathering up the fur to his face. Half-orc burrito is go. ]

Y'sleep too, sweetheart?

[ Just checking. ]

Yeah, I will. Don't worry.

[ He chuckles, so utterly fond of this beautiful mess of a man. He snuggles in as well, leaning the pillows correctly for his horns and then burying his face against Fjord's neck. ]

Goodnight.

[ His reply is a snore, once more soft as he passes out. Not too many hours later, Fjord wakes up properly and yawns again, arching back into the lovely big spoon framing him so well. This is his new life now, he decides, to live like a cosy bed-hermit forever. ]

Mornin' ...

[ Molly's snoozing in Fjord's ear, cuddled up like a backpack behind the half-orc and still asleep. When there's movement in the bed, however, he blinks long lashes and makes a protesting sound, hugging Fjord closer.

No mornings, only this. ]

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