[ The first time he's in Fjord's home, and this is how badly it goes. Molly sighs, just letting the half-orc lead him through the nice apartment, tail dragging a bit.
He doesn't quite have time to take in how nice Fjord's bedroom is, because he's handed clothes. Nodding, the tiefling starts peeling off his wet shirt to replace it with the top. It's pretty big on him and gives that 'boyfriend shirt' vibe, which honestly makes things a little better. ]
If I weren't afraid you'll catch your death of cold I'd be touched. Maybe in a bit.
[ Fjord's clothes hit the floor with a heavy splat, having walked in the rain to find petrol and sat in a soggy puddle in his car all the way home. He hauls on some sweats and a clean tshirt, the novelty of being naked (however briefly) around Molly overshadowed by the way they're both shivering, and drags down the thick duvet on his bed with a pat to let Molly know where to park himself. ]
Hop in and warm up, I'll grab some towels for our hair.
[ A kiss is given as he passes by, Fjord's smile meeting Molly's lips through it. ]
[ Molly is quiet as he hops into the sweatpants as well, shoving his tail into one leg and managing to keep them on that way (even if the waist still hung down a bit on the other side). He slinks into the bed, curling up in the duvet and trying to not drip water from his hair on the sheets.
The scent of rain is replaced by the scent of Fjord, which is soothing to his everything right now. He still can't let go of the fact that he's definitely fucked up, though, or that the first time in Fjord's bed is also awkward. ]
[ He heads downstairs to find something hot to shove in the oven, since he isn't sure Molly's eaten anything since this afternoon and Fjord is also ravenous; a cheap pizza will do. Heating turned on before he forgets and taking two beers back upstairs, he roots out two towels and drapes one around his shoulders as he rejoins Molly. ]
Hey ... [ It's not the way he wanted tonight to go, but. Never mind. ] Here's a towel for your hair, I got you a drink too. Dinner's in, it's simple but should heat us up.
[ Sitting next to him, he feeds an arm behind Molly to rub his back. There's a quietness to him that's worrying and not in a "I hate being wet" way. ]
[ Molly is a little relieved to see the towel, taking it and wrapping his hair up. The hand on his back tells him he hasn't fully fucked things up, but he still feels awkward, and in the middle of it all he's a little angry, too.
He leans a little to Fjord, trying to both leech and share heat at the same time. His skin was about the half-orc's own temperature, so cuddling was probably a good idea. It was lucky it was the middle of summer, at least. ]
I'm sorry. I swear I'm not actually insane. Well. Not in this way.
[ There's a slightly tired chuckle as he takes the beer and drinks some. ]
[ He settles back with him, finding the remote for the tv so they can have some white noise babbling from the opposite wall. It might help to make Molly feel like less of a focus. ]
Deuces was supposed to tell you I was going to be late, since what he actually said was more succinct than a brick to the face, I'm not surprised by your confusion. My phone died back at the shop before I had to run one last delivery over to Melora and her friend for a wedding, then my car broke down ...
This is all my fault, I promise we'll have a real, sensible, utterly boring date soon.
[ He snorts a bit, leaning his head to a warm shoulder. There's a lot of relief to hear it, and more so that he wasn't all in the fault for overreacting. The way Caduceus had put it was just too blunt. ]
Shit happens, I get that. I just... thought you we're hurt, since he was the one who texted me, or you had changed your mind about us, and then you didn't answer...
[ Molly sighs. ]
I wanted to make sure you were okay, and then I just... stayed. By the time I finally realized I was being an idiot, it was raining so badly and your apartment's porch had a least a bit of cover.
I'm so sorry I gave you cause to worry that much. [ Especially given how this is Molly's first real relationship, technically being a wholeass adult aside doesn't count for much without experience. ] Deuces ... is not compatible with technology, plus he's gone to his family home tonight so the chaos will be rampant. Lots of siblings. He never checks his messages anyway, I suspect he'll be radio-silent until tomorrow.
[ He gives him a smooch on the cheek, beard still a little damp. ]
It's very sweet how concerned you were for my wellbeing, though. Horrendous circumstances aside.
Well, he's going to find like... at least ten messages from me.
[ The last ones might have been a little pissy, he'll have to apologize later. (Maybe.)
Molly pulls the duvet higher over them both, relieved that they're both getting warmer. Nothing like getting sick to fuck things up even more. ]
Of course I was. You mean a lot to me, Fjord. [ He smiles at the wet-beard kiss. ] I hope the work thing turned out okay, at least?
[ It's a little new to him to be around someone who had a wholeass 9-5 job - Yasha did, technically, but it was random call-ins and sometimes she would be gone for days and other times she'd be home for a week straight. Jester had her online art, tattoo designs and that part-time pastry job to pay her bills, with Beau being the one with the closest to an actual weekly schedule but with flexible hours. He was obviously the worst of them, with barely having to get out of his door for work unless he had modeling or interviews to do.
It was going to take a little time to get used to someone who cannot just drop everything and come see him. Especially when that someone is the person he wants to see the most. ]
[ Using his free hand to take out his sodden ponytail, Fjord starts drying his hair one-handed, reluctant to let go of Molly as he worms his warm palm under his own borrowed shirt to find a waist. He means a lot to Molly. Hmm. Trying not to look too pleased is a mission. ]
It went fine, actually. We forgot to send over the garlands for the church pews, one of Melora's friends has a son getting married tomorrow. She was already there and Caduceus had concrete plans, so naturally my own rationalising of 'I'll be there and back in an hour' utterly crashed and burned.
But, Molly — sweetheart, [ being especially soft with him tonight seems like a good idea, what with how rattled Molly's been, ] I want you to know that nothing will ever be seriously wrong between us unless I mention it. I'll tell you if we have a problem big enough for me to run off into the sunset. Which I wouldn't. Alright? I don't want you panicking over us like that, it makes me feel awful to think of you in the cold for hours on end.
[ Wedding for his boss' friend? That would be tough to fuck up. Then Fjord tries to do a good thing and it all just goes downhill from there. Molly chuckles at the irony of it all, trying to get his icy feet (when has he ever had icy feet!?) wrapped up as much as possible as he listens.
He listens quietly to the next part, taking in what Fjord is saying. Leaning his head more to the half-orc (trying to avoid stabbing his horns anywhere), he nods. ]
Part of me knows that. The less logical part always screams that you'll tire of me eventually. Especially when I do stupid shit like this.
[ There's another sigh. He wants to wrap his tail around something, but it's stuck in his pants... so his own leg will have to do. ]
Can you imagine that? Me, internet sensation and everyone's wet dream, an insecure bastard.
I won't get tired of you, and ... ghosting people isn't my style.
[ He kisses Molly on the temple, then the forehead by one of those horns. ]
Being insecure is normal, everyone is sometimes. You should have seen me with my first boyfriend, or Avantika, I was constantly stepping on eggshells, but that isn't us. [ Cuddling in his warm bed is certainly several dozen steps up from those relationships. ] In all honesty, I'm a little afraid you'll get bored of me. You have your pick of literally thousands.
[ He doesn't like the phrase 'stepping on eggshells'. It seemed more like he was afraid of their wrath rather than afraid they'll leave, but Molly doesn't know much about Fjord's former relationships.
(It dawns on him again, how short of a time they've known eachother.)
Fjord's own little worry hits home, because he honestly doesn't know how long this was going to last. If it wasn't because he was a mess, it might be because he was a fickle bitch. Yet ever since he met Fjord, nobody else had mattered. He already had something better. ]
Thousands who want the idea of me. Not thousands who call me the most beautiful flower in their shop, take me to a larp for a third date and then deals with me being like an overattached idiot by just being kind.
[ Molly takes his hand and laces their fingers together with a soft smile. ]
Every other person I've been with, it has only been about the sex, Fjord. Sweet and kind sometimes, but still just that. It's never started with just... happy things. Dates and hand-holding and driving off to play pretend in a field.
If all I wanted from you was sex I'd have been content with your spicy online life. [ Just putting that out there to reassure Molly's fears, any that may lie unspoken in between what the tiefling says. ] The first time I saw you I thought that you were beautiful, thankfully you turned out to be just as lovely on the inside.
I never imagined for a moment that you would want me.
[ Just as lovely on the inside. There's a slight flush to Molly at that, and he hides it in Fjord's shoulder. They're finally getting a bit warmer, which is a relief. ]
How could I not want you? You're funny, clever and kind. Really damn handsome. Accepting and open.
[ Molly follows out of the bed, wobbling a bit in those pants and then giving up since he's too unsteady without his tail to balance - and today did not deserve a damn faceplant as well. (He'll never understand how tail-less people walk, honestly.)
Pardon him, he's going to have to try to discretely scoot out of those sweats before joining Fjord in the kitchen. At least the shirt covers a lot, and he's still wearing his mostly-dry underwear.
(They're glittery red briefs, because date night.) ]
[ Cutting off the burned bits and tossing them in the bin, they have three-quarters of a pizza left which he presents with a flourish ... and his gaze drops to those bare legs. ]
Oh. Are you warm now?
[ Pizza knife ... Gotta find one and not. Stare. ]
[ He trails over to help, but since he has no idea where anything is, he's mostly in the way. At the question, he chuckles a little and pulls on the shirt. ]
I'm warmer, at least. I had to take them off, though. Very comfy, but didn't have a tail hole, and I'm as wobbly as a drunkard without my tail. So next best thing, you get to see my legs.
[ Sticks one leggy out. Look, they're all smooth and everything! Molly's toenails are even painted the same color as his nails, because details. ]
[ Dipping down to give a thigh a light smack, he leans past him to find the right knife from a drawer. ]
You're not allowed to be distracting until you've eaten.
[ He cuts the remaining pizza in half and makes sure Molly has the less charred side. Fjord leans on the counter and starts to eat right there, hungry enough not to care about manners. ]
[ Molly is the brightest spot in the room without trying, making Fjord smile as he slumps on the breakfast bar to eat. The kitchen is functional but plain, some photos of him and Caduceus on the front of the fridge and one of Beau in motion as she attacked the disposable camera; also one of him and Avantika too, but he looks subdued in it as she fills up most of the space for the selfie.
He beams more at Molly right now than he ever did with his ex. ]
I was going to cook a real grown-up dinner until the universe decided I shouldn't. There would have been at least one token candle.
[ He smiles a bit at the photos on the fridge, at least until he comes to the Avantika one. Taking another bite of his pizza, Molly's eyes fall upon Fjord's lovely face again, and it is... such a good feeling inside to see him happy.
He wants Fjord to be happy more than anything. ]
Well, this was honestly a romantic-comedy-worthy attempt of a date, and I can't say I'm totally unhappy with it now that we have pizza and are less freezing. I get to see you, after all.
[ Last bit of pizza chomped down, he arches a brow at Molly across the kitchen and tries to sound as casual as possible. ]
Well, if you stay for breakfast I can promise you pancakes.
[ He finds a box of cupcakes out of the fridge, courtesy of Jester, and sits at the table with Molly as he offers them. Fjord swipes a finger through swirly red icing, sucking it off with his eyes lingering on his lovely guest. His boyfriend, he reminds himself. ]
[ Molly looks amused at that, leaning over to take Fjord's hand to trace over a line on his palm. ]
Oh, I want those pancakes more than anything, baby.
[ Pizza and cupcakes is a wonderfully decadent meal, and he watches Fjord under long lashes as the half-orc licks frosting of his finger in a way that goes directly down to his dick. This is someone who likes him, who goes from picking up a weirdo in the rain to being sweet and spicy all in one.
...that reminds him. ]
Shit, I had a present for you.
[ Getting off the chair, he moves to the front door to pick through his wet purse and the little package there. He comes back with it and a note. ]
I thought bringing flower was going to be boring to a florist, so I got you this.
[ Molly hands over the package, which has a small action figure inside it - a half-orc paladin from some kind of TV show that Molly doesn't know anything about. He just saw half-orc with big sword while in one of his tchotchke shops and grabbed it, since it reminded him of their fun weekend. It isn't quite Fjord's coloring, but at least greenish rather than gray. ]
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[ The first time he's in Fjord's home, and this is how badly it goes. Molly sighs, just letting the half-orc lead him through the nice apartment, tail dragging a bit.
He doesn't quite have time to take in how nice Fjord's bedroom is, because he's handed clothes. Nodding, the tiefling starts peeling off his wet shirt to replace it with the top. It's pretty big on him and gives that 'boyfriend shirt' vibe, which honestly makes things a little better. ]
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[ Fjord's clothes hit the floor with a heavy splat, having walked in the rain to find petrol and sat in a soggy puddle in his car all the way home. He hauls on some sweats and a clean tshirt, the novelty of being naked (however briefly) around Molly overshadowed by the way they're both shivering, and drags down the thick duvet on his bed with a pat to let Molly know where to park himself. ]
Hop in and warm up, I'll grab some towels for our hair.
[ A kiss is given as he passes by, Fjord's smile meeting Molly's lips through it. ]
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The scent of rain is replaced by the scent of Fjord, which is soothing to his everything right now. He still can't let go of the fact that he's definitely fucked up, though, or that the first time in Fjord's bed is also awkward. ]
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[ He heads downstairs to find something hot to shove in the oven, since he isn't sure Molly's eaten anything since this afternoon and Fjord is also ravenous; a cheap pizza will do. Heating turned on before he forgets and taking two beers back upstairs, he roots out two towels and drapes one around his shoulders as he rejoins Molly. ]
Hey ... [ It's not the way he wanted tonight to go, but. Never mind. ] Here's a towel for your hair, I got you a drink too. Dinner's in, it's simple but should heat us up.
[ Sitting next to him, he feeds an arm behind Molly to rub his back. There's a quietness to him that's worrying and not in a "I hate being wet" way. ]
Are you feeling alright, Molly?
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He leans a little to Fjord, trying to both leech and share heat at the same time. His skin was about the half-orc's own temperature, so cuddling was probably a good idea. It was lucky it was the middle of summer, at least. ]
I'm sorry. I swear I'm not actually insane. Well. Not in this way.
[ There's a slightly tired chuckle as he takes the beer and drinks some. ]
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[ He settles back with him, finding the remote for the tv so they can have some white noise babbling from the opposite wall. It might help to make Molly feel like less of a focus. ]
Deuces was supposed to tell you I was going to be late, since what he actually said was more succinct than a brick to the face, I'm not surprised by your confusion. My phone died back at the shop before I had to run one last delivery over to Melora and her friend for a wedding, then my car broke down ...
This is all my fault, I promise we'll have a real, sensible, utterly boring date soon.
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Shit happens, I get that. I just... thought you we're hurt, since he was the one who texted me, or you had changed your mind about us, and then you didn't answer...
[ Molly sighs. ]
I wanted to make sure you were okay, and then I just... stayed. By the time I finally realized I was being an idiot, it was raining so badly and your apartment's porch had a least a bit of cover.
[ He rubs his toweled head a bit. ]
Well. Not that it helped much. Is your car okay?
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[ He gives him a smooch on the cheek, beard still a little damp. ]
It's very sweet how concerned you were for my wellbeing, though. Horrendous circumstances aside.
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[ The last ones might have been a little pissy, he'll have to apologize later. (Maybe.)
Molly pulls the duvet higher over them both, relieved that they're both getting warmer. Nothing like getting sick to fuck things up even more. ]
Of course I was. You mean a lot to me, Fjord. [ He smiles at the wet-beard kiss. ] I hope the work thing turned out okay, at least?
[ It's a little new to him to be around someone who had a wholeass 9-5 job - Yasha did, technically, but it was random call-ins and sometimes she would be gone for days and other times she'd be home for a week straight. Jester had her online art, tattoo designs and that part-time pastry job to pay her bills, with Beau being the one with the closest to an actual weekly schedule but with flexible hours. He was obviously the worst of them, with barely having to get out of his door for work unless he had modeling or interviews to do.
It was going to take a little time to get used to someone who cannot just drop everything and come see him. Especially when that someone is the person he wants to see the most. ]
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It went fine, actually. We forgot to send over the garlands for the church pews, one of Melora's friends has a son getting married tomorrow. She was already there and Caduceus had concrete plans, so naturally my own rationalising of 'I'll be there and back in an hour' utterly crashed and burned.
But, Molly — sweetheart, [ being especially soft with him tonight seems like a good idea, what with how rattled Molly's been, ] I want you to know that nothing will ever be seriously wrong between us unless I mention it. I'll tell you if we have a problem big enough for me to run off into the sunset. Which I wouldn't. Alright? I don't want you panicking over us like that, it makes me feel awful to think of you in the cold for hours on end.
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[ Wedding for his boss' friend? That would be tough to fuck up. Then Fjord tries to do a good thing and it all just goes downhill from there. Molly chuckles at the irony of it all, trying to get his icy feet (when has he ever had icy feet!?) wrapped up as much as possible as he listens.
He listens quietly to the next part, taking in what Fjord is saying. Leaning his head more to the half-orc (trying to avoid stabbing his horns anywhere), he nods. ]
Part of me knows that. The less logical part always screams that you'll tire of me eventually. Especially when I do stupid shit like this.
[ There's another sigh. He wants to wrap his tail around something, but it's stuck in his pants... so his own leg will have to do. ]
Can you imagine that? Me, internet sensation and everyone's wet dream, an insecure bastard.
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[ He kisses Molly on the temple, then the forehead by one of those horns. ]
Being insecure is normal, everyone is sometimes. You should have seen me with my first boyfriend, or Avantika, I was constantly stepping on eggshells, but that isn't us. [ Cuddling in his warm bed is certainly several dozen steps up from those relationships. ] In all honesty, I'm a little afraid you'll get bored of me. You have your pick of literally thousands.
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(It dawns on him again, how short of a time they've known eachother.)
Fjord's own little worry hits home, because he honestly doesn't know how long this was going to last. If it wasn't because he was a mess, it might be because he was a fickle bitch. Yet ever since he met Fjord, nobody else had mattered. He already had something better. ]
Thousands who want the idea of me. Not thousands who call me the most beautiful flower in their shop, take me to a larp for a third date and then deals with me being like an overattached idiot by just being kind.
[ Molly takes his hand and laces their fingers together with a soft smile. ]
Every other person I've been with, it has only been about the sex, Fjord. Sweet and kind sometimes, but still just that. It's never started with just... happy things. Dates and hand-holding and driving off to play pretend in a field.
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I never imagined for a moment that you would want me.
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How could I not want you? You're funny, clever and kind. Really damn handsome. Accepting and open.
[ Of Molly's work, of him, of everything. ]
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[ Fjord almost brains himself as he scrambles to get out of bed and race out of the room with a yelp of, ]
The pizza!
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[ Molly follows out of the bed, wobbling a bit in those pants and then giving up since he's too unsteady without his tail to balance - and today did not deserve a damn faceplant as well. (He'll never understand how tail-less people walk, honestly.)
Pardon him, he's going to have to try to discretely scoot out of those sweats before joining Fjord in the kitchen. At least the shirt covers a lot, and he's still wearing his mostly-dry underwear.
(They're glittery red briefs, because date night.) ]
Is it salvageable?
[ He's starving, okay? ]
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[ Cutting off the burned bits and tossing them in the bin, they have three-quarters of a pizza left which he presents with a flourish ... and his gaze drops to those bare legs. ]
Oh. Are you warm now?
[ Pizza knife ... Gotta find one and not. Stare. ]
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[ He trails over to help, but since he has no idea where anything is, he's mostly in the way. At the question, he chuckles a little and pulls on the shirt. ]
I'm warmer, at least. I had to take them off, though. Very comfy, but didn't have a tail hole, and I'm as wobbly as a drunkard without my tail. So next best thing, you get to see my legs.
[ Sticks one leggy out. Look, they're all smooth and everything! Molly's toenails are even painted the same color as his nails, because details. ]
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You're not allowed to be distracting until you've eaten.
[ He cuts the remaining pizza in half and makes sure Molly has the less charred side. Fjord leans on the counter and starts to eat right there, hungry enough not to care about manners. ]
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[ With that, he'll just plop down on a chair and just look around the room. He's in Fjord's home, his kitchen, and it's such a good feeling.
Making grabby hands at the pizza, he shovels some in his face as well, because he was going to go hungry for the date and that was many hours ago. ]
This is the best burnt frozen pizza ever. I'm so humbled.
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He beams more at Molly right now than he ever did with his ex. ]
I was going to cook a real grown-up dinner until the universe decided I shouldn't. There would have been at least one token candle.
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He wants Fjord to be happy more than anything. ]
Well, this was honestly a romantic-comedy-worthy attempt of a date, and I can't say I'm totally unhappy with it now that we have pizza and are less freezing. I get to see you, after all.
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Well, if you stay for breakfast I can promise you pancakes.
[ He finds a box of cupcakes out of the fridge, courtesy of Jester, and sits at the table with Molly as he offers them. Fjord swipes a finger through swirly red icing, sucking it off with his eyes lingering on his lovely guest. His boyfriend, he reminds himself. ]
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Oh, I want those pancakes more than anything, baby.
[ Pizza and cupcakes is a wonderfully decadent meal, and he watches Fjord under long lashes as the half-orc licks frosting of his finger in a way that goes directly down to his dick. This is someone who likes him, who goes from picking up a weirdo in the rain to being sweet and spicy all in one.
...that reminds him. ]
Shit, I had a present for you.
[ Getting off the chair, he moves to the front door to pick through his wet purse and the little package there. He comes back with it and a note. ]
I thought bringing flower was going to be boring to a florist, so I got you this.
[ Molly hands over the package, which has a small action figure inside it - a half-orc paladin from some kind of TV show that Molly doesn't know anything about. He just saw half-orc with big sword while in one of his tchotchke shops and grabbed it, since it reminded him of their fun weekend. It isn't quite Fjord's coloring, but at least greenish rather than gray. ]
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