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. ]
[ He's so happy Fjord likes it. He was a bit concerned that it would be seen as childish rather than what he was going for, but Molly eventually ran out of fucks after spending way too long trying to figure out something to bring to an actual in-house date.
Molly meets that kiss with a soft smile, leaning their forehead's together as he then picks up the note he had fished out of his purse. ]
[ Still hyped up over his new toy (it's really cool!!), he takes a moment to peer at the letter and, in his oblivious happy mood, completely miss the point. ]
Oh, were you sick?
[ Rubbing his back in case he was because that's what you do. ]
[ He ducks his face into Molly's shoulder to hide his immediate blush, having no other way to hide beyond hauling his shirt up over his face. No, he'll take the shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. ]
[ He breaks into laughter again, hugging Fjord close against his shoulder. His own cheeks are a little flushed as well, because that was wonderfully dirty. Molly plays with that somewhat-damp hair, so happy just to be here in this apartment with the half-orc.
Considering how stressed he's been today, it was all worth it just to hold Fjord again. ]
Sexy talk aside... I'm so happy, Fjord. I like you so much.
I like you more, and I win that argument because we're in my house.
[ Kissing his way up a neck (carefully avoiding a horn) he sets his mini-me down and cups Molly's cheek just to feel the warmth of him, thumb brushing back and forth as he takes in the sight of him. Beautiful and a little soggy around the edges, a flash of thigh on view beneath that overlarge shirt. ]
Would you mind terribly if we took a nap? I know it's not very sexy but I've been on my feet since seven.
[ Laughing with Fjord is apparently going to be a thing, and he's delighted. The knowledge that the half-orc just wants to take a nap with him is filling his heart with so many good feelings. ]
Mmm, no, that actually sounds great. I'm full of pizza and pretty tired as well.
[ Not like someone who has been on their feet all day, but still. Molly leans to Fjord again, enjoying the closeness for a moment before he finally pulls himself away to stand up and put his plate and stuff in the sink. ]
[ Plates dumped, he takes Molly by the hand in a gesture of domesticity that isn't lost on him and leads the way back to the bedroom. He crawls under the covers and opens his arms, wanting nothing more than Molly to hold after a week apart and the stress of today. ]
You're the perfect boyfriend, let me just reaffirm that.
[ There's something in his heart that just slides into the correct place when their hands touch again and Fjord leads him back to the bedroom. Taking out some of his horn danglies and putting them on the nightstand, Molly sinks into the soft bed with a satisfied sigh.
It really was nice, and even better with a warm body in it to hug.
Then Fjord says that and now it's Molly's turn to bury his face against a shoulder. He smiles against the shirt sleeve and then strokes his fingers over a bearded cheek.]
...so are you. Thank you, Fjord. Just... for being you. For accepting me, even when I'm a mess.
Honey, you're not a mess ... You're just you, and I love ... all the things that make you so.
[ !!! Nice save. Very smooth.
He wraps up Molly in his arms and snuggles in, the aches and pains returning after his traipse to the petrol station in the rain, long hours driving, on top of a full day's work.
And he falls asleep for most of the night, snoozing until the twilight hours before dawn. ]
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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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This is so awesome! Oh, look, he has a sword too! I bet I could repaint him to look more like me ...
[ Wrapping an arm around Molly to reel him in for a kiss, he grins. ]
I love it.
[ And maybe loves his tiefling boyfriend a little bit more, if the way he nuzzles in is any indication. ]
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[ He's so happy Fjord likes it. He was a bit concerned that it would be seen as childish rather than what he was going for, but Molly eventually ran out of fucks after spending way too long trying to figure out something to bring to an actual in-house date.
Molly meets that kiss with a soft smile, leaning their forehead's together as he then picks up the note he had fished out of his purse. ]
...also this.
[ A clean bill of health! ]
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Oh, were you sick?
[ Rubbing his back in case he was because that's what you do. ]
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No, darling. It means I'm not sick at all, and that you can fill this pretty ass of mine to the brim with as much come you want.
[ Or the other way around, if he was so inclined. ]
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[ He ducks his face into Molly's shoulder to hide his immediate blush, having no other way to hide beyond hauling his shirt up over his face. No, he'll take the shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. ]
That's ... also sweet. In other ways.
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Considering how stressed he's been today, it was all worth it just to hold Fjord again. ]
Sexy talk aside... I'm so happy, Fjord. I like you so much.
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[ Kissing his way up a neck (carefully avoiding a horn) he sets his mini-me down and cups Molly's cheek just to feel the warmth of him, thumb brushing back and forth as he takes in the sight of him. Beautiful and a little soggy around the edges, a flash of thigh on view beneath that overlarge shirt. ]
Would you mind terribly if we took a nap? I know it's not very sexy but I've been on my feet since seven.
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Mmm, no, that actually sounds great. I'm full of pizza and pretty tired as well.
[ Not like someone who has been on their feet all day, but still. Molly leans to Fjord again, enjoying the closeness for a moment before he finally pulls himself away to stand up and put his plate and stuff in the sink. ]
Your bed was really nice and soft, too.
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[ Plates dumped, he takes Molly by the hand in a gesture of domesticity that isn't lost on him and leads the way back to the bedroom. He crawls under the covers and opens his arms, wanting nothing more than Molly to hold after a week apart and the stress of today. ]
You're the perfect boyfriend, let me just reaffirm that.
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It really was nice, and even better with a warm body in it to hug.
Then Fjord says that and now it's Molly's turn to bury his face against a shoulder. He smiles against the shirt sleeve and then strokes his fingers over a bearded cheek.]
...so are you. Thank you, Fjord. Just... for being you. For accepting me, even when I'm a mess.
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[ !!! Nice save. Very smooth.
He wraps up Molly in his arms and snuggles in, the aches and pains returning after his traipse to the petrol station in the rain, long hours driving, on top of a full day's work.
And he falls asleep for most of the night, snoozing until the twilight hours before dawn. ]
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