[ Letting Molly finish up leaves Fjord on the bed with the TV on, munching nuggets as he waits for his boyfriend ... his mate, to return. That's so heavy, wildly so for this early in the relationship, but Molly is taking it all in his stride and, honestly, Fjord's so inexperienced with it all that it feels like figuring it all out as he goes too.
Molly is important, that's the main emotion fizzing down Fjord's spine whenever he looks at him. ]
Hey, duchess! [ Calling to the bathroom. ] I made some snacks if you're hungry.
[ Molly still isn't sure what this mate thing is. His research had shown a lot, some that he had to take with a grain of salt. Other things just... clicked right with him, and he's not sure if that means 'mate' for him or he's just developing codependency. He used to have an issue with that with Yasha while still 'new'.
Some tieflings have mates depending on their bloodlines. Molly doesn't even know what his is, so he doesn't want to tell Fjord that yet. Sometimes you just had to figure out if you're mentally okay or just falling in love really hard. ]
Excuse you, I'm a princess!!
[ Molly hollers from the bathroom and then finally slinks out of it, towel around his waist and fiddling with his borrowed shirt to get it on. ]
Oooh, chicken nuggets. Sex and greasy food for lunch, I love it.
Shit, really? I swear I felt like we slept an entire night...
[ Did he lose some memory? He doesn't like the thought of that and hops into the couch with Fjord, grabbing some food and snuggling in with his boyfriend. (Gods, how amazing that would never stop being, calling someone that.) ]
It's Saturday night or, more precisely Sunday morning? I think I might have lost a couple of hours, I could have sworn we were having morning sex.
It's Saturday morning. Too early to be awake, really. [ Mildly concerned over Molly not knowing, he runs a hand up his boyfriend's back and smooths up a neck and through curly hair. ] Because I was out late and we stayed up a bit, but then I needed to nap and ... we woke up to have sex.
[ Awkward, but not that much of a problem. He was with Fjord, so the time didn't really matter that much. Instead he leans into the half-orc's touch with a smile. ]
I think my brain decided the nap was going to bed for the night and just... lost track. It happens, don't worry. I still remember our wet mishaps and I definitely remember the sex. It's all good.
[ He has chicken nuggets and is cuddling, how much better could things ever be than that? ]
Okay. We should go to sleep for real after this, it'll be time for breakfast before you know it.
[ A kiss to the base of a horn seeks to reassure Molly all is well, then there's nothing left for it but to finish off the nuggets and wind their way back to bed. Fjord strips the sheets and promises to put new ones on in the morning, too tired to bother finding them in the wee hours, arms welcoming Molly into his embrace so they can pass out like the chicken-flavoured, sex-smelling pair of cuddlebugs they are.
Right before he falls asleep, he murmurs, ]
I've never fallen asleep with someone to hold before.
[ Not in any other relationship was that okay, not Sabian and certainly not Avantika. ]
[ Molly snuggles up as well, placing a kiss on Fjord's cheek and then one on his lips before he makes himself comfortable - and as comfortable as possible for his boyfriend as well, leaning his head for his horns to fit.
Fjord's comment turns up the anger a bit more in his chest towards his former asshole partners, but he bites it down and instead wraps an arm around that thicc chest. ]
I've never fallen asleep with someone I feel this way for, darling.
[ Molly's not sure he can call it love yet, he's too nervous for that... but it's there, at the tip of his tongue. Lovers. 'Boy'friends. Mates. ]
[ It's impossible not to smile like an idiot when he hears that, even if Molly can't see it. Fjord wiggles his toes against purple ankles in quiet excitement, happily settling down to fall asleep for the second time with the person who has stolen his entirely willing heart. ]
Goodnight, Molls. Tomorrow will be better.
[ No more hanging out on stoops for hours in the rain.
Fjord isn't the first to rise, exhausted after a hectic day at work and driving to another town, breaking down in his car, walking to find petrol, discovering a distressed boyfriend on his doorstep and then banging him before getting any solid rest ...
His snores are soft and low like a puppy, ruffling Molly's hair in the weak morning light. ]
[ The amazing sex and cuddles has kind of weighed up the shitty day, so it wasn't AS bad as it could have been. Tomorrow promised less rain and more cuddles, though, and he's definitely looking forward to that.
Feeling those toes against his skin, Molly chuckles a little and grabs on to a leg with his tail. There, not going anywhere; all yours for the night. ]
Goodnight, love.
[ It takes him a little longer to fall asleep, and Molly spends some time watching Fjord's face as he starts that little snore. He's so fucking enamored with this man that even a snore is adorable. It continues in the morning after he wakes up again, roused by hands in his hair, and Molly decides he loves it.
In no need to actually get up and hating mornings so much, he still has to go to the bathroom (thanks, water he had with the chicken nuggets). Molly slooowly starts to detach himself, not wanting to wake Fjord up so he can just slip back into his arms again later. ]
[ The tail around his leg is what lulls him to sleep the fastest, something so quintessentially Molly that it immediately allays any lingering thoughts.
He dreams of a beach and pretty red eyes, surf splashing around their feet under the hot sunshine ...
In the morning he's out for the count even when Molly moves away, although he rolls into the warm space left by that toasty tiefling skin. In the light of day Fjord's apartment is a little more nautical than it looked at night, just enough to show a bit of interest in each room; shells on shelves, a dry starfish on a coffee table, anchors on the tea-towel. He's a boy who loves boats.
Molly has the run of the apartment to do what he will and be as nosy as he likes! ]
[ How could he not be a little nosey during the first visit to Fjor's home? Of course he's going to snoop a little bit. After business is concluded, he notices the shells on the shelf and it makes him smile. It's a start of 'finding as much nautical shit as possible' as he happily looks for more sea things. (...and checks the medicine cabinet, because he's that bitch.)
The search for things draws him slowly through the whole of the apartment, smiling every time he sees something and curiously poking the starfish on the table.
Of course he ends up in the kitchen after a while, and decides to make coffee for them both that they can just get when they decide to get up. It's one of the few 'cooking' things he can get right. He busies himself with that before hearing his phone going off on the coffee table to what suddenly feels like the loudest possible Lady Gaga song in history. ]
[ The medicine cabinet has a bottle of beard-oil, some vitamins, and an array of pain-killers with prescribed labels that Fjord hasn't mentioned before. Leg stuff, if Molly has to guess. Around the apartment are vases of flowers in the windows that are mis-matched in colour and evidently taken from end-of-day sweeps at the shop, but that means there's always some greenery to catch the light and brighten up the small rooms. Fjord's not the neatest person in the world with some books on poetry left here and there, dozens of take-out leaflets stuffed against the spice-rack in the kitchen, and a washing basket next to the machine that evidently needs to be cleaned at some point.
It's lived-in, tidier than Molly and Yasha's pad but not by much.
A groan comes from the bedroom when Lady Gaga decides it's her time to shine. He's confused to find the bed empty and sits up, hair askew. ]
[ He vaults into the couch and grabs his phone, quickly looking at the name of who was calling. Marian. Shit. Before pressing 'answer', he hollers again; ]
There's coffee, or go back to sleep!
[ Then Molly settles a bit more and starts talking to Marion, apologizing for the wait and then listening to her. ]
Huh. Really? Wow. Are you sure? That's great, I look forward to it. Hey, can I bring a plus one? Yes, a plus one! I know I haven't bef- yes, it's a boyfriend. A really wonderful one, he's sweet and kind, a little nerdy, works with flowers. So damn handsome, Marion, he'd light up any party. Yeah? Well, I'll ask him, I just had to know it was okay. Thank you. Yeah, it will be fun. Say hi to Jester for me? Oh, not there yet? Okay, she'll be there soon, Beau's still afraid of you and is probably trying to drive like an old lady. Okay, pazmyr, love you.
[ Fjord heads over to the bathroom for a quick cursory shower, towelling off his hair and lower half wrapped up as he hears the tail-end of a call and joins Molly in the lounge. ]
Did you just call someone a panther or am I just deaf?
[ A mostly naked and damp half-orc leans over the couch to wrap up Molly in his arms, avoiding a horn to kiss him on the cheek. ]
[ Molly tosses the phone on the coffee table again and leans back so his horns press down the back seat pillows a bit, smiling up at Fjord. He smells nice and clean, is still a little wet, and it's all so... domestic.
(So soothing, too.)
At the half-orc's question, he laughs. ]
No, I called her pazmyr. It means mother.
[ Hard to tell with that hissed 'z', but still. ]
She's holding a big party next weekend for a bunch of important people, and probably a lot of people in her business, too. Gotta go for my brand thing with her, do you want to come?
[ Such a kissable cutie, all over his cheeks and horns. Mother has Fjord paying attention though, trying out Passsssmirrr in a mumble against Molly's hair.
He straightens up to head into the kitchen in search of the coffee smell's cause. ]
Sure, if you don't mind having me along. Who, ah, who is she? The one you call "mother"?
[ Mmm, Fjord nuzzles. The attempt at infernal is adorable. ]
Shit, I keep forgetting you don't know every part of my life already.
[ It certainly feels that way, and that's rushing way too hard again, isn't it? ]
Marion Lavorre, Ruby of the Sea. Jester's mom! She's wonderful, I've done a lot of work for her non-porn businesses. She keeps telling me to call her mom, so I do.
[ When Fjord backs off to get coffee, Molly lazily turns around and makes grabby hands for him to get him some as well. Because he's a spoiled brat. ]
[ Molly laughs, taking his coffee with a grin and then settling down again to happily watch his boyfriend having his drink right in front of him wearing only a towel.
A very nice view. ]
Yeah, it's a fundraiser. Lots of rich people. Possibly a bit of risque shows. I'll get you a tux... I think your measurements are 'thicc hot guy'?
She's going to think I have a tiefling fetish, oh my god.
[ Running a hand down his face, yikes. He rubs his eyes and leans forward, nursing his coffee while one of his feet finds Molly's to play with, charmed by the flattery. ]
You don't have to buy me a tux, that must cost loads. I can just wear a rental.
[ There's a moment's pause where his smile pauses, then the look in his eyes warms as they crinkle further. He holds back the urge to tease him, getting up to plant a soft kiss on those lovely lips instead.
He's too abuzz with having heard that from Molly to even process saying it back. ]
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Molly is important, that's the main emotion fizzing down Fjord's spine whenever he looks at him. ]
Hey, duchess! [ Calling to the bathroom. ] I made some snacks if you're hungry.
[ God knows Fjord's ravenous after sex. [
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Some tieflings have mates depending on their bloodlines. Molly doesn't even know what his is, so he doesn't want to tell Fjord that yet. Sometimes you just had to figure out if you're mentally okay or just falling in love really hard. ]
Excuse you, I'm a princess!!
[ Molly hollers from the bathroom and then finally slinks out of it, towel around his waist and fiddling with his borrowed shirt to get it on. ]
Oooh, chicken nuggets. Sex and greasy food for lunch, I love it.
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[ It's too late/early for decent people to be up which is why they still are. Fjord opens an arm for him, flipping back the covers. ]
Come here and get warm. I'm going to pass the fuck out after we've eaten, I'm running on fumes.
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[ Did he lose some memory? He doesn't like the thought of that and hops into the couch with Fjord, grabbing some food and snuggling in with his boyfriend. (Gods, how amazing that would never stop being, calling someone that.) ]
It's Saturday night or, more precisely Sunday morning? I think I might have lost a couple of hours, I could have sworn we were having morning sex.
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Are you feeling okay, Molly?
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[ Awkward, but not that much of a problem. He was with Fjord, so the time didn't really matter that much. Instead he leans into the half-orc's touch with a smile. ]
I think my brain decided the nap was going to bed for the night and just... lost track. It happens, don't worry. I still remember our wet mishaps and I definitely remember the sex. It's all good.
[ He has chicken nuggets and is cuddling, how much better could things ever be than that? ]
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[ A kiss to the base of a horn seeks to reassure Molly all is well, then there's nothing left for it but to finish off the nuggets and wind their way back to bed. Fjord strips the sheets and promises to put new ones on in the morning, too tired to bother finding them in the wee hours, arms welcoming Molly into his embrace so they can pass out like the chicken-flavoured, sex-smelling pair of cuddlebugs they are.
Right before he falls asleep, he murmurs, ]
I've never fallen asleep with someone to hold before.
[ Not in any other relationship was that okay, not Sabian and certainly not Avantika. ]
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Fjord's comment turns up the anger a bit more in his chest towards his former asshole partners, but he bites it down and instead wraps an arm around that thicc chest. ]
I've never fallen asleep with someone I feel this way for, darling.
[ Molly's not sure he can call it love yet, he's too nervous for that... but it's there, at the tip of his tongue. Lovers. 'Boy'friends. Mates. ]
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Goodnight, Molls. Tomorrow will be better.
[ No more hanging out on stoops for hours in the rain.
Fjord isn't the first to rise, exhausted after a hectic day at work and driving to another town, breaking down in his car, walking to find petrol, discovering a distressed boyfriend on his doorstep and then banging him before getting any solid rest ...
His snores are soft and low like a puppy, ruffling Molly's hair in the weak morning light. ]
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Feeling those toes against his skin, Molly chuckles a little and grabs on to a leg with his tail. There, not going anywhere; all yours for the night. ]
Goodnight, love.
[ It takes him a little longer to fall asleep, and Molly spends some time watching Fjord's face as he starts that little snore. He's so fucking enamored with this man that even a snore is adorable. It continues in the morning after he wakes up again, roused by hands in his hair, and Molly decides he loves it.
In no need to actually get up and hating mornings so much, he still has to go to the bathroom (thanks, water he had with the chicken nuggets). Molly slooowly starts to detach himself, not wanting to wake Fjord up so he can just slip back into his arms again later. ]
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He dreams of a beach and pretty red eyes, surf splashing around their feet under the hot sunshine ...
In the morning he's out for the count even when Molly moves away, although he rolls into the warm space left by that toasty tiefling skin. In the light of day Fjord's apartment is a little more nautical than it looked at night, just enough to show a bit of interest in each room; shells on shelves, a dry starfish on a coffee table, anchors on the tea-towel. He's a boy who loves boats.
Molly has the run of the apartment to do what he will and be as nosy as he likes! ]
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The search for things draws him slowly through the whole of the apartment, smiling every time he sees something and curiously poking the starfish on the table.
Of course he ends up in the kitchen after a while, and decides to make coffee for them both that they can just get when they decide to get up. It's one of the few 'cooking' things he can get right. He busies himself with that before hearing his phone going off on the coffee table to what suddenly feels like the loudest possible Lady Gaga song in history. ]
Fuck!
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It's lived-in, tidier than Molly and Yasha's pad but not by much.
A groan comes from the bedroom when Lady Gaga decides it's her time to shine. He's confused to find the bed empty and sits up, hair askew. ]
... Molly?
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[ He vaults into the couch and grabs his phone, quickly looking at the name of who was calling. Marian. Shit. Before pressing 'answer', he hollers again; ]
There's coffee, or go back to sleep!
[ Then Molly settles a bit more and starts talking to Marion, apologizing for the wait and then listening to her. ]
Huh. Really? Wow. Are you sure? That's great, I look forward to it. Hey, can I bring a plus one? Yes, a plus one! I know I haven't bef- yes, it's a boyfriend. A really wonderful one, he's sweet and kind, a little nerdy, works with flowers. So damn handsome, Marion, he'd light up any party. Yeah? Well, I'll ask him, I just had to know it was okay. Thank you. Yeah, it will be fun. Say hi to Jester for me? Oh, not there yet? Okay, she'll be there soon, Beau's still afraid of you and is probably trying to drive like an old lady. Okay, pazmyr, love you.
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Did you just call someone a panther or am I just deaf?
[ A mostly naked and damp half-orc leans over the couch to wrap up Molly in his arms, avoiding a horn to kiss him on the cheek. ]
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(So soothing, too.)
At the half-orc's question, he laughs. ]
No, I called her pazmyr. It means mother.
[ Hard to tell with that hissed 'z', but still. ]
She's holding a big party next weekend for a bunch of important people, and probably a lot of people in her business, too. Gotta go for my brand thing with her, do you want to come?
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He straightens up to head into the kitchen in search of the coffee smell's cause. ]
Sure, if you don't mind having me along. Who, ah, who is she? The one you call "mother"?
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Shit, I keep forgetting you don't know every part of my life already.
[ It certainly feels that way, and that's rushing way too hard again, isn't it? ]
Marion Lavorre, Ruby of the Sea. Jester's mom! She's wonderful, I've done a lot of work for her non-porn businesses. She keeps telling me to call her mom, so I do.
[ When Fjord backs off to get coffee, Molly lazily turns around and makes grabby hands for him to get him some as well. Because he's a spoiled brat. ]
Do you have a tux?
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[ Marion's going to think Fjord is a slut, oh god. ]
A tux? No ... It's a super swanky party, then? No business-casual will do?
[ Pouring two mugs of coffee out, he returns one to his demanding boyfriend and sits on the coffee table opposite him. It's a nice view. ]
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[ Molly laughs, taking his coffee with a grin and then settling down again to happily watch his boyfriend having his drink right in front of him wearing only a towel.
A very nice view. ]
Yeah, it's a fundraiser. Lots of rich people. Possibly a bit of risque shows. I'll get you a tux... I think your measurements are 'thicc hot guy'?
[ Snort. ]
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[ Running a hand down his face, yikes. He rubs his eyes and leans forward, nursing his coffee while one of his feet finds Molly's to play with, charmed by the flattery. ]
You don't have to buy me a tux, that must cost loads. I can just wear a rental.
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[ His expression is adorable, though, and Molly strokes his foot against the reaching green one. Footsies in the living room, scandalous. ]
Darling, you spent so much money on seeing me naked and now you get it for free. Think of it as a refund.
...plus it meant I could pay rent early and have money over even after buying Yasha her bike, so damn. Sugar daddy.
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Hardly get to be your Daddy any other time with our schedules, got to squeeze in the appreciation when I can.
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You're a menace and I love you.
[ ...wait, shit. ]
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He's too abuzz with having heard that from Molly to even process saying it back. ]
... I'll get breakfast on, you command the TV.
[ Just in case Molly wants a mild breather. ]
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