[ 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. ]
[ He definitely sounds like he wants a breather, looking a little shellshocked. Fuck, fuck, what does this mean, now? It's been a bit more than two weeks, right? How could he says something li-
Fjord kisses him and Molly's expression softens slightly, breath coming back. He was okay with it, and... well. He did call him his mate several times, so maybe it wasn't too soon?
Did he know what love felt like or was he just happy he got attention?
Shit.
Molly groans and flops back into the couch, horns already threatening to make permanent dips in the back of it. He busies himself with channel surfing, but can't quite connect to his brain what's on the screen.
He didn't say it back, his shitty mind gleefully points out. ]
[ Left to stew in a minefield of mental juices, Molly is alone for all of fifteen minutes as Fjord happily makes them some bacon and buttery toast. He hums to the radio as he goes, still in his towel and perfectly at ease with Molly huffing and puffing at the TV at his back.
I love you.
He needs to stop blushing like a schoolgirl, fuck. ]
Breakfast is served! Budge up, make room for the chef. A hot meal for my hot boyfriend.
[ Molly's channel surfing finally stopped on some kind of Jeopardy-like show, only because one contestant said 'orc' just as he was about to click next, and it just seemed decent background noise for a probably awkward talk.
...yet Fjord comes back with bacon and toast, and Molly scoots so that he can join him on the couch.
A hot meal for my hot boyfriend. He's such a himbo and Molly's chest just flutters happily. ]
Thank you, darling.
[ Thank you for the food, and for not freaking out. ]
[ Molly leans into that little peck, almost-purr drawn from his chest as he looks at Fjord. His question makes him a little awkward, though, and his sunrise eyes look away. ]
I don't... actually know what to do like this. It's usually just sex. Hang out? Watch TV? Take a walk?
[ He really isn't used to just being with someone in a home, unless it was just hanging with Yasha. It wasn't like he could braid Fjord's hair, though, and he doubts the half-orc wants to hear him bitch about the internet, gossip relentlessly, talk about clothes, fun stores he's seen, the new podcast he found or the fact that he now has unlocked more villagers in Animal Crossing. That was not date stuff. ]
[ He could kill whoever treated Molly like a sex doll. All of them. ]
Well, it's a Saturday, that means all the shops are open and we can go shopping if you want to see what's new in town. Grab a bite to eat while we're up there?
[ He drapes an arm around Molly's shoulders, chuckling. ]
It would be nice to have a normal, non-stress, no costumes, regular date together.
[ Molly brightens up at that, as the idea of an actual date would be amazing. Shopping is just cake on top of the cake. ]
I haven't been to this part of Zadash, so it's all new territory to me. I would love to explore it with you.
[ Leaning into that touch, he then realizes he's not sure if his clothes are decent enough to go out in after the storm. (Well, not decent/i>, those pants are tight, but hopefully at least not a wrinkly mess.) ]
Ah, shit. How bedraggled and sad am I going to look after yesterday?
[ There's a little, silly kiss on the nose for that one. Then he perks up at Fjord's suggestion. ]
Hmmm, boyfriend shirt...
[ Excellent idea! Molly hops off the couch and hurries into the bedroom to open Fjord's closet and steal the first shirt he can get his hands on that screams Fjord. ]
[ Fjord is happy to finish off their breakfast and join Molly in the doorway at a more leisurely pace. ]
How goes the ransacking?
[ There are fitted gym tops and sweaters, but what Molly may prefer are some baggy tshirts from when Fjord lost a little weight after Beau took him under her wing. Slogans like "save a seahorse, ride a sailor", and various other designs. ]
[ He slips into that big shirt with a laugh, and it is big enough to be cover his butt like a little sailor-humor tunic. Twirling around, Molly then bows to Fjord. ]
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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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Fjord kisses him and Molly's expression softens slightly, breath coming back. He was okay with it, and... well. He did call him his mate several times, so maybe it wasn't too soon?
Did he know what love felt like or was he just happy he got attention?
Shit.
Molly groans and flops back into the couch, horns already threatening to make permanent dips in the back of it. He busies himself with channel surfing, but can't quite connect to his brain what's on the screen.
He didn't say it back, his shitty mind gleefully points out. ]
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I love you.
He needs to stop blushing like a schoolgirl, fuck. ]
Breakfast is served! Budge up, make room for the chef. A hot meal for my hot boyfriend.
[ What a corndog. ]
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...yet Fjord comes back with bacon and toast, and Molly scoots so that he can join him on the couch.
A hot meal for my hot boyfriend. He's such a himbo and Molly's chest just flutters happily. ]
Thank you, darling.
[ Thank you for the food, and for not freaking out. ]
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[ OOOOOOHHHH ... ! ]
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Asshole.
[ Fuck the eggs, Molly leans in for a kiss. ]
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We have a whole weekend, Molls. What do you want to do?
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I don't... actually know what to do like this. It's usually just sex. Hang out? Watch TV? Take a walk?
[ He really isn't used to just being with someone in a home, unless it was just hanging with Yasha. It wasn't like he could braid Fjord's hair, though, and he doubts the half-orc wants to hear him bitch about the internet, gossip relentlessly, talk about clothes, fun stores he's seen, the new podcast he found or the fact that he now has unlocked more villagers in Animal Crossing. That was not date stuff. ]
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Well, it's a Saturday, that means all the shops are open and we can go shopping if you want to see what's new in town. Grab a bite to eat while we're up there?
[ He drapes an arm around Molly's shoulders, chuckling. ]
It would be nice to have a normal, non-stress, no costumes, regular date together.
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I haven't been to this part of Zadash, so it's all new territory to me. I would love to explore it with you.
[ Leaning into that touch, he then realizes he's not sure if his clothes are decent enough to go out in after the storm. (Well, not decent/i>, those pants are tight, but hopefully at least not a wrinkly mess.) ]
Ah, shit. How bedraggled and sad am I going to look after yesterday?
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[ Stealing some of Molly's bacon, he covers it badly with a kiss to Molly's shoulder. ]
But if you want, you can borrow something of mine to bastardise into your own style if your shirt's still soggy. I think your pants will be okay.
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[ There's a little, silly kiss on the nose for that one. Then he perks up at Fjord's suggestion. ]
Hmmm, boyfriend shirt...
[ Excellent idea! Molly hops off the couch and hurries into the bedroom to open Fjord's closet and steal the first shirt he can get his hands on that screams Fjord. ]
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How goes the ransacking?
[ There are fitted gym tops and sweaters, but what Molly may prefer are some baggy tshirts from when Fjord lost a little weight after Beau took him under her wing. Slogans like "save a seahorse, ride a sailor", and various other designs. ]
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How do I look?
[ He makes an exaggerated model pose. ]
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