[ 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. ]
I think you look great, also that you need your trousers or you'll end up with ten new boyfriends by the time the day is out.
[ That being said, he scoops up Molly's discarded trousers and takes them into the kitchen to toss in the tumble dryer and deal with any leftover rain from last night. ]
Oh, [ calling through the apartment, ] I hope it's not weird, I bought a spare toothbrush for you in case you stayed the night. It's in the bathroom.
[ Even if you can't see him roll his eyes with those red globes, the whole vibe is there. Molly just slides by Fjord and kisses the man again. Because he can, and that's what makes it amazing. ]
I didn't want you to feel like you weren't welcome, it wasn't ... presuming anything. Just so you know.
[ He wraps his arms around Molly with a gratuitous amount of cuddling and roaming hands, smiling into affectionate kisses which leave them bumping noses. He can't disguise how content he is like this, try as he might; it warms his crinkled eyes as he gazes into redredred. If he looks long enough he thinks he can see the ghosts of pupils. ]
I love you too, Molly.
[ A keepsake from earlier when he didn't say it back. ]
[ Smiling, he happily snuggles into those arms, letting himself enjoy the closeness of someone that was so sweet that he was worried getting his boyfriend a toothbrush was presumptuous.
His eyes meet yellow happily, adoring the way Fjord's own pupil waxed and waned with light. From slits to full moons by a kiss. He loves it.
Fjord loves him. ]
Good. You mean so much to me, Fjord. Even just this little time... I'm so happy.
Sweetheart, I can't remember how I got to the grand old age of thirty-three without ever having you in my life. I don't want to.
[ A soft kiss buffs those pretty lips as he slides a hand up the back of Molly's neck and into his hair, letting him see the way he looks him over. It's not just that Molly's a knockout (and knows it), he's so kind-hearted and warm beneath that crass, shiny shell that Fjord has gotten increasingly smitten since day one.
His fingers brush up, thumb gently flicking an ear as purple waves cover his wrist and he parts his lips as if to say something again ...
But he ends up going in for another kiss, this one firmer with a happy hum to it. A rumble in his chest. He can't find the right words to explain the lovely weight in his ribs whenever he thinks about Molly being his so he tries to put it into the kiss instead, licking his way past sharp fangs to find the perfect way they fit together by now, tusks and all. ]
Molly feels like Fjord has a gravity of his own, just easily pulling on his heart like that. The body follows, their lips meet again and he's so happy.
His own hands go for those nice broad shoulders and then carding through that dual-toned hair, smiling as he feels the tiny ponytail in the back and gives it an affectionate tug in return for the ear flick. Then the kiss deepens and it steals his breath away, two prongs slipping by green lips to play.
Love was like fireworks in his heart and softness in his soul, and he never wanted to feel anything else.
[ He's lapsing into the lovely experience of meeting that forked tongue with his own and exploring its curious shape when the phone rings. Fjord huffs, squeezing Molly in token protest and mumbles between the kisses. ]
[ Molly whines too, but he has to pull away and look at the phone. ]
I turned shit off, so it's only Yasha who can call me. Making sure I'm alive and all that.
[ He does turn off her call, however, and then texts her. Obviously he doesn't often type, but she gets an emoji and 'love you've' in return before Molly flings his phone into the couch. ]
[ Molly laughs at that, easily moving backwards as Fjord starts to 'herd' him. His red eyes are full of mirth and the mention of the shirt has him grinning. ]
I'm not as pretty as you, they'll lock me up for public indecency if you leave me naked without a wardrobe to call my own.
[ At the edge of the bed he nudges Molly to take a seat and sinks to his knees, in between the tiefling's. Still tall enough to lean in for a kiss, Fjord spreads his hands innocently over a pair of bare thighs, creeping up. ]
You know, I have a laptop ... we can go shopping from bed today. Face the sunshine tomorrow ...
Darling, you're so hot that people would be blessed to see even a bit of you. Plus I've been arrested for that, so they definitely do not care about perfection.
[ He sits down on the bed and watches with some amusement when Fjord kneels between his legs like that. Their lips meet for a moment and then Molly curls his tail around a green thigh. ]
Mmm... you still make wonderfully convincing points.
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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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[ That being said, he scoops up Molly's discarded trousers and takes them into the kitchen to toss in the tumble dryer and deal with any leftover rain from last night. ]
Oh, [ calling through the apartment, ] I hope it's not weird, I bought a spare toothbrush for you in case you stayed the night. It's in the bathroom.
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[ Even if you can't see him roll his eyes with those red globes, the whole vibe is there. Molly just slides by Fjord and kisses the man again. Because he can, and that's what makes it amazing.
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Not weird, baby. Thoughtful. Maybe life-saving.
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[ He wraps his arms around Molly with a gratuitous amount of cuddling and roaming hands, smiling into affectionate kisses which leave them bumping noses. He can't disguise how content he is like this, try as he might; it warms his crinkled eyes as he gazes into redredred. If he looks long enough he thinks he can see the ghosts of pupils. ]
I love you too, Molly.
[ A keepsake from earlier when he didn't say it back. ]
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[ Smiling, he happily snuggles into those arms, letting himself enjoy the closeness of someone that was so sweet that he was worried getting his boyfriend a toothbrush was presumptuous.
His eyes meet yellow happily, adoring the way Fjord's own pupil waxed and waned with light. From slits to full moons by a kiss. He loves it.
Fjord loves him. ]
Good. You mean so much to me, Fjord. Even just this little time... I'm so happy.
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[ A soft kiss buffs those pretty lips as he slides a hand up the back of Molly's neck and into his hair, letting him see the way he looks him over. It's not just that Molly's a knockout (and knows it), he's so kind-hearted and warm beneath that crass, shiny shell that Fjord has gotten increasingly smitten since day one.
His fingers brush up, thumb gently flicking an ear as purple waves cover his wrist and he parts his lips as if to say something again ...
But he ends up going in for another kiss, this one firmer with a happy hum to it. A rumble in his chest. He can't find the right words to explain the lovely weight in his ribs whenever he thinks about Molly being his so he tries to put it into the kiss instead, licking his way past sharp fangs to find the perfect way they fit together by now, tusks and all. ]
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Molly feels like Fjord has a gravity of his own, just easily pulling on his heart like that. The body follows, their lips meet again and he's so happy.
His own hands go for those nice broad shoulders and then carding through that dual-toned hair, smiling as he feels the tiny ponytail in the back and gives it an affectionate tug in return for the ear flick. Then the kiss deepens and it steals his breath away, two prongs slipping by green lips to play.
Love was like fireworks in his heart and softness in his soul, and he never wanted to feel anything else.
...of course that's when his phone rings again. ]
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Whoever that is ... they can fuck right off ...
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I turned shit off, so it's only Yasha who can call me. Making sure I'm alive and all that.
[ He does turn off her call, however, and then texts her. Obviously he doesn't often type, but she gets an emoji and 'love you've' in return before Molly flings his phone into the couch. ]
Now it's off. I'm yours, no more distractions.
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Ooo, I'm more important than Yasha? Things I will never tell her ...
[ Inwardly, he debates the need to leave their little cocoon of a weekend together in his flat at all. ]
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[ She was his platonic soulmate, after all. ]
I'm yours for as long as you'll have me this weekend.
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[ He starts walking forwards, intentionally moving Molly backwards step-by-step to the bed. ]
You suit that shirt, you know ...
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You're never getting it back, it's mine now.
[ Shirts, hoodies... all Molly's now. ]
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[ At the edge of the bed he nudges Molly to take a seat and sinks to his knees, in between the tiefling's. Still tall enough to lean in for a kiss, Fjord spreads his hands innocently over a pair of bare thighs, creeping up. ]
You know, I have a laptop ... we can go shopping from bed today. Face the sunshine tomorrow ...
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[ He sits down on the bed and watches with some amusement when Fjord kneels between his legs like that. Their lips meet for a moment and then Molly curls his tail around a green thigh. ]
Mmm... you still make wonderfully convincing points.
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