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.
They clearly didn't know what they were looking at, then.
[ That kiss meets Molly's neck next, a chest at the centre of that shirt, his middle where Fjord lifts the fabric out of the way to run his lips over a midriff. ]
I so rarely get you all to myself, do you blame me for wanting to keep you a little longer?
[ Oh, that was nice, kisses wandering down and shirt lifted like that. It's rewarded by the humming, happy sound from Molly, and he reaches out one hand to steady himself at a shoulder - a kiss pressed to the top of Fjord's head. ]
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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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[ That kiss meets Molly's neck next, a chest at the centre of that shirt, his middle where Fjord lifts the fabric out of the way to run his lips over a midriff. ]
I so rarely get you all to myself, do you blame me for wanting to keep you a little longer?
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[ Oh, that was nice, kisses wandering down and shirt lifted like that. It's rewarded by the humming, happy sound from Molly, and he reaches out one hand to steady himself at a shoulder - a kiss pressed to the top of Fjord's head. ]
You're so good, Fjord. So good.
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How good?
[ Is that a tongue trailing up that lavender thigh? ]
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[ He smiles again, closing his eyes briefly as he feels those lips on him. Fjord is so loving, so sweet and they're both fucking horny idiots. ]
On your knees for me, your lips on my skin. Making me feel like a god.
[ Molly shifts a bit, spreading his legs more. ]
Long may I reign.