[ He swats a thigh, dragging his eyes away as he uses the blanket to wipe himself down as best he can. Fjord hops back into his sweatpants and roots out a robe for Molly, holding it away from him at the last minute in exchange for a sweet, lingering kiss. ]
[ He murmurs, amused as Fjord gets up and dries off. He watches that lovely body like it's a work of art, and then finally gets up as he's offered his robe. It is easily exchanged for a kiss as Molly leans against the half-orc both for cuddles and for the nice warmth.
He's still a little unsteady on his legs, but with a little help, he could probably make it across the hall. ]
[ Good job he's got Fjord's arm around his waist as they head out, a reassuring squeeze in place. He peeks out, wincing as he sees the light on underneath the girls' door and sending Molly a guilty look. Busted. No way they weren't going to be but the pretence was nice while it lasted.
[ He leans his head to Fjord as they walk, smiling as they step out of the bedroom door. They had to pass the girl's room to get there, so he knows exactly what that means. Molly's tail starts swishing again, amused.
True to his predictions, the room is lit and he can hear Jester saying something to what he assumes is Beau before her cheerful voice rings out to the hallway. ]
[ Aw, fjuck. As he ushers Molly inside his room, he calls over a shoulder into the hall as flatly as he can, ]
He had a bad back, I helped heal it.
[ The cackling and cooing he receives in reply has the door shut on it and he turns to Molly, blushing green again so that the lime in his cheeks looks darker. ]
Er, make yourself at home.
[ His bed is messier than Molly's with several fleece and fur blankets askew, the bed itself magically made bigger by Caleb's magic so that Fjord's feet don't hang off the end. It's the perfect nest for a fussy tiefling. ]
[ Molly laughs as well, saying goodnight to them and creating an even louder cackle from inside the room, with Beau groaning loudly and telling them to please get a gag if they're going to fuck next door.
The tiefling has seen Fjord's room before when snooping, but this is different. Sliding into the nice and big bed, he lounges like a king among the furs. He smiles at Fjord, opening the dressing robe slightly to show more of his tattoos and the silver scars crossing all over. ]
I bet they've got their ears up against the wall right now.
[ Grumbling as he gets into bed, he tugs up a couple of blankets and drapes an arm around Molly, turning to face him. It is different in here when they're both calmer, not snarling or whining or begging ... The recent memories make his ears blush so badly they almost turn red at the tips. ]
Are you comfortable?
[ What the fuck does he even say? Thanks for the fuck, I fancy you. Don't take the piss too much. Hells. ]
[ He chuckles a bit, and then happily gravitates to that warm body as soon as Fjord joins him. It's so damn< I>adorable how he can blush like that after everything they had just done, and he has to lean up and kiss those green lips gently. ]
Very. It's nice and warm, my bones are jelly and I've gotten my 'moodiness' fucked right out of me.
[ Molly yawns, snuggling closer. The fallout of this could happen later, not right now when he was happy. ]
[ The kiss warms him up better than the blankets ever could. He plants another one chastely on Molly's forehead and strokes his back with a slow methodical hand, tracing every bump of a scar with his thumb before moving on in search of another. ]
Wake me up if you're up first.
[ He doesn't want to wake up alone, not after tonight. ]
[ He takes one pillow and folds it into a roll to put under his neck, in order to keep his horns from making a hole in the mattress while lying on his side like this. It makes it possible for him to stay like he is even after he's fallen asleep, which he usually doesn't bother with during quick flings. ]
When am I ever up before you?
[ Molly asks, amused as he strokes some of the white hair from Fjord's forehead. He was not a morning person, after all, and was usually still snoozing while Fjord got dressed or did his exercises back when they used to share a room. That had not changed, because Mollymauk is a hedonist in every way, including sleeping in.
Another soft kiss and then he closes his eyes. He's out within seconds, snuggled into Fjord's arms and tail curling lightly around the half-orc's waist. ]
[ Morning comes all too soon in the form of Beau banging like hellfire thunder on Fjord's bedroom door, demanding that he be downstairs and ready to work out in ten minutes. It doesn't matter how much exercise you got last night, I want you ready to run! He leans out of bed to blearily yell that yes, he's up, he'll be there in a bloody minute, then promptly collapses back into bed.
It's a wild thirty seconds, completely the opposite of the sleepy morning wake-up he had planned the night before. ]
Fucking ... asshole, Beau.
[ He rolls toward Molly, wrapping around him with a grumble. Warm here. Two more minutes won't hurt. ]
[ Molly makes a protesting sound, tail lashing like an annoyed cat's at the horrible morning racket. Since one of his arms has slid over Fjord's waist during the night, he uses that to his advantage to pull the half-orc against him as soon as he's yelled back at Beau. He's warm and smells good and is not allowed to leave quite yet. ]
Mmm... not that I don't appreciate the results, but one day's break isn't going to ruin you.
No, no, no, stay in here. Wait for me? [ He rains kisses all over Molly's neck and temple, running his hands over those slinky hips under the warm furs. ] I'll be back in an hour ...
[ Maybe he really could just hide here, convinced Beau won't drag his ass out into the back garden. It's a beautiful dream and Molly feels so warm and soft. ]
Goodness, since you're asking so prettily, I guess I must...
[ He says teasingly, leaning into the kisses. Was this what it felt like to wake up with someone you knew? It was... a lot more intimate than he was used to, which makes Molly's heart lurch a bit.
Dangerous territory. He really needs to talk to Yasha later.
Back to the moment at hand, however, he steals a kiss on the lips with a soft sigh and then tries to push Fjord off the bed. Gently. ]
[ Fjord is much more resigned to waking up knowing that Molly will still be here when he gets back. He flops off the bed with a groan and roots around in his chest for clean clothes to work out in, a foolish endeavour when what he really needs is a shower, but he figures Beau can reap what she sows. Maybe he'll get let off early for being stinky. ]
I'll be back with breakfast, if Deuces gets it started by then. [ He pauses at the door on the way out, the sight of Molly wrapped up in his bed doing things to his insides that have nothing to do with a raging hunger for food. ] ... See you in a bit.
[ There it is again, that feeling of familiarity and weird feelings that he doesn't know if he's ready for. Waiting in Fjord's bed like some kept man, for him to bring breakfast in the most domestic and sweet scenario he doesn't quite understand. ]
Alright, darling. See you...
[ Molly rolls into the warm spot Fjord leaves behind and does another one of those luxurious stretches before he snuggles in to continue sleeping. He's too exhausted to ponder more right now, and he's a little bit sore. Maybe he should take a sho... nope, asleep. ]
[ Fjord meanwhile gets run ragged by Beau, forced to do so many sit-ups he thinks he might get another hernia, and given the shovel talk when it comes to Molly. By the time he arrives back an hour later, even Caleb suggests having a wash and that really says it all. He takes a dip in the spa-come-bath, mooches into the kitchen to leering eyes who will not take 'fuck off' as an answer, and is ribbed twice as much when Veth realises he's making a second plate to go upstairs with.
He feels like he could commit murder when he opens his bedroom door, knocking it before peering in. All his feelings abruptly turn into indistinguishable mush as he looks for Molly. ]
[ Molly's awake when Fjord comes back, even if he's still in the bed. Having propped up a few pillows, he's essentially lounging naked and uncovered among the furs. He seems slightly lost in thought when Fjord enters, but then his face lights up at the promise of breakfast (and his returning bedmate). ]
Welcome back. You look fetching after a shower, though you did look quite lovely with come in your beard as well.
I didn't have to bring you anything at all, [ just saying!! stupid sexy tiefling, ] but you're in luck. Deuces made fried mushroom cakes.
[ He takes a seat beside Molly on the bed, resting the plate between them; it's not just mushroom patties, Fjord may have put a bit of everything on there. Sausages (what's left, hah), eggs on toast, half an orange pilfered off Jester's plate. His shoulder bumps Molly's and Fjord does a brilliant impression of not noticing that nudity at all, leaning in for a kiss with his chin tipped up. ]
[ He chuckles at that, meeting that kiss and then reaching for a piece of the orange immediately. ]
If you think I'm not going to suck your cock again before all of this is over, you're sadly mistaken.
[ Molly pops the piece of orange in his mouth with a content sigh, leaning in a bit against Fjord to steal his heat... even though he's the hot-blooded one. Greedy. ]
[ It's nice and companionable sitting in bed with Molly, any awkwardness is slipping away quickly as Fjord takes his cue and drapes an arm around his shoulders. He would comment on being sucked off (yes, wow) but there are other things to discuss. ]
Harrowing. Veth's awful in every way you can imagine, Beau told me if I hurt you I'll be a new green handbag for Jester, and Caleb is doing that thing where he's thinking a lot behind his eyes. The others are finding it funny, but they're ... fine.
I'm surprised that it isn't worse. I suppose you guys know eachother better by now to not let it fuck anything up.
[ He was a bit worried that sleeping with another Nein was going to be a disaster, group-wise. Thoughtful, he takes one of those mushroom cakes and enjoys it. That Clay fellow really was a good cook when he wasn't staring through Molly's damn soul every time they met.
It was as if he exactly knew how messy his head was. ]
Also I'm pretty sure they have a problem with us in one way. I'll try to be more quiet, but no promises.
They're worried about your honour. Kind of. Not really? But sort of. [ They know Molly can take care of himself, it's the Being Dead Thing rearing its head again. Fjord slides down in bed and curls up on his side, yawning at length. ]
My entire body hurts ... [ He noses his way to a hip, curling a hand around the inside of a thigh where it comes to rest in a sleepy cuddle. ] Mmm, so warm. Wake me in fifty hours.
My honor? I'm not exactly a shrinking violet that can't handle you. You're a sweet man and I'm a shameless bastard, it should be the other way around.
[ He plays with Fjord's hair while eating, running his free hand through it with a fondness that frightens him a little. They were friends, he wasn't about to ruin that by being a shitty person with commitment problems.
He had to trust that Fjord meant it when he said he only wanted what Molly could give. (What could he give?)
There's a smirk as the half-orc complains and he continues his petting. ] I'll wake you in one, I'm pretty sure the others want to at least see our faces today.
[ Molly will assuredly get an earful too, something Fjord is determined to sleep through. He yawns hugely, nipping a thigh that he nuzzles back into. ]
We're supposed to head out at midday, Caleb said. I was too busy being harassed so I didn't catch what for, but you might want to get up and steal a wash before we go. [ He smirks up from the blankets, nose pressed against a lavender leg. ] You smell like me.
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[ He swats a thigh, dragging his eyes away as he uses the blanket to wipe himself down as best he can. Fjord hops back into his sweatpants and roots out a robe for Molly, holding it away from him at the last minute in exchange for a sweet, lingering kiss. ]
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[ He murmurs, amused as Fjord gets up and dries off. He watches that lovely body like it's a work of art, and then finally gets up as he's offered his robe. It is easily exchanged for a kiss as Molly leans against the half-orc both for cuddles and for the nice warmth.
He's still a little unsteady on his legs, but with a little help, he could probably make it across the hall. ]
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Time to do the walk of shame ... ]
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True to his predictions, the room is lit and he can hear Jester saying something to what he assumes is Beau before her cheerful voice rings out to the hallway. ]
Did you have fun with Moll-eh, Fjooord?
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He had a bad back, I helped heal it.
[ The cackling and cooing he receives in reply has the door shut on it and he turns to Molly, blushing green again so that the lime in his cheeks looks darker. ]
Er, make yourself at home.
[ His bed is messier than Molly's with several fleece and fur blankets askew, the bed itself magically made bigger by Caleb's magic so that Fjord's feet don't hang off the end. It's the perfect nest for a fussy tiefling. ]
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The tiefling has seen Fjord's room before when snooping, but this is different. Sliding into the nice and big bed, he lounges like a king among the furs. He smiles at Fjord, opening the dressing robe slightly to show more of his tattoos and the silver scars crossing all over. ]
Come cuddle, you wonderful bastard.
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[ Grumbling as he gets into bed, he tugs up a couple of blankets and drapes an arm around Molly, turning to face him. It is different in here when they're both calmer, not snarling or whining or begging ... The recent memories make his ears blush so badly they almost turn red at the tips. ]
Are you comfortable?
[ What the fuck does he even say? Thanks for the fuck, I fancy you. Don't take the piss too much. Hells. ]
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[ He chuckles a bit, and then happily gravitates to that warm body as soon as Fjord joins him. It's so damn< I>adorable how he can blush like that after everything they had just done, and he has to lean up and kiss those green lips gently. ]
Very. It's nice and warm, my bones are jelly and I've gotten my 'moodiness' fucked right out of me.
[ Molly yawns, snuggling closer. The fallout of this could happen later, not right now when he was happy. ]
Sleep now.
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[ The kiss warms him up better than the blankets ever could. He plants another one chastely on Molly's forehead and strokes his back with a slow methodical hand, tracing every bump of a scar with his thumb before moving on in search of another. ]
Wake me up if you're up first.
[ He doesn't want to wake up alone, not after tonight. ]
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When am I ever up before you?
[ Molly asks, amused as he strokes some of the white hair from Fjord's forehead. He was not a morning person, after all, and was usually still snoozing while Fjord got dressed or did his exercises back when they used to share a room. That had not changed, because Mollymauk is a hedonist in every way, including sleeping in.
Another soft kiss and then he closes his eyes. He's out within seconds, snuggled into Fjord's arms and tail curling lightly around the half-orc's waist. ]
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It's a wild thirty seconds, completely the opposite of the sleepy morning wake-up he had planned the night before. ]
Fucking ... asshole, Beau.
[ He rolls toward Molly, wrapping around him with a grumble. Warm here. Two more minutes won't hurt. ]
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Mmm... not that I don't appreciate the results, but one day's break isn't going to ruin you.
[ He says with a soft yawn, eyes still closed. ]
Give me a few minutes and I'll go back to my bed.
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[ Maybe he really could just hide here, convinced Beau won't drag his ass out into the back garden. It's a beautiful dream and Molly feels so warm and soft. ]
Please?
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[ He says teasingly, leaning into the kisses. Was this what it felt like to wake up with someone you knew? It was... a lot more intimate than he was used to, which makes Molly's heart lurch a bit.
Dangerous territory. He really needs to talk to Yasha later.
Back to the moment at hand, however, he steals a kiss on the lips with a soft sigh and then tries to push Fjord off the bed. Gently. ]
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[ Fjord is much more resigned to waking up knowing that Molly will still be here when he gets back. He flops off the bed with a groan and roots around in his chest for clean clothes to work out in, a foolish endeavour when what he really needs is a shower, but he figures Beau can reap what she sows. Maybe he'll get let off early for being stinky. ]
I'll be back with breakfast, if Deuces gets it started by then. [ He pauses at the door on the way out, the sight of Molly wrapped up in his bed doing things to his insides that have nothing to do with a raging hunger for food. ] ... See you in a bit.
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Alright, darling. See you...
[ Molly rolls into the warm spot Fjord leaves behind and does another one of those luxurious stretches before he snuggles in to continue sleeping. He's too exhausted to ponder more right now, and he's a little bit sore. Maybe he should take a sho... nope, asleep. ]
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He feels like he could commit murder when he opens his bedroom door, knocking it before peering in. All his feelings abruptly turn into indistinguishable mush as he looks for Molly. ]
Hey ... I'm back.
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Welcome back. You look fetching after a shower, though you did look quite lovely with come in your beard as well.
[ He grins, all fangs and assholeness. ]
What did you bring me?
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I didn't have to bring you anything at all, [ just saying!! stupid sexy tiefling, ] but you're in luck. Deuces made fried mushroom cakes.
[ He takes a seat beside Molly on the bed, resting the plate between them; it's not just mushroom patties, Fjord may have put a bit of everything on there. Sausages (what's left, hah), eggs on toast, half an orange pilfered off Jester's plate. His shoulder bumps Molly's and Fjord does a brilliant impression of not noticing that nudity at all, leaning in for a kiss with his chin tipped up. ]
I need payment for services rendered.
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If you think I'm not going to suck your cock again before all of this is over, you're sadly mistaken.
[ Molly pops the piece of orange in his mouth with a content sigh, leaning in a bit against Fjord to steal his heat... even though he's the hot-blooded one. Greedy. ]
How bad is it downstairs?
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comment on being sucked off (yes, wow) but there are other things to discuss. ]
Harrowing. Veth's awful in every way you can imagine, Beau told me if I hurt you I'll be a new green handbag for Jester, and Caleb is doing that thing where he's thinking a lot behind his eyes. The others are finding it funny, but they're ... fine.
No one has a problem with it. Us.
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[ He was a bit worried that sleeping with another Nein was going to be a disaster, group-wise. Thoughtful, he takes one of those mushroom cakes and enjoys it. That Clay fellow really was a good cook when he wasn't staring through Molly's damn soul every time they met.
It was as if he exactly knew how messy his head was. ]
Also I'm pretty sure they have a problem with us in one way. I'll try to be more quiet, but no promises.
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They're worried about your honour. Kind of. Not really? But sort of. [ They know Molly can take care of himself, it's the Being Dead Thing rearing its head again. Fjord slides down in bed and curls up on his side, yawning at length. ]
My entire body hurts ... [ He noses his way to a hip, curling a hand around the inside of a thigh where it comes to rest in a sleepy cuddle. ] Mmm, so warm. Wake me in fifty hours.
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[ He plays with Fjord's hair while eating, running his free hand through it with a fondness that frightens him a little. They were friends, he wasn't about to ruin that by being a shitty person with commitment problems.
He had to trust that Fjord meant it when he said he only wanted what Molly could give. (What could he give?)
There's a smirk as the half-orc complains and he continues his petting. ] I'll wake you in one, I'm pretty sure the others want to at least see our faces today.
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We're supposed to head out at midday, Caleb said. I was too busy being harassed so I didn't catch what for, but you might want to get up and steal a wash before we go. [ He smirks up from the blankets, nose pressed against a lavender leg. ] You smell like me.
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