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[devilstongue]

[ 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.

[ He grins, all fangs and assholeness. ]

What did you bring me?

[halforc]

[ The absolute lush. ]

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.

[devilstongue]

[ 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. ]

How bad is it downstairs?

[halforc]

[ 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.

No one has a problem with it. Us.

[devilstongue]

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.

[halforc]

[ Holding in a snort is impossible. ]

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.

[devilstongue]

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.

[halforc]

[ 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.

[devilstongue]

Maybe I like smelling like you.

[ Perhaps not quite as much as he's doing right now, though. He'll take his shower while Fjord sleeps, but it's not a hurry. ]

I think we're tying up some loose odds and ends, so nothing big.

[ As far as he knew there was nothing chaotic going on at the moment, but who knew what would happen later? It was kind of their thing, after all. ]

Sleep, Fjord. Thank you for the food.

[halforc]

[ Smiling into the bed as Molly flirts with him, Fjord hums and lets a nap take over to resume the snoozing that Beau had so callously ruined earlier (how dare she want him to be healthy and exercise). ]

No problem, Molls.

[ And he passes out with the ease of a man who got laid the night before, still recovering that half-orc stamina. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Fjord falls asleep and Molly decides to finish his breakfast before he gets up for real, trying on his robe again and wandering off to get a shower. Of course he's accosted on the way, but Beau lets up as soon as he opens his dressing robe just slightly to show a hickey. While she's making gagging sounds, the tiefling enjoys a long shower with all the little scrubs, oils and soaps he has.

Coming out of that looking and smelling amazing (even if he kinda misses the comforting scent of Fjord) he moves to get dressed, blinged up and picking up the new scimitars that had pretty much been shoved on him as soon as he got out of the dirt. Tail swishing with a bit of excitement, he twirls one of them curiously before they go back in his scabbards.

Donning one mostly-repaired coat, and he heads back to Fjord's room again... ignoring his poor ruined bed.

Molly steps inside Fjord's room again, sneaking up on the half-orc to see if he was awake. ]

[halforc]

[ Fast asleep and curled up on his side, the blankets have been dragged around him in a bundle as Fjord snores softly into the bedding. He hasn't moved in all the time Molly was sprucing up, peacefully sleeping the morning away in a content pile. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Delighted, Molly moves closer to the bed and into it with as much care as he can. Slooowly sliding so that he can sit across the half-orc's hips, he leans in and whispers; ]

Good morning~

[ Then he tweaks Fjords nipples. Hard. ]

[halforc]

[ Everything was all so lovely until — ]

Hn —?! Argh!

[ Fjord is startled awake by pain and he reacts on instinct, bleary-eyed so he can't see clearly as he lashes out for the throat of his attacker and throws all his weight into shoving them sideways into the bed, bearing over them with a yell, panting harshly.

Too many rude awakenings in the past. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Okay. Okay, fair.

That was stupid.

Molly yelps and is smashed into the bed by the half-orc, eyes wide as he gets exactly what he deserves for waking a man with dream-related PTSD. (In his very minor defense, he doesn't know how bad it was quite recently.) ]

Fjord!

[ He gasps, deliberating if ghosting through the floor is a wise action or would freak him out more. ]

[halforc]

M-Molly?

[ He wakes up properly with the tiefling pinned by his forearm across the throat and hastily drops backward, a foot bracing on the floor to stop him falling off the bed in surprise. He looks around the room to check no one else is present, the tension in his shoulders easing with a shaky sigh. ]

What are you doing?

[devilstongue]

[ He coughs again, shaking his head. ]

Being really stupid, apparently.

[ He tries to sit up a bit, looking a bit awkward. ]

I'm sorry. I was trying to be a shit.

[halforc]

Don't wake me up like that again. [ Swinging both legs off the bed, he rubs his face with both hands and sighs into the warmth of his palms, calming down. ] ... Please.

[ Adding that on so it wasn't snapping, not entirely. ]

[devilstongue]

Message received. I was trying to get you to chase me, but it seems I've missed a few things.

[ He says, carefully putting a hand on Fjord's shoulder. ]

When did it get this bad?

[halforc]

When I woke up with a monster stabbing me awake in my own bed.

[ And every other time Uk'otoa has made him awaken with some form of agony, it built up into a reasonable fear. His hand pats Molly's on his shoulder, trying to find the right words. ]

I don't like the pain. It always hurts ... when he's involved.

[devilstongue]

I'm sorry.

[ He really is. It's been a year and his people are more damaged in some ways and better in others. It was time to really make sure he's up to date with things. ]

Fuck him, right? You got yourself a sugarmama who loves you.

[halforc]

[ That makes him crack a smile, chuckling as he leans back into Molly and tips up his chin up for a kiss. ]

Sure do. [ On the come-down of adrenaline, he adds, ] And I've got you, right?

[devilstongue]

[ He meets that kiss with a smile and then places one on Fjord's forehead as well. ]

Yeah, you got me. [ All of them, really, but he knows what Fjord means and isn't going to say that. Not right now. ]

I was hoping you'd spar with me, hence my need to get a rise out of you.

[halforc]

[ It feels so ... nice. He's never had anything like this before, not with someone who wanted him for who he is. The kisses settle something light and happy in his chest. ]

We can spar, just let me get dressed properly first. Your sticks are a little sharper than I'd like to feel without my armour.

[ But first: more kisses as he slides a hand into Molly's hair, a little moony over getting to be freely affectionate. ]

[devilstongue]

[ It is nice, which is what's scaring Molly a bit. He's worried he'll mess this up. ]

I'll try to not push my stick into you without asking first.

[ He says with a little wink, before he's brought into another of those nice kisses that make his chest flutter with affection and nervousness. He kisses back with a content hum, leaning into the touch at his hair and deepening the next kiss a bit with a swipe of his tongue. ]

Don't go easy on me.