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[devilstongue]

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[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.

[halforc]

[ Rubbing circles up a scalp until he meets the root of a horn, he grins into the kisses and finishes off a particularly deep one, savouring Molly's morning flavour before replying. His voice drops suggestively. ]

When have I ever, Mister Tealeaf?

[devilstongue]

[ Oh, fuck. Right. He showed Fjord his weaknesses yesterday. Molly makes a small gasp as he's kissed deeper and those horn bases are circled. The half-orc caught on far too quickly, the thinks with a laugh. ]

True, you certainly did not disappoint last night.

[halforc]

[ Catches on quick and is keen to prove it. He turns to kiss Molly thoroughly with a hungry groan, kneading that weak spot over and over as he leans into him, fancy fresh clothes and all. ]

Did you want to spar downstairs in the courtyard or right here?

[devilstongue]

That depends on how quickly you can get me out of these clothes.

[ He replies with a devilish grin, breathless from the horn-rubbing. Why was he fully dressed again?? What a waste. ]

We could have both. Fighting and fucking afterwards.

[halforc]

[ Fjord spends a moment toying with Molly, running a hand up a striped thigh to give a squeeze ... Then he leans away and gives him a playful push back to the bed, getting to his feet.

Hands on cocked hips, he smiles down. ]

Fighting and fucking, in that order. Just as you please, Molly.

[devilstongue]

Atta boy.

[ He laughs, rolling over and then out of the bed in a smooth movement. Molly was all ready for a spar, after all, and what nicer way to fuck than when you're all full of adrenaline? Maybe he could suck Fjord's cock again, that had been wonderful.

Damn, now he has to think about zombies for a moment to get that semi away. ]