[ He's surprised as Fjord kisses him, but that doesn't mean that he isn't wholeheartedly into it once those lips are on his. It's an unique thing, being kissed underwater like this and he welcomes that tongue in greedily to deepen it and wrap his arms around Fjord's body. There was a lot of emotion in this, and Molly's a little surprised that it doesn't scare him this time.
Instead he returns the emotions in the way he kisses back, sweet but heated at the same time. Longing and happy at the same time. It's an odd mix with the seawater entering their lungs, but somehow it works. Just a little saltier than usual.
Very Fjordcore.
Maybe down here he didn't need to be afraid where this was taking them. Maybe he could allow himself some weakness without that bitter feeling of knowing he'll screw it up. ]
[ He's never kissed someone underwater before, not counting giving Jester air so that she could breathe. That experience is a world away from what he shares with Molly, which brims with unspoken feelings that are too hard to voice on land, easier said in the way Fjord runs his fingers through a cloud of curly purple hair and paws his way down the curve of a lovely back, bringing them in close as they tread water together. He hums and smiles, made up by the way Molly gives it his all in return; and maybe they won't have to sleep separately tonight after all, maybe some distance isn't what Molly needs.
Fjord parts their lips to grin at him, sunshine glinting in red eyes brighter than any of the reef's flowers. His heart does a funny lurch that has nothing to do with the tide.
You're beautiful, he mouths, because he can't be hit properly down here and enjoys watching Molly get flustered by direct compliments. ]
[ Molly lets Fjord's touch float him closer, 'anchoring' himself to the half-orc with his tail so that he can kiss him again. It feels like they're floating (which technically they are) and there's so much said in the way Fjord's fingers move over his back - warm against the slight chill of the ocean. Gently, trusting just after being shits to eachother.
He smiles back as their lips are parted, and oh, fuck - there it is again, something warm in his chest that has nothing to do with desire. He really had to talk to Yasha about this.
Red eyes illuminated by the glowing earring take in the words Fjord mouths to him and Molly leans his forehead against a green chest in the useless attempt to hide the slightly purple color on his cheeks. Many, many people has called him beautiful in many ways, but not like this. Not down in the ocean, obviously, but also not so sincerely said by a friend he cares about a little too much.
I want you, he mouths back, and maybe he means that in more ways than one. ]
[ He feels warm all over, like the sun isn't going to set soon and it could be midday, but it's all to do with Molly hiding against him (uncharacteristic and cute because of it), then the words he reads on his lips. Fjord nods, foreheads pressed together for a moment as he grins, taken aback by the words and scared to read too much into them ... Instead, he waggles his brows at the surrounding reef, as if it's an option. It's definitely time to go, though. Sadly.
Not sadly, in fact, because he gets to take a dripping wet Mollymauk home and ogle him all along the way.
Up, he says, I want you too.
He gets to hide his blush by swimming for the surface. ]
[ He chuckles at the look towards the reef. It's honestly tempting to see if it was even possible, but he also doesn't want to risk getting a crab nip in the middle of something good. Instead he follows Fjord towards the surface, breaking it and tossing his hair back over his head and horns once he does. Treading water, Molly silences the rite on his earring and starts to swim instead.
Something far more difficult above the water, it seems, as the waves keep tossing him around.
Blue catches his attention and he can see Jester on the beach, waving at them both with the rest of the Nein exploring the shallows or sitting on the beach.
Once Molly finds his feet on the sand, he walks out of the water to Jester's wolf-whistle, and gives her a show of combing his fingers through his wet hair with a wink before he picks up his dress. Saltwater runs in little lines down his body, following the muscles of his back and pooling slightly at the scars on his neck. The plum hair is darker when wet, but immediately seems to want to return to those loose curls when no longer plastered to his skin. ]
Alright, I think I've had enough water for the day.
[ Fjord hangs back as they head up the beach and it is, shamelessly after their private moment under the surface, all in order to watch Molly. He only tears his gaze away when Beau asks what kind of a fucking idiot he was to go swimming in his pants and he rolls his eyes, dragged into banter as he falls into step with them up the beach. If they head back now they can get a good table for Marion's performance, which is honestly low on Fjord's list of priorities after what Molly said back in the sea ... but! It's Marion and she's lovely, so. Also he's hungry, better get that fixed too.
As everyone gets their shit together, he holds out a hand for Molly once they're both reasonably dressed. He waits for Molly to meet his eyes, a soft look in them reserved just for him, remembering the I want you. It's dangerously sappy.
[ Molly shimmies into his dress and has to battle with it a little bit to get it on his still somewhat damp body, but it works out in the end. He finds one of his sandals and is somewhat confused until Yasha nods towards Veth and he groans. Guess he's going barefoot back to the Chateau, because he's not in the mood to chase the former goblin around.
...not when Fjord is waiting for him with that look on his face and those pretty eyes all soft for him. Happiness jumps over fear this time and he slides over to take Fjord's arm again. ]
Come to my room after dinner and the performance. I... you don't have to stay, but... yeah.
[ So smooth, it's a wonder how Molly got laid so much. ]
I'll come to you.
[ It's a good feeling. Wholesome, he would say, if that didn't sound stupid even in his own head. It's completely new to be with a lover like this and he's starting to think he's been deprived, knowing things were very different with the others in his past, but still ... Having Molly on his arm, who is clever and flighty enough to leave whenever he wants yet remains right there, makes Fjord feel ten feet tall.
He reaches into a soggy pocket and pulls out the lilac-mottled shell he found at the bottom of the reef, offering it up. It's small, something he only noticed because it reminded him of Molly in hue. ]
I know you've bought a lot of nicer things today for yourself and everyone else. This is from me to you. Only if you like it.
[ A mix of shock and awe of his persona, most times. He's good with the charm when it doesn't mean something, just like someone else we know.
Of course Molly's good armcandy on any arm, but he feels... nice? Like it's safe. Easy. There was no need to flutter off right now when the best was right here. Beside him.
(Fuck, he's so doomed.)
When Fjord presents the little purple shell Molly's heart thumps weirdly in his chest again. Sure, it was just a shell, but it was... fuck, it was a lot. Something simple yet so thoughtful. Fjord saw it and it meant something to him rather than just a purple shell.
(He really is doomed.) ]
It's... it's lovely, Fjord. Thank you.
[ He takes it between his fingers, turning it over a bit with a very gentle smile on his lips. Almost fragile, as if he's trying to let his guard down and just... allow this all to happen. ]
I'll add it to my horns later. Now I'm excited for dinner.
[ Pleased with Molly liking the little gift, the comment about wearing the shell intrigues him for the rest of the walk home and he asks Molly all sorts of curious questions about how he'll attach it, do the chains bother him in the water, is that why he's without them? The questions last all the way back to the Chateau and then they have to part to get inside, wash and dress, and be ready for the performance.
Fjord lets the happy mood carry him through all of it. When everyone disappears back to their respective rooms to get changed he catches Molly by the wrist and steals a quick peck on the lips. ]
[ Molly's more than happy to tell him about his jewelry, saying that he's been looking for a replacement for the moon charm he gave the little firbolg boy, so the shell might be nice to dangle from that horn. (He also admits that aside from them getting tangled in things, the chains are shitty metal and might rust, hence not wearing them in the ocean water.) He chats comfortably all the way back, until they're about to separate to get ready.
Stopped by Fjord, he smiles at the half-orc and mets those lips for another kiss. ]
[ At Fjord's awkward compliment on his dress, Molly's smile widens more and he gives his hips a teasing sway as he walks into his room, definitely pleased.
A while later he's washed, dressed and the previously salt-drenched hair turned into lovely curls instead. He's wearing the little shell on one horn, taking the place where his moon charm used to be and nicely fastened with some chain and wire. It's delicate, but he'll find someone later to cover it in glass or resin to keep it safe from the times he bites the ground in battle.
Hungry for both food and the show, Molly hurries down the stairs, still shoeless but with his necklaces on to accent his deep cleavage and just be a little fancier in these surroundings. Fashionably late, just a few moments before dinner is served, he slides into an open seat with an excited look. ]
[ Fjord has a wash to rid himself of most of the seawater, unbothered by the lingering scent when almost every sailor in the bar downstairs smells ten times worse. He pulls on a fresh shirt and heads downstairs much earlier than Molly, meeting up with Caleb who excitedly tells him all about some wizard spells that Fjord has trouble following but listens to politely anyway, the both of them ordering dinner for the group as people start to file downstairs. By the time Molly joins everyone, all the seats by Fjord are taken and he has to fight an internal battle not to be disappointed like a teenager with a crush. That is not what he has, not by far, but still. Molly's legs look lovely bare, especially when only that breezy summer dress covers them ...
He pipes up so as not to be caught staring, the weight of Yasha's gaze on him with Molly's arrival. ]
Plantain cups, [ sweet and savoury plantains stuffed with meat and rice, ] snakelock noodles, [ nodding to the bowls of sea anemone tendrils covered in honey, both fried and battered, ] aaand honeyflame bread for dessert but it isn't out yet.
[ He helps himself to the noodles around Veth, using his greater height to steal a big bowl. ]
[ Molly plops next to Yasha happily and she gives him a fond sigh in return. The purple tiefling eagerly watches the food, curious as Fjord points out each one. He picks a bit of everything, joyfully fighting Beau for the sauce only for Yasha to take it from them both and use it herself.
All in all it's a very Mighty Nein dinner, and Molly feels... well. He feels better. Like this was all more real and connected rather than the weird distance he had felt before. Red eyes glances over at Fjord, and for a moment he wonders.
Then Veth steals the last noodles from his plate and he leans over both Beau and Yasha to noogie her as hard as possible. Which, of course, sets her little boy off into a tirade of his momma never stealing anything as Veth grins and hands him the stolen noodles.
At least the chaos settles down once Marion enters and sings for them. Molly wiggles back to his seat and uses his favorite barbarian as a pillow while they watch this mesmerizing woman put them all under a spell without any magic at all.
[ A lot of noodles are lost to Veth's sticky fingers, Fjord's exasperation shared by a carefully blank expression Yeza cultivates in the way only a husband of a Rogue could. It's a dinner that binds them all together in the way only food can, any gossip and grievances made lighter by full bellies and summer Queen's wine, the sweet tang alive in the air itself.
At one point Fjord looks up to find Molly staring but is distracted by Beau slapping him on the cheek with a half-eaten plantain before he can respond.
When Marion takes to the stage he hears Jester sigh happily and pats her on the shoulder, soon with an armful of blueberry tiefling as she settles in contentedly to watch her mother. The room is silent as Marion's beautiful voice quavers inside Fjord's bones, feeling the music rather than just hearing it, and he has to bite his lip not to laugh when he sees Beau glancing suspiciously overhead, knowing exactly what she's looking for. He rests his chin on Jester's head, avoiding a vicious little horn on autopilot, and lets his heavy eyelids drift lower as the Ruby of the Sea starts her second song, softer and slower like the ocean after a storm. ]
[ Molly's watching with amazement, and gives Jester a smile as she gives him a look that says 'I told you so'! She's cute, leaning against Fjord like that and it's sweet how proud she is of her mom. (A little, wholly new part of himself wants to take her place in that lap, and that's a feeling he's never experienced before. It's not jealousy, just... weird.)
He's so full of everything right now, and the way Marion sings is like balm over his worries. Yasha had taken away the wine after he had three cups, but he was still picking little pieces of the honeyflame bread dessert to pop in his mouth now and then as the singing lulls him into a perfectly pliant and relaxed state.
Once the song ends and Marion bows, he cheers loudly and claps his hands before he forces himself to get off Yasha and stand. Veth hurries off to get Luc into bed, Yeza following along with such a fond smile on his face that Molly hopes Veth treats that angelicly patient man well.
Beau seems to want to hang by the bar, Jester hurries up after her mom, Caduceus bids everyone goodnight with one of those smiles of his before he heads for his room, Caleb following as he starts to dig out his quill again from his many pockets.
It leaves Molly, Yasha and Fjord in the Chateau's main room, and as he's about to slide up next to the half-orc, the aasimar stops him for a moment and whispers something in his ear, before she also heads up towards the room. She stops briefly next to Fjord. "..be patient with him." She says, disappearing upstairs. ]
[ Thank fuck that Yasha isn't the type to be direct about personal relationships because Fjord thinks he might have died if she had given them both a talking to. In the wake of everyone else heading off, well-fed and in good spirits, he's left with Molly at the decimated table of crockery, alone for the first time since the afternoon.
He steals some of the leftover bread, munching for something to do. Aside from being patient, which he's sure he usually is. Isn't he? Hmm. ]
[ Molly stares after Yasha with a mildly shocked look and then down to Fjord. He quickly tries to look like he's busy moving around an empty wine bottle so that the half-orc doesn't see the slightly panicked flush on his face. ]
Wonderful. One of the best ones in a long time. It was nice... to see everyone having fun.
[ Getting a bit of a hold on himself (dammit, Yasha!) he puts the bottle down with a sigh before he moves closer. Molly reaches to wrap his arms around Fjord, leaning in and trying to coax a kiss from those lovely lips. ]
Take me to bed, Fjord. Let me show you how good of a day I've had.
[ There's something weirdly twitchy about Molly ... which Fjord forgets the instant he has Molly's arms around his neck and lips on his own, leaning up to give him what he wants. ]
Oh, yes. Okay.
[ Pleasantly surprised not to have to ask, he rises from the table and slips a hand into Molly's to lead him out. His stomach shouldn't feel so light and fluttery after that much food but it does, ears burning a darker green as he passes a restless thumb over purple knuckles. ]
Your room or mine?
[ Not that it matters to him, it might to Molly. Fjord just focuses on holding his hand and not tripping on his face up the stairs. ]
[ He decides, rebuilding his panache after Yasha's whisper. The eagerness of Fjord is helpful as well, and Molly's both soothed and excited by that thumb over his knuckles. A simple gesture but so soft that it makes his heart flip yet again.
They get up the stairs and to his room without any problems, and Molly grins at the half-orc as soon as they are inside. Crashing into those arms, he kisses the other man with a hunger that is nothing like the one one he had for noodles earlier. He's wanted this all day, like an addiction that only became worse with every tease, with every look. The sparring, the underwater makeout... Molly wants so strongly that it is all he can think about even through the near food coma and the mild drunkenness. ]
[ Molly is scooped up in those arms and twirled around with the motion of it, each kiss met with the same hunger that has been boiling up inside him all day and made worse by that damn dress. It's been almost worse seeing him in the thing than out of it in the ocean and he makes short work of the belt, yanking it away so that Fjord can run his hands up a warm, soft chest and brush the damnable thing right off the shoulders its been riding since this afternoon, cotton landing on the floor with a whumph.
He only glances down when the heated kissing parts for a much-needed breath, heartbeat drumming in his ears and hands skimming down Molly's arms as Fjord gladly takes in the sight of him. ]
[ The belt is tossed away and Molly couldn't care less where, because Fjord has his hands on him, calloused palms wandering over his warm skin and the supple muscle underneath. The dress falls easily off his shoulders and down his hips, pooling around his feet as the kisses draws Molly's breath away with each meeting of lips and slides of their tongues.
When they break apart for a moment, Mollymauk looks awfully pleased with himself as Fjord takes him in. All those tattoos are on display on his skin, but the bright colors are joined with what looks like very lovely lace panties. Thin and delicate and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination since the poor fabric is already tenting a bit. ]
[ Fjord blinks in surprise, then hooks a finger in those sinful panties and drags Molly in by them. ]
When did you buy these?
[ He was so sure he kept an eye on him today ... mostly. But which shops even sold those! Impossible to figure that out when he can't stop his fingers sliding over the lace and palming the outline of a cock, stroking the thin fabric along Molly's shaft to fire him up. He looks absolutely edible and Fjord is offended. ]
[ Molly laughs, but it is quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure as Fjord palms him like that. He's quick to fully harden under that touch, spurred on by desire and the delicious feeling of the fabric rubbing against him and leaving a little wet spot in the front. ]
Mm... you'd be surprised what you can get delivered if you stick the right amount of gold in someone's hands.
[ He says, looking so proud of himself before he gently tugs that beard a bit so that he can kiss Fjord again. His tail comes to gently curl around one green ankle, steadying himself. He wasn't sure if Fjord would be into it, but it seems he definitely was. ]
I own a lot of pretty things, Fjord. Sometimes I like looking extra special.
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Instead he returns the emotions in the way he kisses back, sweet but heated at the same time. Longing and happy at the same time. It's an odd mix with the seawater entering their lungs, but somehow it works. Just a little saltier than usual.
Very Fjordcore.
Maybe down here he didn't need to be afraid where this was taking them. Maybe he could allow himself some weakness without that bitter feeling of knowing he'll screw it up. ]
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Fjord parts their lips to grin at him, sunshine glinting in red eyes brighter than any of the reef's flowers. His heart does a funny lurch that has nothing to do with the tide.
You're beautiful, he mouths, because he can't be hit properly down here and enjoys watching Molly get flustered by direct compliments. ]
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He smiles back as their lips are parted, and oh, fuck - there it is again, something warm in his chest that has nothing to do with desire. He really had to talk to Yasha about this.
Red eyes illuminated by the glowing earring take in the words Fjord mouths to him and Molly leans his forehead against a green chest in the useless attempt to hide the slightly purple color on his cheeks. Many, many people has called him beautiful in many ways, but not like this. Not down in the ocean, obviously, but also not so sincerely said by a friend he cares about a little too much.
I want you, he mouths back, and maybe he means that in more ways than one. ]
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Not sadly, in fact, because he gets to take a dripping wet Mollymauk home and ogle him all along the way.
Up, he says, I want you too.
He gets to hide his blush by swimming for the surface. ]
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Something far more difficult above the water, it seems, as the waves keep tossing him around.
Blue catches his attention and he can see Jester on the beach, waving at them both with the rest of the Nein exploring the shallows or sitting on the beach.
Once Molly finds his feet on the sand, he walks out of the water to Jester's wolf-whistle, and gives her a show of combing his fingers through his wet hair with a wink before he picks up his dress. Saltwater runs in little lines down his body, following the muscles of his back and pooling slightly at the scars on his neck. The plum hair is darker when wet, but immediately seems to want to return to those loose curls when no longer plastered to his skin. ]
Alright, I think I've had enough water for the day.
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As everyone gets their shit together, he holds out a hand for Molly once they're both reasonably dressed. He waits for Molly to meet his eyes, a soft look in them reserved just for him, remembering the I want you. It's dangerously sappy.
Fjord doesn't care. ]
With me, violet.
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...not when Fjord is waiting for him with that look on his face and those pretty eyes all soft for him. Happiness jumps over fear this time and he slides over to take Fjord's arm again. ]
Come to my room after dinner and the performance. I... you don't have to stay, but... yeah.
[ There's that 11 charisma. ]
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I'll come to you.
[ It's a good feeling. Wholesome, he would say, if that didn't sound stupid even in his own head. It's completely new to be with a lover like this and he's starting to think he's been deprived, knowing things were very different with the others in his past, but still ... Having Molly on his arm, who is clever and flighty enough to leave whenever he wants yet remains right there, makes Fjord feel ten feet tall.
He reaches into a soggy pocket and pulls out the lilac-mottled shell he found at the bottom of the reef, offering it up. It's small, something he only noticed because it reminded him of Molly in hue. ]
I know you've bought a lot of nicer things today for yourself and everyone else. This is from me to you. Only if you like it.
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Of course Molly's good armcandy on any arm, but he feels... nice? Like it's safe. Easy. There was no need to flutter off right now when the best was right here. Beside him.
(Fuck, he's so doomed.)
When Fjord presents the little purple shell Molly's heart thumps weirdly in his chest again. Sure, it was just a shell, but it was... fuck, it was a lot. Something simple yet so thoughtful. Fjord saw it and it meant something to him rather than just a purple shell.
(He really is doomed.) ]
It's... it's lovely, Fjord. Thank you.
[ He takes it between his fingers, turning it over a bit with a very gentle smile on his lips. Almost fragile, as if he's trying to let his guard down and just... allow this all to happen. ]
I'll add it to my horns later. Now I'm excited for dinner.
[ Even if he has to walk barefoot home. ]
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Fjord lets the happy mood carry him through all of it. When everyone disappears back to their respective rooms to get changed he catches Molly by the wrist and steals a quick peck on the lips. ]
Thanks for today.
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Stopped by Fjord, he smiles at the half-orc and mets those lips for another kiss. ]
Thank you. I believe I love the ocean now.
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[ He absconds without another word, off to hide in his room where he can mull over the stupidity of not just saying beautiful. ]
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[ At Fjord's awkward compliment on his dress, Molly's smile widens more and he gives his hips a teasing sway as he walks into his room, definitely pleased.
A while later he's washed, dressed and the previously salt-drenched hair turned into lovely curls instead. He's wearing the little shell on one horn, taking the place where his moon charm used to be and nicely fastened with some chain and wire. It's delicate, but he'll find someone later to cover it in glass or resin to keep it safe from the times he bites the ground in battle.
Hungry for both food and the show, Molly hurries down the stairs, still shoeless but with his necklaces on to accent his deep cleavage and just be a little fancier in these surroundings. Fashionably late, just a few moments before dinner is served, he slides into an open seat with an excited look. ]
What are we having?
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He pipes up so as not to be caught staring, the weight of Yasha's gaze on him with Molly's arrival. ]
Plantain cups, [ sweet and savoury plantains stuffed with meat and rice, ] snakelock noodles, [ nodding to the bowls of sea anemone tendrils covered in honey, both fried and battered, ] aaand honeyflame bread for dessert but it isn't out yet.
[ He helps himself to the noodles around Veth, using his greater height to steal a big bowl. ]
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All in all it's a very Mighty Nein dinner, and Molly feels... well. He feels better. Like this was all more real and connected rather than the weird distance he had felt before. Red eyes glances over at Fjord, and for a moment he wonders.
Then Veth steals the last noodles from his plate and he leans over both Beau and Yasha to noogie her as hard as possible. Which, of course, sets her little boy off into a tirade of his momma never stealing anything as Veth grins and hands him the stolen noodles.
At least the chaos settles down once Marion enters and sings for them. Molly wiggles back to his seat and uses his favorite barbarian as a pillow while they watch this mesmerizing woman put them all under a spell without any magic at all.
It's perfect. ]
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At one point Fjord looks up to find Molly staring but is distracted by Beau slapping him on the cheek with a half-eaten plantain before he can respond.
When Marion takes to the stage he hears Jester sigh happily and pats her on the shoulder, soon with an armful of blueberry tiefling as she settles in contentedly to watch her mother. The room is silent as Marion's beautiful voice quavers inside Fjord's bones, feeling the music rather than just hearing it, and he has to bite his lip not to laugh when he sees Beau glancing suspiciously overhead, knowing exactly what she's looking for. He rests his chin on Jester's head, avoiding a vicious little horn on autopilot, and lets his heavy eyelids drift lower as the Ruby of the Sea starts her second song, softer and slower like the ocean after a storm. ]
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He's so full of everything right now, and the way Marion sings is like balm over his worries. Yasha had taken away the wine after he had three cups, but he was still picking little pieces of the honeyflame bread dessert to pop in his mouth now and then as the singing lulls him into a perfectly pliant and relaxed state.
Once the song ends and Marion bows, he cheers loudly and claps his hands before he forces himself to get off Yasha and stand. Veth hurries off to get Luc into bed, Yeza following along with such a fond smile on his face that Molly hopes Veth treats that angelicly patient man well.
Beau seems to want to hang by the bar, Jester hurries up after her mom, Caduceus bids everyone goodnight with one of those smiles of his before he heads for his room, Caleb following as he starts to dig out his quill again from his many pockets.
It leaves Molly, Yasha and Fjord in the Chateau's main room, and as he's about to slide up next to the half-orc, the aasimar stops him for a moment and whispers something in his ear, before she also heads up towards the room. She stops briefly next to Fjord. "..be patient with him." She says, disappearing upstairs. ]
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He steals some of the leftover bread, munching for something to do. Aside from being patient, which he's sure he usually is. Isn't he? Hmm. ]
Having a good night?
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Wonderful. One of the best ones in a long time. It was nice... to see everyone having fun.
[ Getting a bit of a hold on himself (dammit, Yasha!) he puts the bottle down with a sigh before he moves closer. Molly reaches to wrap his arms around Fjord, leaning in and trying to coax a kiss from those lovely lips. ]
Take me to bed, Fjord. Let me show you how good of a day I've had.
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Oh, yes. Okay.
[ Pleasantly surprised not to have to ask, he rises from the table and slips a hand into Molly's to lead him out. His stomach shouldn't feel so light and fluttery after that much food but it does, ears burning a darker green as he passes a restless thumb over purple knuckles. ]
Your room or mine?
[ Not that it matters to him, it might to Molly. Fjord just focuses on holding his hand and not tripping on his face up the stairs. ]
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[ He decides, rebuilding his panache after Yasha's whisper. The eagerness of Fjord is helpful as well, and Molly's both soothed and excited by that thumb over his knuckles. A simple gesture but so soft that it makes his heart flip yet again.
They get up the stairs and to his room without any problems, and Molly grins at the half-orc as soon as they are inside. Crashing into those arms, he kisses the other man with a hunger that is nothing like the one one he had for noodles earlier. He's wanted this all day, like an addiction that only became worse with every tease, with every look. The sparring, the underwater makeout... Molly wants so strongly that it is all he can think about even through the near food coma and the mild drunkenness. ]
Undress me, darling. See what I have for you.
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He only glances down when the heated kissing parts for a much-needed breath, heartbeat drumming in his ears and hands skimming down Molly's arms as Fjord gladly takes in the sight of him. ]
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When they break apart for a moment, Mollymauk looks awfully pleased with himself as Fjord takes him in. All those tattoos are on display on his skin, but the bright colors are joined with what looks like very lovely lace panties. Thin and delicate and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination since the poor fabric is already tenting a bit. ]
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When did you buy these?
[ He was so sure he kept an eye on him today ... mostly. But which shops even sold those! Impossible to figure that out when he can't stop his fingers sliding over the lace and palming the outline of a cock, stroking the thin fabric along Molly's shaft to fire him up. He looks absolutely edible and Fjord is offended. ]
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Mm... you'd be surprised what you can get delivered if you stick the right amount of gold in someone's hands.
[ He says, looking so proud of himself before he gently tugs that beard a bit so that he can kiss Fjord again. His tail comes to gently curl around one green ankle, steadying himself. He wasn't sure if Fjord would be into it, but it seems he definitely was. ]
I own a lot of pretty things, Fjord. Sometimes I like looking extra special.
[ For someone special. ]
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