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it's new to both of us, so gotta lern togedder.

it was kinda dumb but cute. she's grate. i tink she likes you a lot

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i care very much for you
more than anyone else i may lie with

i want you to know that

i feel the same
and i will keep coming home to you
I wanna slep in you're arms

[ "slep" makes him laugh. Poor Molly, reading and writing and suffering all this time! Spirits buoyed, Fjord takes pity on him and switches to audio. ]

When I come home, may I kiss you?

[ He will read and write for all eternity if it means they can talk about this - but Fjord takes pity on him and the voice he hears makes his heart flutter. ]

Hi. I want that.

[ Hearing Molly all stilted and uncool makes him chuckle, feeling like his brain has melted and he has no idea how to navigate except with his heart. ]

Hi. Okay.

[ There's a pleased smile in his voice ... he didn't actually think this call through, oops. ]

Sooo ... you like me?

[ Can't resist teasing him, it's their old safety-net. ]

[ They're such idiots.

Molly chuckles, so stupidly fond and nervous in one, and the joke helps a lot with his uncertainty. ]

Seems like I do. What a surprise.

[ It's a comfortable, well-known safety-net and it makes things both easier and more real at the same time. ]

[ Such a relief not to be the one one who feels inexperienced here. Navigating real emotions. ]

You're going to like me even more when you see what I'm bringing home for your baths.

[ Mysterious!! ]

[ It's super new but Molly wants it, and not just because it's a new experience. It's less scary and intimidating to know that Fjord doesn't ask exclusivity from him.

Just in the feelings.

He perks up even more when the half-orc mentions something about his favorite vice. ]

Oh? What did you find?

[ He hopes this doesn't come off cheesy; it seemed like a logical thing to pick up when it crossed his mind. ]

Some of the plants on the island didn't want to be picked and smelled suspicious, so I've sorted through the dangerous ones and gathered a few flowers for you to add to your bath. I know you like that sort of thing.

[ Fjord fought the vegetation for Molly. ]

[ It is cheesy, but that's why it works. It's just so Fjord. ]

Really? You got flowers for me?

[ Braving the damn vegetation, hopefully without getting sodomized by vines? For him. ]

That's.. thank you.

No problem! Barely took any time at all.

[ He has whip-scratch marks on his nose from one very aggressive tree that didn't want to give up its blooms. Molly can see those when Fjord returns, since the red stands out against his green skin so brightly. For now? Not gonna mention them! ]

I, ah. I'll be back soon. Was there anything you needed while I'm out? [ Also ... ] Is Caleb in?

[ He's going to kiss those scratches! Silly fool. ]

No, I'm good. Caleb went to either talk to someone who also speak Zemnian, or for some kind of cake with someone else. He's making friends.

That's nice. [ Yay for Caleb, also yay for kisses that can happen. ] I'll be back soon!

[ Within the hour, in fact! Fjord has a few stray leaves in his hair as he enters the house with a call to announce himself, dumping the bag of holding on the couch. He starts pulling out the sunset-coloured flowers, a few crushed but most of them in alright condition. ]

I'm back!

[ Molly's stupidly excited for Fjord to come home, and as soon as he hears the door he's hurrying downstairs.

Seeing the flowers, his face lights up with joy. ]

Oh.

Hi! These are for you ...

[ He brings an armful of the flowers over, the rest spilling off the couch and onto the floor in a fiery river. He can't seem to stop smiling either, liking coming home to a warm reception. ]

I didn't know which you might like the scent of most so I took a bunch of each one I found. Except for this one ...

[ Reaching into the back of his belt, he pulls out a flower with the stem still attached, purple with splatters of red at the tips, and holds it up. ]

I couldn't get close enough to take more than one of these.

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[ Molly beams at all the flowers, feeling all spoiled and surprised by colors and beauty. All around him, with Fjord like their pretty green stem.

Looking back up from this sea of pretty flowers, he then glances up to see the purple one. ]

Oh...

[ Smiling, he reaches for it and puts it by a horn - and then he pulls Fjord close for a kiss. ]

[ Fjord's happy to let all the flowers spill between them as he wraps his arms around Molly and draws him in for the kiss he's been thinking about all day, a soft noise of mingled relief and contentment humming in the back of his throat. He boldly licks his way past those familiar lips and goes for a deeper taste, hands curling around Molly's hips.

It's still thrillingly new and exciting, making his breath catch. With Caleb knowing of them it also feels like they're not doing anything wrong anymore, or at least that Fjord can relax now one of their friends has no problem with it. ]

[ One first kiss with known feelings behind it and Molly's addicted. It was just as good as their other kisses but it meant so much more, now.

Like Fjord, it feels like it doesn't have to be hidden any more.

He follows the deepening of the kiss, slipping his tongue over lips and begging entrance, hands cupping bearded cheeks and traveling to around his neck and into his hair as he presses close. ]

[ His skin might be vibrating off his body everywhere Molly touches him, tingling from head to toe as a hand slips into his hair and sends shivers down the back of his neck where it rests. He walks forward to find the nearest wall so that he can lean in without worrying about them toppling over because he wants to run his hands up Molly's body from hip to shoulder and back again, smoothing over the shape of him, learning it. Fjord knows Molly is lean and powerful but it's nice to explore and gather up his shirt, sneaking a caress up the hot line of his spine.

I missed you, Fjord says without words, smiling when he parts the wet press of their lips to take a breath. ]

[ The wall is a nice idea, because Molly's pretty sure all of this is making him dizzy, heart throbbing in his chest. Fjord's a lot bigger than he used to be, shoulders wider and quite easy to hold as they kiss on the edge of sweet and hungry.

The touch to his spine has him purring, adoring the way those fingers trail over his skin. Exploring. Wanting to know rather than looking away with embarrassment.

Molly sighs happily into another kiss. Yeah, he likes this a lot. ]

[ Halfway through a kiss that has his spine melting and his claws rasping down Molly's back, he exhales unsteadily and tips his head back because damn, his head is starting to spin and it's getting difficult to think, gasping down air. He should say something, shouldn't he? But what is language anymore? All Fjord processes is the warmth of Molly in his arms and how eagerly he's responding, scooped up and willing.

It takes a mental overhaul of legend for him to figure out how words work long enough to say, ]

Shall we sit down?

[ Chairs exist, somewhere. Maybe. ]

[ Molly blinks a bit, and then smiles into their sweet kiss. Concentrating on anything other than this takes a lot of effort, but he manages to crane his neck a bit to the side. ]

Yeah. Let's sit.

[ That somewhat broken fainting couch is the closest one, and he's more than excited to sit in Fjord's lap and continue this flow of emotions and happiness between them that is just amazing. ]

[ The couch creaks in protest as he drops down, tossing his cloak who the fucks knows where in the process. Glad he forewent his armour because now he can feel Molly crawling onto his lap through nothing but his long tunic and leather pants, face burning with a blush that still doesn't stop him from experimentally running his hands up Molly's thighs with a squeeze; he makes eye-contact and looks up as the caresses roam around the swell of a pert ass, kneading to drag Molly closer, unable to look away from those red eyes.

Fjord should be shyer about being half-mast just from some heated kissing but he's been ruminating about this for days, thinking about doing more than cuddling at bedtime. He arches his hips up to try and grind between those splayed legs, desperate for more friction. ]

Get down here.

[ That rough, gravelly voice can't be his. ]

[ Molly sighs sweetly as he's groped and pulled closer, settling into Fjord's lap like it was made for him and feeling the brush of just how affected the half-orc is from their longing kisses. He's not far behind, either, leggings tented as hands dive under that tunic to feel that lovely chest - to drag claws over dark chest hair and marvel at the fact that they're doing this.

Red eyes meet gold and there's so much on his features - arousal, happiness, a little bit of nervousness in the middle of it all that he's never felt before.

The grind together knocks the air out of Molly's lungs and all he can do is gasp and bury his moan against a green neck. ]

Fjord...

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