[ The kiss helps him relax, shoulders sagging. He hums into the warm press of those lips and noses at Molly's cheek, breathing steadying out the longer that goes on. ]

I like it, the way we ... the way we fit together. [ His face feels hot admitting that. ] Can we stay like this a while? Just ...

[ Trying to use actions instead of flawed words, he leans away to sink down beside Molly and slide a leg over the tiefling's, arms still around him. Less overtly sexual but still cosy. Fjord runs a hand up into soft wavy hair, gathering it at a nape. His gaze lingers on the middle-distance between them, seeing other experiences. ]

I don't want to forget it's you, not even for a second to ... you know.

[ Get off. ]