[ Caleb's kisses are all so honest and impetuous, Fjord understands them completely as he leans into each brief, earnest peck.
For a moment after Caleb takes his seat he dithers on the spot, not really having a solid plan of action beyond a vague idea of asking Caleb and then the conclusion, but he thinks he has an idea or two up his sleeve ... or out of it.
His arms cross as he finds the hem of the simple cotton shirt to tug it up and over his head, revealing himself for Caleb's benefit. The lighter green that dapples the centre of his chest is covered in black hair smattered in scars from various battles that Caleb will surely remember a few of, but the most prominent is the matching scar to Molly's in the middle of a breastbone, a paler green between heavy pecs. The slicing mark of the Falchion matches the scar between his shoulder-blades, the latter hidden for now as he steps forward after a moment's pause to drop his shirt.
He keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he widens his stance and sinks down on his friend's lap, arms coming to rest naturally on Caleb's shoulders. Maybe Fjord is a little too big for this, he thinks, in the next moment not caring at all about appearances when he gets a thrill from being planted squarely in Caleb's lap for his attention, enjoying how much of the wizard's space he commands. ]
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For a moment after Caleb takes his seat he dithers on the spot, not really having a solid plan of action beyond a vague idea of asking Caleb and then the conclusion, but he thinks he has an idea or two up his sleeve ... or out of it.
His arms cross as he finds the hem of the simple cotton shirt to tug it up and over his head, revealing himself for Caleb's benefit. The lighter green that dapples the centre of his chest is covered in black hair smattered in scars from various battles that Caleb will surely remember a few of, but the most prominent is the matching scar to Molly's in the middle of a breastbone, a paler green between heavy pecs. The slicing mark of the Falchion matches the scar between his shoulder-blades, the latter hidden for now as he steps forward after a moment's pause to drop his shirt.
He keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he widens his stance and sinks down on his friend's lap, arms coming to rest naturally on Caleb's shoulders. Maybe Fjord is a little too big for this, he thinks, in the next moment not caring at all about appearances when he gets a thrill from being planted squarely in Caleb's lap for his attention, enjoying how much of the wizard's space he commands. ]
Warm me up?