[ Buried under a toasty body for the duration of their nap, it's not surprising for him to wake up with a hard-on when he feels kisses melting over his neck, steadily reacting to Molly in his sleep. He groans at the sensations that make his afternoon wood ache and without opening his eyes his hands gravitate to Molly's hips, circling their way over his skin in a lazy exploration. One of Fjord's sword-calloused palms drifts up to cover a pec and squeeze, thumb brushing around a nipple, and he sighs as he starts to wake up.
The sleepy rumbling in his chest passes for a happy hum. ]
What time s'it?
[ Late enough that when he squints at the room his dark-vision is in full effect, he can tell that much. ]
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The sleepy rumbling in his chest passes for a happy hum. ]
What time s'it?
[ Late enough that when he squints at the room his dark-vision is in full effect, he can tell that much. ]