[ Easing the tension with jokes and deflecting from the subject in one such idea.
When the half-orc cuddles up to him, Molly eagerly holds Fjord where they sit, drawing and giving strength from their embrace and just trying to digest all of this. A moment later, he's placing a kiss to that scarred brow. ]
All of this came back to you after... do you even remember walking into the water?
[ With his cheek mushed against Molly's front, he shakes his head. Frowns across the room. ]
Shit, no. I don't remember getting up or leaving here. Except ... there was a light in the water, I think? And then ... I woke up in the hospital with you.
[ He thinks about it for a moment, how the Augur may be manipulating him and cruelly taunting them with a future fucked up beyond the telling, giving and taking memories and powers as they please. The only good thing out of all of this, of course, is in his arms. ]
Let me take a look at you.
[ He gives him a decisive push backwards to the bed, fully intending on crawling on top of Molly. ]
[ Molly frowns at that, trying to figure out what it means - but then Fjord is pushing him back into the bed. He wiggles a bit to make room and then looks up at the half-orc when the man joins him to take a very close look.
(He can count Fjord's eyelashes.)
I want to see you, not him.
He can't help screwing up his face at that and just making the worst, least dignified expression he can think of. Because Mollymauk Tealeaf is always happy to make a fool of himself, and he severely doubts Lucien is. ]
[ He sits on his haunches either side of Molly's thighs, leaning down to put their foreheads together as Molly pulls faces. Molly's so open and playful that it gets harder and harder to equate him with the lethal murderer who dispatched de Rogna without a fuss, there's no trace of the cool and collected man who ...
Oh. Fjord looks delighted as he remembers, ]
Seems legit. Your accent's different to his, after all.
[ They're intimate to an obscene degree right now, foreheads together and joking like idiots. Not something he would ever expect from manly-man Fjord.
Molly loves it.
It feels like they've grown so much closer in just this month here, and it's hard to tell if it's because of them being alone and depending on eachother on a weird sex island or what would always happen if he had stayed with them.
...then Fjord delivers that and he breaks into a laugh. ]
[ If he was being honest with himself, he isn't thinking. He's doing. Acting on impulse. Right now, he wants to keep Molly to himself and soak up the friend he's been missing, gutted that he had been supplanted by such a cold and distant stranger. When he gets his tusks poked he sees nothing of Lucien in the man beneath him and no air of caution drifts across the back of his neck.
He tosses his hair for show, acting smug. ]
I know, they're pretty great. Also useful, many a tiefling has been gored to date.
[ And he's going to pretend to go after that hand again with gnashing teeth, if Molly doesn't pull it back. ]
[ Planting his hands beside Molly on the bed, he leans down to arch a brow at the accusation. They are close, it hits him then that although he's on his hands and knees and not directly touching him, he's stretched out over the length of Molly's body, able to feel the subtle heat that always emanates into the tiefling's clothes. It reminds him of how they sleep, pressed close and toasty to ward off the chill from the broken window ... but that's a safety thing, sharing the same sleeping space. Fjord doesn't make a habit of getting up in Molly's personal bubble on a daily basis otherwise; it reminds him of the time Molly did it to him, back when they had first met.
The power was inside you all along.
So, once Fjord is in position to tease him, he forgets what he was going to say and ends up looking into those red eyes close enough to see the ghosts of pupils, content to stay there. ]
[ Molly meets those pretty cat-like eyes and all of this suddenly feels so much more... everything. Unable to stop himself, he cups his hand at the bearded cheek and leans up for a kiss.
They've kissed before, it was sweet and friendly and... not as deep as he's subconsciously going for now. ]
[ Fjord knows what it feels like to have a snake writhing all around you, now he knows that feeling from the inside-out as he loses all sense of gravity except for where Molly's mouth captures him, a soft noise of surprise muffling into the kiss that his subconscious wanted. There's a lightning-crackle thrill along the back of his neck that makes the hairs there stand on end as he slides his tongue along a hot twin and thinks this is how he tastes, sinking down onto his elbows as he chases a better angle.
He wants to run away and hide, also never end the kiss that is fun, in a weird way, to navigate, sharp teeth and tusks making it a learning experience as much as it is ... whatever else ... that it is. Then he cracks open an eye and thinks, not Lucien, and slides a hand up between a horn and a cheek to mirror the hold Molly has on him, relief and affection mingling together.
If they have to stop kissing then they will have to talk about the kissing, and he doesn't know what to do with that. ]
[ Fjord is everywhere, body covering him, kisses marrying their different teeth eaier than he though - and a presence in a way that's knocking the air from Molly's lungs. It's Fjord.
This should be a bad idea, something done when drunk or high and not when he's perfectly sober. I means it means things.
It feels so good, though. Like a promise that they're okay and alive and he's not Lucien and Fjord's not gone.
His free hand slides into the half-orc's hair, slipping is fingers through it as they kiss with half-lidded eyes and a smile.
[ They are casually making out in bed. On the bed. Important distinction, he files that away for later. What does it mean? What does anything mean on this island? Oh, there's a hand in his hair ... that's nice.
A little too nice as a shudder runs down his spine and he lowers his hips. ]
S-Sorry.
[ The kiss parts as he lifts his body off Molly, entrenched on his elbows over him. He looks flushed with a dark green blush and his cat-eyes are fully round pupils, drinking down the sight of Molly beneath him. It's strange. And good. Strange-good? Oh, no. He's paused for too long. ]
[ Molly opens his eyes fully when Fjord pulls away, and his smile softens to a searching look instead. Did they cross a line badly or just naturally? ]
Hey. Don't apologize, it's alright. It was nice.
[ He gently guides Fjord's head down a bit so they can touch foreheads again. ]
It feels good. To know, I mean. That we're... close.
[ There's no real panic there, just a deep curiosity and an unwillingness to move away. He finds one of Molly's hands and threads their fingers together, pressing it back into the pillows, keeping their foreheads together as he makes the executive decision (for better or worse, that's a call for later) to get his legs between the tiefling's and let his weight sink, more comfortably laid out with Molly's thighs bracketing his hips. Now that's intimate, at least for them. Who knows what Molly does with other people? Fjord idly assumes rampant sex.
But Fjord doesn't want that, he likes this, the way he can feel Molly moulded to his shape and gathered up beneath him, soft with kisses and heavy-lidded eyes. He likes that he can feel him breathing. ]
You should probably kiss someone you care about, once in a while.
[ By way of a demonstration his smile melts into a kiss that lingers, letting their lips brush. ]
[ To be fair he cares about most of the people he kisses, but it didn't hold a speck to how much Fjord and the Nein means to him. Especially Fjord. The way the larger man sinks down further, to slot himself perfectly against him... Molly can't hold back a soft sigh.
He's not sure if it's sexual or emotional or both.
Molly melts further into that kiss, tail wrapping around the half-orc's waist. ]
[ The tail makes him glance down, having forgotten about it, and he snorts a smile as he nuzzles his way along a jaw to find the right angle for kissing the curve of a peacock-inked neck, forehead nudging a horn. Some quiet corner of his mind wants to know What am I even doing, ensconced with Molly in a compromising position, while the other half of his head is purring happily at getting up close and personal, fingers flexing where he holds down that hand.
Lips skate idly over the swirling teal patterns, a nip meeting a red eye tattoo. Grr. ]
[ Molly gives another content, happy sound and he also starts purring in comfort and joy as Fjord keeps kissing him, wandering over the colorful tattoos. He keeps running his fingers through that dark hair, afraid to let them wander anywhere else and have his friend panic and pull away.
They should, but he just feels so good. Happy, even.
At the nip of the neck eye, Molly laughs with joy. ]
[ The laugh makes him smile, looking up as he brushes Molly's hair behind his horns. Most of Fjord lies atop the tiefling but his hips remain canted away because he isn't sure how forward they want to be. If that's even a consideration Molly is having; Fjord is thinking far too much and not at all in the same breath. The hands in his hair are so nice ... ]
I don't know what I'm doing.
[ It comes out chagrined and self-conscious, tracing the curve of a horn with an idle finger. ]
That's fine... I don't know what I'm doing, either. I just... I like this.
[ He nuzzles his face against the half-orc, begging another small kiss. He's definitely not unaffected by all of this, even if he's uncertain if he should hide the hint of boner.
Molly sighs softly, stroking his friend's cheek and letting his hand wander to a pointed ear. ]
[ He's all prepped to say something similarly supportive but the touch to his ear, sensitive and erogenous, evokes a shudder that buckles his hips down as Fjord sucks in a breath. It's accidental and reflexive. Unplanned. Just like the automatic grind to get closer which moments later stutters again as he tries to angle his far too hard cock away from Molly's body. ]
Shit, sorry.
[ If asked, he won't even know why he's apologising; because he didn't mean to do it or didn't ask if it was okay? He just looks embarrassed from being so worked up. ]
[ That push down makes the tiefling's happy purrs turn into a moan, feeling how hard Fjord is against him. He wants, and Molly's never good at resisting desires, rocking back immediately.
He stops as soon as Fjord curses and apologizes like that, chuckling slightly before he shakes his head. ]
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[ Easing the tension with jokes and deflecting from the subject in one such idea.
When the half-orc cuddles up to him, Molly eagerly holds Fjord where they sit, drawing and giving strength from their embrace and just trying to digest all of this. A moment later, he's placing a kiss to that scarred brow. ]
All of this came back to you after... do you even remember walking into the water?
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Shit, no. I don't remember getting up or leaving here. Except ... there was a light in the water, I think? And then ... I woke up in the hospital with you.
[ He thinks about it for a moment, how the Augur may be manipulating him and cruelly taunting them with a future fucked up beyond the telling, giving and taking memories and powers as they please. The only good thing out of all of this, of course, is in his arms. ]
Let me take a look at you.
[ He gives him a decisive push backwards to the bed, fully intending on crawling on top of Molly. ]
I want to see you, not him.
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(He can count Fjord's eyelashes.)
I want to see you, not him.
He can't help screwing up his face at that and just making the worst, least dignified expression he can think of. Because Mollymauk Tealeaf is always happy to make a fool of himself, and he severely doubts Lucien is. ]
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Oh. Fjord looks delighted as he remembers, ]
Seems legit. Your accent's different to his, after all.
[ Revenge!! ]
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Molly loves it.
It feels like they've grown so much closer in just this month here, and it's hard to tell if it's because of them being alone and depending on eachother on a weird sex island or what would always happen if he had stayed with them.
...then Fjord delivers that and he breaks into a laugh. ]
Really?
That is hilarious, and ironic.
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Hallo, my name's Loociuun. Watch where yur steppin' there! Gonna be stealin' this big ol' stone now.
[ His high-pitched Lucien accent is flawless, okay. Flawless. ]
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It certainly sounds flawless to Molly! ]
Perfect. I love it.
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If you ever act creepy, I'm biting these eyes off you. For your own good.
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Other than the fact that Fjord is a doofus, of course. ]
Duly noted.
[ He gives one of those tusks a small poke. ]
You look so good with these.
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He tosses his hair for show, acting smug. ]
I know, they're pretty great. Also useful, many a tiefling has been gored to date.
[ And he's going to pretend to go after that hand again with gnashing teeth, if Molly doesn't pull it back. ]
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So you're a tiefling murderer now?
[ He wiggles his hand teasingly and then pulls it back before those tusks can get near it. ]
I think you might be lying.
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The power was inside you all along.
So, once Fjord is in position to tease him, he forgets what he was going to say and ends up looking into those red eyes close enough to see the ghosts of pupils, content to stay there. ]
Maybe I just ... get them where I want them.
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They've kissed before, it was sweet and friendly and... not as deep as he's subconsciously going for now. ]
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He wants to run away and hide, also never end the kiss that is fun, in a weird way, to navigate, sharp teeth and tusks making it a learning experience as much as it is ... whatever else ... that it is. Then he cracks open an eye and thinks, not Lucien, and slides a hand up between a horn and a cheek to mirror the hold Molly has on him, relief and affection mingling together.
If they have to stop kissing then they will have to talk about the kissing, and he doesn't know what to do with that. ]
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This should be a bad idea, something done when drunk or high and not when he's perfectly sober. I means it means things.
It feels so good, though. Like a promise that they're okay and alive and he's not Lucien and Fjord's not gone.
His free hand slides into the half-orc's hair, slipping is fingers through it as they kiss with half-lidded eyes and a smile.
They can talk later. ]
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A little too nice as a shudder runs down his spine and he lowers his hips. ]
S-Sorry.
[ The kiss parts as he lifts his body off Molly, entrenched on his elbows over him. He looks flushed with a dark green blush and his cat-eyes are fully round pupils, drinking down the sight of Molly beneath him. It's strange. And good. Strange-good? Oh, no. He's paused for too long. ]
I, uh ...
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Hey. Don't apologize, it's alright. It was nice.
[ He gently guides Fjord's head down a bit so they can touch foreheads again. ]
It feels good. To know, I mean. That we're... close.
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But Fjord doesn't want that, he likes this, the way he can feel Molly moulded to his shape and gathered up beneath him, soft with kisses and heavy-lidded eyes. He likes that he can feel him breathing. ]
You should probably kiss someone you care about, once in a while.
[ By way of a demonstration his smile melts into a kiss that lingers, letting their lips brush. ]
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He's not sure if it's sexual or emotional or both.
Molly melts further into that kiss, tail wrapping around the half-orc's waist. ]
I'd kiss you anytime.
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[ The tail makes him glance down, having forgotten about it, and he snorts a smile as he nuzzles his way along a jaw to find the right angle for kissing the curve of a peacock-inked neck, forehead nudging a horn. Some quiet corner of his mind wants to know What am I even doing, ensconced with Molly in a compromising position, while the other half of his head is purring happily at getting up close and personal, fingers flexing where he holds down that hand.
Lips skate idly over the swirling teal patterns, a nip meeting a red eye tattoo. Grr. ]
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They should, but he just feels so good. Happy, even.
At the nip of the neck eye, Molly laughs with joy. ]
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I don't know what I'm doing.
[ It comes out chagrined and self-conscious, tracing the curve of a horn with an idle finger. ]
What are you thinking?
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[ He nuzzles his face against the half-orc, begging another small kiss. He's definitely not unaffected by all of this, even if he's uncertain if he should hide the hint of boner.
Molly sighs softly, stroking his friend's cheek and letting his hand wander to a pointed ear. ]
I'm not thinking at all. Just feeling things.
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[ He's all prepped to say something similarly supportive but the touch to his ear, sensitive and erogenous, evokes a shudder that buckles his hips down as Fjord sucks in a breath. It's accidental and reflexive. Unplanned. Just like the automatic grind to get closer which moments later stutters again as he tries to angle his far too hard cock away from Molly's body. ]
Shit, sorry.
[ If asked, he won't even know why he's apologising; because he didn't mean to do it or didn't ask if it was okay? He just looks embarrassed from being so worked up. ]
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He stops as soon as Fjord curses and apologizes like that, chuckling slightly before he shakes his head. ]
It's okay.
[ He says, low and soft. ]
This feels nice, too.
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