[ Fjord happens to be tidying the wardrobe (as is needed once a week if he doesn't want to break his neck on the growing pile of clothes Molly discards at his leisure) when the door swings open and a lavender blob hurls itself happily at the furry bedcover. Hands on his hips as he shakes his head, he walks over and perches on the edge with a curious look when Molly squeaks in something other than pleasure. ]
Wore yourself out today, did you?
[ There are reddish marks on Molly's skin, like ... incoming bruises? Fjord frowns, wondering if someone hurt him. ]
[ He rolls over at that, looking at Fjord with a slightly weak smile. Brushing his curls from his hair, there's bruises galore on his arms - darker purple-red spots, almost wholly black in places, and spreading all the way down over his half-exposed body. He's not keeping up well with his sparring partners, not that he's about to admit that. ]
I sure did. You should see the other guy.
[ Molly rolls his shoulders a bit, trying to just enjoy the silky fur and the moment of respite. ]
I´m going to need a shower before you want to touch me.
[ He knows Molly has some wild partners, people Fjord can't fathom why he finds attractive, but when he leans closer and sees the shadows through the tattoos he slides a hand into Molly's hair and tries to stop him rolling around, wanting him to look up. ]
Who did this to you? You look like you fell off a wagon, several times.
[ He stills as Fjord's fingers slide into his hair, and he looks up at his boyfriend. It looks like he even as a bruise on the side of his head, near his temple - quite self-afflicted when he slipped into a fence post at the latter end of the day. ]
That fancy human... Percival? Vax's friend. Then a couple of other people. It's been busy, everything hurts.
[ He is dumb™ and hasn't quite figured out that Fjord thinks someone hurt him during sex. ]
[ The anger recedes like a tide on the shore, replaced by mullish regret when chastised (and a little relief to hear Molly isn't into that). ]
I'm sorry, it just ... looked bad. [ Trying to drag himself out of this hole, he opts for a new topic. ] So, sparring was a success? You found partners, then.
I'm sore all over, honestly. [ He pokes one on his biceps and winces. ] Sparring is a success, though. I think I'm starting to get back into form, but I am getting my ass handed to me a lot. I'm disgustingly rusty, and Vax's friend is way beyond me.
[ The tiefling turns and looks at his boyfriend, grabbing a hand to pull Fjord into bed with him. ]
Back to that other thing, though... how much do you think I sleep around? Last time I had sex with someone other than you was when we both played with Caleb. Outside the Nein or Aphrodite? Maybe a month or more. I don't spend my days fucking people.
[ He's about to mention that Percy seems to have a lot of weapons at his disposal that it would be wiser not to test at Molly's current skill-level, and is perhaps saved from that by something that proves entirely distracting. Failure on topic adjustment, apparently.
Fjord sighs, making a careless gesture. ]
I've always tried to avoid thinking about it, to be honest. I don't know how many people you have or haven't got in the wings, it's none of my business.
I'm honestly not sure what to think of that. Fjord, you already fuck me on the regular, I might enjoy calling myself a slut but that doesn't mean I'm spending every day under or inside someone. It's fairly rare, and you even know most of them.
[ He curls close, leaning his head against Fjord's chest. ]
Most of my days go to talking to people. Finding allies or friends... and now training.
[ Molly chuckles a bit, not sure if to be hurt or impressed by Fjord's idea of his number of sexual relations. Instead he just decides to take a moment to breathe in the half-orc's scent, running his fingers over Fjord's back. ]
Take a shower with me, okay? Then we can have fun on this lovely new fur.
[ He huffs and doesn't argue because he doesn't trust himself to find the right words, not on the heels of apparently fucking up already, so he nods and nuzzles a horn instead. ]
Let me clean you up, Molls. If you were a plum you'd be pulp by now.
[ Up they go! Tugtugtug on Molly's hands, gotta get off this bed. ]
[ There's a silly wink at that, wanting Fjord to know that he's not in trouble any more. ]
...well alright, since you ask so nicely.
[ Like he wasn't the one that suggested it in the first place! Either way, Molly gets up with his boyfriend's help and wriggles out of his leggings, showing even more bruises. He tosses the pants on the floor and then starts heading for the door, aiming to sneak into the bathroom in the nude. ]
[ Fjord eyes the bruises and makes mental notes of where to heal him later, quickly distracted by the naked tiefling dancing out of the room and across the landing to the bathroom. He locks the door behind them and undresses inside, coming up behind Molly to kiss the back of his neck and slide hands around his hips. ]
I could take the bruises away, you know. Holy man, and all.
[ Molly laughs as Fjord follows, and then watches him undress. Once the half-orc comes to hold him, he leans back and sighs happily. This was nice, and they weren't even in the shower yet. ]
It's not so bad, love. Save it for emergencies, I've had worse.
[ Taking one of those hands from his sides, he pulls it up to his lips for a kiss. ]
Since when do we have emergencies on this island? Aside from that blizzard.
[ Smooch. He turns on the spray to a hot setting that he can handle but which is probably tame as fuck for Molly, stepping under it to take out his bun and rake his hair back in a slick mat. ]
Do you think we'll get another of those? We're far better prepared to deal with one, this time.
[ It's not a yes or a no, more of a thoughful hum.
Molly joins him, curls flattening under the (fairly warm enough for him) water. He looks fond as Fjord starts getting his own hair free, and reaches up to run his fingers through it. ]
It's getting long. [ He says, an comment to the side before he goes back to the question. ]
...and I do not know. I sure as fuck do not hope so. I'm happy that we have a lot of people around now that can help... and more spells for you.
I think we'd enjoy a blizzard, this time. [ Lots of toasty friends to cuddle with. Anyway, ] Do you like it long?
[ Not that he would cultivate a look to be sexier to his boyfriend but yes, he absolutely would. He squirts some shampoo on Molly's head and starts working the sweat out of his hair, dirt from all his fights coming free in Fjord's gentle, large fingers rubbing around those horns. ]
[ As long as nobody was left outside, it could even be fun.
As Fjord starts cleaning his hair Molly absolutely melts at the feeling of those big hands rubbing his scalp and getting dirt and sweat away - together with a couple of soil clumps. He hit the ground a few times in a horse paddock, after all.
The rub around his horns even has him purring a bit, and it takes some immense willpower to pay attention. ]
...mmmhhmm... yeah. I like the little bun you have. [ It's somehow both cute and hot. ] Are you growing out the sides, too?
The undercut keeps me cool, I overheat. Lot of layers.
[ Fjord thoroughly shampoos and conditions Molly's hair with the fancy bottle slimes collected over the months, most of which he will deny using but has definitely sampled. He makes sure Molly smells nice and fruity before he froths up a sponge and starts working it over him too, some soothing vanilla he usually keeps for himself, and an arm curls around Molly's waist to let him relax as Fjord works him over one swirly rub at a time. Steam fills the shower and he kisses Molly's forehead on impulse. ]
Mm, I like that. Too bad Yasha isn't here, she could shave them.
[ A million reasons it's too bad she isn't here. Gods, Molly misses her.
However, apparently his boyfriend is currently trying to lure him into unconsciousness with all the sweet touches and nice smells. Molly's quickly lost in the feeling, wholly trusting Fjord to keep him safe and not slip in the shower as he's cleaned with such sweet care. The water is relaxing his aching body and the forehead kiss makes him smile so bright that it puts all his fangs on display.
Love was stupid, and he's a fool. ]
I did. Well... in a way. It was nice to move and fight again, but I am... very behind.
I like the sound of that. You have to show me your new moves now that you have your spells back.
[ He needs the push, needs the challenge. Maybe pushing himself enough will make it possible for him to unlock skills the body used to have and use them for his own. As much as he hates even the thought of his old self, Molly knows that at least Lucien is powerful.
He's pulled out of that thought when the sponge travels lower, and he smiles up at his lover. ]
Oh yes. I am awfully dirty.
[ Bruises and exhaustion aside, he wants to have fun. ]
[ Cooing in mock-disbelief, he drags the soft sponge all around a soft cock and under balls, making sure his wrist rubs the former each time he gets those bubbles into the creases of Molly's thighs. His back becomes Molly's brace again as Fjord settles his weight so they won't slip in the shower, and he nibbles his way up a neck while expertly avoiding a horn. ]
Never ...
[ Fjord grins. ]
Why, yer the cleanest, brand-spankin' new filly in the stable.
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Wore yourself out today, did you?
[ There are reddish marks on Molly's skin, like ... incoming bruises? Fjord frowns, wondering if someone hurt him. ]
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I sure did. You should see the other guy.
[ Molly rolls his shoulders a bit, trying to just enjoy the silky fur and the moment of respite. ]
I´m going to need a shower before you want to touch me.
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Who did this to you? You look like you fell off a wagon, several times.
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That fancy human... Percival? Vax's friend. Then a couple of other people. It's been busy, everything hurts.
[ He is dumb™ and hasn't quite figured out that Fjord thinks someone hurt him during sex. ]
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[ Looks like Percival better get himself several new guns, if the way Fjord looks ready to make him eat the ones he already has comes into it. ]
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...do you think all I do in a day is fuck people?
[ Honestly, when was the last time he slept with someone else? Maybe Caleb, but that was with Fjord. ]
I was sparring, love. If someone beat me during sex they would be horribly dead after I yelled at them in infernal until their eyes boiled.
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[ The anger recedes like a tide on the shore, replaced by mullish regret when chastised (and a little relief to hear Molly isn't into that). ]
I'm sorry, it just ... looked bad. [ Trying to drag himself out of this hole, he opts for a new topic. ] So, sparring was a success? You found partners, then.
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[ The tiefling turns and looks at his boyfriend, grabbing a hand to pull Fjord into bed with him. ]
Back to that other thing, though... how much do you think I sleep around? Last time I had sex with someone other than you was when we both played with Caleb. Outside the Nein or Aphrodite? Maybe a month or more. I don't spend my days fucking people.
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Fjord sighs, making a careless gesture. ]
I've always tried to avoid thinking about it, to be honest. I don't know how many people you have or haven't got in the wings, it's none of my business.
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[ He curls close, leaning his head against Fjord's chest. ]
Most of my days go to talking to people. Finding allies or friends... and now training.
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[ He leans down over him in a cuddle, careful where he runs his hand down a bruised back. Green lips touch between horns. ]
I was worried someone had hurt you, that's all.
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[ Molly chuckles a bit, not sure if to be hurt or impressed by Fjord's idea of his number of sexual relations. Instead he just decides to take a moment to breathe in the half-orc's scent, running his fingers over Fjord's back. ]
Take a shower with me, okay? Then we can have fun on this lovely new fur.
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Let me clean you up, Molls. If you were a plum you'd be pulp by now.
[ Up they go! Tugtugtug on Molly's hands, gotta get off this bed. ]
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[ There's a silly wink at that, wanting Fjord to know that he's not in trouble any more. ]
...well alright, since you ask so nicely.
[ Like he wasn't the one that suggested it in the first place! Either way, Molly gets up with his boyfriend's help and wriggles out of his leggings, showing even more bruises. He tosses the pants on the floor and then starts heading for the door, aiming to sneak into the bathroom in the nude. ]
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I could take the bruises away, you know. Holy man, and all.
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It's not so bad, love. Save it for emergencies, I've had worse.
[ Taking one of those hands from his sides, he pulls it up to his lips for a kiss. ]
Let's get under the spray and relax.
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[ Smooch. He turns on the spray to a hot setting that he can handle but which is probably tame as fuck for Molly, stepping under it to take out his bun and rake his hair back in a slick mat. ]
Do you think we'll get another of those? We're far better prepared to deal with one, this time.
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[ It's not a yes or a no, more of a thoughful hum.
Molly joins him, curls flattening under the (fairly warm enough for him) water. He looks fond as Fjord starts getting his own hair free, and reaches up to run his fingers through it. ]
It's getting long. [ He says, an comment to the side before he goes back to the question. ]
...and I do not know. I sure as fuck do not hope so. I'm happy that we have a lot of people around now that can help... and more spells for you.
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[ Not that he would cultivate a look to be sexier to his boyfriend but yes, he absolutely would. He squirts some shampoo on Molly's head and starts working the sweat out of his hair, dirt from all his fights coming free in Fjord's gentle, large fingers rubbing around those horns. ]
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[ As long as nobody was left outside, it could even be fun.
As Fjord starts cleaning his hair Molly absolutely melts at the feeling of those big hands rubbing his scalp and getting dirt and sweat away - together with a couple of soil clumps. He hit the ground a few times in a horse paddock, after all.
The rub around his horns even has him purring a bit, and it takes some immense willpower to pay attention. ]
...mmmhhmm... yeah. I like the little bun you have. [ It's somehow both cute and hot. ] Are you growing out the sides, too?
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[ Fjord thoroughly shampoos and conditions Molly's hair with the fancy bottle slimes collected over the months, most of which he will deny using but has definitely sampled. He makes sure Molly smells nice and fruity before he froths up a sponge and starts working it over him too, some soothing vanilla he usually keeps for himself, and an arm curls around Molly's waist to let him relax as Fjord works him over one swirly rub at a time. Steam fills the shower and he kisses Molly's forehead on impulse. ]
Did you enjoy sparring?
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[ A million reasons it's too bad she isn't here. Gods, Molly misses her.
However, apparently his boyfriend is currently trying to lure him into unconsciousness with all the sweet touches and nice smells. Molly's quickly lost in the feeling, wholly trusting Fjord to keep him safe and not slip in the shower as he's cleaned with such sweet care. The water is relaxing his aching body and the forehead kiss makes him smile so bright that it puts all his fangs on display.
Love was stupid, and he's a fool. ]
I did. Well... in a way. It was nice to move and fight again, but I am... very behind.
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[ He'll pull the worst attacks because he has no intention of seriously hurting Molly but there's a bit he can do to push him, even so. ]
Do you want me to clean ... here?
[ Sliding the bubbly sponge dowwwn between purple thighs, he tries to judge how tired Molly really is, promises of furry-bed sex or not. ]
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[ He needs the push, needs the challenge. Maybe pushing himself enough will make it possible for him to unlock skills the body used to have and use them for his own. As much as he hates even the thought of his old self, Molly knows that at least Lucien is powerful.
He's pulled out of that thought when the sponge travels lower, and he smiles up at his lover. ]
Oh yes. I am awfully dirty.
[ Bruises and exhaustion aside, he wants to have fun. ]
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[ Cooing in mock-disbelief, he drags the soft sponge all around a soft cock and under balls, making sure his wrist rubs the former each time he gets those bubbles into the creases of Molly's thighs. His back becomes Molly's brace again as Fjord settles his weight so they won't slip in the shower, and he nibbles his way up a neck while expertly avoiding a horn. ]
Never ...
[ Fjord grins. ]
Why, yer the cleanest, brand-spankin' new filly in the stable.
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