[ Fjord wriggles happily under the attention and seeks out her curvy hips to drag Molly down, kissing her slowly to savour the moment. It's cosy and private, with him loving the way she gives up her hobby just to spoil him with affection.
Nibbling on her lower lip, he murmurs, ] My arty girlfriend.
[ Because she is just as wholesome as that sounds. ]
[ She finally 'relents' and instead moves over enough to fully face him, smooching him happily. It might be just them right now, but anyone could walk in - so she keeps in sweet. ]
Arty, huh? Sounds more like Jester's nickname for her god.
[ 'Girlfriend' is really nice to hear, because she knows it might be a little odd for people. Not for Fjord, though. He loves her all the same, and he gets and extra kiss for that. ]
[ Not that he was ever turned-on but he buries his face in the shoulder of Molly's dress and nuzzles his way down to the odd curve of a breast, almost forgetting it would be there for a moment. He's an easy man to please and squirms around on the couch so he can lie with Molly's chest as his pillow, half-slumped on her and impeding the embroidery. ]
[ Molly purrs again as Fjord wiggles around to nuzzle his face against her skin like an affectionate cat. When he finds her breast the purr becomes a chuckle, and even more so when he decides to use them as a pillow.
It does stop her from what she was doing, though, and she rolls her eyes. She probably deserved this, usually being the one instigating these cuddles when Fjord wasn't paying her enough attention.
[ She says, starting to play a little with his hair.
...the question is extremely out of left field and she huffs a laugh that gets stuck in her chest. ]
What? I mean... would you still be Fjord with all your personality or are you just a mindless cube? Because I don't think I would have fallen in love with that.
[ Chublove she shall have, cuddled with all the warmth he can provide despite Molly being twice as hot on default. He likes the fingers in his hair, toying with his bun. ]
But what if I ate so many burgers I became a Fjord-cube that got stuck slithering around the house? You would have to see my eyeballs floating around inside sadly, looking at you.
[ Which is stupidly funny, making himself snort. ]
[ Molly is a furnace and always will be, but it is the thought that counts. She runs her fingers through his hair, loosening a few grey strands to braid. ]
Well, I do not think you'd be able to get that fat, because I'm a horny bitch and you would get all your exercise. [ She laughs. ] But if you somehow became a cube like that, and wasn't acidic, I guess you'd give even better hugs.
[ Utterly comfortable as his yawns grow louder and he slumps where he is, Fjord mumbles against soft skin. His beard grazes softly over the curve of a breast and he noses under Molly's chin, lulled by the braiding of his hair. ]
[ He flinches when whapped, fighting the tail off with a waving arm as he stuffs his face in between those boobs and blows even harder, determined to drive Molly mad with tickles. ]
[ She squeaks at that, wriggling to get away and trying to fight back with pinches and more swats with her tail. Molly's laughing too hard to breathe, making the couch creak as she 'fights' her boyfriend. ]
[ But he relents after she's breathless, lifting his head up to plant a smiling kiss on her cheek. His arms slid around her middle and he gets comfortable again, nuzzling her jaw. ]
[ He tucks himself up at her side, curled there to completely ruin her hopes of embroidering the coat any further for as long as Fjord is her personal barnacle, hiding his face and with arms around her. ]
Tell me what you want to do when we go home. All the things.
[ She chuckles against him, nuzzling a brow and just being disgustingly domestic and cuddly. ]
I want to se all the places you guys went to. The house in Roshona. Caleb's Tower. Fuck, places like Rexxentrum and those, too. The carnival didn't go to the big cities.
[ Molly hums a bit, content. ]
I want to meet all the people you've all been friends with. I want to party again in Hupperdook...
[ She laughs softly. ]
I want to see Nicodranas. Marion... and the Nein Heroez. So road trip?
[ As he listens he starts to doze off, imagining Molly there with him at his side as they go through all those scenarios back home. Fjord starts to fall asleep with a small smile in place, long legs hiked up to tangle through Molly's and a tail, arms wrapped around her, her heartbeat steady under his ear.
It's more peace than he has known in a long time, even before the island.
A hum leaves him, answering her question. A road trip? That's their entire life, so yes. He wants to go back to that. ]
[ Molly watches him fall asleep, smiling softly and continuing to run her fingers through his hair. He means so much to her, and sweet moments like these just makes that even clearer in her mind.
She's stupidly in love.
Sighing contently, Molly leans back a bit and decides to have a nap as well. ]
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Nibbling on her lower lip, he murmurs, ] My arty girlfriend.
[ Because she is just as wholesome as that sounds. ]
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Arty, huh? Sounds more like Jester's nickname for her god.
[ 'Girlfriend' is really nice to hear, because she knows it might be a little odd for people. Not for Fjord, though. He loves her all the same, and he gets and extra kiss for that. ]
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[ Not that he was ever turned-on but he buries his face in the shoulder of Molly's dress and nuzzles his way down to the odd curve of a breast, almost forgetting it would be there for a moment. He's an easy man to please and squirms around on the couch so he can lie with Molly's chest as his pillow, half-slumped on her and impeding the embroidery. ]
Mmm, comfy.
[ A yawning kiss finds her collarbone. ]
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It does stop her from what she was doing, though, and she rolls her eyes. She probably deserved this, usually being the one instigating these cuddles when Fjord wasn't paying her enough attention.
She could probably take a nap. ]
Gods, you're heavy.
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[ Humming happily, his fingers brush the same spot on her side. ]
Would you still love me if I was a gelatinous cube?
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[ She says, starting to play a little with his hair.
...the question is extremely out of left field and she huffs a laugh that gets stuck in her chest. ]
What? I mean... would you still be Fjord with all your personality or are you just a mindless cube? Because I don't think I would have fallen in love with that.
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But what if I ate so many burgers I became a Fjord-cube that got stuck slithering around the house? You would have to see my eyeballs floating around inside sadly, looking at you.
[ Which is stupidly funny, making himself snort. ]
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Well, I do not think you'd be able to get that fat, because I'm a horny bitch and you would get all your exercise. [ She laughs. ] But if you somehow became a cube like that, and wasn't acidic, I guess you'd give even better hugs.
If you were acid, though? Sorry, love. Nope.
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I'd love you if you were acid.
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[ She says, gently weaving hair together. ]
...but I believe you would do everything in your power and beyond to turn me back in the first place. Just like I would do.
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[ Grinning into her boobs. ]
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[ Must be why he blows raspberries as he does so. ]
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Wet titties, wet titties!
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[ He flinches when whapped, fighting the tail off with a waving arm as he stuffs his face in between those boobs and blows even harder, determined to drive Molly mad with tickles. ]
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Help!
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[ But he relents after she's breathless, lifting his head up to plant a smiling kiss on her cheek. His arms slid around her middle and he gets comfortable again, nuzzling her jaw. ]
No mercy exists but mine.
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[ Molly deadpans and then leans her head for a light chomp on the bridge of his nose. ]
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[ He tucks himself up at her side, curled there to completely ruin her hopes of embroidering the coat any further for as long as Fjord is her personal barnacle, hiding his face and with arms around her. ]
Tell me what you want to do when we go home. All the things.
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[ She chuckles against him, nuzzling a brow and just being disgustingly domestic and cuddly. ]
I want to se all the places you guys went to. The house in Roshona. Caleb's Tower. Fuck, places like Rexxentrum and those, too. The carnival didn't go to the big cities.
[ Molly hums a bit, content. ]
I want to meet all the people you've all been friends with. I want to party again in Hupperdook...
[ She laughs softly. ]
I want to see Nicodranas. Marion... and the Nein Heroez. So road trip?
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It's more peace than he has known in a long time, even before the island.
A hum leaves him, answering her question. A road trip? That's their entire life, so yes. He wants to go back to that. ]
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She's stupidly in love.
Sighing contently, Molly leans back a bit and decides to have a nap as well. ]