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[ He came in an armchair. A public armchair. His claws shredded some of the leather on the armrest, which is ... oops? Maybe no one will notice. With his heart racing, he stealthily (13?) makes his way to the nearest kitchen and just barely manages to wipe off the criminal evidence before anyone sees, pants pulled back up over his still-aching erection. That bitch needs to be willed away, somehow. ]

are you upstairs?
if you're not i might crack up

[Jester...hasn't moved, except to pull herself off the dripping lollipop dick and collapse against the corner of the window frame. With shaking hands, she replies:]

get up here right now

[ Pressing his hands to his face as he takes a steadying breath (or five) he then makes his way upstairs with heavy feet, rapping on Jester's door. He opens it ajar without looking in immediately, suddenly shy about seeing something she might not be ready for him to, and clears his throat. ]

[It isn't until she hears the rapping on the door that she realizes she still...hasn't moved, her legs spread wide and all. The door moves ajar and she sits up, letting her skirt fall to cover herself again, kicking her underwear off.]

You can come in, [Her voice carries across the room, still a little out-of-breath. Her heart is positively hammering.]

[ The smell hits him when he enters, eyes flicking to the discarded panties and the flush to her face. He closes the door and paces over with the calmness of a spent orgasm, sinking down to sit beside her, and sigh.

His lips twitch up. ]

... That was really stupid, wasn't it?

[She unsticks the dildo hurriedly and throws it toward her bed. She'll deal with that later. For now, she just hugs her knees, tail swishing like a contented cat's.]

Stupid how?

[ What was ... Oh. His eyes skitter in a different direction, nostrils flaring with the strong scent.

Fjord looks at Jester. ]

We may as well have been in the same room all along.

Yeah.

[Jester laughs, a little relieved; she'd been worried he would say that the whole thing had been a mistake, but then if that were the case, she guesses he wouldn't come up here.

She scoots a little closer.]

We are now, though.

That we are.

[ In her room where she just got off to his instructions. He shakes his head with an embarrassed smile and as she scoots closer he adjusts his shirt to try and hide the persistent erection in his lap, straining his brown trousers. ]

I was wondering, um. Look, I know you just threw a used dildo on your bed [ HAH ] but I wanted to know if you ... wanted to hang out in here, on there. Maybe. Nothing heavy.

I want to spend some time with you.

[Jester hides her embarrassed laugh in Fjord's shoulder.]

I thought maybe you wouldn't notice that just now.

[But she pulls away to look up at him, smiling, heart full and warm.]

Yeah, of course I do. I...I've missed you, you know.

[Not just seeing him and being his friend, but the other stuff, too. The stuff she hasn't let herself think about a whole lot.]

It's kind of a huge pastel rainbow. And a dick.

[ His eyes crinkle with humour as he leans into her too. ]

How about we crack open a window and get comfy to veg out? Downstairs also smells like someone jacked off so ... I can never go there again.

Shut up! It's your fault it was even there to begin with.

[She swats him on the arm, and then turns around on her knees to push the window open, letting in a nice breeze. She shoots him a skeptical look as she clambers back down to the floor and crosses to her wardrobe.]

Does it, now. Interesting. [She pulls on a fluffy cardigan and then goes over and flops down on the bed, patting the spot next to her. Highly aware that she's still not wearing underwear, but that's fine!]

My fault ... ? Doesn't sound right.

[ Acting innocent, he heads over and collapses next to Jester on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He gathers some blankets to cover his lap, still in the process of mentally willing away his dick or at least infusing some manners into it.

His fingers catch hers on the blankets, curling. ]

I know you said you want something casual, but I don't really do well with that. The people I'm with, I've discovered they have to mean something to me if anything else is going to follow.

[For Jester's part, she rolls onto her side, rucking her pillow up beneath her horn to support her head as she listens to Fjord.]

When I said that, when I offered...

[Jester shrugs.] I didn't mean, like, random hookups and shit. It's just. [Her fingers curl into his, thumb rubbing over one claw-tip.] I didn't want you to think I was trying to, like, be your girlfriend. I'm terrified all the time that I'll say something wrong, or sound too needy. I know Molly comes first, and that's fine. But I can't help still...wanting you, you know?

[ Tieflings and their horn problems, it's cute.

His lips twitch into a softer smile and he nods, understanding. He should be honest too, because he certainly isn't the most chilled out guy around. ]

Can I tell you something really awful? Funny, but also awful.

Of course. You can tell me anything.

[Her tail flips over her hip, draping across Fjord's stomach reassuringly.]

[ Patting that tail, he tilts his head to see her. ]

When you said you hadn't had anyone ever ... go down on you, and then you said you wished someone would hit you up on the network, I had this vision of a faceless guy getting between your legs and I wanted to rip his fucking arms off, [ wait!! ] and I know that's hideously possessive but ...

[ He looks apologetic. ]

I hated the thought of you going to a stranger.

[She just stares at him for a moment, and then, improbably, she laughs.]

Fjord. You are just so silly.

[She reaches out, carefully, to rest her palm on his jawline, expression fond.]

When I said someone, I was talking about you. You're really bad at picking up hints. [taps his nose!] Random people really isn't my style.

What? Oh. No, I know we were talking about me at one point! All of them, really? Shit.

[ He pouts under the touch to his face, blinking as the realisation hits. Gods. ~~Why is he so fucking low on wisdom!~~ ]

Well! Good to know I'm jealous of myself. [ He brings up her tail to bap Jester lightly on the nose, expression softening. ] You're far better at sharing than I am.

Yes, really!

[It's incredible how much she still likes him, despite how incredibly dense he can be! Jester scoffs as he dares bap her with her own tail, and the appendage draws back sharply with an answering smack to his titty.]

I'm getting better at it, [she admits.] Did you know that when you first slept with Avantika, I drew her in my sketchbook getting all, like, stabbed with knives and stuff?

Ouch!

[ The titty!! He covers it with his hand, rubbing sorrowfully. When will people treat his nips right. ]

That's what she deserved from the get-go, I don't blame you. She was ... intense. [ Thinking back, he wrinkles his nose. ] I don't particularly like being pushed around.

[Jester's hand covers the one on his chest, rubbing soothingly.]

I can imagine. It sounds like you had to give yourself over quite a lot for us. I'm sorry you had to do that.

I've been doing it here for months, Jester. [ His fingers lace with hers. ] On my first day I was so hungry that I ate food off the automatons and it turned out to be an aphrodisiac, so I had Molly use one of his Blood Hunter spells on me because I was having a panic attack about being forced to have sex. I never wanted to sleep with anyone ... but, well. None of that matters now.

We just need to get everyone home safely.

Oh, Fjord...

[She curls a little closer, her fingers laced tight in his. That sounds terrifying and unbearable; she thinks back to how powerless she had felt when they’d been kidnapped by the Iron Shepherds. This, what Fjord is describing, sounds way worse.]

You don’t ever have to do things you don’t want to. Not with me or with anyone.

I do them because it doesn't matter how I feel at the time, not as long as we escape, and I think we will. Besides, [ his smile quirks as it returns and he glances down, chagrined, ] I found out I had good people around me who wanted to help, eventually. I'm okay.

[ He rolls onto his side and rests his forehead closer to hers, unable to really do so with her horns but enjoying the intimacy anyway. ]

Sometimes it's overwhelming, knowing that the first thing anyone on this island thinks when they look at you is whether you'll be any good in bed. It's ... super gross.

[ Trying to make light of it. ]

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