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RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Frey - 02-17-2019
Go? Get dressed?
Oh no. No, no, no, no. That won't do at all.
Frey enjoys LongNight. Not the death aspect, horribly predictive as it always is, but the locked away bits? The locked doors, candles, hushed words, a few monsters to get the adrenaline high and the blood pumping. If you're about to die, why not give it one last go, after all?
Or a first go, as the case may be.
The noises from the outside world are suddenly hushed away. The sound of the luxere pawing, the wind against the windows, even the childish giggles youthful predictions about what is going on inside the room, they all fade away. Such bothers anyways.
The air suddenly feels warm, and both Emmett and Phoebe feel the strange desire to be wearing less, but also to be below the blankets. Their bodies relax, the tension and unease ebbs away.
Until the door opens, no on in the room can hear anything from outside of it, and no one outside can hear anything within.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Emmett - 02-17-2019
[say]"Yeah...well, it'll calm down once someone else gets themselves a girlfriend too, I 'spose."[/say] Emmett shrugged, knowing that as soon as something else took over the teasing was end. Sides, it would eventually get boring, right? Maybe when he and Phoebe got mar--
He calmed down that train of thought right the fuck there.
Phoebe seemed anxious and wanted to get dressed. Emmett nodded and began to sit up to shuffle down the bed...then something overcame him. Suddenly, he realised what an opportunity they were wasting here. There was his girlfriend, looking lovely in a little dress with her hair all mussed and a blush on her cheeks...
[say]"I was...thinkin' maybe we could stay here for a while. If that's alright."[/say] He asked, leaning in a little closer to Phoebe. [say]"Maybe to um...talk. Yeah, talk. About...stuff."[/say] That very much was not what he wanted to do, but he lacked the vocabulary for his real intentions. Emmett tried to stop his eyes from wandering but the way his hand stroked softly down Phoebe's side and rested on her hip was a pretty good indication of his thoughts.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Phoebe - 02-17-2019
The shift in the room was sudden and drastic, yet barely noticeable; just a slight shift that seemed to stem naturally from what was already being felt. Her skin suddenly felt warm but she had absolutely no desire to leave the comfort of the blankets and sheets...which almost seemed refreshingly cool now by comparison to everything else. She sighed and collected her hair in her hands, wishing as she often did in summer months that it wasn't as thick as it was. It was so warm and insulating. So she twisted it a little and draped it over her shoulder in an effort to cool down. That action alone caused one of the sleeves to drape off her shoulder. Usually she would be quick to put it back in place but...it felt wonderful where it was.
When had she gotten so comfortable in front of Emmett? Was he really just this comforting of a presence? For a moment she wondered if she would ever have found herself in this position, holding the affections of someone, if not for Frey telling her to put herself out there? Probably not.
Phoebe's blush deepened as Emmett stopped and turned back to her, glancing down at her lap a bit bashfully. She shifted so she was sitting more on her opposite hip as his hand ran down her side. The blonde was not particularly curvaceous, but the position did emphasize her delicate, feminine frame. She glanced up at him with her face still tilted forward so she watched him through long lashes. Suddenly she realized that she had never fully appreciated how handsome he was. Slighter than some but he was still young, and would only continue to get more handsome with time, already sporting a strong jaw and chiseled muscles...which she was suddenly disappointed in not being able to see with his shirt on. [say]"Talk about what kind of stuff?"[/say] she asked almost coyly.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Emmett - 02-17-2019
[say]"Um...well...I dunno. Maybe..."[/say] His hand moved, just slightly, stroking lightly on her hip with such small movements it may not have been moving at all. Emmett didn't know what to say, how to start what he really wanted without offending Phoebe or doing the wrong thing. [say]"...I could just tell you you were beautiful and amazing, 'cos you are, over n' over again."[/say]
With her hair like that and her body turned towards him, he thought she looked like a painting. He had never been artistically gifted but he could see the daubs of a made light against her face, something that had to be intentional because it was so perfect.
[say]"...Or uh, I could just kiss you again. If I'm...bein' honest, that's all I really wanna do. But only if you wanna do it."[/say] Emmett said, shrugging and looking off into the room with a smile. He also very much wanted to take her dress off, skip to the bit where they were comfy with each other and falling asleep naked, but...you didn't say that to nice young ladies.
[say]"..Do you wanna? Kiss me?"[/say]
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Phoebe - 02-17-2019
Phoebe's smile grew as he complimented her, tilting her head a little to the side as she looked up at him. Some women needed gifts and shiny things as a sign of affection. Some women needed more physical affirmation. Then there was the sort like Phoebe, who needed the verbal confirmation of approval. Like a wilted flower blooms after a rain shower, Phoebe seemed to glow under his praise, though it wasn't anything grandiose or particularly elegant. He thought she was beautiful, and that pleased her to no end - specifically because it was coming from him. But...she wasn't sure she wanted to just sit there and be showered with compliments. She wanted...more. What that more was was something she couldn't place her finger on, feeling the tingly warmth in her stomach returning.
He wanted to kiss her again? Her heart began to race again, having inexplicably relaxed when she realized how warm the room was. But it was awfully nice of him to ask...not just assume. Though...right now she wasn't certain why but she felt like she wouldn't mind him assuming. She was well aware of how strong he was, and knew he could easily do whatever he wished to her - a thought that suddenly made her very excited for reasons she couldn't quite wrap her head around - yet he took the time to ask. It was sweet...and only made her feel more comfortable with him. [say]"I'm your girlfriend, Emmett. You can kiss me if you want to."[/say] she said with a light laugh, not realizing the flirtatious nature of her comment.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Emmett - 02-17-2019
[say]"..I guess so, huh? But I never wanna do anything you don'."[/say] With that established Emmett moved to lean over Phoebe, resting his arm on the bed as he looked down at her and smiled. She really was cute. He was unbelievably lucky to be having this moment. Unawares of anything else going on other than the rushing of blood in his ears and the beat of his heart, he leaned down to kiss her again.
As his hands snaked up into her hair his mouth grew bolder. Experimentally he pushed his tongue against her lips, ran it over the bottom one then darted just into her mouth before pulling away. He laughed out a little huffy laugh, then looked down at her body much more blatantly this time.
[say]"...We could...try out some um...stuff..."[/say] He said, trying to desperately balance not sounding like a creep and finding out if Phoebe had the same desires as him. The dress was just one piece of fabric and it was so frustrating to only just be able to see the hints of curves beneath, even the subtle angles of Phoebe's body something he wanted to reveal and savour.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Phoebe - 02-17-2019
Phoebe smiled and nodded, appreciating his concern, but also not being surprised by it. He had been incredibly considerate of her so far, even before she was anything more than the random Outlander girl. [say]"I know. I'll tell you if I don't want to do something."[/say] she assured him. Her heart began to race as he leaned over her, lashes fluttering as she anticipated what would follow. There was no indication of any prying siblings now, even the sounds from outside had stilled. It helped her focus on the moment with the distractions of possible danger or embarrassment suddenly at a standstill.
She was more than a little overwhelmed by his fervor, being much more forward than he had been the first time...but she loved it. Her back arched and she pressed against his chest, coaxed by his has and they ran up her sides. Her own wrapped around his back, fingers lightly curling into the fabric of his shirt as she moved her lips against his in an effort to match his passion. But she found the fabric of his shirt oddly irritating, though the irritation lasted only a moment as she was distracted from it quickly by his tongue pressing into her mouth. It was unexpected yet pleasant; a tease that left her chasing his lips momentarily as he pulled away and her head followed before her eyes flutter open.
It felt rather like a hazy fog had taken over her senses, his words sounding more like he was speaking in water than right next to her. Try some things? Isn't that exactly what they were doing. [say]"Alright."[/say] she said, voice breathy and mind all too willing to follow along for the time being.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Emmett - 02-18-2019
Phoebe was willing and pliant beneath him, pushing herself up to meet his body. Emmett couldn't help the delighted gasp against her mouth or the way his legs moved to either side of her, moving him completely over her.
[say]"Alright."[/say] He repeated with a grin, before moving his kisses downwards, pressing them to her chin and neck. It would be a lie to say he had not considered this before (usually in the dead of night) and he tried to make his regular fantasies a reality. Just as the thoughts had done the actual thing made him feel a heat in his belly almost immediately, and Phoebe would feel a slight hardness pressing against her hip.
Slowly, nervously, he raised a hand to cup one of her breasts as he kissed at her neck. Once he had a hand on it he instinctively squeezed and moved to the other to do the same.
After a moment he sat up and straddling her, began to take his shirt off. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face, the way his hand went down to affectionately stroke her cheek. Once he had removed the shirt he moved his hands to just slightly pull up Phoebe's dress, about an inch; he paused and raised his eyebrows, a silent question.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Phoebe - 02-18-2019
Her head tilted back, almost instinctively, as he trailed kisses down her neck. A small gasp escaped her lips before she lightly bit her lower lip to suppress a small giggle as he kissed right over a particularly ticklish spot. Her fingers gently pressed into his back, again briefly irritated with the shirt there. It certainly didn't take a lot of experience to realize just what was pressing against her hip, her cheeks reddening from it.
She would have thought the sensation of having her breasts fondled would have been greater, but the pleasure was more mental than physical; as simple as being touched somewhere she hadn't been before. But it didn't last long before he sitting back on his heels over her, putting him out of her reach so her hands rested on his hips. And finally, because it seemed like forever, he took his shirt off. Why had it taken so long now when he had been eager to before? No matter. Her cheeks flushed as she stared for a moment, her heart racing again as his hands tugged on the edge of her dress.
But he stopped again, giving her a questioning look. Phoebe smiled, the warmth she was feeling in her stomach blooming in her chest as well. But...she was into this pretty far and...well when would she have this opportunity with him again? He was someone special...maybe it hadn't taken as long to realize that as she would have thought, but it was true...and this was the sort of thing you did with someone special, right?
So she sat up, letting her hands run up his torso to his shoulders, leaning up to kiss him. There was only the slightest tremble of nervousness and anticipation in her fingertips as one hand went back to her hip where his hands sat, guiding him to pull her dress up. She appreciated him giving her an out, but she was committed to moving forward.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Emmett - 02-18-2019
Emmett shifted back to support Phoebe better as she leaned up to kiss him, holding her jaw and this time not hesitating at all to place his tongue in her mouth, his kiss deep and needy. There was inexperience there, too, but he more than made up for it with a determined enthusiasm, his hands softly touching her wherever he could.
She took his hands to rise her dress, and he followed the instruction right away. Taking the fabric off over her head he revealed her body, covered only by thin shorts. Emmett took in a sharp breath then whistled softly, grinning. [say]"Wow, Bee. You're...damn. I'm so goddamn lucky right now."[/say]
He raised his hands to touch her chest again but this time there wasn't the barrier of fabric and it suddenly felt much more real. Rubbing his thumbs over her nipples (which just felt like the right thing to do, really) he kissed her again as his hips pressed up against hers, his arousal now pulling at the material of his pants noticeably.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Phoebe - 02-18-2019
Inexperienced? Like she would notice. Today was the first of many things for Phoebe, so as far as she could tell he knew exactly what he was doing and she was just doing her best to follow along. Though...was kissing really supposed to be this...sloppy? She didn't know. She didn't really care. His need and want were so obvious that someone even as oblivous as her could tell - and his need and want was for her. Phoebe had known before that being wanted or needed was important to her...but this was a new way to be needed and she was more than happy to give him what he wanted.
She probably should have noticed how odd it was that she didn't feel wracked with nerves, but other things were vying for her attention.
Phoebe blushed as the dress was pulled over her head and ceremoniously discarded to the side. It was a very odd feeling, caught between being relieved to have the very constricting peice of fabric off her person, but also the nervousness of being so exposed in front of him. His reaction helped as she glanced up at him nervously, hoping he was being honest and not just saying so for her sake. [say]"Y-you really think so?"[/say] she said hopefully. She wanted him to think she was attractive still, now that there was nothing to hide behind.
The sensation of his touch took her by surprise and she gasped, her back arching up towards his hand. She held onto him to keep from falling backwards against the bed, desperate to stay close to him. It was in doing so that her fingers brushed against the top edge of his pants. It was very obvious that he would much prefer them not to be on, and she fumbled with the ties that held the garment up, feeling embarrassed for not being as deft in doing so as the ladies in those books she definitely did not hide under her bed.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Emmett - 02-18-2019
[say]"I know so."[/say] He smiled back at her, then his eyes moved lower. It was hard to focus when she was so perfect beneath him, so much of her on display. This was something she wouldn't do for anyone else, he knew, and it felt like a privilege.
Phoebe fumbled with his fastenings on his pants. Mercifully Emmett reached down to move her hand away and undo the tie himself with one hand, placing her down back on the bed for a moment to take his pants off and toss them to the side. He was now entirely naked, lean and muscular with a hard line of arousal between his legs.
He leaned forward over her, his cock pushing up against her inner thigh. It was obscene, far too much for their first ever attempt at anything physical, but he felt so relaxed and ready Emmett wanted nothing more than to savour the feeling. [say]"..Ah...Bee, I..."[/say] Surging forward to kiss her again, his hips gently rocked against her clothed ones.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Phoebe - 02-18-2019
She mumbled an apology as he moved her hand away, feeling rather embarrassed. If only her hands were steady it wouldn't have been so difficult. She promised herself she would get it herself next time...next time. Her cheeks flared red at the thought. Best to focus on this time she told herself.
Brown eyes widened as his pants were discarded, leaving him fully exposed. Oh yeah, you bet she stared, at least for a few moments. Suddenly everything that was going on seemed very real. Not that it hadn't before, the tingly sensation she was feeling all over told her that, but there hadn't been a very naked man above her before.
But his voice called her attention back up, lips captured in another kiss before she could register really what he wanted. She softly moaned into his lips as she rubbed his length against her, breath hitching at the very new sensation, shocked at its intensity even with fabric still in the way. Phoebe dragged her hands down his sides, emboldened by curiousity and a need to please, waiting for his hips to pull back a little. When he did, her hands moved between them, fingertips first brushing against his length, then gently wrapping a hand around it, moving along him as best she could in this position. Her eyes were locked on his face to watch his reaction.
RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - Emmett - 02-18-2019
Hands came down his sides then -- oh-- Phoebe moved to touch his cock. Her touch was nervous, light at first; but the fact that it was Phoebe made it more electric than any time he'd touched himself. His hips immediately began to rock into her hand as he gasped and bit his lip.
After a while of just moving into her hand, he felt it was time to reciprocate. Emmett traced his fingers down Phoebe's stomach (she was so soft, so lovely, so delicate) and paused for just a moment above the waistband of her shorts before sinking beneath. His fingers brushed past light hair and found her clit (after a moment of something that could be called confused poking), where he began to move his fingers up and down, moving about the wetness he found there.
[say]"...D...do y'wanna..."[/say] Emmett began to ask, but didn't finish the question in words, just pushed his finger inside her ever so slightly, to his first knuckle.