[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

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. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself