PHOEBE
Emmett certainly didn’t need to be embarrassed, but Phoebe wasn’t going to lay there and gape at him either. She rolled over, her face towards the opposite wall now to give him some privacy while he changed. It wasn’t out of embarrassment or anything, just simple courtesy. He wasn’t getting undressed so they could…you know…though it would be a lovely distraction at the moment if she was being honest with herself. And the potential consequences weren’t an issue at the moment – it would take a few months before her body was fully recovered and re-adjusted to worry about conceiving. Something to do with hormones, Frey had called it; giving a name to a phenomenon she had witnessed but never fully understood.When she felt his arm snake around her, and a kiss placed to the top of her head, she rolled back over to face him. She kept one arm tucked to her chest, the other wrapping around his waist, feeling more than comfortable laying there with him. It was right where she wanted to be, safe and content, a little place where she could feel peaceful happiness; shielded from her sorrows in Emmett’s arms. It was as close to feeling home as she had since arriving in Caido. At his suggestion she smiled and nodded. ”I would like that a lot. You and Chris and Milly are always welcome up that way too, you know.” she said. There would be times after all when she couldn’t leave, when she had clients who might need her at a moment’s notice and she needed to be easily available. But for now she was content more with the agreeance that they would be spending more time together overall, wherever they happened to be a piece of logistics that could wait. So tilted her head forward to press her lips gently to his, hoping to if for a moment pretend that everything was fine.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
