heathen’s kiss

Well, if he was going to let her decide, they weren't going to get very far. Phoebe had a hard enough time making general, run of the mill life decisions, much less deciding how far to or not to take things while in the heat of the moment. His approval so far and his acceptance of her narrow field of experience did wonders for her confidence though, allowing her to feel at ease, blissfully consumed by the race of her heart and butterflies in her stomach. Her hands lifted to his chest, just as he leaned in again. She was a bit taken aback at first by the sudden heat and passion of his kiss, a small gasp (or was it a moan?) escaping her lips as she leaned into it. Her hands slid up his chest, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. But she was clearly following his lead - wherever that went, whatever form it took. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself