heathen’s kiss

Her head found a natural little hollow on his shoulder and chest where her head could rest comfortably. For now she simply enjoyed the moment, snuggled beneath the blankets with someone holding her, feeling wanted and beautiful and powerful in a way for the first time in...she wasn't sure since when. A long time. Too long. She tilted her head slightly to see him as he spoke, a little smiled curving her lips. "I did, very much. Thank you for giving me that." she said. She wasn't just being kind though, there was a weight to her words. This had been more to her than just a one night stand or a rebound, more than her just exploring what she might like with someone who knew more than her. It was healing for her, in ways he couldn't know (possibly even understand). She could let go, she could grow, she could move forward and be content. But she didn't wax poetic in her mind long, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his fingers on her back. "Are you drawing a snowman?" she asked with a light laugh. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself