heathen’s kiss

Before she knew it she was wrapped up in his arms, face pressed against his chest, which forced her to stop blubbering about. Phoebe tilted her head up, looking at him wide eyed - though from his perspective it might be rather comical, given her nose and lips were still pressed to his chest, so all he would see were a big pair of pitiful brown eyes. "I don't think that though..." she said innocently. Hadn't she made that clear in her blathering on about how she wasn't anything special and he had been godlike in his home world? But apparently he disagreed. He didn't think this was a one time fling. He...liked her for some reason. It made her heart flutter and stomach flip at the thought, unexpected as it was. "So...so if this wasn't a one night stand, what is going on then?" she asked innocently, her arms naturally moving to wrap around his waist. Did that mean they were a thing? Dating? Friends with benefits (oh but she didn't really like the idea of that)? What exactly was the state of things? Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world