[God Quest] The Rice Dance

phoebe Can anybody find me somebody to love Phoebe was breathless herself, following willingly as Emmett pulled her over him. Her legs shifted so she straddled his hips, her weight distributed on her knees and forearms as he pulled her down to kiss her again. Her eyes feel closed, her view obscured by the ground anyways, and his likely obscured by the way her hair fell around their heads. Frey might be insipiring his actions but it was soothing a deep buried hurt and insecurity that had reared its ugly head once before. Her brows furrowed as he pulled away, brown eyes hazy as he tilted her face up to see him. But his question brought a quick smile to her lips. "I do if you do." she said quietly. He had been the one to say he didn't want to be intimate after all. He had been the one to put up boundaries. And while it was very clear how aroused he was, it seemed the question was more important for him to answer. "Though, maybe we should move somewhere a little less likely to be walked in on?" she said quietly with a little grin. They were still in a sanctuary after all. It wasn't outside the realm of reason to think someone might show up to worship.