heathen’s kiss

Things were moving quickly, very, very quickly. It had been the same with Emmett and briefly she wonders if that's just...how it is. But her mind does not multitask well when it comes to things like this, the heat and the passion and the swirl of emotions overwhelming her senses. As he falters slightly, she picks up the pace where he left it, leaning in to close the gap separating there lips. The sound of his shirt hitting the ground barely registered in her mind, his hands suddenly distracting her as they roamed, her back arching towards him and... Then he stopped. Her eyes fluttered open, still half lidded, cheeks flushed. What was he...but she sees his eyes glancing about and she suddenly realized how her back was arched in a far less than comfortable way. It clicked what he was looking for and her own eyes went to the stairs, a silent signal really since she couldn't easily rise to walk there with him hovering over her. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself