[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Emmett Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine Phoebe was willing and pliant beneath him, pushing herself up to meet his body. Emmett couldn't help the delighted gasp against her mouth or the way his legs moved to either side of her, moving him completely over her. "Alright." He repeated with a grin, before moving his kisses downwards, pressing them to her chin and neck. It would be a lie to say he had not considered this before (usually in the dead of night) and he tried to make his regular fantasies a reality. Just as the thoughts had done the actual thing made him feel a heat in his belly almost immediately, and Phoebe would feel a slight hardness pressing against her hip. Slowly, nervously, he raised a hand to cup one of her breasts as he kissed at her neck. Once he had a hand on it he instinctively squeezed and moved to the other to do the same. After a moment he sat up and straddling her, began to take his shirt off. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face, the way his hand went down to affectionately stroke her cheek. Once he had removed the shirt he moved his hands to just slightly pull up Phoebe's dress, about an inch; he paused and raised his eyebrows, a silent question.