[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Inexperienced? Like she would notice. Today was the first of many things for Phoebe, so as far as she could tell he knew exactly what he was doing and she was just doing her best to follow along. Though...was kissing really supposed to be this...sloppy? She didn't know. She didn't really care. His need and want were so obvious that someone even as oblivous as her could tell - and his need and want was for her. Phoebe had known before that being wanted or needed was important to her...but this was a new way to be needed and she was more than happy to give him what he wanted. She probably should have noticed how odd it was that she didn't feel wracked with nerves, but other things were vying for her attention. Phoebe blushed as the dress was pulled over her head and ceremoniously discarded to the side. It was a very odd feeling, caught between being relieved to have the very constricting peice of fabric off her person, but also the nervousness of being so exposed in front of him. His reaction helped as she glanced up at him nervously, hoping he was being honest and not just saying so for her sake. "Y-you really think so?" she said hopefully. She wanted him to think she was attractive still, now that there was nothing to hide behind. The sensation of his touch took her by surprise and she gasped, her back arching up towards his hand. She held onto him to keep from falling backwards against the bed, desperate to stay close to him. It was in doing so that her fingers brushed against the top edge of his pants. It was very obvious that he would much prefer them not to be on, and she fumbled with the ties that held the garment up, feeling embarrassed for not being as deft in doing so as the ladies in those books she definitely did not hide under her bed. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself