[God Quest] The Rice Dance

Emmett kissed Phoebe easily, breathlessly; let his mouth open and his tongue dart forward to explore hers, more passion than he knew he had in his heart pouring from him. The hands in the back of his shirt were clear indicators of what she wanted and he obeyed, pulling back to lift the shirt up over his head. "Now, we gotta be fair." He smiled, leaned forward and pulled up at her skirt. "If I gotta be naked, you do too." He would try to lift her dress up over her head, kissing up her body behind it as he went. To be able to do this felt a privilege, one he would not be ungrateful for. "You're beautiful, Bee." Emmett whispered by her ear, his hands stroking slowly down her sides. Emmett You think that luck has left you there But maybe there's nothing Up in the sky but air And there's no mystical design