Re: Greg & Phee
"Yeah," Greg replied breathlessly, forcing himself to look away from her to marvel at her creation. Again, some voice in the back of his head said 'yikes' but it was so quiet underneath the thrum of adrenaline and awe, it didn't really matter. "You're my forest goddess," he sighed happily and god he wanted to do this again, wanted more of everything, wanted a whole room dedicated to Phee's flowers when one day they'd move in together. He wanted that now, he wanted her now, to possess and pamper and impress her every damn day. "One day I'm gonna marry you," he said with a grin. "And we're gonna have flowers everywhere." He kissed her again, unmindful of just how huge the statement was. It felt natural, he was so happy tonight, drunk on booze and something else that was so much bigger than any high he'd ever tried. He felt proud and eager and excited and a whole slew of other things in a delicious emotion-cocktail and Phee was at the center of it, sensual and irresistible.
It felt natural to Phee too at the moment -- of course Greg wanted to marry her! She was gorgeous and magical and brilliant and fun and amazing and the best girlfriend in the universe, who wouldn’t want to marry her? He was lucky that he got to be the one, and he seemed to know it, so that made Phee happy tonight. “Damn right we are,” she murmured against his lips, grinning briefly before she kissed him more thoroughly. He tasted vaguely like chlorine, which she didn’t like, but mostly like Greg, which she did. Phee was half tempted to pull him down onto the lounge chair with her, maybe straddle him and grind a bit to appease that lovely warm feeling between her thighs. She hummed and pulled at his arm to sit down with her for a minute at least, pulling her legs in to cross them as she sat up, and give him room. Once he was seated where she could drape on him, she did so, still not caring how wet he was. Phee nuzzled at Greg’s ear. “Everybody looks so delicious tonight,” she murmured.
"But me the most, right?" Greg replied with a grin, leaning into her and letting his gaze roam around. There were people having sex right there and he couldn't blame them nor did it really occur to him that it might be problematic somehow. It just seemed pretty awesome and he was hyper aware that Phee was wearing something much shorter than she had been earlier. He let his fingers trail over her calf, that sensation on his ear sending a pleasant rush straight to his cock which already felt pleasantly plump. "'Cause you're the most delicious thing here," he added and he wanted to be that to her too. Just the thought of her kissing on someone else gave him a brief flash of annoyance and jealousy but it went away as quickly as it appeared, soothed by her lips against his ear and the slight weight of her arms on his shoulders.
Phee giggled and scooted in closer, moving her legs to loosely wrap them around Greg’s torso from the side, one pressed against his back and the other draped over his lap. Between her thighs was her favorite place for him, after all, and his body was warm and solid. She thought she felt him getting a boner, but that didn’t seem weird or embarrassing in context at all. “You the most,” she assured him, giving another nuzzle. Phee kissed on his jaw a couple of times and even gave the corner of it a tiny nip, like she was tasting him. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze landed on a familiar face milling around the pool and a more wicked smile rose on her face. “Although ...” she murmured slowly. Phee nudged Greg’s jaw to make him look in the same direction. “Jen is looking fine too. Second finest, after you.” She smooched his shoulder. “What if I wanted to go kiss Jen? What would you do?” Her tone was teasing, but she really did want to know.