SIR THAT’S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT KNIFE COLLECTION

[thecockroach]

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[thecockroach]

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[He was leaning into her, putting an arm over her middle like that. He practically cradled her. Murphy wasn't sure if she'd be okay with his next move, but he tries it anyway.

He ducks his head (not too far, she wasn't far from his height) so that his face is looking at hers, slightly tilted.]

Then is this okay...?

[Murphy closed the small distance and pressed his lips sweetly to Emori's. It feels like the first time.]

[jaka]

[ Her heart rate picks up, drumming feverishly against her chest. Part of her says to lean back, a bigger part of her says otherwise and stays rooted in place. Emori closes her eyes and feels his warm lips against hers.

She moves just a little bit, shifts so she is better to face him, a better place to kiss him. Her mouth, it opens slightly. It's a quiet invitation.

This is okay, Emori thinks to herself. ]

i need different murphy icons gosh

[thecockroach]

[Murphy takes that as a yes. Emori would punch him if she didn't like it. The hand on her stomach wraps around to her back and pulls her close, halfassedly into his lap. He laughs a little because it's so not smooth, breaking the kiss.]

I missed that. I missed you.

i need more than 15 icons

[jaka]

[ Emori gets pulled in and she moves with him. She turns enough to have her legs bent and settle at his sides. That's right, Murphy, Emori is straddling you right now. His laughter pulls a smirk on her face. ] You're a good kisser. [ Emori says instead of being more open to her more fragile feelings. ]

[thecockroach]

I learned from you.

[He looks up at her in his lap, a little shocked but definitely not appalled. He settles one hand on her hip, the other comes up to gently touch her tattoo.]

I like this.

[jaka]

[ Emori makes her home on his lap, leaning back subtly to catch the surprised look that's etched onto his face. ]

I've been dreaming about this, [ she whispers, confessing her not-so-secret. Her hands, nice and cool, cup his face. He's drawn in, closer so Emori can press her lips onto his. ]

[feralist]

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

(He only speaks when she pulls away, daring not to break the kiss any earlier. Murphy looks over at the others at the campfire. They all seem so far away.)

You wanna take this to a quieter place? Maybe... somewhere over there? (He points, vaguely.)

[jaka]

Because. [ Her cheeks flushed with warmth. She could feel it radiate to the backs of her ears. ] I didn't think I'd be on your lap, [ Emori says close to his lips.

Her attention drifted, looking over to where he'd made a poor attempt at pointing. With a subtle nod of her head, she climbed off his lap. ]

Let's go.

[feralist]

(Murphy stands, and tries not to make it obvious that he's sporting an erection, and walks casually over to the brush. He grabbed his jacket on the way over, made of denim (worn, but warm and soft). He lays it out for Emori.)

My lady?