Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches
Emerson returned the kiss, even going so far as to let it deepen as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. When he felt the pressure against his chest, he let himself be pushed slowly back until he fell against the bed. His hands settled at her hips, wanting to explore more of the curves of her body but wanting to hold himself in check so he was sure felt in control of the situation.
"You don't need to thank me," he assured her, his body very clearly responding to her touches already. He wasn't coming at it from the position of a guy about to get laid. At least, he hoped he wasn't. He wanted her to feel like herself again and to feel in control for even a moment in time. And he wasn't going to lie and pretend he wasn't looking to give up a little bit of control at the same time. It took quite a bit of effort not to push things further more quickly when she unzipped his trousers.