"I'll take what I can get," he said as his fingers twirled absentmindedly through her hair. He struggled to admit that this, right here, was beyond anything he'd hoped for, but there really was little point in hiding it now.
"Oh, I have. I have a very narcissistic shrine dedicated to the glorious image that is my ass, although..." Emerson reached down to grope at hers. "It's seen less worship since a certain someone came to stay here."