Re: Side Rooms: Emerson and Piper
Emerson gave her a wary eye when her voice took on that tone. He looked down at her, finding it hard not to let his imagination wander. Especially in that silky thing they called a garment.
"You want cigarettes?" he asked. "You do anything for cigarettes?" For a second, he let his eyes narrow as he stepped toward her, close enough to where their bodies were almost touching. He seemed a different man in that moment as he reached up, touching one hand to her cheek. He remained there, gauging her reaction for a few moments.