[Moans in response, kissing her deeper after that, sliding his hand over her back again and along her side and stomach, and up to brush over one breast, fingers tugging a little at her bra-strap because what he hates these things and why is it still on]
Emma... [Breaks the kiss and rocks his hips up a little, staying close to her and brushing a few brief kisses against her mouth] I may be in need of some hands-on assistance, love. [Traces his thumb along her collarbone and, yes, he's an idiot who smiles at his own puns. This is what you signed up for, Emma.]