Letting his fingers skim up and down his wife's bare back, Emmett felt little shivers where she touched him-- on his chest, shoulders and scalp. Rosalie's touch always sent those thrills right through him. It was one of the reasons they were so infamous for acting like eternal newlyweds. He nodded. "Yeah, we didn't like whatever act was on stage, and figured that with all the acid people were tripping on, they'd never notice us." Emmett's hands slid down to cup Rosalie's barely-covered ass. "I don't remember when they started applauding, though."
He leaned in and returned her kiss, pushing his tongue over her lips before breaking it to shake his head. "You'll always be my angel, Rose, and don't you forget it," Emmett told her, moving his hand to cup her chin, rubbing a thumb against the porcelain perfection of her skin. "The fact that you don't mind getting a little devilish with me is just the icing on the cake."
His free hand tugged on the string keeping her top on and untied the knot.