Emerson watched as she finished taking her shirt off and took a moment to admire the upper half of her body. "It's all right," he said, trying to assure her -- and himself, to a degree. His eyelids fluttered a little as he felt Reed starting to tease the sensitive skin around his lower stomach and tilted his head back momentarily, taking in a soft gasp as his body responded to the familiar touch. It soothed him as well as stimulated him, and made him able to move forward.
Opening his eyes, he looked to Felicia again and slid one of his hands around to her back. Very lightly, he trailed his fingers down the curve of her spine to her lower back, and caught the zipper of her skirt between his fingers. He lightly tugged, pulling it down. But again, left it up to her to remove it. He returned his attentions to Reed's neck, nibbling at the pulse point and arching into his touch.