He felt his body superheat when Emma grabbed his hair. He responded to it but running his freed hand over her stomach, teasing her with his feather light touch as he stroked her lips with his tongue. His other hand found itself on her lower back, pressing her against him. He let his body act on its own. It seemed to know what it wanted to do.<br/><br/>"I won't leave you alone." He whispered huskily, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead to hers, "I'll protect you with everything I have."<br/><br/>He pulled away, bring her with him as he set her in his back with her back again him. He started to kiss her neck and one hand came to rest on her stomach just below her belly button and the other on her chest along the curve of a breast. He was stroking those spots with agonizing slowness, almost as if he was asking permission. He wasn't gonna lie, he was nervous as hell doing this. But at the same time, he felt more confident than he did nervous. It was the confidence that won out though.<br/><br/>'Come on, Emma. Tell me what you want.' He thought, seeing if she understood what he was saying with his actions, 'I won't know unless you tell me.'