[ This is just unbearably cruel and vicious. Elle is gorgeous, and Robb's girlfriend, and clearly sadistic enough to enjoy watching him squirm about getting caught. He sucks his head and pulls up his pants (careful not to give her another eyeful from under the pillow), before smoothing his tee down and drawing his knees up so she doesn't have to look at the softening bulge in his boxers.

... Which is a shame. He'd set himself up for a really good orgasm, too. ]

Better?

[ Emery's smile is still hopelessly bashful, although he does seem to be calming down just a touch. It must be the pants. ]