Yeah? Keep making those sounds and I think I'll be okay.

[Her back arches at his touch and she coils over him like a cat, tilting her head and letting her hair fall to the side like a curtain. She says it again, slower this time, eyes locked on his, emphasizing the accent and drawing out the syllables. Я так хочу тебя.] ... And I totally hate pants right now. штаны. There. Still hot.