[ Alina meets him eagerly. She is bold in the way she opens her mouth to him. There is no finesse or teasing, she is hungry for him and the affection he feeds her so easily. She wants him to bull his way in between her thighs while clever fingers start making quick work of the buttons of his shirt. ]

You know that night, I couldn't stop thinking about you. [ She pulls back, speaking through panted breaths and half-lidded eyes. ] I couldn't wait for you to get back. I touched myself thinking of all the ways you would touch me.

[ She closes all the spaces between their bodies, feigning a doe-eyed look. Usually she is the one granting him mercy but perhaps she has not been on her best behavior recently. ]

Should I have been good and waited for you?