[One hand squeezes his hip when he warns her, her other hand trailing her nails against his skin with a bit more pressure - not enough to leave a mark, but enough for him to feel it as a counterpoint. She swallows and takes a moment to slowly slide her mouth off of him. Her mouth quirks in a grin as she moves up to stretch out on her side next to him, her hand resting on his stomach.]
Well, you know how I like to have dessert when I have Russian food.
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Well, you know how I like to have dessert when I have Russian food.