[With what? Apacci wondered if he could drive her through such a divine hell with his...toes? But she forgot about guessing when she felt his teeth on her neck. Or maybe it happened before that, when he saw his face. His smile.
Her hand slid under his shirt and her fingers walked up and down on his ribs. She didn't look at him.]
If you want to know it so much than do something useful with that silver tongue of yours, fucker.
[Her face was weary and she didn't look into Heine's face.]
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Her hand slid under his shirt and her fingers walked up and down on his ribs. She didn't look at him.]
If you want to know it so much than do something useful with that silver tongue of yours, fucker.
[Her face was weary and she didn't look into Heine's face.]