[ She really needs to do something about that combat suit of hers- it's such an inconvenience sometimes. Still, she feels his fingers skim along her hip, and she hums in appreciation.

She flexes her fingers, letting her nails scrape along his chest. ]

Did you miss me that much? [ Her voice has dropped a little lower, and she glances up at him through her eyelashes ] Laying in your bed all alone, did you think about me? Did you close your eyes and imagine me, straddling your hips, my fingernails digging into your skin, my tongue tracing the contours of your collar bone-?

[ The more she goes on, the more breathy her tone becomes, though there's no denying the wicked edge there either. She presses close, her hips against his ] Did you dream about fucking me? About how warm and wet I am, about how amazing it feels to be inside me?

[ She smirks, something blazing behind her eyes ] Do you want to be inside me, Peter?