Leaning forward to meet him angled him inside her in such a way that she shuddered, moaning into his mouth. As one of her hands gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her in turn, her other hand skimmed over his skin greedily - taking in the texture and heat of it. She slowed briefly at one of his scars - one of several she'd seen already - but only long enough to trail her thumb along the ridged skin gently.

And then that word from his mouth - her mind fogged as it was, it took her a second to realise it wasn't the translator, it was him. She paused, eyes flickering open to look at him, her eyelashes brushing his face. His accent was always attractive, but that made her want him to groan things at her in her language all the more often. More than that, though, it was the emotion of it that tightened her chest, made her breath catch.

A pause, and then a wide smile broke over her face, and she brought both hands to cradle his face to her and she kissed him deeply.

"I..." It was hard to stay coherent - she slowly lifted her hips off his a little, only to to sink back down and grind against him in a way that, along with his fingers stroking her, made her gasp a deep, shuddering breath. "I need to...to teach you a lot more."