More? This already felt so good, she wasn't even sure how it could feel any better. But she nodded, not wanting these feelings to stop. Cheyenne's hand under her shirt felt... Dumnezeu, so good, and this was so very preferable to having the girl be furious with her.
"More?" she asked again, still having no idea what that "more" might be. "More," she decided finally. If this felt this good, "more" could only feel better.
"Please, more," she begged, unconsciously slipping into Ancient Greek despite all her earlier efforts not to. "Yes, please."