You want me to say it? [There's a husky laugh as she straddles him, her touch lighter now that she's got him where she wants him, but still her fingertips press down on his skin. She bends towards him, lips ghosting over his cheek.] You know I'm no good with dirty talk. But if you insist-

[She smiles against she shell of his ear and inhales, air hissing between her teeth, and then finally, in the lowest, sultriest of whispers:]

I suggest you stick it up your own ass.

[And then she's off of him, off the bed, draping a duster around her shoulders, and before she's fully tied it around her waist she's out the door, slamming it shut.]