Oh, and he definitely likes to be touched, Russian quickly becoming a new favorite language if she's going to go on using it like that. His breath becomes gasping and shudderingly deep by turns - his body is as responsive to her as a finely tuned fiddle, and there isn't a darned thing he could do to stop it.

As if he would want to.

His only, barely-held-onto thought is to return the favor, to make this as shatteringly pleasurable as she's managing to do for him... though that's a bit of a tall order. The one good thing, at least here, of being a doctor... anatomy is never difficult. He doesn't need a fully functioning brain, thank goodness, for his fingers to slide, delicate and probing, to mimic against her clit the motions of her hands on him.