[ It wouldn't be the first time she'd heard the musical language, though of course she'd no idea what it meant. Nor did it seem to matter, in the end. Her name was a recognizable tune, and for now, that was enough.

She shudders as he sinks deeper, groaning and gasping and biting her lip. Five in the morning is no time to start alerting the entire third floor that you're getting fucked, one might figure. Though her level of care on the subject was quickly dissolving with the growing burn in her belly. Evidently she was a lot more worked up then she'd initially thought. All the better to have her arms around his toros, holding him to her so she could curl herself, let him hit home with a near-perfect angle.

Where her name stood out amongst myriad of music and alien language, his stood stark amidst a chorus of gasps ans growing moans. ]