"Camicetta," Asa drawled, reaching out.

"No, no, di più!" came the response. A small hand batted his away, and feet skipped the cheeky smile out of arm's distance.

"Merda," Asa muttered. "Non... Non... Non mi rompere le palle, non mi scazzare i coglioni!" Apparently tonight wasn't going to be easy.

"Camicetta con bottoni?"

Dark eyes twinkled and the head shook in the negative.

He pondered for a few long moments, but finally shook his head with a rueful smile.

Twist laughed, and picked up her slacks, slipping them back on, until the tailored curves hugged her figure. Asa didn't bother to hide his pained expression as the delicate lace of her undergarments disappeared.

Moving back closer, she leaned over, almost laying on top of him. Lips tickled his ears as she whispered, "Pizzo, Asa, camicetta con bottoni e pizzo." A slim hand touched the lace that bordered her low neckline, and slid across her breasts to touch the lace on the other side. "Pizzo," she whispered again, moving forward and brushing the lace across his face.

Standing back up, she put her hands on her hips and waited for him to begin again.

Asa shifted uncomfortably.

"Pantaloni neri," he said confidently, reaching for her waist.

"Di più!" she demanded, stepping back, laughing. She was enjoying teasing him now, more than what would hopefully eventually follow.

It was going to be a long night.