[ Heine rises automatically on his toes, riding Eames' leg with a low groan. When he's able to get his hands on his shirt properly he drags it off over his head and tosses it to the ground.
It does somewhat lessen the smell of cumin, but Heine's already forgotten about that. ]
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[ Heine rises automatically on his toes, riding Eames' leg with a low groan. When he's able to get his hands on his shirt properly he drags it off over his head and tosses it to the ground.
It does somewhat lessen the smell of cumin, but Heine's already forgotten about that. ]
Get on the bed.