Well, that signal was pretty clear, wasn't it?

The hand on Starbuck's shoulder moved up to her jaw, more assurance in the touch now, and Una leaned forward, her lips just brushing the other woman's cheek.

Considering they were neither of them entirely sober, this was perhaps not a terribly good idea. Except for the part where it really was. Just one thing that could be uncomplicated. God only knew she needed that.

"Have you ever—?" Quietly, almost a whisper.