And that answer was casual enough not to make it uncomfortable.

Drawing back from Una's neck, Starbuck stared at her, running fingers across one eyebrow, the bridge of her nose, tracing her mouth. She parted her lips, and though she didn't say anything, her meaning was hopefully clear. So are you.

With her other hand she tugged one side of her shirt up, slipping the fabric from under Una's fingers until the contact was skin on skin at her waist.