Warm skin and taut muscle under her fingers, neck still tingling almost, the brush of fingertips on her face, that look on Starbuck's face—

So much for self-restraint. (He'd have laughed, probably. And that thought was so very much not up for consideration right now.)

Una slid her hand up further under Starbuck's shirt to her back. Pulled the other woman close and kissed her mouth again, harder this time, almost hungrily.