Una's answering chuckle turned into a soft moan halfway through, and she stroked the tips of her fingers across Starbuck's ribcage, gently and firmly. "Then I suppose I won't worry too much about doing ... this."

She slid one hand up to cup a soft curve (surprisingly so, almost) and then, as she pressed another kiss to Starbuck's lips, she slid her other hand down, gently.