There's the quietest little catch of air in Susan's throat at the sound, and she pushes her hand back until she's cradling Janet's head with it, fingers spread, pushing through her hair. She deepens the kiss then, running her other hand down the warm skin of Janet's back, feeling the little creases slowly fading where her bra band dug into her back and the dip of her waist; she stops at the curve of Janet's ass and the brush of her lace underwear, and tucks her fingertips just under the waistband.