The little bitten-off sound Janet makes would be a laugh if it had a chance to get any farther than it does. She's focused, though, kissing Susan as their mouths open against one another and she can taste the sweetness of the prosecco on Susan's tongue. Once she has half of a single wit about her, she shifts to sling a leg over Susan's, hooking it around her hip, wanting to hold her there in more ways than one.