"Don't you like it?" Christina asked, her fingers sliding up Donna's body in their close quarters, one of her hands coming to the large gem that rested just slightly above where Donna's cleavage began.
"A lot," Donna nodded, and Christina knew, with the way she was being eyed just so, that Donna was no longer talking about the thieved bit of jewelry. "You just don't have to steal me something every time you want to get me pressed up against the side of building, is all."
"Mmm… I know," Christina muttered, her lips trailing a path down Donna's neck. "It's just a good excuse to."