... and rubbed it some more, and scooted a little closer on her pail, still rubbing... gently, and edging closer still, until she really was very close indeed, and let her hand fall nonchalantly down the curve of Sam's shoulder and in towards her...
Sam stiffened. "Vala, what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm comforting you?"
"That's COMFORT?"
"Oh yeah," Vala mumured, nuzzling and caressing.
"Stop it!"
"Don't you want to be comforted?" Vala whinied, snuggling and smooching.
"Get off Vala. Don't you understand? I'm saving myself!"
"Ever hear of practise first?" Vala mewed, tickling and teasing.
"Let go of my boob! I'm straight!"
"Are you sure?" Vala snickered, grappling and groping.
Sam's eyes rolled back in her head. "Well... uh... I thought I was... ooooh... don't..."
"Is that comforting?"
"... stop..."
"What did you say, Sam?"
"Don't..." Sam's eyelids fluttered and closed.
"Don't what?
"... stop..."
"Say again?"
"Don't stop!"
"Got it... " - and then, all of a sudden and much to Sam's frustration, Vala did stop.
Sam's eyes shot open. "Why the hell did you stop!"
"I heard something. Someone moaning."
"That was me you frickin idiot!"
"No! Outside the door!"