Janet sinks into it, slow and heated kisses down the curve of Susan's shoulder. There's so much shoulder to get her mouth on, and she's always liked how Susan is so responsive, how it's easy to tell when she likes something. She stops there, at the edge of Susan's top, and then straightens to grin at her. "Do you want to get out of here?" If nothing else, she should probably not distract Susan too much when her cat is still loose.