She sweeps the palm of her hand down her bare back and leans in close, her mouth near her ear.

"Oh, sugar," she purrs, her breath oddly cool, "you've gotta think outside the lab once in a while."

And she kisses her, lightly, just under her ear at her pulsepoint. Pam's lips are also cool, but soft, as she follows the smooth slope of her jaw.

"If at anytime you want me to stop...I probably won't. But tell me anyway."

She smirks between kisses.