[ Sam's touch is something that Sasha has found comforting -- from holding her hand when she is troubled, to the more intimate moments such as this.
Her own lips brush against the bits of skin that she can reach -- the side of his face, his neck his shoulder. At the slightly different sensation on her skin though: ]
Sam? Is that another kind of kissing?
[ Because if it is, she wants to try it on him too. ]