"It might not be the best mood lighting in the world, but I've seen worse; hell, I've done worse," Jolene said, throwing a scarf over the room's only lamp and examining the resulting dim orange glow before turning to appreciate how the light caressed the curves of Sarah's face, from the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth to the slowly rising arch of her eyebrows. "At least this time it's an LED bulb," she explained with a wry laugh in response to Sarah's unspoken but very obvious request for her to elaborate on that last part of her statement, "so I don't have to worry about starting a fire like when I tried this with a halogen lamp back in college."

"You shouldn't be so quick to jump to that conclusion," Sarah said, no longer trying to hold back her smile, "because it looks like you might be kindling a fire," but when Jolene turned to check the lamp, Sarah caught Jolene's face in her hands and, with a mutter more to herself than Jolene of, "dammit, I was trying to make a 'this is hot' joke," pulled her in for a very welcome kiss.