They hold hands, gaze at the baby, steal a kiss.

His hand stole between their bodies, coming up to curve around her breast.

He was saving that hand for the crucial steal a few hours later.

And the hand she had so long kept hidden behind her back stole forth slowly into view.

Her hand stole around his waist and she leaned into him.

Her hands stole around his chest and drew him close.

Her soft hands stole over him, searching for hidden weapons.

His hands stole to her waist as she moved faster.

He started when her hand stole across to his forearm.

Then one hand stole to the crucifix on her breast.