Susan shivers at Lancelot's touch on her cheek. It feels like it's been forever since someone touched her like this, even though realistically it has only been a few short weeks. Longer than she's used to, but then she's been distracted lately and eligible men seem to be in shorter supply here.

She kisses him fiercely, then breaks away, gasping, long enough to say, "It hasn't been very long, for me; you'll have to tell me if you don't want-"