Afterward, Susan sits on her bed, back against the wall, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle. She pulls Lancelot to her, kissing him once, deep and dirty and still a little shaky, and then eases him down, his head in her lap. Running a hand through his hair, smoothing the lines on his forehead, she asks, "Better?"
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Afterward, Susan sits on her bed, back against the wall, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle. She pulls Lancelot to her, kissing him once, deep and dirty and still a little shaky, and then eases him down, his head in her lap. Running a hand through his hair, smoothing the lines on his forehead, she asks, "Better?"