Susan kisses him, and then twists her head so that she can brush another kiss across his fingertips. She doesn't want to pull away from him in the process of getting up, even for just a few moments. Still, though, she steels herself and eventually rises, trailing a hand down his side as she does. She doesn't get up, though, just sits pressed against Lancelot's side as she leans over to retrieve a hairbrush from her bedside table so she can start working out the tangles that have formed across the - frankly - marathon sex they've been having today.