The afternoon sun slanted in the windows behind Muriel's back, warm through her robes and highlighting a square on George's chest that was interrupted only by the mussed outline of her own silhouette. She lifted her free hand to touch his sun-dipped skin, watching the shadow of her hand reach him first, and the clear polish on her nails glinting in the light.
When he touched her cheek she looked up at him. His breath was hot against her cheek but the kiss was gentle - taking his time. Muriel felt her eyes close and her fingers tighten around his when he spoke.
"Mm, yes," she murmured. She wasn't sure if that was assent or not. She didn't know whether it was healthy, given the events of her afternoon, but Merlin she wanted to be young with him here in this bed.
"Please. Yes."
Did this mean she was going to have to let him go?