It had been years since Ann had been held like this: Arthur had been gone only over a year but post-sex... let's just say she'd been in need for a while and was reluctant to take a lover. Now with James holding her and their breathing matching the other's, Ann felt nice. Despite the fact he was a Slater he was being rather gentle with her and she held him as tight as she could in her rather delicate state.
Eventually her legs gave way and she lowered them down, finding her feet to stand but she didn't move away from him. This could be wrong on so many levels and it was scary but it was good to just savour the moment for now. She pressed her forehead against his, his body cooling under her touch.