The light was slowly fading, but Lily Evans was already asleep.
They shouldn't be in here, in this place that didn't belong to them, but it didn't seem belong to anyone at all. The floor was dusty and uncomfortable, but the sunset through the windows did things to red hair that made Severus want very much to reorder it. Only, it would wake her. And he found that he really didn't want to.
He itched to talk to her, to hear her voice, to know what was happening behind those closed eyes.
The evening passed. Her hair changed colors with the sunset until it was cast dark in the twilight.
It was Severus that woke to the touch of her hand, late in the night.