Sweeney's grateful for the reprieve. He swallows as she turns, trying to get his bearings.

"Fuck no," he answers, his voice husky.

“I ain’t gonna fuck ya ‘til I have ya.”

He nudges the back of her knee with his, urging her both forward and onto her knees on the slope of the grass. The act is hurried, but not demanding. He's not trying to force her down, no matter how much he wants to.