He offers the faintest of nods and a quick flick of the tip of tongue up over her lips, before he pushes up and off her. As Sweeney settles on his back, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his trousers and shoves them down over his hips. The grass is cool on his freshly-bared skin.

His eyes are keen on her, savoring each movement, even when she's not yet on him.