So...maybe this was going to be harder than anticipated. At least it wasn't what they started the night with; that would have been utterly unbearable.

As it is, at least it's making things harder. So that's welcome.

Sweeney's fingers flex as he fights to keep the backs of his hands on the grass, his eyes unblinking and never straying from her. He remembers this one, but he'd only ever seen it from feet away. Certainly not on top of him, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin.

He swallows and does his best to focus his breath.