The feel of her feet securing him forces a wicked grin, and he sets to marking up her back. He doesn't get as far as he'd hoped before his body's had enough. His cry is sharp against her skin, and his fingers claw at her hips, fighting for every last fraction of an inch he can find.

Sweeney feels the need to catch her in the fallout, not wanting to push her forward with all his trembling and spasms. Renewing his grip more forward, his palms over her hip bones, he rest back, towards his heels but not on them so he can keep their bodies from uncoupling. Wrapped over her, he nuzzles tiredly as he fights to steady himself and pull fresh air back into his lungs.