When he's able to get his breath under control and his knees to stop shaking, Sweeney pulls back with a wince, and sits all the way back on his heels. He allows himself a deep breath, then bends to place a soft kiss between the dimples of her back.

Swallowing, he pushes backwards so he can lay on the grass with his head on the upward slope while he continues to recover. Without active thought, he pulls the cigarette from behind his ear and struggles to dig for his lighter. Managing to light the damn thing, he takes a deep drag, resting a moment before offering it to her without bothering to look up.