He sucks his tongue for a moment, hesitation lingering.
"Tonight's been...fuckin' sublime." Sweeney's utterly sincere. "An' I'm so lookin' forward ta gettin' back in ya when I'm able." It implies a desire that he understands the need of reprieve before indulging.
"But b'fore. I told ya if there was somethin' botherin' me, that I'd be open with ya 'bout it." He kisses the top of her head.
"I...I'd rather ya not use that name. When we're fuckin'." There's no resentment or obligation in the request; it's just a simple confession. Sweeney squeezes her against him with hopes she understands that there's no problems between them.
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"Tonight's been...fuckin' sublime." Sweeney's utterly sincere. "An' I'm so lookin' forward ta gettin' back in ya when I'm able." It implies a desire that he understands the need of reprieve before indulging.
"But b'fore. I told ya if there was somethin' botherin' me, that I'd be open with ya 'bout it." He kisses the top of her head.
"I...I'd rather ya not use that name. When we're fuckin'." There's no resentment or obligation in the request; it's just a simple confession. Sweeney squeezes her against him with hopes she understands that there's no problems between them.