Sweeney's snarl catches and comes out more as wince. His fingers twist tightly, clenching the sheets as he tries to give her what time he's able. He knows it won't be long, not with her taunting him like that. Soon enough, his hand will be on her shoulder to steady himself, then another will seek her hair as an anchor.

It's all downhill after that. He'll pushing her head down before trying to yank her up onto him so he can shove the rest of her back down again. But she's taking, and he's doing his very best to give.

He forces his head back onto the pillow, eyes pressed shut to try to focus. Of course, that only gives him the one thing on which to do so. Sweeney's toes flex as he works to keep his breath slow.

Give her time.