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[allgotrabies]

Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

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[madaboutit]

Trixy minx.

His dimples cut deep, and his grip firms. Not to cut off her air, but certainly enough to give the illusion of helping support her weight. He slides his tongue slowly over his teeth. Sweeney's gaze wanders down her and back up, his eyes remaining unblinking.

"Sounds like I should get ta mendin' up in short order. Get on what I should be gettin' on."

[allgotrabies]

"We'll celebrate you being all healed up. I'll come up with something exciting." She's watching him, albeit with a lazy smile, eyes half closed in pleasure. She's the one who tends to bring in new elements, he's easier to please, but she has plenty of ideas she's sure he'll appreciate.

[madaboutit]

"Oh, of that I've got no doubt, Trouble that ya are." His lashes flutter as his eyes slip skyward. Sweeney's focus returns to her, brow playfully lifted.

"You gonna let me get fixed all the way up first? Or is it one of those 'good 'nough is good 'nough' type things?"

[allgotrabies]

"Depends. I wasn't you all healed up, but the way you get me riled up..." A soft, pleased sound in her throat.

"No, I really am gonna wait till you're better. Can't put me up against a door or a shower wall if you're in stitches."

[madaboutit]

He chuckles down at her.

"Well, it inn't that I can't. Just probably shouldn't." Sweeney's lips press briefly, but it doesn't lessen his grin.

"Tiff already had an eyeful of your handiwork. Doubt she wants ta deal with me constantly comin' in 'cause I can't keep from shovin' my prick in ya."

[allgotrabies]

"Will, for her sake I'll behave," she laughs.

"You having as hard a time keeping your hands off me as I have letting my hands off you makes me pretty happy though. In case you didn't know."

[madaboutit]

Of course he does. It makes her smile, her true smile. And that delights him all the more.

Sweeney pulls a slow drag, holding it as he speaks. "Good ta hear it dunn't just mean I'm a tedious lech."

He releases his breath, letting the smoke drift between them.

[allgotrabies]

She turns her head to nip his hip. "Not tedious. I never get sick of you." Another nip, soothed by a kiss. "If the lech thing means you think things about me that're half as dirty as what I think about you though, I'm not complaining."

[madaboutit]

He wriggles a touch at her nipping. Chuckling, he taps his ash and takes another drag.

"I dunno..." Sweeney pulls the word out with a smirk and quick eye roll. "Yer pretty dirty. Don't know if I can match yer halfway," he teases.

[allgotrabies]

"Oh! You say that but I remember how you were the one time I wore sweatpants and you couldn't get your hand between my legs." She trails her hand down her stomach.

"Maybe I just need to rub off on you."

[madaboutit]

One eyebrow arches high, his smirk lingering.

"That so?" Sweeney's free hand slips lightly down the center of her chest, slowing its way as it dips just past her navel.

"Pretty sure I could've," he notes cheekily. He pulls slowly on the cigarette, his eyes not leaving hers.

"Pretty sure I can get my hands anywhere on you I want." There's the faintest hint of suggestive warning.

[allgotrabies]

"Yeah?" Her back arches as his hand moves. "Where are you thinking you want your hands?"

[madaboutit]

"Mm." It's a low hum of momentary consideration. His hand stops and rests flat against her, ​just short of the goal.

"What I'm wantin'...it should wait 'til I'm back ta fightin' form."

[allgotrabies]

"Yeah," tracing the outline of her hand on her stomach. "But you should tell me what you're thinking. Just so we know what we're missing."

[madaboutit]

"Well..." He settles in, as if he was going to lay out a story, though the preface is all that's offered.

"How ya feel 'bout wrestlin'?" His brow lifts with cheeky suggestion.

[allgotrabies]

"I'm really good at wrestling," telling him like sharing a secret. "Clothes on to start with?"

[madaboutit]

The corners of his lips curl as he glances up for a moment.

"I thought ya might fancy me rippin' them off ya." His grin goes wide as he looks back down to her.

[allgotrabies]

"You know what I like," she all but purrs with approval for the idea. Their fucking is always rough, and the idea of adding a little more spice to it is enticing. He doesn't treat her as if she's breakable, and she doesn't have to pretend she's afraid to get messy.

Again she thinks of her big bed, how soft it is and how delicious the juxtaposition of it and Sweeney's rough touches would be. She won't press, but it's a longing.

And she certainly doesn't mind it happening in her cabin, on the grass, amid her beloved flowers. (She's named each of the potted plants.)

[madaboutit]

His nose scrunches in a mischievous snarl, even though he can't get close enough for any follow-through.

"Not hard when I like it too." As much as she appreciates his roughness, he appreciates her enjoyment and embracing of it in kind. Sweeney isn't afraid to hurt her; he knows she wants it, and if she doesn't, he's given her a voice to say such. He just hopes she'll use it if she needs to.

[allgotrabies]

She squeaks in delighted, playful fear, and if he was any closer she would have kissed him. He's not so instead she wraps her arms around his. It pulls at the sentimental parts of her and, without thinking, she murmurs, "I'm glad you're here. That I met you and that you're here."

All of this would be so much harder without him.

[madaboutit]

At her confession, Sweeney sobers some, and his gaze remains on hers. Lifting his hand, he holds the remaining bit of his cigarette between his fingers so he can trace a line with his thumb from the point between her brows up over the crest of her hair. He tone is soft.

"I'm glad ya came back. Ta me."

That night, he wasn't sure she would. But she did, and he's grateful for it.

[allgotrabies]

"Long as you want me to, I'll keep coming back." It might not always be easy. In fact it will probably rarely be easy. Come the right port, one without the uncertainty of the Barge, she honestly isn't sure how she'll drag herself back on board. But she knows that she will, that she doesn't need to know how to know that she'll figure it out.

[madaboutit]

He pulls a last drag, holding it as he quickly flicks the embers loose from the rest and lets it fall to the carpet.

His newly-free hand catches her up, cradling her head as he lifts her, his other hand abandoning her belly to support her back so he can kiss her warmly, the smoke caught between their lips.

[allgotrabies]

It's sensual and unexpected. Her hand is in his hair, and she feels the warmth of the smoke as it trails between their lips and across their cheeks and up toward the ceiling. The way she kisses him then is unhurried; she's savoring it because she can, it's safe to do so and he'll let her.

[madaboutit]

There's no push as they stay in the moment; he's content to hold her and have her. Sweeney lets her define the pace, her need. It's a dance, and he enjoys the give and take. Even in this small thing, she's asking for what she wants, and that delights and excites him.

He shifts slightly, allowing a more comfortable angle, should she want to have more options for control of positioning.