"I am not that kind of girl. If you don't earn it you don't keep it. I picked that dress just for you," and the playful flirty side of her turns more serious for a second. "I know you wanted white. But I thought, if I was home and going to a party, I'd wear black to try to look glamorous and like I belonged at a big, fancy New Year's party. It's what I would've thought I should wear." A sheepskin.
He lowers his head to purr in her ear, his hands not leaving her side.
"Were ya lookin' fer me ta unzip it?" Just because she asked didn't make it the goal. To be fair, she just may not have considered it either way as long as she ended up naked.
She is satisfied and sore and happy and still he manages to get her to shiver. "If I'd known you tearing it off me was on the table? I would've tried to get you to rip it off me in the hallway."
"All of this." She slips back a mere inch or two, so she can look up at him. "All of this was worth it. No one's ever..." She doesn't want to let herself become emotional right now, but it catches in her throat. "All of this was worth it."
Sweeney's grin widens wolfishly, and he leans back in to nip at her ear cheekily.
"Good. Is fiú duit é."
He presses his cheek to hers, keeping his breath warm against her skin."
"You're worth it."
His head dips so he can lick the Mark playfully, looking to release her from any emotional discomfort. He'd seen the look, heard her voice. It was enough. Plenty. A seed that's hopefully taken root. Everything he'd wanted and more.
"You could get me to do a whole lot just talking like that," she grins, committing that one to memory. She's holding onto as many of his phrases as she can, little scraps of meaning she can pore over when she's by herself and with her own thoughts.
She slides back, taking his hand. In a perfect world where neither of them have any obligations, she could curl up here with him. But in this world he is walking her home, and she gets to enjoy the simple pleasure of walking arm in arm.
"Good ta know," he offers with a grin, his gaze sliding down himself for a moment.
Given his bare chest under the jacket, the grass in his hair, and the general aura of raw fucking about him, he isn't sure if the missing trouser button is the straw that breaks the camel's back, but he had warned Tim. So only time will tell.
Sweeney wraps her hand around hers, starting to lift it to tuck it in the crook of his elbow. But he pauses halfway and looks to her with an unspoken question of 'do you want it like this?' before continuing.
She's as happy to tuck up against him now as she was the first time he walked her home like this.
"We look like we had a good fucking night," she grins, smoothing a hand over her now very mussed hair. She can't stop grinning, feeling jubilant and peaceful and finally satisfied.
"I'm hopin' it's what it says on that label." He grins unabashedly and starts for the door. But a step from it, he stops and turns enough to lift his other hand up. Her key manifests, dangling in front of her face as it hangs from the pom.
She takes it, rubs the key with her thumb. "I'm gonna miss knowing you could just come and go here when you want. Maybe I'll just leave the door unlocked. Meet you here some night when we can't sleep."
She giggles, but a real one and not the playful one she gives other people. "Well I'll come running the second I hear you. Can't have you being lonely."
He chuckles and gets her to the door, waiting in the hall in case she wants to lock it.
"I'll do my best not ta call too often. I know ya got a fair few ta take care of." It's offered with an air of jest, but it is no less true in observation of her other obligations.
Sweeney's brow arches at the term 'woke queen'. Though he doesn't make an issue of it, one can guess he probably doesn't have it in his lexicon.
His gaze skates down the hall.
"Ya may always have time fer me, but that dunn't make all yer time mine." The words are offered with soft insistence. She has many others to whom she is beholden, one of who he will never demand time that should be granted to. The one loved above all others.
Even if he would cast her out for a transgression.
He rests his hand over hers, a small smile in his lips as he tips his head down the way, silently implying 'are you ready?'.
"Walking me home." It's somehow a harder request than asking for extra rounds in the grass. She can fuck anyone, though; she has never been walked home by anyone but him.
Sweeney's smile comes easily, though there's a faint dose of honesty in his voice.
"I'll see ya get it on the regular," he assures her. He can't promise it all the time, of course, but he'll see about getting it for her often. Hopefully, that will be enough.
He flexes to give her hand a squeeze and starts down the hall.
She'd normally fill the space with chatter, but he's worn her into an easy, peaceful quiet. When they reach her door she still kisses him nice and slow, though. "Tonight was perfect."
It's strange to see her so quiet. Not bad, just weird. Like a mirror of the quiet he can find when being with her.
Sweeney answers her kiss, then glances to the door and back. "I'm glad ta be able ta get ya somethin' nice." He lifts his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips trace back down over her Mark. He smiles as his gaze dips to it for a moment before returning to her face.
"Somethin' I hope leads ta other nice things fer ya."
"Gonna make sure you get to share them with me." She wishes she could pull him inside--not in the frantic, lust-fueled way she'd wanted the last few times they were here. She just wants to keep him near a little longer, wants to fall asleep somewhere safe and she feels safe with him.
But he has a warden to see, and she has a pack to meet in a few hours. "Happy New Year."
"You too." He gives a quick nod and tips his head towards the door.
"Ya best be gettin' inside if ya wanna get cleaned up." For Godric. For the others, if she's looking to get a jump on anything. He isn't sure how much she wants to dump on them at one time. A dark welt is a bit different than her reeking of him.
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"Were ya lookin' fer me ta unzip it?" Just because she asked didn't make it the goal. To be fair, she just may not have considered it either way as long as she ended up naked.
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"Guess ya'll know better fer next time." He nuzzles at her roughly.
"That shit is always on the table."
There's a moment before he lifts his eyes towards the ceiling. "Course if I'd done it then, I couldn't have had ya on the grass."
He looks down at her with a tightly curled grin.
"Well worth the wait."
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"Good. Is fiú duit é."
He presses his cheek to hers, keeping his breath warm against her skin."
"You're worth it."
His head dips so he can lick the Mark playfully, looking to release her from any emotional discomfort. He'd seen the look, heard her voice. It was enough. Plenty. A seed that's hopefully taken root. Everything he'd wanted and more.
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She slides back, taking his hand. In a perfect world where neither of them have any obligations, she could curl up here with him. But in this world he is walking her home, and she gets to enjoy the simple pleasure of walking arm in arm.
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Given his bare chest under the jacket, the grass in his hair, and the general aura of raw fucking about him, he isn't sure if the missing trouser button is the straw that breaks the camel's back, but he had warned Tim. So only time will tell.
Sweeney wraps her hand around hers, starting to lift it to tuck it in the crook of his elbow. But he pauses halfway and looks to her with an unspoken question of 'do you want it like this?' before continuing.
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"We look like we had a good fucking night," she grins, smoothing a hand over her now very mussed hair. She can't stop grinning, feeling jubilant and peaceful and finally satisfied.
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"I'm hopin' it's what it says on that label." He grins unabashedly and starts for the door. But a step from it, he stops and turns enough to lift his other hand up. Her key manifests, dangling in front of her face as it hangs from the pom.
"Wouldn't want ya ta be missin' this."
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"I ain't gonna come in here without ya, Trouble. This is yers." He rolls his eyes towards the ceiling, his smile growing a touch.
"If I'm feelin' lonely, I'll stick ta howlin' outside yer door." Sweeney dips down to playfully nip at her.
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"I'll do my best not ta call too often. I know ya got a fair few ta take care of." It's offered with an air of jest, but it is no less true in observation of her other obligations.
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His gaze skates down the hall.
"Ya may always have time fer me, but that dunn't make all yer time mine." The words are offered with soft insistence. She has many others to whom she is beholden, one of who he will never demand time that should be granted to. The one loved above all others.
Even if he would cast her out for a transgression.
He rests his hand over hers, a small smile in his lips as he tips his head down the way, silently implying 'are you ready?'.
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"This is how we should end every night we hang out." Just in case he didn't know how much she likes this part.
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"With a third round of fuckin'? Or me walkin' ya home?"
Realistically, when it comes to Annie, he can never be sure.
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"I'll see ya get it on the regular," he assures her. He can't promise it all the time, of course, but he'll see about getting it for her often. Hopefully, that will be enough.
He flexes to give her hand a squeeze and starts down the hall.
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Sweeney answers her kiss, then glances to the door and back. "I'm glad ta be able ta get ya somethin' nice." He lifts his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips trace back down over her Mark. He smiles as his gaze dips to it for a moment before returning to her face.
"Somethin' I hope leads ta other nice things fer ya."
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But he has a warden to see, and she has a pack to meet in a few hours. "Happy New Year."
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"Ya best be gettin' inside if ya wanna get cleaned up." For Godric. For the others, if she's looking to get a jump on anything. He isn't sure how much she wants to dump on them at one time. A dark welt is a bit different than her reeking of him.