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[allgotrabies]

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

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[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.

[allgotrabies]

She kisses him the way she hasn't really allowed herself to before. Usually it's a means to get them to the next level; this time she just wants to enjoy it, to feel the heat of his mouth against hers and how soft his lips are when they're rarely soft together.

[madaboutit]

It's certainly odd for him, because yes, kissing is an accent not an activity. There's the risk of tenderness, and subconsciously, he's still wary of that.

Unsurprisingly, he seeks to make things a bit easier, and after indulging her for a bit, he taps her thigh without breaking the kiss, silently urging her to straddle him to make the act more comfortable.

[allgotrabies]

She slides onto his lap and breaks the kiss there. It's for his sake rather than hers; she can sense a hesitance there. "Still being nice to your back."

[madaboutit]

"You best be," he pokes with a smirk.

Sweeney's brow lifts suggestively. "Though if ya keep squirmin' too much, I can't promise I won't try ta convince ya ta do otherwise."

Catching her by the back of her head, he pulls her back to his lips. He's not looking to discourage her, he just knows how he is, and this is the best way for him to give her as much kissing as she wants.

[allgotrabies]

Earlier she had felt the ugly thoughts in her mind dissolve as he'd growled Gaelic at her. Those thoughts haven't returned, but as she kisses him the lingering bits of ugly feeling finally break away and lift. If it is only for this moment she's still grateful for it.

"You spoil the fuck out of me," she murmurs against his mouth.

[madaboutit]

He grins, his tongue taking a moment to slip over his teeth.

"I think ya kinda like it," he purrs with a flick of its tip up the center of her upper lip. "An' I like when ya get ta wantin' things fer you. So...occasionally I like ta do those things," he pokes, his dimples are deep as he kisses her briefly, not hotly, just a capping note of his words.

[allgotrabies]

"I'm learning to," she giggles softly, fingers stroking through the hair at the nape of his neck. "You gonna let me keep spoiling you?"

[madaboutit]

"Hmm." The sound of consideration rattles in his throat. "I'll think 'bout it," he teases, then rests his forehead to hers. His words grow more sober and soft.

"I'm workin' on it."

It's hard for him in his very nature, but he is doing his best to grow.

[allgotrabies]

"I know we're getting me away from people pleasing." And there' earnest gratitude when she says it. What she wants might not amount to a lot, but he puts a priority on it that matters a whole hell of a lot to her. "But I think both of us doing things for our, y'know. Wilder natures, means good things for both of us."

It certainly lets her continue exploring what being a real wolf is about. And Lord knows she loves seeing that same clever, feral edge in him.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney turns his head enough to nuzzle his temple against hers, before he settles his lips near her ear.

"I'm s'spectin' it's easier fer both of us ta be selfish when we're wantin' the same things." There's a logic to it; people-pleasing while getting what you would ask for if you could. An easy gateway to wanting.