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[allgotrabies]

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

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[madaboutit]

The guilt trapped in him eases a touch at her forgiveness. Her kiss is answered freely, not one of urgency, just meeting her in act. Sweeney cups her cheek in the moment, not protesting when she rests back down.

He nuzzles her head at her confession.

"An' what was that?" His voice is soft and supportive.

[allgotrabies]

"He was asking questions about the pack. I told him I don't want outsiders around us when we're together but he should come watch a dumb movie with just me and Godric." An exaggerated sigh. "I told him what I wanted to see. He insisted his movie tastes were better and so we're going to watch a horror movie."

She hates horror movies. "It's Japanese and artsy so I'm definitely gonna look like the dumb blonde in the room. I should get really drunk for it."

[madaboutit]

Fuck that asshole.

Sweeney pushes up with his far elbow, urging her onto her back. Rising enough to get back over her, he sits on his heels and tugs gently, trying to get what's left of her dress slid over her head so he can toss it haphazardly over his shoulder and onto the carpet.

He slides the supporting bracer off his shoulder to let it hang with the other. Bringing his lips to her chest, he draws soft lines upward with his tongue, accenting them with tender nips. When he gets to her collar bone, he presses the words against it with delicate kisses.

"He's a pretentious cunt. He thrives on makin' folk feel like that." Sweeney raises up to look directly in her eyes as he perches over her.

"I told ya, yer still gonna need those skins. Ain't you failin'. It's you adaptin'." He quirks a small smile. "What ya did, it weren't fer him. It's 'cause ya love Godric, an' Godric has shit taste in the prick he wants inside him."

[allgotrabies]

God his tongue has her squirming under him, has her breathing a little deeper, but it's what he says when his eyes are on hers that really settles into her.

"I didn't want you to be disappointed in me," she confesses, very quietly. And he isn't, and the relief of it--she's been worrying for almost a week now--is staggering.

[madaboutit]

His eyes soften. His chest aches at the thought.

"Annie," Sweeney's voice is barely above a whisper. "You don't owe me anythin'." He bends to kiss her, feather-light, before he lingers, hovered above them.

"I'm in yer corner. We're lookin' at that mountain. It's a slippery piece'a shit, but I'm behind ta catch ya. I'm not gonna let ya fall just 'cause ya gotta take a step back ta get yer bearin's."

Another kiss, and he leans up just enough to let her see the supportive quirk of his smile.

"We can camp where we are as long as ya need b'fore we start up again."

[allgotrabies]

She does owe him, though. Not because she's in his debt, but because he's earned so much of her respect and affection. She owes it to him to be worthy of the faith he has in her.

"I like the parts of me that you know." Which is an odd way to say it but he knows her doubts about there being many pieces of her left. The things he sees in her, things she maybe doesn't see herself, are what she wants to hold onto. "I want to be better because of you."

[madaboutit]

Sweeney nuzzles his temple once against hers.

"I want you ta be better 'cause of you too," he pokes gently. He softly kisses the Mark, and his tone sobers.

"I like bein' what I am with you. That ya let me be what I need ta be, knowin' that you need it too." He bumps against her head a bit more firmly.

"That ya let me see ya naked...you don't know what that means ta me." He peeks up at her with a small, quirked smile. "Makes me feel like I can do somethin' good, still bein' myself. Helpin' me, helpin' you."

[allgotrabies]

"You are one of the best people I know. One of the best I've ever known." And how she loves that smile on him.

"Now that you're officially pack, if anyone argues with me about it, I get to bite their face off." She clicks her teeth playfully, and nips his lower lip. It's all a gentle disguise for how steady and how strong her feelings are running. "I really don't know where I'd be if you weren't here."

[madaboutit]

Not anywhere good.

He could argue the point about being good for her, but he lets her have it. Maybe he is to her. And he can accept that. He takes her lip between his teeth, a bit firmer but quickly releases it.

"Don't think I'd mind watchin' ya do that," Sweeney offers with a with a bit of a lecherous glance downward, even though the angle doesn't leave much for him to see.

After a beat, he looks back up to her, more serious.

"I know ya don't need me to. An' I know I prob'bly shouldn't. But I ain't gonna lie 'bout wantin' ta break Dorian's face fer makin' you feel like that."

[allgotrabies]

Here is where she realizes that because Sweeney is nominally friendly with Dorian, she had assumed her discomfort wouldn't matter all that much. Not enough, certainly, for Sweeney to feel any particular way about it.

"Fuck that's sexy," she breathes, and it is but it's more than that. It's just so much harder to put into words what it's like to have someone protective of her feelings instead of simply her body. "Kiss me."

[madaboutit]

Sweeney's lips curl wide and wolfish at that, and he cradles the back of her head, lifting it only a touch off the grass, but enough to secure when he honors her request.

It starts warm, not delicate, but it promptly urges stronger. Just because his body isn't ready to claim her again doesn't mean he doesn't long to have her.

[allgotrabies]

She brings her knees up along his hips and realizes they both need a little more time to recharge. When she breaks the kiss she's in a brighter mood, reassured again.

"If I show you like, the first minute of my talk with him, would you tell me if I was just being oversensitive? Because I could be. I get that way sometimes, all the people here who went to Harvard when they were in diapers or whatever."

[madaboutit]

Oh, this piece of shit. If Sweeney wasn't already feeling ire at Dorian, he sure as fuck is now.

Sweeney draws back with her lip trapped between his teeth, firm enough to stretch it, but not so rough as to hurt her. He arches a brow and releases it.

"If ya like." He offers a small roll of his eyes. "Though I already know that ya had a right ta be pissed. That cunt lives ta rub folk the wrong way." He pauses, then tips his head in concession.

"Though I s'ppose fer Godric, it's just the right way."

He glances down unnecessarily as his hand lowers and twists to run up the inside of her thigh. It stops short of the prize, obviously, given he's in the way, but nevertheless, his intent is genuinely wicked.

"Too bad fer him I ain't interested in his knob."

[allgotrabies]

"I really honestly go for free love, people should fuck people, friends should hook up with friends, whatever. But," hooking her heels against his back. "I am so glad you're into me and not him. So I don't have to pretend with you."

Of all the things she loves about this, the fact he embraces the serrated edges of who she really is has to be the thing she would fight hardest to keep.

"It's just... Every guy he's into treats me like that. Archer doesn't anymore, I'm cool with Archer. But every other guy he fucks thinks I'm a goddamn idiot. And whatever. I'm not winning any prizes, I know. But they all let me know they think I'm a moron and I don't..." Goddamn it. "I don't know why."

[madaboutit]

"Well." The word is sharp, accented by a firm grab of her hip, his fingers sinking roughly into her flesh pressed against the grass. His gaze is devious as it lingers on her face, and he gives a playful tug towards him.

"E'en if I were a fuckin' pillow-biter, he wouldn't be my type. Neither of 'em. But 'specially not any cunt that'd treat ya like that." Sweeney nips at her lip.

"Guessin' they just wanna show ya that Godric was wrong in choosin' you. That he shouldn't be bound ta you. Which is fuckin' bollocks." Even Sweeney wouldn't say that in opposite, and he has plenty of valid reason to hate Godric.

"Just wantin' ya ta give him up so they can have what he's givin' ta you."

[allgotrabies]

That, that soothes her. Well, the words and the way he looks at her. Someday, she thinks, maybe she'll feel this strong and this capable without needing the reassurance. In the meantime she soaks it in like she's parched.

She trails her fingers up and down his back, gliding over where her nails cut him earlier. "Fuck, I'm glad I have you." A note of wonder in it, because she still doesn't fully understand how she managed to end up here in this perfect space with him.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney shivers at her touch, at the electricity of welts caressed just so. His grin widens.

"Good." He gives a curt grind of his hips against hers, his fingertips digging deeper the second go round.

"'Cause I'm plannin' fer ya to at least a few more times b'fore ya leave."

His body is already considering it, his bristling about Dorian not hurting its case for why he should take her again. She's craved. Needed. Worthy.

[allgotrabies]

"Oh you'd better," grinding up against him. "You had me thinking about you last thing before I fell asleep, first thing in the shower, every day this month. We have," kissing him between words. "So much time to make up for."

It feels remarkably similar to having a broken bone snapped back together, to finding that she might be a little more whole than she'd realized. She feels like herself right now: wanted, and not for the fan dance she presents.

[madaboutit]

Fuck, she feels so good when she wriggles like that. Of course, those images she's painting don't hurt either. He's pretty confident he's ready to start heading towards where they're looking to go.

Sweeney's breath begins to deepen, and his hand lifts to cup her face. His gaze dips to her lips and back to her eyes with hints of yearning.

"Know we ain't got that chair." He traces his thumb slowly across her lip, his attention slipping to it as it does. His eyes finds hers again with an arch of his brow.

"But ya wanna give it a go anyways?" He's not talking about dancing.

[allgotrabies]

She turns her head ever so slightly into his hand, touches the tip of her tongue to his thumb as it traces her lip.

"Hell yeah I do." She's so used to having to hold herself back the second she gets to this point, thinking about riding him, craving the sounds she can draw out of him. But it's a new year and she can have him as many times as they want and oh, God, does she want this.

[madaboutit]

He offers the faintest of nods and a quick flick of the tip of tongue up over her lips, before he pushes up and off her. As Sweeney settles on his back, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his trousers and shoves them down over his hips. The grass is cool on his freshly-bared skin.

His eyes are keen on her, savoring each movement, even when she's not yet on him.

[allgotrabies]

Again she thinks of him naked, and again contents herself with what he's willing to share. She straddles him, running her fingers along his hips, the tops of his thighs.

"How's this?" She hasn't settled her weight on him. Instead she's teasing him, rolling her hips and brushing against him.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney shivers and his breath catches. Even in asking for something, one can't really prepare for getting it.

"Very convincin'," he offers, one dimple sinking.

His hands lift, ready to take her hips, but suddenly he isn't sure which game they're looking to play. So they hover a couple of inches away from her skin, and his brow lifts in question as to if he's supposed to not be touching her.

Sweeney's sure he's going to end up winning either way.

[allgotrabies]

"Hands off," she purrs, but she makes full use of being able to touch him with her hands, raking them through his hair and along his shoulder where her teethmarks show.

This would be easier if his trousers were all the way off, but she's worked with less.

[madaboutit]

He accepts the terms, moving his hands away, but then there's the dilemma of where the fuck he's supposed to put them. Sweeney rests them in the grass at his sides, but at the tingling sensation she's already nudging through his skin, her quickly realizes that grabbing it isn't going to stop him from doing shit.

Sweeney lifts his hands again, not to her, but perpendicular to the ground where his elbows are resting. He swallows as his focus dances anywhere but her while he does his best to calculate a solution. He considers resting his head on them, but has another spark of inspiration.

The movement is slow and deliberate, far from natural, but he manages to rest his hands back slightly above his head. Not nearly close enough to cross or press both with one hand, but nevertheless, a very new and somewhat uncomfortably vulnerable position.

Try things that are unfamiliar.

He doubts this was on the list when the advice was given, but it is no less apt.