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[allgotrabies]

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

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[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.

[allgotrabies]

She likes this, likes having him laid out so well for her. There's no music but her movements are fluid enough she doesn't really need it. She stretches, rolling her hips again but this time to settle into a dance she's done for him before. But that was months ago, well before he ever kissed her, back when she had felt accomplished just by having him look at her.

[madaboutit]

So...maybe this was going to be harder than anticipated. At least it wasn't what they started the night with; that would have been utterly unbearable.

As it is, at least it's making things harder. So that's welcome.

Sweeney's fingers flex as he fights to keep the backs of his hands on the grass, his eyes unblinking and never straying from her. He remembers this one, but he'd only ever seen it from feet away. Certainly not on top of him, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin.

He swallows and does his best to focus his breath.

[allgotrabies]

"The first time I did this one," she can't remember if it was the first or second time she danced for him but she remembers this routine. "I wanted you to touch me so much my skin tingled. And I went home and I went to bed and I dreamed about you."

[madaboutit]

The aching in him forces his shoulders to press up to prevent his hips from doing so, his core coiled tightly. He can't seem to will it to relax. Sweeney's elbows start to slide down, leaving his hands next to his shoulders. His neck strains up as he lifts his chin with a suggestion of something between an invitation and a challenge.

"Yeah?" Fuck, he wants to taste her.

"I do anythin' in particular?"

'Cause odds are good, he's happy to oblige her.

[allgotrabies]

"I've got a hammock in the living room," he's seen it but might not remember it, given the last time he was in that cabin. "And in the dream we were trying to figure out how to fuck in it. And we couldn't and it was the most frustrating dream."

To pacify herself she allows herself a moment to grind against him.

[madaboutit]

Well, maybe not something he can oblige her in right now.

He doesn't have a moment to consider it before he has to bite back a whimper. Fuck, she's so warm. Sweeney's hands instinctively lift from the grass, getting nearly a foot up before he pushes them back down. His head tilts back as he wills himself to focus, pulling a sharp breath in. It doesn't come back out.

He tries again, but the words keep catching.

"Think--think ya might. Might want one. In here?" He forces himself to swallow.

"Could always try."

[allgotrabies]

"A hammock, a chair," another slow grind, working to get him hard enough for her to take in. "What else are we missing? What have you pictured doing to me?"

[madaboutit]

Oh, he's pretty much ready when she is. The rest is just delicious torture.

"Fuck, woman." Sweeney blinks, trying to focus.

"Truth told, I don't get ta thinkin' much 'bout the where." He swallows carefully.

"I'd be happy ta take ya on the fuckin' floor." Or in the grass. This is definitely better. Though he'd still welcome the variety.

[allgotrabies]

"No crazy positions?" She takes him in a little at a time, just the tip as they say, pulling back and starting again to see how long she'll get away with it. The real question becomes how long she can stand it which, mercifully for him, isn't long.

She doesn't quite stop dancing once he's inside her though, which allows her to tighten certain muscles around him.

[madaboutit]

His lips are forced tight, muffling the whimpers that beg her to take him already.

Sweeney tries so hard, but she doesn't make it all the way down before his hands are on the tops of her thighs. To his credit, he doesn't push, but his body can't bear the distance.

He can only manage about ten seconds of her dancing before his hands are back on her hips, fighting for the same restraint.

"Call me old-fashioned," he growls, his voice dropped husky.

"On ya, o'er ya, pressin' ya up on something, back on somethin'..." His fingertips sink into her flesh, but he doesn't shove.

"I ain't that picky. 'S long as I end up in ya." He can't help but arch into her in illustration.

[allgotrabies]

She isn't shy about moaning when he does that, and she rocks down into him, pulls back slow, giving him a wicked smile.

"Why don't you show me what you wouldn't let yourself do the last time I danced for you?"

[madaboutit]

Well fuck.

Sweeney's recollection of shit isn't great on a good day. It's worse when there isn't much blood in his brain. Leaves him improvising, which he's guessing will be close enough for her.

He curls up to sitting, then slides his hand up her spine and tangles it in her hair. His grip tightens sharply, and he yanks her head back. Sweeney runs his tongue hotly from the dip of her throat to the tip of her chin, his other hand grasping hard on her hip to keep her in place.

His grip twisting a touch, more from angle than direct cruelty, he bends her back, arching her chest up so he bite roughly at her unmarked skin.

She wants to be purple, he's committed to doing what he's able. And to loving every minute of it.

[allgotrabies]

The sound she makes would have the neighbors blushing if they could hear, a deeply pleasured sound from low in her chest. When he bites her she squirms to get him deeper inside her.

More, please, she would say if she could, but he has her back arched and her head back, so she can only communicate it with eager sounds.

[madaboutit]

He lifts his knees, pressing them against her back, if only so he can get his feet under him enough to continue the arch backward until she reaches the grass and he's left above her. It's not the most graceful of repositionings, but it gets him where he needs to go.

Since he's lost the warmth of her anyways, he continues his mouth's path downward. His fingers loosen, but just a touch. It's less that he's thinking of releasing her, and more that he needs to have better range of motion. As such, he keeps twisting her back as his bites move on and around; her side, her hip.

He shoves her knee open, back to the grass. Sweeney's teeth are rougher as he bites the soft skin of her inner thigh.

[allgotrabies]

That bite hurts in a different way than the others do, it's sharper and earns a yelp and then a low chuckle as her knees open for him. He has her completely at his mercy; the only thing not controlled by the arch of her spine are her hands, with grasp furtively at the grass.

[madaboutit]

That sweet yelp and gifted compliance makes him smile against her skin. Three more bites follow, from just above her knee to her midthigh. All are hard with the promise of deep coloring.

Sweeney draws his tongue in a line up them, then higher still. But before he runs out of leg, he abandons her skin and eases his fingers, allowing her full range of motion without removing his hand from her hair.

He rises above her, but doesn't hurry back in her, just taking a moment to smile down at her wickedly and lick his lips.

"Somethin' like that."

[allgotrabies]

She sits up to kiss him, biting his lower lip hard, pulling him to lay back with her. "Fuck me," she breathes against his mouth. "Right now."

She had wanted him a few minutes ago as she teased him, but now she needs him in a wild, singularly focused way. "Hard, please, Sweeney-"

[madaboutit]

Sweeney smiles at the pain in his lip, content to follow her back down.

At her pleading, he shoves the name back in her mouth with his kiss, promptly followed by the rest of him all too eagerly getting to shoving of its own.

The experience is oddly different facing down the slope instead of up it, and while it may a trick of the mind, it feels like every thrust finds its way deeper. The act catches the frenzy she's begged for, and between his grunts and winces and the clenching of his jaw, his mouth never strays too far. Her neck, shoulders, and chest all bear the brutality of his teeth, and the hand in her hair presses into the grass, pinning her head in place.

[allgotrabies]

She's gasping out soft sounds, and none of it is contrived; she'd struggle to be silent even if he asked. She only falls quiet as release builds in her, all her senses narrowing until all she's aware of is the steady rhythm of his hips and how greedily she wants him.

"Fuck," which comes as a drawn out whisper against his ear as she comes for the second time in a night. Or if you want to be very technical, the second time in what is already a very promising new year.

[madaboutit]

The word evokes a low sound, somewhere between a purr and a chuckle. Sweeney doesn't slow, but he presses a kiss against the Mark as he savors the ripples in the wake.

When he's sure she's good and done, he draws back and up enough to grab her by the shoulder and push, urging her eagerly onto her belly. She barely has time to savor the grass on her skin before he yanks her hips up roughly to claim her again.

Falling back into his pace, he curls to lick a line up her back that finishes on the dark welt below her ear. Sweeney doesn't stray far in the moment, panting and moaning against her neck.

[allgotrabies]

She hooks her toes behind his knees, helping to anchor her hips for him, all of her so sensitive to him she's just shy of overstimulation. She's getting all those grass stains she'd wished for, has them already on her elbow and might even on her back after how he'd fucked her downhill.

"Fuck," she cries again, laughing breathlessly.

[madaboutit]

The feel of her feet securing him forces a wicked grin, and he sets to marking up her back. He doesn't get as far as he'd hoped before his body's had enough. His cry is sharp against her skin, and his fingers claw at her hips, fighting for every last fraction of an inch he can find.

Sweeney feels the need to catch her in the fallout, not wanting to push her forward with all his trembling and spasms. Renewing his grip more forward, his palms over her hip bones, he rest back, towards his heels but not on them so he can keep their bodies from uncoupling. Wrapped over her, he nuzzles tiredly as he fights to steady himself and pull fresh air back into his lungs.

[allgotrabies]

The feel of his beard brushing her skin is somehow the thing that tips this from ecstatically good to ecstatically good with a solid, steady safeness underneath. She kisses his temple and can't speak for how out of breath she still is.

This position needs to be in their repertoire more, she decides. The presence of him over her is exactly what she needed.