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[allgotrabies]

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

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[madaboutit]

His lips thin for a fleeting moment when she gestures to the other bed, but it's gone as quickly as it's come.

Sweeney's in no way surprised that she is one with a lot of pillows. She doesn't like being alone. Sometimes one works with what they have. It's probably similar to the reason he sleeps on the floor. It's familiar. Safer.

He offers a small chuckle. "Didn't f'gure ya fer one that keeps dressed in yer cabin," he observes with a mischievous smirk. "Ya gonna put stuff on just fer me ta rip it up?" He doesn't hate the idea, by any means.

[allgotrabies]

She bites her lower lip. "Yeah..." Her toes flex and curl. "You tearing me out of that black skin still gets me. And I don't hate getting dolled up for you." She likes going in with perfect hair, clean makeup, and him leaving her bruised and mussed and sated.

[madaboutit]

He's smile grows wider and devious. Sweeney can't help himself, not with the thoughts she's planting. He cups her cheek and traces his thumb feather-light across her lips.

"That mean yer plannin' some lipstick fer next time ya do?" He takes a moment to press it between her lips suggestively, nudging against her teeth, requesting they part for him in promise of later indulgence.

[allgotrabies]

She ghosts her lips over him, flicks the tip of her tongue against the pad of his thumb, holding his gaze as she does. "Red or pink?"

[madaboutit]

His lashes flutter faintly at the feel of her tongue against him, an echo of a far too recent sensation elsewhere.

"Red." That one's easy.

Something occurs to Sweeney, and he makes an amendment. "'nless 'dolled up' counts fer sundresses." He always thinks it means something posh.

[allgotrabies]

"Sundresses are everyday. I'd want something prettier for you to help me wreck." She brings his hand down along her side. "Maybe even one of those corset things."

[madaboutit]

Sweeney's brow lifts high. Interesting.

"Don't know if I can rip one off properly," he admits. "Those things don't fuck 'round. That said, I certainly wouldn't mind fuckin' ya in one." That's putting it lightly. It's obvious in his expression.

"An' I'm happy ta race the unlacin'." He's wary about cutting it off, given his general incapacity for self-control.

[allgotrabies]

"Corset it is," she can't not with the way he reacted. "And if you can't get it all the way off, well, y'know I like being fucked in my clothes, too."

[madaboutit]

His eyes narrow a touch. "Huh, ya had me thinkin' that was a bit of an annoyance." His brow bounces salaciously.

Much like fucking in public, he's starting to get the feeling she hasn't been completely forthcoming, or she's been changing her mind with him. He hopes it's the latter. That's far more delicious.

[allgotrabies]

It is very much the latter. Sex was always safe with her packmates, and always risky with humans. He's proved over and over again that he isn't out to abuse or humiliate her, and gradually she's come to find excitement in exploring things she wouldn't have touched a year ago.

"Let's just say you could get me to do a whole lot of new things."

[madaboutit]

"Oh really?" Sweeney leans closer, but the position forces him to stay a good distance from her.

"Anythin' I should be aimin' ta nudge ya toward?" He rolls his hips against her just a touch, enough to make a wanton point. "Wouldn't want things ta get too borin'."

He's well aware that she's already far more diverse in her desires than he is.

[allgotrabies]

"Well," she stretches, tipping her head back to expose her neck. "It's been a while since you choked me."

[madaboutit]

"You dirty byrd," he muses with a deviously approving grin. He takes the opportunity she offers to slide his hand down her throat, fitting it nicely without squeezing.

"Enjoyed that well 'nough then?"

[allgotrabies]

"I like it when you pin me, too." Her smile is impish, and she raises her head just an inch into his hand.

[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.