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[allgotrabies]

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

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[madaboutit]

"Mmm." The hum is accompanied by a discerning lift of his brow.

"You sayin' yer lookin' ta open me up?" he inquires with a touch of suggestion. Sweeney's running the numbers while he still has enough blood above his waist to do so.

[allgotrabies]

"I'd feel bad if I did," she confesses, reluctantly drawing back. "But it means I'll want you even more when you're healed."

[madaboutit]

Sweeney's surprised by her hint of withdrawal. Not that it's bad, just unexpected. She's always...eager. But there's a realization and a sense of pride on her behalf for her making the choice to restrain herself against her wants, understanding there will be deferred rewards, and they'll come a fuckton faster if he isn't ripping his stitches open on the regular.

The brief flicker of confusion yield to one of respect, and his eyes linger on hers. His hands slide from her back to rest on her hips.

"Well, might not be quite as pent up as a month'll do, but I'm 'xpectin' both of us will make the most of the fruits of our waitin'." His grin grows a bit wicked, but he doesn't pull at her.

"Is fiú duit fanacht."

[allgotrabies]

She tries to place the words but the meat of it doesn't surface. She draws her finger along his jawline. "What's that one mean?"

[madaboutit]

A wolfish curl takes to the corners of his lips. His hands squeeze the flesh of her hips, though there's no pure wantonness in it.

"You're worth the wait."

[allgotrabies]

"Tryin' to be," she murmurs, forehead resting on his. "I'm gonna get dressed before I cave."

[madaboutit]

Sweeney nuzzles against her forehead in answer. He doesn't want her to, of course, but he also knows it's what's best for both of them.

"Don't s'ppose ya'd be willin' ta toss a Fellow his trousers on the way."

[allgotrabies]

"Do I get to take 'em off next time?" Giving him her most winning smile. "I'll make it worth your while."

She does, however, climb off of him and give him his clothes. Including the new shirt.

[madaboutit]

"Not gonna promise anythin'," he answers cheekily, taking his clothes with an appreciative tip of his head.

It's not a yes, but his inflection implies there's a decent chance it might turn out to be one. Neither of them will know for sure until the time comes.

[allgotrabies]

"Well, in that case," she leans against the door to take a long moment to appreciate the sight of him naked.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney rolls his eyes good-naturedly. He takes his time to rise and slip them on, giving an extra bounce to get them over his hips so he can get everything tucked away.

He slides the braces up over his shoulders, but doesn't bother with the buttons before he crosses to her. His voice is low and warm.

"It's not so bad is it?" His eyes give a brief dart down him and back up, implying his clothes. "I can still fuck ya plenty well in 'em."

[allgotrabies]

"I have no complaints," she assures him, smiling. Her eyes are careful though. "But when you do just... don't run off right away."

[madaboutit]

His tongue slides over his teeth, and he takes her hand. Sweeney presses it flat against him, to cup him where his buttons should be fastened. He lowers his head so he can speak against it.

"I ain't runnin'."

[allgotrabies]

It's a small comfort, but she'll take small comforts readily. "Walk me home?"

[madaboutit]

"Course." Sweeney leans back enough for her to see his genuine smile. A moment later, one brow arches mischievously and both hands lift to press against the door on either side of her, penning her between them.

"Don't s'ppose ya'd be willing ta get those buttoned up fer me." There's a pause and a dramatic eye roll before his gaze returns to hers. "Don't wanna be scaring the neighbors."

[allgotrabies]

"I'll try," she teases. "But I'm better at getting these off."

She can't help teasing him through the fabric as she does him up one slow button at a time.

[madaboutit]

He prefers the unbuttoning as well, but it's exotic to have her work them in the opposite direction. It makes Sweeney twitch, his breath catching. His lashes flutter a few times, and his weight leans into the door as he chases after her hands.

"'ppreciate it," he murmurs. And he does.

[allgotrabies]

She nuzzles against his neck. "This is me wishing you a really, really fast recovery."

[madaboutit]

Sweeney steps forward and bends his elbows to pin her against the wall with a firm upward grind of his hips.

"This is both of us wishin' fer that."

[allgotrabies]

She gasps softly, arching up against him. "I want you. Remind me how to say it right?" She wants to hear it in his accent, in his language.

[madaboutit]

One corner of his mouth curls tighter. He's pretty fucking sure she knows this one, so he makes sure he offers it low and guttural.

"Ba mhaith liom tú."

He allows himself a slow inhale to savor the scent of her.

"An' I do."

[allgotrabies]

Her playfulness isn't all an act all the time. But her humor is more muted than she'd like people to think. She gives him a wicked, happy little grin and nips his lower lip and giggles. "One more time, I gotta hear it just one more time-"

[madaboutit]

His grin widens when she nips at him, and his gaze darts down to her lips before returning to hers eyes. Sweeney's mouth hovers without kissing her but his breath still finds her skin as he purrs.

"Ba mhaith liom tú." He exhales with invitation. "Ba mhaith liom tú i gcónaí."

[allgotrabies]

She's kissing him before she can quite stop herself. In her defense she breaks it before she decides to pull his hand off the wall and between her thighs. "You gotta walk me home or I'm going to undo those buttons."

[madaboutit]

Sweeney's caught up in the kiss, and he doesn't realize what she's doing until she's done it. The feel of her skin makes him inhale sharply, as if threatening to pull the breath from her mouth.

It takes him only a moment to understand, and the devious grin sets back in. He shifts his hand and shoves up against her. Not in her but roughly enough to urge her on her toes.

"Who says ya won't do it when we get there?"