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[allgotrabies]

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

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[allgotrabies]

And how she loves his eagerness.

"Don't lose that bead," she laughs, and rolls them over. When she's straddling him she lifts her shirt up and off, showing off a tattoo on her ribs--a less perfect version of the one Godric gave her--and two solid silver bars through her nipples.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney makes no protest about her getting on top, and he's all smiles as she starts to undress. But the sight...it catches his breath in his throat. It takes a moment for him to find it again.

"Oh, Trioblóid." He gives her a shrewd smile of approval. "Very nice." Sweeney can't resist giving one of the bars a quick tug. "Still hurt?" He pokes, clearly delighted as his grin goes wide again.

[allgotrabies]

She squeaks when he touches them but it's all in play. "Good pain. Almost tickles if you're gentle." She does not mind if he's not gentle.

She leans down to kiss him as her fingers go to work on his shirt.

[madaboutit]

He catches her by the back of her head to hold her in the kiss a while longer. When he breaks it, he speaks hotly against her mouth.

"An' when have ya e'er known me ta be that?"

Sweeney releases her so he can push himself up enough to shrug off his braces and help her pull his shirt over his head. He casts it carelessly off to the side, and his hands are already back tugging at her, his mouth just as hungry to get back on her skin. The spice of her hair is complemented by the sea air and it leaves him in raw craving to have her.

His eagerness barely grants her the opportunity to notice the new tattoo tucked along his ribs beneath the outside of his left pec; a simple pattern of small horizontal lines along a long vertical one, opposing chevrons capping each end.

[allgotrabies]

She muffles a sound against his mouth, and is all too happy to let his mouth explore her skin.

The tattoo is fresh enough that when her thumb touches it she notices and glances down. "Ooh, what's this?" Gently tracing it.

[madaboutit]

It's also fresh enough that he forgets it's there. The question causes his mouth to stutter on her skin, and he forces his head back in effort to look down. It's an instinctive act, and by the time he can complete it, his brain's caught up.

"A reminder," he mumbles hurriedly, ready to get back on the path they were traveling. Even without enough blood in his brain, Sweeney knows that answer isn't going to be sufficient enough for Annie.

"Means 'bird'."

Explanation completed, he's got his hand back in her hair, and he's trying to pull her into his hungry kiss.

[allgotrabies]

"I like it." And she is absolutely going to pester him with questions, but at some point later, when she isn't busy reacquainting herself with how it feels to have him fucking her speechless.

But first a queenly request. "Get naked, the sheets stopped smelling like you a week ago."

[madaboutit]

His affections pause and he leans his head back, his eyes keen on hers. He looks to be debating, though the smile doesn't completely abandon his lips. After a couple of seconds, he concedes but with a caveat.

"I'm keepin' them on tomorrow," he warns her. His grin spreads devious, and he's already bumping his boots loose so he can kick them off while his hands drop to his trouser buttons.

[allgotrabies]

"You got yourself a deal," she grins, and wriggles down between his knees to help tear his clothes off.

Most of their sex still happens partially clad; even her clothes tend to stay mostly on. Especially when they're on the sea--too many things can go wrong, best to be able to just pull some clothes up and on and get to fixing the problem. So when they're docked, she loves having him--all of him--in her bed.

"Ba mhaith liom seo." She's always grateful when he indulges her.

[madaboutit]

"Ansin é a ghlacadh," he growls in challenge, eager and wanting.

He has no doubt that she will, but it's hot as fuck to watch her do it. Sweeney's up on his elbows looking down to her, poised to see how she'll have it. Knowing that she can take what she wants without instinctively trying to calculate what would make him happy instead makes every moment more delicious.

[allgotrabies]

She rakes her nails--light but enough to leave faint pink traces--along his stomach and hips, using her tongue along his length as a soft counterpoint. She has never stopped enjoying teasing him, but now that she trusts him when he says he wants her to go after what she wants, it's different: more unpredictable, more suited to her whims.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney's snarl catches and comes out more as wince. His fingers twist tightly, clenching the sheets as he tries to give her what time he's able. He knows it won't be long, not with her taunting him like that. Soon enough, his hand will be on her shoulder to steady himself, then another will seek her hair as an anchor.

It's all downhill after that. He'll pushing her head down before trying to yank her up onto him so he can shove the rest of her back down again. But she's taking, and he's doing his very best to give.

He forces his head back onto the pillow, eyes pressed shut to try to focus. Of course, that only gives him the one thing on which to do so. Sweeney's toes flex as he works to keep his breath slow.

Give her time.

[allgotrabies]

She doesn't keep him waiting too long. She pulls her head back with a smirk and straddles him, sinking down--but taking only the head of him in.

"Show me how you missed me," she purrs.

[madaboutit]

Fuck woman.

He isn't sure if this is better or worse. It's probably both. There's no way to avoid his hands snapping to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise as he yanks her down when he thrusts up to meet her. His jaw's set tight, and his eyes are fixed on her. Sweeney will let her take her time on top, but that hardly means he won't be taking while she does.

[allgotrabies]

"You must've missed me more than this," she says, around a pleasured whimper. "A fháil ar dom."

[madaboutit]

She doesn't have to tell him twice.

One arm secures around her waist as the other sets to pushing them up so he can roll them back over. A half a breath later, and he's shoving roughly while his mouth finds her throat and bites hard. Sweeney's muscles roll his shoulders, and once he's settled, his thrusts are more even, if sharp and vaguely-controlled. He wants there to be some form of intent in the act before they both just fall into primal want and urgency.

"Níos fearr?" he growls against her skin, his lips pulled back in a wicked grin.

[allgotrabies]

"Sea," she groans, fingers in his hair, one hand on his shoulder, anchoring herself so she can push down onto him as he drives up into her. "Na stad-"

[madaboutit]

The words only drive him on more hungrily. Fuck, how he's missed her. Missed this. Her neck and shoulders will be a patchwork of purple tomorrow. He can't do that with any whore. He can't lose himself and find himself in the same moment like he does when he's inside her.

Sweeney's pace builds, the roughness in the act something he's always happy to give her. He wants to fill her and devour her and just have her.

[allgotrabies]

She used to keep herself composed with him--with anyone she fucked--but she hasn't in over a year now. With him she's unabashed and vocal, growling against his shoulder or crying out when he hits just right just the right number of times. When she comes though, she's always silent, unable to so much as breathe through the pleasure.

She loves when she comes first, when she can be lightheaded as he continues on.

[madaboutit]

He loves it too. All of it; that she's loud enough that the crew of the ship (and possibly the neighboring one) knows just how much she's enjoying herself, her silence telling only him how much more she is in that moment. But most of all, he loves the tight grip and wake of ripples wrapped around him. It's never too long before he follows suit.

There's wincing and snarling before the kick, and he's left trembling and twitching after. Sweeney does his best to avoid collapsing on her, but it normally just leaves him propped on an elbow, nuzzling and nipping at her neck as he pants against it.

"No other trouble like you, Trioblóid," he murmurs, willing his breath to slow.

[allgotrabies]

She's grinning, stroking his back in slow, long circles. "Fuck, I love coming back to you." She loves the way he leaves her so sated she can hardly think of moving, she loves the smell of him and his voice, and how alive she feels with him.

[madaboutit]

"I love ya comin' in front of me too," he pokes with a tired grin, rolling off of her and pulling down a cigarette. There's the pause of lamentation his trousers are lost, but with a bit more focus and a flick of his wrist, he's able to find the lighter and set it to good use.

Sweeney takes a long drag, holding it as he offers the cigarette to her.

[allgotrabies]

She laughs and takes up her familiar, favorite spot with her head on his shoulder and one of her legs draped over his. "No one has smokes like these."

[madaboutit]

"Aye," he agrees with a tip of his head. The last port had left him with gigantic leaves, and he's all too happy to cut it down himself.

Sweeney squirms around her enough to get a second one lit, and with the task completed, he settles back into things, his arm wrapped around her nudging just a bit closer. It's something lost and half-remembered. A comfort he's forgotten to forget.

"That's the real reason ya keep comin' back," he teases, clearly not meaning a word of it.

[allgotrabies]

"Yup," she grins back. "Just this. A good smoke after a good fuck."

Life here is hard. But next to the hell of the Barge this is heaven, every pleasure here heightened by how precious and precarious it is. Death is real here. It waits around a lot of corners, and they have some say in how it comes. Today, she chose to live. Today, she decided to get up and live another day, so she could come back to Flotilla to see Sweeney.

Every choice is delicious in its purpose.