Sweeney had been so caught up in his own side of things; the complications and terror and unsureness. He didn't know where to start until the words just fell out, unceremoniously. He'd never dreamed that she'd find that answer on her tongue. For all that they undeniably share, they'd been mindful to dance around certain things, and even as they'd inched their way closer, Sweeney always thought there'd be a line that she would reach. If he tried to cross it, she would frown and step back, leaving him naked in his clothes. But here they are, and she isn't.
It's his turn to blink, trying to let it all filter through; his mind telling him he heard incorrectly. But then he can't make her statement into a different shape, so he doesn't risk mucking it up with more words.
If he's going to fuck things up, he's going to do it with a deep, hungry kiss.
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Sweeney had been so caught up in his own side of things; the complications and terror and unsureness. He didn't know where to start until the words just fell out, unceremoniously. He'd never dreamed that she'd find that answer on her tongue. For all that they undeniably share, they'd been mindful to dance around certain things, and even as they'd inched their way closer, Sweeney always thought there'd be a line that she would reach. If he tried to cross it, she would frown and step back, leaving him naked in his clothes. But here they are, and she isn't.
It's his turn to blink, trying to let it all filter through; his mind telling him he heard incorrectly. But then he can't make her statement into a different shape, so he doesn't risk mucking it up with more words.
If he's going to fuck things up, he's going to do it with a deep, hungry kiss.