Though he understands the requirement, the loss of her on him still leaves his body protesting. At least until she urges him forward. One hand braced on the door, Sweeney rocks against her. It accents the ache in his belly, and his free hand slides her hair over her shoulder, that he might get his mouth on the base of her neck.

But then the door opens and he has to straighten so he doesn't stumble in, and the effort is abandoned before he gets to complete it. Sweeney follows her in, but promptly lifts her straight off the ground and steps forward until he can kick the door closed. He beelines for the bed and carelessly throws her on it. He quickly sheds his jacket, letting it fall on the floor before he sets to the over-shirt beneath. His gaze never strays from her and his goal.