Sweeney wriggles his hands between them, nimble fingers making fast work of unbuttoning his shirt. The last is barely done before he's tugging it off his shoulders so he can abandon it behind him. His kisses are hot but brief, a speckling of eagerness while he sheds his braces and peels his tank off, leaving it to join his shirt.

Task seen to, he kisses her more properly, pulling her head up to meet him for a long moment before turning his hands' attention to her jeans. Grin wide, Sweeney's set to button and zipper without bothering to figure out her shoes. At least her legs are between his so the yank to come won't be hindered by his body. He's not always great at order of operations. But he certainly is making up for it with enthusiasm.