Her eyes watch as Sweeney removes the clothing from her lower half, and she can't help but smile at the way he looks at her on his way back up; appreciating her as if she was the only woman on the barge, even if she was still mostly covered by her shirt. It's what makes being with him different every time. He lets her be anything she wants to be, worshipped like a goddess or respected for the violent storm she has proved herself sometimes to be.

Laura wraps her arms around him and when he brings her closer she holds on tighter, pushing herself into his pelvis and letting go of a pleasureful sigh at the feel of his rough whiskers against her skin and the way it turns her on even more.

Hooking one leg over his hip, one of her hands slides higher up on his back and presses into his skin as her head falls to his opposite shoulder so that she can drag her lips to the edge. From there, she grazes her teeth down and then presses a soft kiss to the top of his chest.