When her mouth starts down, his instinct is to rock up, grinding himself in a single stroke. It makes him inhale sharply, and then he remembers the parameters established. Sweeney kisses her jaw and nips her ear before wriggling his arms beneath her back to wrap her up tightly against him.

The shove of a heel puts some oomph behind the roll, and he comes to rest on his back, sucking the moisture from his lip as he looks her over.

"Yer right, it's a really nice view." And he hasn't even looked up yet.