Every part of the experience leaves her with precisely what she's been longing for so long that she'd forgotten what it was like to feel that deeply. Everything was such a contrast; every inch of her skin burned on fire, but the cool air hit her sweat-slicked skin and made her tremble under him. Her hands grip the sheets so tightly they loosened and gathered around her head, but she couldn't get over how relaxed she felt. Then there was a simultaneous feeling of being high. Only she couldn't believe how clear her mind felt.
She releases her teeth from his arm. A few moments later she sinks the rest of the way down into the blankets and turns her head slightly, murmuring softly. "Yeah, we can do that again."
Maybe not right at that moment, but soon. Very soon.
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A slight hiss escapes when her jaw shows mercy, and he flexes his fingers to encourage the blood back into the divots she's left behind. Sweeney shifts stiffly to get his forearm off her back, pushing first to hands and knees before steadying enough to straighten to bring his hands to her hips. He waits there for a moment, letting them both prepare before he withdraws with a wince. The cool air is not welcome after the warmth of being inside her.
Sweeney flops on his back next to her, pulling down a cigarette from behind his ear.
"An' twice on Sunday," he manages, the words still ragged.
Sweeney digs in his pocket for his lighter, his intent to see it lit and the first drag savored before offering it to her.
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Still reeling from the occasional aftershock, Laura buries her face in the covers while slowly sliding her knees back down to lay properly. She stays there with her eyes closed for a few long moments, relishing in the way her body feels and how raw her lower half feels.
"Only twice?" Laura smirks, pushing up on her elbows. Taking the offered cigarette she pauses before taking a drag. "I don't know, those are some pretty magical fingers. You might have created a monster. A greedy one."
He can't resist a low chuckle as he pulls down another cigarette from behind the same ear and lights it. Sweeney doesn't bother clarifying the saying, just savors the drag before letting his head loll to the side to look at her.
"Now that's a monster I'll happily kept well-fed," he pokes with a lopsided smirk, twisting enough to reach over her and run a single fingertip lightly from her sternum to a few inches beneath her navel before it abandons her skin with temptation and promise.
"Bein' inside ya is..." How can he put it? Sweeney isn't sure, so he tries again.
"Feelin' ya coil 'round my fingers is a high I ain't lookin' ta quit. Yer fuckin' sublime." And he means it. He looks back to the ceiling so he can take a drag.
"So anytime you're look ta get that itch scratched, you just let me know. I'll be there with fuckin' bells on."
How does a girl not take that as a compliment? More, how does a girl not react to that compliment without breaking into a bit of a blush? Laura seems to be able to hide it behind the plume of cigarette smoke she's just exhaled,
"How about we just say that will probably be whenever you're around," Laura glances his way and shifts a little closer to press her naked body against his side. "Or I can set up a schedule of all the people I'd like to punch on this fucking piece of shit vessel and we can just meet here."
"Mmm." He purrs in consideration while squirming just enough to playfully mirror her, both of them settling into sweaty contentment and a haze of tobacco.
"Don't tempt a Fellow," he pokes, closing his eyes. Sweeney takes a slow breath savoring the moment before his thoughts work backwards along the path to the inciting incident.
"Wonder if Steve'll give ya a hard time 'bout it." His eyes open and stare at the ceiling. "Can't imagine he would. Given how Malcolm walked outta the thing."
Her smile says she absolutely plans to tempt him. Any chance she can get.
Watching him, she takes another drag and shrugs one shoulder up. "I guess I'll find out. I can see him asking why I did it, but with Malcolm already having a few incidences of people attacking him on the Barge and in his own world, it probably won't come as a surprise.
"Hm?" It takes him a second to catch up. "Punch Malcolm?" Sweeney's answered his own question, and as such, he doesn't delay in answering hers.
"Nah." He makes a shrug of a shoulder that crinkles the sheets a bit more.
"Told her I did it. Told her why. Told her the matter was settled." Sweeney steals a small drag, holding it while he recalls the thing.
"Know she talked ta him. He wasn't lookin' ta press charges or whate'er." Nestling the cigarette between his lips, he rolls his wrist and flips out a plastic ashtray to rest on his abdomen for both of them to use. Sweeney promptly does so.
"Honestly, think she gets more pissed that I don't wanna fight 'bout folk bein' cunts ta me first. Normally, don't bother tellin' her if I get in a fight unless a Warden's on the other end of the thing." He peeks at her.
"Not like there's a fuckin' point if no one dies."
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She releases her teeth from his arm. A few moments later she sinks the rest of the way down into the blankets and turns her head slightly, murmuring softly. "Yeah, we can do that again."
Maybe not right at that moment, but soon. Very soon.
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Sweeney flops on his back next to her, pulling down a cigarette from behind his ear.
"An' twice on Sunday," he manages, the words still ragged.
Sweeney digs in his pocket for his lighter, his intent to see it lit and the first drag savored before offering it to her.
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"Only twice?" Laura smirks, pushing up on her elbows. Taking the offered cigarette she pauses before taking a drag. "I don't know, those are some pretty magical fingers. You might have created a monster. A greedy one."
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"Now that's a monster I'll happily kept well-fed," he pokes with a lopsided smirk, twisting enough to reach over her and run a single fingertip lightly from her sternum to a few inches beneath her navel before it abandons her skin with temptation and promise.
"Bein' inside ya is..." How can he put it? Sweeney isn't sure, so he tries again.
"Feelin' ya coil 'round my fingers is a high I ain't lookin' ta quit. Yer fuckin' sublime." And he means it. He looks back to the ceiling so he can take a drag.
"So anytime you're look ta get that itch scratched, you just let me know. I'll be there with fuckin' bells on."
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"How about we just say that will probably be whenever you're around," Laura glances his way and shifts a little closer to press her naked body against his side. "Or I can set up a schedule of all the people I'd like to punch on this fucking piece of shit vessel and we can just meet here."
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"Don't tempt a Fellow," he pokes, closing his eyes. Sweeney takes a slow breath savoring the moment before his thoughts work backwards along the path to the inciting incident.
"Wonder if Steve'll give ya a hard time 'bout it." His eyes open and stare at the ceiling. "Can't imagine he would. Given how Malcolm walked outta the thing."
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Watching him, she takes another drag and shrugs one shoulder up. "I guess I'll find out. I can see him asking why I did it, but with Malcolm already having a few incidences of people attacking him on the Barge and in his own world, it probably won't come as a surprise.
Did Maggie give you a hard time when you did it?"
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"Nah." He makes a shrug of a shoulder that crinkles the sheets a bit more.
"Told her I did it. Told her why. Told her the matter was settled." Sweeney steals a small drag, holding it while he recalls the thing.
"Know she talked ta him. He wasn't lookin' ta press charges or whate'er." Nestling the cigarette between his lips, he rolls his wrist and flips out a plastic ashtray to rest on his abdomen for both of them to use. Sweeney promptly does so.
"Honestly, think she gets more pissed that I don't wanna fight 'bout folk bein' cunts ta me first. Normally, don't bother tellin' her if I get in a fight unless a Warden's on the other end of the thing." He peeks at her.
"Not like there's a fuckin' point if no one dies."