God, the things she does to him. Even after, the diligence; both mercy and torture as she rocks against him. Sweeney's head falls back heavily, his body content. The rattle in his chest is a chuckle that's too tired to fully manifest, but his smile isn't subtle.
"I'll take the compliment, but I'm pretty sure you did the heavy liftin'," he teases, draping his arm around her and delicately moving her hair to allow some cool air against her skin.
"This time, yeah," she reasons. The both of them know he takes the lead most times and she's not complaining. It was nice to show him how much she appreciated him. Something she was used to doing for her sexual partners more often than not.
Laura gives him a smirk and lowers her head down, cheek pressing against his chest and gives herself a moment to come back to reality, which she very much doesn't want to do.
"Stay with me tonight?" she asks without looking up. It didn't even matter if they slept on the floor like they usually did.
"Course I will." Sweeney murmurs the words into her hair before kisses it. He doesn't want to be anywhere else. Big bed, big sky, and her pressed against him. His hand shifts so he can trace his fingertips along the back of her shirt-covered arm.
"Seems a pity ta have ya swimmin' in this thing all by yerself," he teases.
A few seconds later, and he squirms a touch, nestling a cigarette between his lips and digging for his lighter before executing the precarious lighting with one-handed grace. He sets the lighter on the nightstand and pulls a deep drag. Holding it, he offers her the cigarette.
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"I'll take the compliment, but I'm pretty sure you did the heavy liftin'," he teases, draping his arm around her and delicately moving her hair to allow some cool air against her skin.
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Laura gives him a smirk and lowers her head down, cheek pressing against his chest and gives herself a moment to come back to reality, which she very much doesn't want to do.
"Stay with me tonight?" she asks without looking up. It didn't even matter if they slept on the floor like they usually did.
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"Seems a pity ta have ya swimmin' in this thing all by yerself," he teases.
A few seconds later, and he squirms a touch, nestling a cigarette between his lips and digging for his lighter before executing the precarious lighting with one-handed grace. He sets the lighter on the nightstand and pulls a deep drag. Holding it, he offers her the cigarette.