The motion is smooth as he takes the knife and eases it shut, sliding it into his pocket. His eyes stay fixed on her face as she focuses on the task, and they don't dip after she's done and looking up in question.
"Perfect."
Because of course it is. The shape doesn't matter; it's the Intent. It's always the Intent. And both of there's is pure in this. His smile is warm as it spreads.
Sweeney takes her hand and guides it towards him so he can gently suck her thumb.
Her other four fingers fan out, trailing along his jaw while she stares intently into his face. There's something more in the way she looks back at him -- an obvious tenderness and affection that had been growing more and more apparent since her coma several months back and the holidays after when he'd given her the vial of his blood.
They still may not understand what they have together. Or, even what to call it. But, to Laura, it supersedes any word associated with the "L" word. The one that gets thrown around all too often. She is slowly understanding it's more. It's profound and not simply one thing.
"Thank you for asking me," Laura says it quietly, leaning in to kiss the edge of his mouth.
"Thank ya fer havin' me," he manages around her thumb, perching it gently between his teeth while he speaks. With one more slow suck, he slides off of her and kisses the pad more chastely.
"Fer bein' part of me." The words are as tender as his eyes. For at the end of the day, the palisman is a part of him; that's the whole point.
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cw: faint bloodplay?
"Perfect."
Because of course it is. The shape doesn't matter; it's the Intent. It's always the Intent. And both of there's is pure in this. His smile is warm as it spreads.
Sweeney takes her hand and guides it towards him so he can gently suck her thumb.
Re: cw: faint bloodplay?
They still may not understand what they have together. Or, even what to call it. But, to Laura, it supersedes any word associated with the "L" word. The one that gets thrown around all too often. She is slowly understanding it's more. It's profound and not simply one thing.
"Thank you for asking me," Laura says it quietly, leaning in to kiss the edge of his mouth.
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"Fer bein' part of me." The words are as tender as his eyes. For at the end of the day, the palisman is a part of him; that's the whole point.