Laura isn't as spent as she may look and though her body relaxes as if she's done and there's nothing left in her as far as energy goes, she is far from done. When he shifts them again, she buries her face into the mound of the blankets that she had pulled into disarray when she landed on the bed. Her hands slide up over her head and grip the fabric as if they were some kind of lifeline.
A wail breaks the silence of the room when he slams into her, and Laura feels as if she's about to be ripped in half with how deep he goes right away. Most women draw the line well before now, but she was a moan away from begging for more.
"Fuck you," she provokes, wanting him to do more. Her attempts at reaching back and sinking nails into some patch of his skin fail miserably, so she uses her voice instead. Another loud moan. "Fuck. You."
She wanted to feel everything in the morning; the bruises and bites and the pounding he was giving to her without any protest from her.
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"Fuck me?" he growls, stilling as he leans into her, watching her writhe as he keeps her filled, snatching at the air. God, he can feel her in his blood, giving purpose to his rage, entwining it with ceaseless hunger.
Sweeney knows the danger of it, putting himself in harm's way, but isn't that the most delicious part? The welting and bruising and blood, reminding him he's not dead yet. And that's only found in her arms' reach. He curls over her, his hand releasing her neck so he can brace his forearm across her shoulders. The other slips beneath her and latches roughly to her nipple, tugging it as he snarls in her ear.
"Fuck you."
With that, he sets into her, his thrusts cruel and unrelenting as their pace builds and steadies. He doesn't know if he wants to claim her or break her or die inside her.
Laura's breathing picks up, her aim to evoke in him something so primal and hungry was rewarding. This is the kind of chase she wants and had been searching for so long for. This is what makes her feel her heartbeat in her ears and the blood surging through her veins. Each individual shiver and every goosebump that assaults her body over and over again with every new thing he does to her.
That's right. You're not dead anymore. Feel him. Trust him. Let him remind you.
Her head drops forward and her bottom lip drags loosely from his wrist up his forearm. Keeping still isn't possible but she reaches behind and pulls him closer, as if it will do anything while her other holds her balance in the blankets.
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Her hunger is overwhelming, and the rest of the world is collapsing around them. He shoves his free hand lower to the place they meet, taking the feeling of each stroke as a promise that this is real. He's inside her, and her body is begging for it. It doesn't matter if she's tender or swollen, it seems a waste of the trip to not rub her roughly at the same time. Before he abandons the effort, he gives her a quick flick, aimed for the most sensitive piece of her.
Sweeney anchors briefly on her hip, to steady himself, and the clench of his fingers is certain to leave neat bruises in the arch of their tips' contact. He fights for focus, not ready to yield yet, not when she's so clearly wanting. The thought of leaving her unsated is anathema. Sweeney stutters a touch, and wraps forward, finding the coloring swath of skin from her throat to her shoulder presented in offering. He licks and bites and bites, groaning into the flesh pressed between his teeth.
He wants to devour her and be consumed in the same moment, raw and aching and here.
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Four long fingers dig deep into the top outer part of his thigh, sinking further every time she lets out a yelp because of something he does to keep her reacting. Oh, she wants it all until they no longer have any strength left in them to continue.
But she is far from being done and that much hits her when her body once again starts that steady exhilarated climb back up, this time far quicker than the times before.
Her lips press to his forearm, teeth dragging before settling in one spot distractedly while every nerve sends word back to her brain and all the delicious pain that he was inflicting registers. And then like a match to gasoline, another climax explodes and Laura bites down viciously.
As if she read his mind.
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Her nails in his flesh makes him hiss in short bursts each time his momentum forces them deeper. The pressure of her increasingly tight grip around him only has him trying to fuck the victory out of her, and he commits to the effort with wild abandon. The relative softness of her mouth on his arm has his scalp tingling, lulling him into acute awareness, and he doesn't see the bite coming. Or her.
The yelp doesn't have time to blossom before he grits it into a snarl, but by then he's already tripping over the intensity in every nerve, all screaming and burning to just let go and live in the fire. Or at least die trying.
Sweeney can't help but yield himself to her with a purer cry as he shutters and rocks forward for every fraction of an inch he can steal. The shift in his weight forces more onto Laura's shoulders, pushing her further into the bed. But he couldn't avoid it if he wanted to, and he's far past that sort of wanting. There's only her and her pink flesh and clear eyes and vibrant Life wrapping around him in more than one place.
For a few seconds he just hangs in that white, quiet space before the pounding in his ears finds him again. Then he's panting against her skin, slick and salty with exertion, willing his heart to slow. Another moment passes, and he turns to place a delicate kiss on her neck, just below her ear.
Sweeney doesn't know what the fuck that was, except needed and craved and Them.
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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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A wail breaks the silence of the room when he slams into her, and Laura feels as if she's about to be ripped in half with how deep he goes right away. Most women draw the line well before now, but she was a moan away from begging for more.
"Fuck you," she provokes, wanting him to do more. Her attempts at reaching back and sinking nails into some patch of his skin fail miserably, so she uses her voice instead. Another loud moan. "Fuck. You."
She wanted to feel everything in the morning; the bruises and bites and the pounding he was giving to her without any protest from her.
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Sweeney knows the danger of it, putting himself in harm's way, but isn't that the most delicious part? The welting and bruising and blood, reminding him he's not dead yet. And that's only found in her arms' reach. He curls over her, his hand releasing her neck so he can brace his forearm across her shoulders. The other slips beneath her and latches roughly to her nipple, tugging it as he snarls in her ear.
"Fuck you."
With that, he sets into her, his thrusts cruel and unrelenting as their pace builds and steadies. He doesn't know if he wants to claim her or break her or die inside her.
Maybe all of them at once.
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That's right. You're not dead anymore. Feel him. Trust him. Let him remind you.
Her head drops forward and her bottom lip drags loosely from his wrist up his forearm. Keeping still isn't possible but she reaches behind and pulls him closer, as if it will do anything while her other holds her balance in the blankets.
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Sweeney anchors briefly on her hip, to steady himself, and the clench of his fingers is certain to leave neat bruises in the arch of their tips' contact. He fights for focus, not ready to yield yet, not when she's so clearly wanting. The thought of leaving her unsated is anathema. Sweeney stutters a touch, and wraps forward, finding the coloring swath of skin from her throat to her shoulder presented in offering. He licks and bites and bites, groaning into the flesh pressed between his teeth.
He wants to devour her and be consumed in the same moment, raw and aching and here.
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But she is far from being done and that much hits her when her body once again starts that steady exhilarated climb back up, this time far quicker than the times before.
Her lips press to his forearm, teeth dragging before settling in one spot distractedly while every nerve sends word back to her brain and all the delicious pain that he was inflicting registers. And then like a match to gasoline, another climax explodes and Laura bites down viciously.
As if she read his mind.
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The yelp doesn't have time to blossom before he grits it into a snarl, but by then he's already tripping over the intensity in every nerve, all screaming and burning to just let go and live in the fire. Or at least die trying.
Sweeney can't help but yield himself to her with a purer cry as he shutters and rocks forward for every fraction of an inch he can steal. The shift in his weight forces more onto Laura's shoulders, pushing her further into the bed. But he couldn't avoid it if he wanted to, and he's far past that sort of wanting. There's only her and her pink flesh and clear eyes and vibrant Life wrapping around him in more than one place.
For a few seconds he just hangs in that white, quiet space before the pounding in his ears finds him again. Then he's panting against her skin, slick and salty with exertion, willing his heart to slow. Another moment passes, and he turns to place a delicate kiss on her neck, just below her ear.
Sweeney doesn't know what the fuck that was, except needed and craved and Them.
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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."