She feels numb, almost robotic in her movements and it takes everything in her to roll along with the bits of sentiment that he shows that somehow feels hurried even though it's not. Maybe it was because deep down she knows how eager he is to get out of there -- be free of whatever this is and get back to safe and familiar and comfortable. Laura can't fault him for that. At least he'll leave oblivious and happy and in hindsight, maybe it will help keep the topic of discussion off her, as she's sure it's come up already.
The kiss is nice, almost too soft for the things they've been up to and there's a flicker of desire that he'd claimed her mouth hard and fast just so she can feel whatever it is he's trying to convey. There are so many conflicting motions.
She gives him another smile, albeit a little more forced this time and nods again. At this point, she's feeling more and more like a bobblehead sitting on someone's car dash.
Something feels weird, even before he releases her. It's like she's not kissing him back. Or doesn't want to be. Was he supposed to be more passionate? Should they be fucking? Was he just supposed to leave? Sit on the couch and have playful banter?
Fuck.
Well, there had been one flickering moment when he thought he'd done something right, but he's on the other side of the slope, and the affect and silence definitely gives the vibe that she wants him to fuck off. Sweeney sits back, managing a small smile and an accepting nod before standing.
"A'right." Another a quick smile and bow of his head are offered, as if it would make things better again.
"Thank you." Rare words offered in utter sincerity.
"Fer yer trust."
Sweeney's not going to force her to sit there and nod at him more, so he turns and gets to the fucking off.
She did kiss back, though it wasn't with the sort of energy that she usually would if he wasn't planning on going anywhere; when she could have him selfishly all to herself. To disappear into the sheets and feel him in and around her.
But he wasn't staying and this wasn't a kiss that would lead to any of that. So, she didn't hold on any longer than he wanted her to. Laura smiles back, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Instead, there was worry and a flicker of panic in them.
"You're welcome," Laura replies, her tone barely above a whisper as she continues to spin her ring.
As she watches him leave, she stops and takes it off for the night, leaving behind a raw and angry red band underneath it.
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The kiss is nice, almost too soft for the things they've been up to and there's a flicker of desire that he'd claimed her mouth hard and fast just so she can feel whatever it is he's trying to convey. There are so many conflicting motions.
She gives him another smile, albeit a little more forced this time and nods again. At this point, she's feeling more and more like a bobblehead sitting on someone's car dash.
Please, just go.
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Fuck.
Well, there had been one flickering moment when he thought he'd done something right, but he's on the other side of the slope, and the affect and silence definitely gives the vibe that she wants him to fuck off. Sweeney sits back, managing a small smile and an accepting nod before standing.
"A'right." Another a quick smile and bow of his head are offered, as if it would make things better again.
"Thank you." Rare words offered in utter sincerity.
"Fer yer trust."
Sweeney's not going to force her to sit there and nod at him more, so he turns and gets to the fucking off.
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But he wasn't staying and this wasn't a kiss that would lead to any of that. So, she didn't hold on any longer than he wanted her to. Laura smiles back, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Instead, there was worry and a flicker of panic in them.
"You're welcome," Laura replies, her tone barely above a whisper as she continues to spin her ring.
As she watches him leave, she stops and takes it off for the night, leaving behind a raw and angry red band underneath it.