"So lucky," Sean murmurs, kissing her with renewed fervor as he gently slips a couple fingers into her, groaning at the physical reminder of how much she wants him. Absurdly, he wonders for a moment if the glow from the fire hides the way he's flushing or makes it worse, but he's got far better things to let his mind linger on. The way she looks in it, for example. "Tell me what ye want," he says, voice dropping to a whisper again as he works his hand. He can probably make a few damn good guesses himself, but something in him can never help wanting to press all that amazing luck of his, at least in these moments.