The things that Sean wants have always had to compete with each other, the urge for nice and normal and happy constantly at odds with the need for more. Even before Maeve died, the holidays tended to be lonely affairs for him, just because he was away more often than not. Now he has no say in the matter, nice and normal is the only path there is for him to take, and somehow he finds that, for once, he's glad for the lack of freedom because he wouldn't have everything else without it.
Moaning softly, he slides his hand along her body to cup a breast, leaning his weight on one elbow and pressing himself against her. "Want ye," he mutters, still stuck in that dream-like feeling, "everythin' else is jus'... bonus."
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The things that Sean wants have always had to compete with each other, the urge for nice and normal and happy constantly at odds with the need for more. Even before Maeve died, the holidays tended to be lonely affairs for him, just because he was away more often than not. Now he has no say in the matter, nice and normal is the only path there is for him to take, and somehow he finds that, for once, he's glad for the lack of freedom because he wouldn't have everything else without it.
Moaning softly, he slides his hand along her body to cup a breast, leaning his weight on one elbow and pressing himself against her. "Want ye," he mutters, still stuck in that dream-like feeling, "everythin' else is jus'... bonus."