missingthekeep | [for Meredith]

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[for Meredith]

Let it not be said that Sean has no Christmas spirit. Granted, the only reason he's up on the roof in the first place, stringing lights stolen from some nearby trees along the edges of his bloody cabin, is because he needs the distraction, but the point here is that he's doing it at all. The fact that he's heading towards another major holiday without Maeve, one of many, many more to come, the memory of how hard last year had been, running into Moira and everything that entailed, Sean isn't so oblivious as to not realize this is really just about finding something to keep his thoughts from heading to any of the old dark places and he hasn't suddenly turned over some festive new leaf. Really, it's almost the opposite, like he's cheapening genuine appreciation for the season by faking it for all the wrong reasons, but he doesn't care. He's up there, he's got his lights, he's got his Christmas spirit, and he's distracted enough by the simple act of not falling off for all the confusing thoughts and worries that having a girlfriend from the future show up apparently bring to be miles away. It'd be nice if he didn't have to look so damned ridiculous while he's at it, but it's a small enough price to pay for peace of mind, however brief.

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"Everything else," she jokes. Little things get omitted, and though she's referenced her past before, she likes to pretend it away these days, so she leaves out the boys she's stolen (temporarily, at least, or accidentally). "Taking surgeries. Getting my mother's attention, when she was still alive." It hasn't escaped Meredith's notice, either, the way this place works, that Ellis could show up fine any day now, remembering everything, not knowing all she's put Meredith through, and put her through that all over again. She knows it, but she chooses to ignore that, too. There's too much else to worry about already and she'd rather push snow past his collar with a smile.

Sean would see fit to comment on that, but she makes it pretty damn difficult to get too many words in edgewise before he's got the cold stabbing down onto his neck and lower. Letting out a sound that's half-laugh, half-yell, he sits up abruptly, taking her with him as he paws at the top of his jacket to get some of the snow out. "Alright, alright, alright! Ach, ye 'lil devil."

Meredith laughs, scrambling to wrap her arms around his shoulders, more to keep from slipping backwards than to get in his way, though it accomplishes that, too. "Does this mean I win?" she teases. Leaning her head against his a moment, she has to push away the urge just to curl up, bury her face in the crook of his neck, turn suddenly docile; she slips away instead, inches backwards, still fighting back laughter.

Chuckling, Sean leans forward even as she moves back, following her mostly out of instinct, not wanting to lose contact. His gut still doesn't want to give in just like that, but the cold now slowly creeping down his shirt seems to be insisting otherwise.

"How 'bout a tie?" he asks hopefully.

"I could live with a tie," Meredith allows, nodding slowly. She doesn't look away, wanting to move closer, waiting for him to be the one to do so instead. "I guess. To be nice. If we can go inside, I'm freezing." Accompanying the confession is a little rush of impatience, and she edges forward and leans toward him, something contracting in her chest.

Sean's all too happy to meet her halfway and he grins as he leans to kiss her, one hand slipping to the chilled skin of her neck, even if his hand's probably not much better. "Benevolent as always," he teases lightly, since hey, she did still start it. "Sounds fair ta me. We get ta warm each other up? Everyone wins there."

"How could I possibly say no to that?" Meredith asks, reasonably certain there's no way she could and no reason she should. Fingers tangled, stiff, in his damp collar, she kisses him again before pulling back to start to her feet, still holding on. "You shouldn't be out in wet clothes anyway."

"An' whose fault was that?" Sean asks incredulously, voice rising a bit as he stands up, though it quickly gives way to a fond chuckle and he slips an arm around her shoulders once they're both a bit more upright. "Honestly, ye've got some nerve, luv."

That, Meredith knows. To some degree, she's proud of it. "I didn't say it wasn't my fault," she laughs, leaning against him, an arm slipping around his waist. "And besides, you started that one." Her shirt's clinging to her back under the coat that now feels too heavy, after all; she learned it somewhere.

"Hey now, I was jus' defendin' meself the best way I had," Sean counters, but he's grinning as he says it, which lessons the effect somewhat as he heads them back towards his place. "A'right, so I guess we've both got some nerve." He's not about to complain about that, though, not really. He doesn't know about himself, but it's one of her best features.

"I'll say." It's one more thing on the long, if vague, list of things she loves about him. Meredith grins up at him, nudging him with her hip, playful. He's every bit as good at distracting her as she's ever been at doing the same for him. "At least we and our nerves don't have far to go."

"Mmm, praise the saints fer that," Sean murmurs, nudging her right back and leaning his face in towards what he can reach of her neck with a chuckle, absently twirling his fingers through a bit her hair. "'Cause I'm nae so sure mine could've made it otherwise."

Meredith closes her eyes, giving a little hum of approval. "I think you'll live," she says, not paying much attention to what she says or where she's going as she turns her head to try and kiss him. Sometimes she wonders if this will ever get old, if the effect he has on her will just wear away. It never seems to.

All his answer consists of is a contended hum of his own, tapering off into a moan as he kisses her, light and sweet with the promise of more, and it's all Sean can do to keep an eye on the way ahead, keep them heading in the right direction. Even with Meredith, there can be such a thing as too distracted.

It's just as well, because Meredith trusts him to keep them going the right way. She's got sense enough to leave it at that, leaning her head against his shoulder, because she's as liable to run into a tree as find her way to his door if she keeps it up, but she's not paying her surroundings much attention either. As they walk, she reaches up to rest her hand on his where it lies on her shoulder, impatient now to be in out of the cold.

Sometimes it still floors him, how right they feel together, how something as silly as her hand on his can make things like the cold just fall away and become even more insignificant. They come back up on his place, festooned as it is with little blinking lights, and even with all the added complications that have become par for the course with him still lurking around the corners of his mind, it feels like he just woke up one day living someone else's life and can't be bothered to get the mistake fixed.

"Least we c'n get some use outta the fireplace 'fore it disappears on us," he points out with a look of feigned thoughtfulness.

Meredith grins, glancing at him with an expression that clearly says he's crazy, but it's alright, she finds crazy adorable. That's not entirely true, though, since she's not in the right mood for finding anything adorable. "Okay," she says, pushing the door open, "a fire sounds nice." She's missed the fireplace she had in Seattle and the way she used to actually need it sometimes. Slipping out from under his arm, she turns to face him, walking backwards, reaching up to unbutton her coat. "So you can go ahead and do that, and I'm gonna be over here, taking off my clothes."

"Ye go 'head an' do that," Sean says, but the lust in his voice and the way he bites his lip as he watches her probably negates any nonchalance he can fake. Tossing his jacket off in the corner, he hunkers down in front of the fireplace that's already proved to be one of the nicer changes wrought by the island's sudden renovation, at least with the bloody stockings taken down from above it. His attention very firmly divided between the task at hand and Meredith, he crumples up a few old issues of the Times to stick in amongst the logs, lacking the patience not to cut corners.

"Good," Meredith says, a little bit sing-song as he starts on the fire, "'cause I'm gonna need that in a minute." All messing with him aside, it's a relief to be indoors and out of her coat. Coming in out of the cold is half the fun of being out in the cold to begin with, and watching him try even a little to pretend she's not distracting him is half of the fun of that. She makes quick work of stripping, leaving the layers where they fall, socks and sweater, pants and shirt. She can deal with all that later. She's not exactly in the mood to be patient herself, heading over to kneel next to him once she's down to her underwear. Leaning in, she kisses his neck as she reaches behind her for the bra clasp, still not bothering to hide a smug little grin.

Edited 2010-01-26 09:14 (UTC)

"Mmm, good God, woman, what're ye tryin' ta do ta me?" Sean groans at the first brush of her lips, fumbling with his third match and having a tough go of keeping his eyes on what he's doing. If the bastard thing would just catch already, for the love of all that's holy...

Finally, the flames licking up along the papers manage to take hold on wood and he gives a short bark of laughter, impatience giving way to triumph in an instant. He spends what feels like the longest few seconds of his life making sure the fire's going to spread, and then he's turning toward her in a hurry, itching just to get his hands on her already.

Meredith laughs, letting go of the clasp once it's come undone to slip her arms over his shoulders and kiss him. That right there, really, is exactly what she was trying to do to him. She can't remember how she managed to wait so long before. The air is warmer on her skin already as she pulls back to look up at him, and however she did it before, she sure as hell isn't doing that anymore. "What, you want a list?" she asks, running her hands down to the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. "Because I'd rather show than tell, but for starters, I'm trying to get you naked."

Sean grins, needing absolutely no persuasion to go along with a noble goal like that and already feeling warmer the instant she's got his damp shirt off of him. "Sounds like a pretty good place ta start," he laughs, one hand on her cheek as he leans in to take his time kissing her again before he sets himself to getting his pants off, finding himself in much less of an all-fired rush now that he's actually got her before him like this. "I mean, ye have got me feelin' a wee bit o'erdressed right now."

"All part of the plan," Meredith assures him airily. Reaching automatically to readjust her bra when the wave of her hand accompanying her words sets a strap slipping, she shrugs it the rest of the way off a moment later, throwing it back to join the rest. The absolute lack of any plan, of course, is how she gets distracted halfway through important things like actually getting her clothes all the way off. Knees drawn up toward her, she leans her elbows against them, biting idly at her finger as she watches him. "Actually, it's the whole plan. After this, I'm just making it up as I go."

"Thank heaven we're both so good at improvisation, then," Sean says with another breathy laugh, watching her intently as he works out of his shoes, socks, and pants, kicking it all off behind him somewhere before pushing his boxers down his hips. As far as he's concerned right now, being able to think on his feet isn't nearly as valuable a skill as thinking off of them, and life's just bloody grand for that. "Have I mentioned how much I love yer plans?"

Meredith makes a sound in her throat, both agreement and approval, her ability to sit still deserting her altogether. "No, but I could have guessed," she says, gaze unwavering as she moves quickly forward, impatient again to get close, to touch him. She presses against him with another contented little hum; as ways to warm up go, she can't think of any better. "How much?" Kissing him without waiting for an answer, running a hand down his side to his hip, she's pretty fond of her plans herself.

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