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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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.

Sean grins against her mouth and kisses her languorously, completely at odds with the desperate press of his body as he wraps his arms around her, any last lingering chill driven soundly out of him by the feel of every inch of skin he can lay frantic claim to. The brief shiver that runs through him now has nothing to do with temperature. "Words fail me," he sighs, instead opting to voice his approval by mouthing along the line of her jaw, down to her throat.

Meredith tips her head back, inhaling sharply, eyes closing. "That works, too," she murmurs, a hand in his hair as she hooks a leg around his. It's difficult to imagine she was cold to begin with when he's pressed against her, his mouth tracing over her skin like that. Running her other hand wherever she can reach, it used to be a matter of wanting to learn every part of him, but even knowing him like she does, she doesn't think she'll ever get tired of any of it. "That definitely works."

Lips still upturned in an open-mouthed smirk as he kisses her throat, Sean smooths a hand down to her thigh and hitches her leg up higher against him, holding it there. Maybe it's only skin, nothing all that special, but there's something about the taste of her, the feel of her, bare against him like this, that always gets under his. "Ye drive me mad," he breathes against her neck, slowly easing her back. "Ye know that, don't ye? Course ye do."

"I like hearing it, though," Meredith says, breathy, letting him move her until she's stretched out on the floor. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes without knowing how she's done it, she drives him mad, but he does a damn good job of reciprocating. There's something so hot about all that focus, how leisurely he is about it. Opening her eyes, she turns her head to the side and wills herself just to keep breathing normally, moving her hand to cover his where it rests on her thigh. "It's only fair with how much you make me want you."

"Only fair?" Sean repeats, chuckling quietly even though that's probably the biggest turn-on out of everything she's said yet. Of course, she could probably recite the Pledge of Allegiance right now and it would still make him rock hard as long as she sounded like that, so the designation's a fairly insignificant one. Stretching himself over her, he kisses her jaw, her cheek, draws his tongue lightly along the shell of her ear, and whispers, "There's nothin' fair 'bout the things ye do ta me." All his weight on one hand by her hair, he uses his leg to nudge hers further apart, eyes slipping shut only briefly.

She hardly needs the urging. Between the things he's doing with his mouth and what he's saying, the way he sounds when he says it, Meredith isn't sure she could keep her legs together if she tried and she has no inclination to try. She just wants him everywhere, pressing up against him, flushed with desire. Turning her head to kiss him, she steadies a hand on his arm, a moan rising in her throat. "Okay, that wasn't fair," she murmurs, catching his lower lip lightly between her teeth.

Sean's laugh dies in his throat, trailing off into a moan at the tug of her teeth, though his grin doesn't fade. Moving his hand from her thigh, he slides it between their bodies, hooking his fingers underneath the front of her panties and pulling them over to the side. "What c'n I say, 'm good at playin' dirty," he says, his voice just a low rumble at this point. It certainly helps that she can meet him point for point in that regard.

Exhaling sharply, Meredith arches up against his hand, the better to let him get the last of her clothing out of the way. "You are," she says, meaning just to agree, but it comes out as a sigh. Laying her head back, she looks up at him, half-smirking. "Very dirty. You're lucky I like that." Even if it means he's tortuously slow and she's desperate for his hand to move lower. There's something to be said for drawing things out.

"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.

Moaning softly, Meredith watches him, transfixed by him and by her own good fortune. She pushes up against his fingers, momentarily distracted from answering by his every movement, by the heat pooling low in her abdomen and all the possibilities. "You," she murmurs, because that part is always, always true. Beyond that, it's difficult to decide when she wants so many conflicting things, when her thoughts are already so disjointed. She tips her head up, brushing her lips over his, eyes half closing despite her efforts to keep them open. "Your tongue, your mouth on me. Everywhere. Sean..."

"Meredith," Sean sighs in response, but no matter how in control he tries to seem, there's no hiding the way that sets his heart racing. He can steady his breathing all he wants, keep his voice even, but he still can't disguise the need that grips him now, not from her. Not that he particularly wants to, of course, but it's worth noting that he wouldn't have a say in the matter either way. "Sorry ta disappoint, but there's only so many places I c'n be at once," he says, pulling out and bringing his fingers up to his mouth even as he moves himself down the length of her body, tongue darting out to taste her on his skin with a wicked grin.

Meredith bites her lip, stifling a little whimper, equal parts approval and impatience. There's nothing disappointing about how much, how obviously he wants her, though she's half-changed her mind already, wanting the weight of him over her, wanting to kiss him when her breathing's already shallow with anticipation. "I guess I'll have to make do," she sighs, watching him. There are so many things she wants to do to him when he looks like that, but for now, it's all she can do just to hold still.

Tracing wet fingers along her breasts as he settles between her legs, still in no rush whatsoever, Sean gives a hum of appreciation, pressing a light kiss to her inner thigh as he nudges her panties further to the side. "Guess so," he says, almost sing-song before he puts his mouth on her, because even if he's supposed to be acting all hot and porny right now, there's no getting around how happy she makes him. Licking her from top to bottom, quick but thorough, he slips a hand under her leg to come up and rest against the soft curve of her waist, watching her all the while.

So much for holding still. So much, for that matter, for having anything to say, because for a moment, all Meredith can get out is a shaky gasp, hips rising without her say so. Even watching what he's doing never really prepares her for how it feels, how completely he gets to her every time. She reaches for his hand, wanting to touch him somehow without interfering with his touching her. "Sean," she sighs, eyes half-closed, and bites her lip again to keep from begging for more. Desperate though she is for it, she has no intention of rushing him.

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