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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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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.

That right there is the most potent encouragement she could give anyway, writhing on the floor with his name sounding just plain amazing on her lips, and Sean hums quietly as he repeats the motion, one long, slow swipe with the flat of his tongue. No matter how many times he hears it, sees her like this, gets to tell himself that he's the one drawing every stunning reaction out of her, it never gets to him any less, simultaneously going straight to his dick and making his heart feel like it's lodged somewhere up by his throat. The angle's a little awkward, but the urge to pivot his hand and thread his fingers through hers is such an automatic one, he barely takes notice, focusing instead on pushing the point of his tongue inside her as far as he can, twisting his head.

There's a long, long list — in no particular order, not consciously formed — of things Meredith loves about Sean, but right now, this is incredibly high up the list. It's not just the way he makes her breath catch in her throat or the things he can do with that wonderful, wicked tongue of his, feeling her pulse throbbing as much under his mouth as in her chest. It's his hand warm in hers, too, and the utter lack of pretense. She's never been one for embarrassment in the bedroom — or on the floor, against the wall, wherever — but there's something about being this vulnerable and this adored all that the same time that makes her skin hum and head spin just as much as the rest of it. It's asking for this and getting it and being able to wake up beside him and not want him to leave, wanting him never to leave. Lips parted, she tips her head back, not trying at all to hide the sounds he draws from her every time.

It's almost unfair, the way she's apparently trying to drive him insane by overwhelming his senses with touch and taste and smell, the way she looks, the way she sounds, all of it conspiring to make him lose it. It's no small boost to his ego when he doesn't, though, when he keeps it together and remembers what he can do to her with just a practiced curl of his tongue and the myriad ways she pays him back so many times over. Drawing back for just a second, he mutters something that starts out as "God, ye're beautiful" but trails off about halfway though and replaces his tongue moving within her with fingers, lips now encircling her clit. This feeling right here, this heady mix of love and lust, adoration and pride, it's the closest thing to worship that Sean ever feels, and no matter how much of it he gets, he knows it's never going to be enough.

It doesn't seem to matter that he said he can't be everywhere, given how absolutely her world narrows down to him now. His skin is warm where her legs press against him, his hand so right in her own, but oh, most of all, it's down to his fingers and mouth. Meredith arches up with a cry so soft, it's almost silent, hips bucking up against him, her other hand tangling in his hair. It's the way he seems to enjoy this nearly as much as she does, the pleasure that's so focused, so persistent, it's almost too much. The building pressure, the heat of the fire, the bite of her own nails when she lifts her hand to clutch at her breast for lack of anything else to hold tight to — he might as well be all of it, everywhere, pushing her ever closer.

Sean's heart seems to skip a beat at every new gasp, every cry, every time she grabs at him or herself, so much so that a part of him wonders if it's just going to forget to start back up again one of these days. Pulling her gently into his mouth, he flicks his tongue over the sensitive flesh there, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment. If anything, it just makes his other senses more of a distraction, but when that consists of amplifying the gorgeous sounds she makes and the heat coming off both the fire and her, he can't complain. Finding a steady rhythm with the motion of his fingers, he crooks them carefully upwards and loses himself in the feel of muscles trembling just under her skin wherever he touches her.

Meredith's distinctly aware of every tiny motion, every swipe of his tongue, the slide of his fingers, how he makes something tighten in her chest, her heart ricocheting against her ribs and up into her throat. Through the hazy intensity of it, all she can do is lie there, trying in vain not to drown in sheer sensation, overwhelmed by just how good it feels, how easily he can make her breathless and unsteady. It's impossible not to get lost in it, until he's sent her crashing, coming hard, sure her heart's stopped but not caring in the least. Eye shut tight, arching her back, she gasps, shaking, reaching blindly for him again.

Sean forces himself to look back at that, eyes wide and mouth gone slack as he watches her come apart with something like awe, savouring every frantic movement and touch, swept along in it almost as fully as if he was the one getting his rocks off instead of her. He's never been one for power trips, but the rush he gets out of this, his stomach working itself into knots just trying to deal with it, it's something else, something special. Every damn time. Resting his cheek against her leg and flexing his jaw, he doesn't ease out of her until she starts coming down off that peak, the barest hint of a smirk turning up the edges of his mouth as he licks his lips.

Meredith watches him through half-closed eyes, blissfully boneless, and though she's not yet ready to move, he does that and she wants to, another little shiver running through her. Even utterly satisfied, she looks at him and wants more every time. It's impossible not to when he looks like that, flushed and disheveled and just as insatiable. Smiling, she opens her mouth to speak and spends the next several seconds catching her breath first. "Sean," she says finally, still half in love just with saying his name. "Okay. Yeah." Biting her lip, she lays her head back again, holding her hand out to beckon him closer and it's almost a question when she adds, "Come back up here."

Sean barely needs to be told, let alone asked, and he drops a couple quick kisses to her thigh and hip as he pushes himself up onto his knees and leans over her again to nuzzle against her neck, grinning openly now. There's nothing like the way she says his name, how much weight it carries even when she's saying nothing at all, and he's never been as fond of it as he has recently. "If ye thought that was somethin', jus' wait 'til Christmas," he laughs, a little breathless himself.

Meredith smiles, inexpressibly fond, something about the way he laughs getting to her. Slipping her arms up over his shoulders, she turns her head to kiss him lightly. "Something doesn't even begin to describe it," she says, smile turning sly. "Now you've actually got me looking forward to Christmas." That in itself has to be some kind of Christmas miracle. Bringing her legs up to rest against him, she brushing kisses along his shoulder, her movements still small and languorous. Whatever the holidays hold, however content she is just to lay here, the immediate future is pretty promising, too.

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