[for Meredith]

[missingthekeep]

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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[drownondryland]

Pressing up against him, heart in her throat, Meredith just wants him close. It's not like he can get any closer and some of the desperation's gone out of her, but in moments like these, her fingers curled in his hair, tongues and limbs tangled together, all she wants is what she has. She's still not used to that, but it's hard to be thrown by it when it feels like it's supposed to be this way. If it's torturous — the way he moves inside her, drawing it out, how badly she wants more — it's somehow peaceful, too. Nothing seems to matter but the way this feels, the taste of him, the slide of his hips as she sighs into his mouth.