Sean's about to protest, unthinking, about how it shouldn't hurt at all, but then she's pressing up toward him and his mouth's on her once more, with far more important things to do than complain. Lingering with his lips roaming the skin just above the top of her jeans as he settles between her thighs, he runs one hand back down the leg she's got around him while the other smooths carefully over her stomach. "Ye're so beautiful," he says, his words a slurred sigh as he looks up at her. Dimly, he's aware that she likely just wants him to just get on with it already, but for some reason, the observation seems like an important one right now.