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His fingers are suddenly clumsy, and with her kisses providing a pretty enjoyable distraction on top of that, it takes Sean far longer than it should to get his pants off. He ends up resorting to a bit of ungainly kicking toward the end to get them and his boxers dispatched, but he's back to what matters a moment later as he presses back against her, naked and wanting and desperate to forget.

Meredith stifles a moan against his shoulder, rocking forward as her hand slides down his side. She's always been quick to catch his desperation. Fingertips pressing hard into his hip, she kisses up his neck until she finds his pulse, stopping to suck at his skin before she finds his mouth again. She's gone a long time without sex before, much longer than a couple weeks, but going even half so long as she has without him on her, in her, is maddening now.

With an answering sigh, Sean grinds against her, chasing every kiss, every touch, like a man possessed. Suddenly, he doesn't understand how he could have possibly had the patience to go without feeling this way for so long. He's just not that strong.

"Turn around?" he whispers, trying to think of the easiest way for her to do this, not a single trace of his overwhelming need for her going hidden.

Meredith kisses him one more time and does so before halfway rolling onto her back to look back at him. "Wait, no," she murmurs. She gestures vaguely toward her side, biting her lip. She doesn't want to say no to anything right now, feeling like she's killing the mood a little, but her injury's still in the way. Turning back to him, she brushes her hair out of her eyes. "You mean on my side or... How should we do this?"

Sean bites his lip, echoing her action as he brushes her hair back a little himself, having far too much trouble thinking this through. "Whatever's easiest for ye," he says, still frantic. "Maybe if I'm on the other side?" he asks, making a face. It's feels awkward to ask and it's far from romantic, but nobody said this was going to be a simple matter.

It's difficult to think of a solution to this when her body basically just wants her to jump him now and figure out the rest as they go. Maybe she should have thought this through beforehand, but it didn't occur to her until it was too late. "Maybe," she says, turning her head to kiss his palm. "As long as I'm not on my left, I... anything." As long as it gets them started, she's game.

Everything she does only seems to spur him on more, making the whole matter increasingly difficult, but Sean nods just the same before he moves, carefully shifting over her to avoid crawling around like a fool, a sudden overwhelming feeling of vulnerability that he doesn't quite understand washing over him as he does so. Dealing with her injuries like this, it leaves him feeling more exposed somehow, more raw.

"Like this, then? Better?" he asks, settling in again and hoping any play of emotion across his face just comes across as further desperation.

Meredith just wants to turn around again, press against him — well, no, not just. She wants this to be simpler, too, but there's nothing for it but trial and error and hopefully not much of that. Leaning back against him instead, she looks over her shoulder and nods, humming her agreement. "Yeah, okay." She reaches back to touch him any way she can, angling her head for a kiss before she adds, "Condom, we need a condom." Her heart is trying to climb up her throat out of sheer impatience, thrumming all along her skin, her desire a physical ache spreading through her. With their luck these days, though, she's taking no chances.

Sean groans, pressing his lips hard against her shoulder, not wanting to move away for anything. "Oh, but we've been so good lately. An' it's been so long..."

Leaning her head back against his shoulder, Meredith whimpers, trying desperately to make good sense win out this once. The last thing they need now, on top of everything else, is a child. "Sean, I can't," she sighs, "I shouldn't, I, I..." He feels so good against her, though, she doesn't really want him to move away either.

"Ye what?" Sean prompts, barely audible as he skims his fingers along her thigh. This is isn't anything he would ever normally push for, but he's really not in any mood to think things through properly. All he knows is that it seems like it's been an eternity since he's had her and all he wants is to feel her properly. Why should that be so much to ask? Like a treat for good behaviour.

Meredith draws in a deep breath and even the answering pang from her ribs can't pull her back down to solid ground, her thoughts hazy with lust. She knows the logic here, knows what she's afraid of, but it's nothing she wants to think about and she wants even less to say it. He makes it so easy not to think, to consider only that they've gotten away with it before. Hips pressing automatically back against his, she turns her head to kiss his neck. "You know the risks," she says, but it barely even tries to be a protest now.

If she's trying to dissuade him, she's not doing a very good job of it and Sean quietly moans, tipping his head to capture her mouth in a kiss, his fingers digging into her hip before he remembers that he's supposed to be being careful. "Worth it?" he mumbles, suddenly beyond the ability to string together complete sentences.

While there's a part of her brain that's distinctly aware that it really might not be, depending on the outcome, it's drowned out by the overwhelming sound and feel and taste of him. Meredith nods blindly, kissing him again, reaching up to rest a hand on his neck. It isn't fair, she wants him too much to keep saying no, but she can't bring herself to care. "Yes," she says, a little strangled, heart in her throat. "Yes, god, Sean, please."

Sean makes a noise that falls somewhere between relieved and ridiculously turned on, messily kissing her again as he shifts just enough to get a bit more leverage. He doesn't hesitate any longer, all his ability to take this slow having evaporated the instant those words were out of her mouth, and he's guiding himself into her from behind before the thought that he's doing it even really registers with him. When it feels this good, they should be allowed one little lapse in judgment.

Meredith gasps and turns her head to bury her face against her arm, head swimming, a little relieved herself just to feel him inside her again. It's been too long and he's right, they've been so good and had so much bad happen, and none of that even really matters when he feels so good. She moans into the pillow, drawing her knees toward her and out of his way, pushing back against him, tightening around him, as much as she can. The future and the past and everything outside this room, nothing matters right now but the way he makes her feel.

Sean's mouth falls open and he shuts his eyes tight, a choked moan dying in his throat and giving way to a few stilted gasps. For a second, it feels like it's too much, too overwhelming, too perfect, but whether or not his mind can decide if he can handle this, his body already has. There's no real pause before he's moving, short, sharp thrusts within her as he puts his arm around her to hold her close. This is it, this is what he has to live for these days, and if it's only for these periods that things can feel the way that they used to, then he's going to seize them with both hands.

As soon as she's regained some semblance of control over her breathing, Meredith's half-twisting around to try and kiss him again, holding tight to the arm around her, reaching with the other to find his neck, his shoulder, anything. Always vocal, she's even more so now, unable to suppress the sharp, short moans breaking through her panting. It doesn't matter if it takes longer to heal, she can deal with the pain. She can't be without him, can't live without him pushing into her, lined up against her. Tangling her legs with his, she pushes back as hard as she can, desperate for more, never troubling to hide how badly she needs this.

Distantly, Sean registers that all the moving around she's doing can't be good for her injuries, but he's sure as hell not going to complain. Right now, it feels like it's enough just to be solid and here for her, falling into a rhythm far steadier and more sure than anything going on in his head. When he kisses her, it's off-centre and distracted, but that only adds to the desperate, hazy feel of it all, pushes the real world that much further away. And anyway, he wouldn't want to smother any of those heart-stopping sounds she makes.

Meredith's never been physically masochistic, but there's something to be said for how aware she is of her breathing and where his arm falls across faded bruises, how much richer everything else feels in counterpoint to this and all the lost time. It's like an echo of that clarity she once possessed, even if he leaves her a little dazed, moving with him as she drops her head back against his shoulder again, looking hazily back. Her hand finds his and draws it higher, her heart racing and erratic. At least she's still here, at least he is, inextricably intertwined; she can take everything else in exchange for that.

It's all so easy, so natural, the way his hand finds her breast, the tangle of their legs, the unceasing give and take of their their bodies, perfectly fitted together as always, that Sean's thoughts stay heady and unfocused, constantly tripping from one nonsensical, blissed-out notion to the next. If this isn't the real world, than none of it's real, which just makes sense. These are sensations too perfect to exist. The real world, that's where he could have lost her, where he can still lose her at any second of any day, but wherever they are now, they're there together and nothing can change that. Propping himself up a bit on his elbow, he rests his lips against her neck with a long, panting sigh, and the slight delay he feels between her pulse there and the fluttering heartbeat beneath his fingers somehow manages to make him feel more connected to her than any of the rest of it.

With the way he's holding her, kissing her, part of her, all Meredith knows is that everything's so good here, everything can be good again. It can't be any other way, not when they feel so right; it has to be okay because they're the same perfect fit they've always been. It's the only thing she's known that is perfect, in spite of all their flaws. In spite of everyone else's. Overwhelmed, overdoing it, she can feel the throbbing ache in her side, already insistent, but it doesn't matter. It's no match for this incoherent satisfaction that just turns into more desire. She keeps her fingers locked with his just to keep him close, wanting every bit of him she can get as each stroke pushes her a little further, moaning and gasping, dizzy and dazed enough to half-believe she can make this last forever anyway if she really tries.

Sean couldn't relinquish his hold on her right now even if he wanted to, the way he can feel himself getting close making it all but a physical impossibility. He knows, in a vague sort of way, that she's still recovering, that they should be taking this as easy as they can, but having been denied for what now feels like forever, he wants to draw it out as long as he possibly can, wants to never be separate from her again. A quiet groan slips through his lips as he tries to reign himself in, tries to make himself last, but as his movements slow a bit, as he presses forward into her as far as he can before drawing back again, as he frantically whispers her name and gets distracted by the brilliant way her moans drown him out, he knows that there's only so much he can do.

All Meredith can do is hold on, all the more aware of every inch of him as he slows his pace. As she moves with him, lets him guide her, there's nothing but his breath on her skin, his voice in her ear, his body warm and strong and, for these perfect minutes, part of her own. In the midst of all this frantic need, the way she strains to feel him on her everywhere, there's a kind of peace in letting him be the one in charge, giving her a stretch of time where she doesn't have to try and fix anything or be ready for anything. She doesn't have to try to hold herself together here, she's encouraged to unravel. Her sole responsibility is to be here with him wrapped around her, driving her right to the edge, making her feel almost unbearably, wickedly electric, leaving his name woven almost incomprehensibly through her gasps.

It almost surprises Sean, the way no one thing suddenly pulls him over the edge. It's just the steady build brought on by the slide of their bodies, that tight heat enveloping him, the way she feels in his arms, all of it coming together so slowly that he doesn't even notice he's almost there until he is. It catches him off-guard when his muscles tense and he buries his face against her neck, the soft cry he makes almost unrecognizable to his ears. Alright, so maybe he still never wants this to end, but as the force of his own orgasm hits him like a freight train, it's a pretty fantastic alternative.