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[missingthekeep]

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Sean pauses for a second, watching her reactions, but he can't keep his lips off of hers for long, unsure whether he's actually getting mixed signals or just has his own wires crossed, going along with it either way. Fingers ghosting over her skin, he starts slowly pulling her shirt up before he shifts a little to tug at it more insistently. "This okay?" he asks, already breathless.

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[missingthekeep.livejournal.com]

It astounds him, even with his life in shambles around him, she can still somehow manage to make Sean feel like the luckiest man alive, but there it is. With a quiet noise of appreciation, since he doubts she'd take well to his thanking her for saying it, he tips his head up to kiss her and reaches for the covers. It's too early for sleep, too late for a nap, but he doesn't care, exhausted as he is in more ways than one. "An' ye, as well."

[drownondryland]

Meredith huffs out a quiet laugh, pulling the covers close against her before slipping her arm over him again. "Mm, good. It'd better be." Maybe she contributes to the trouble, but if he says she makes it better, then that has to be enough. It doesn't really matter what she thinks when it comes to that, does it? Only how he feels about the matter. As long as she helps, that makes it worthwhile, too. She's more pleasantly tired and less appealingly sore than sleepy, the ache in her side throbbing dully, but the idea of moving hardly even occurs to her. "I thought we weren't taking a nap," she says, drowsily teasing.

[missingthekeep.livejournal.com]

"Yer fault," Sean says fondly, his eyes already closed. Usually, he's got a tad more ambition than this, but right now, all he wants out of life is to spend it laying here with her and pretending that nothing else exists. "F'r tirin' me out."

[drownondryland]

"I can live with it," Meredith says, smiling to herself. If it means he gets a little peace and some rest, she's more than satisfied taking the blame for that. Later she'll have to slip out and find a replacement for the evening, but for now, she just nudges him with her knee and says "Go to sleep," before she turns away to keep her weight off her injured side again. She reaches behind her for his hand to pull his arm around her, not tired enough to sleep, but not about to do anything to disrupt the calm while it lasts either.

[missingthekeep.livejournal.com]

Sean's nearly there already, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck as he nods off with a slurred whisper of "So perfect." Even broken, she's still perfect, still his, and for the moment, he really can't ask for more than that. Which is fortunate, since he doubts he'd get it anyway.