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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]

"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.