Sean's kiss is messy and off-centre as he drives himself into her over and over, intent on forcing as many of those luscious sounds and sensations out of her as he can. It hurts, but it doesn't feel like it does, the warm and yielding curves of her body acting like a balm against his bruises and settling his mind with all its frayed, worn-out thoughts. Maybe sex isn't some magic cure-all for whatever was ailing them a few minutes ago, but right now, it sure as hell feels like it is.