missingthekeep | [for Meredith]

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[for Meredith]

It's long past late by the time Sean weaves his way around Doc and pulls himself through the front door, battered and sore but feeling on top of the world in spite of it all. A few drinks to calm his nerves had unfortunately had something of the opposite effect, making him more jumped up and energetic than ever and turning into a few more, which wound up costing him half the evening. Either way, he's home now, no matter the shape he's in. And anyway, he hadn't meant to get in a fight, he'd been more curious than anything when he turned up to the little gathering, but then he wasn't exactly given a choice and that had been that. He certainly can't regret it, at any rate, not when coming home to Meredith has been the perfect ending to far worse days than this one.

Hopefully she's still awake.

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It's a little frustrating for her that the answer's the same to that question, too. Meredith hesitates a moment, then nods again, hand moving down his back to pull him closer. "Yes," she says. "God, Sean, yes."

"Oh, thank God," Sean says in a whispered rush, any tentativeness in his actions disappearing as he starts in on getting her pants off. The way he feels right now is far needier in his eyes than asking for a little bit of validation, but he's more than a little biased, and he also doesn't have it in him to care just yet. That's what the morning will be for.

Meredith bites her lip, whimpering as she lifts her hips to help him. It isn't fair he can make her so angry, so hurt, and still have this effect on her, but she wants to forget, too, and she's not going to let it slow her down now that she's surer of her decision. "So you still want me?" she asks, like that isn't perfectly self-evident.

"So much," Sean says, his words slurred and movements rough as he strips her, his heart pounding somewhere up near his throat as if they've never done this before. "Want ye so much it makes me crazy sometimes."

"I know," Meredith says on an exhale, moving to kiss him again, on the mouth, then the neck. "Sometimes I don't even know why, I just want you. In me, touching me, just..." Now has to be one of the those times, when she's so sure she'll just be mad at him again tomorrow, but she just wants his hands on her as she sucks at his throat.

"Yes," Sean hisses, drawing the sound out, not even sure what he's agreeing with. At least he's not alone in feeling this way, he thinks, tipping his head back as he works to get his boxers off, set on fulfilling a few of those mysterious wants of hers. Whatever it is they've done to each other, he has to believe that it's something good.

Meredith hesitates, uncertain if only because she's not sure about letting go altogether when he's banged up like this, but the moment passes. She turns her attention back to him, teeth dragging down the line of his neck. If something hurts, if something's off limits, he'll say so. Until then, she just wants to put all this fuss behind her for a little while and feel good, hand moving down his hip as she kisses him again.

If he pays too much attention to it, everything hurts, but so long as he doesn't focus on it, it just adds a bit of a bite to the proceedings, heightens the sensations that much more. His breathing goes a touch ragged as he slides her panties off and nudges her legs apart, baring his throat to her all the while. He's no masochist, but he wouldn't change a single thing right now if given the chance.

Rolling onto her back, Meredith lifts her head to keep at his throat, sucking at the skin there, her hand at his neck. She just wants him close, wants him on her, but it's easier this way to follow that cue, legs spreading apart so readily, she's half-forgotten why she resisted to begin with. "Sean," she breathes out, reaching blindly for his wrist, pulling his hand toward her.

"Meredith," Sean gasps by way of reply, mouth curling up into a dazed smile as he presses one finger into her, moving to cover her body with his own even as he does. If tonight was about finding release, some place to vent all his pent-up frustrations, the ability to grasp why this just wasn't enough is suddenly beyond him. This is everything, she's all he needs. How could he forget that?

Meredith moans, hips lifting at once. It just makes her want that much more, something wound tight and low in her belly, legs moving a little further still. She can think of this as a problem if she wants to, a distraction from the real issues, but that's what she wants so much of the time, it's impossible to care. "Oh god," she gasps, pushing herself up to kiss him, every part of her straining toward him.

Slipping his tongue past her lips, Sean settles himself between her legs, continuing to work at her just to see her wind herself up, get her drawn so tight she feels like she might snap and know that it's all for him. His own needs are far too pressing to ignore for long though, and he has to stop, fumbling to get himself into position and resting his forehead against hers so he can catch his breath before he really needs it.

Already it feels like her heart's going a mile a minute. A whine catching in her throat when he stops, Meredith looks up, hazy and desperate. She wants what's next more, though, and she does her best to pull herself together before, slowly, deliberately, she rocks her hips against his, gasping again. She's still reserving judgment on just how much this makes up for, but god, how he gets to her.

Sean can't hold back in the face of that and he presses forward, rocking up into her as the air leaves his body in a rush. There's no more hesitation. One moment he's entering her, and the next he's moving in quick, sharp thrusts that only highlight what rough shape he's in as he pushes himself up on his arms for support. He doesn't care in the slightest.

With a sharp cry, hips snapping up, Meredith turns her head away. It's as sudden as it is expected, overwhelming, and she needs a moment to recover the breath she's lost. He doesn't make it easy, occupying the whole of her attention, making it difficult to breathe or think, making her want that, any lingering doubts pushed aside. She looks up a moment later, hooking a leg over his hips as she tries to match him, a hand at the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss.

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.

Head falling back against the pillow, Meredith digs her nails into his shoulders before she thinks better of it, reaching up to grab at the headboard instead. It's almost too hard, too much, and there's nothing better suited to destroying the what lingers of that sense of vulnerability. She didn't want what he was offering before and she's not sure anything's actually changed at all, but she wants this, him, pushing into her so deep she can barely draw breath without some moan or cry coming out instead.

Wincing as he arches his back at the sting of her nails (though not necessarily wanting her to stop), Sean only increases the pace of his hips, unable or unwilling to reign himself in for anything. Silent save for his increasingly harsh breaths, he pushes himself as far as he thinks he can go and then keeps going, lost in the feel of this perfect body, this perfect woman that he's somehow managed to hang on to in spite of all his screw-ups. He slides one hand between them as soon as he feels himself getting close to resume the action that his fingers started. He didn't go into this with much of a game plan beyond just getting off, but he's not about to waste any opportunity to feel her come first from within.

Meredith's heart jumps at that, managing to feel like it's racing too fast and skipping beats at once. Forcing her eyes open, she looks up at him, dazed and wordless, sounds catching in her throat like they can't get past her heart lodged there. As much as she wants this to last, she hardly even tries to hold off. It seems pointless when he's this relentless, when all she can do is hold on and keep moving, desperate for every touch, every thrust. She lifts her head to try to kiss him again and winds up arching into him instead, crying out as she comes. It hits her hard, over and over, and she keeps bucking up against him, too much and never enough.

Sean tries to last, he really does, but he's already a wreck and with the way she cries out, tightening around him relentlessly, he doesn't stand a chance. Muscles tightening, he holds off his own climax until she starts to come down a bit, and then he's dropping to his elbow and curling in toward her, his forehead pressed hard to her shoulder as his sweat-slicked body slams into hers a few last times before he's gone. He doesn't even hear the sound he makes over his blood rushing through his veins, a high-pitched exhalation that tears itself roughly from his throat as he just barely keeps himself from collapsing right then and there.

Meredith lies there just trying to catch her breath, not sure how long it is before she lifts her arms to wrap loosely around him. Any misgivings she had earlier seem unimportant now, at least with regards to this; he was clearly more than up to the task after all. Even once her breathing starts to even out some, she doesn't want to move, limp and warm, deliciously worn out, except to turn her head and kiss the side of his.

Sean just feels broken as he lays there, like a marionette with strings cut and joints smashed, unable to do so much as think. It's fantastic. Eventually, either a few seconds or a few hours later, he's not sure which, he feels the soft press of her lips and he forces himself to stretch out next to her with a groan that's equal parts pleasure and pain. "Mmm, c'mere," he murmurs, gently tugging her close for a proper kiss.

There isn't much that could make Meredith move right now, but that's reason enough. She rolls toward him, leaning into the kiss, an arm draped over him again. "Hi," she says against his mouth, starting to smile as she presses closer, still craving the feel of him against her. How he can make her feel so awful and so good in such quick succession, she doesn't know, but she doesn't need to as long as the second half stays true.

"Hi yerself," Sean whispers fondly as he slips his arms around her and pulls her half on top of him. He's pretty sure he's never moving from this spot again. Now this is the ending to the day that he'd been looking for.

Meredith settles against him with a sigh, face buried against the curve of his neck. There's a lot to worry about, a lot she should say that'll likely all come rushing back sometime inconvenient, but right now, she can't seem to remember any of it. He seems to be holding up just fine, after all. "Love you," she murmurs, lifting her head for another kiss.

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