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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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.

"Love ye," Sean replies, moving his head only the absolute minimum distance necessary to kiss her back, his smile now drowsy and content. "I really am sorry f'r worryin' ye."

Meredith nods, resting her head on his chest and pulling his arm a little closer around her. "Thank you," she murmurs. "It's just this place. Never knowing what's happened, if you're coming back, it puts me on edge." She hates being that person, the paranoid woman home alone, waiting for her man. It doesn't add up in her head, but she can't turn it off either. Then again, she's not so sure what about that would change if they went home and he returned to his work.

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Sean gives a subtle nod, though his smile doesn't fade and he doesn't take his eyes off of her for a second. "How many times've I got ta tell ye 'fore ye believe it? I'm always comin' back t'ye." Sometimes it just takes him longer than it should.

Meredith turns her face against his skin, quiet a moment with her eyes closed, more relaxed than she thought she could be tonight. "I know you will," she says, tipping her head up again. She'll never forgive him if he doesn't. "I believe you. But I worry sometimes anyway."

"I'd tell ye ta knock it off, but I ken it's nae as simple as that," Sean says with a short, quiet chuckle as his eyes slip closed. He's certainly not going to stop worrying about such things anytime soon.

It isn't, not by a long shot, though Meredith wishes it were. She's just been too wrong about too many important things and this place is unpredictable. "Just keep coming back," she says. "Keep coming back and maybe someday I'll get it to stick."

"Can do, lassie," Sean murmurs happily, trying to get a hold of the covers without moving more than is absolutely necessary. "All ye need ta do is keep distracting me long enae that I f'rget ta worry."

"About what?" Meredith asks. "I'm not going anywhere either. Not without you." It takes her a few moments to realize what he's trying to do and then a few moments more before she can make herself move, pushing the covers down with her foot instead until she can get under.

"I still worry when I 'member to," Sean says, finally able to relax for the first time all night. "Ye know how 'tis."

"I wish I didn't," Meredith says. "But yeah. Well. I can distract you. That, I'm good at." Not always as good as she'd like to be when they aren't in bed, but these days, she has to take what victories she can.

"That, ye're amazin' at," Sean amends, leaning down to nuzzle at her hair for a few moments as he edges further under the sheets. Admittedly, right this second, he's thinking only about when they're in bed, but it holds true the rest of the time, as well.

"I'd hope you think so," Meredith says wryly, slipping higher to kiss him again, slow and lingering. She's still not thrilled about what he did tonight, but she doesn't want to argue anymore, not right now. "You're kind of biased, but I like it that way. Works in my favor."

"Who's biased?" Sean protests mildly, opening his eyes halfway and trying not to laugh for some reason. "I'll have ye know I go into these things entirely impartial-like."

"Oh, of course," Meredith says, swatting at his shoulder. She smirks drowsily, shaking her head at him. "What happened to you always want me?"

"Still holds," Sean says with a smug, stubborn shake of his head. "No bias involved, though. Jus' makes sense."

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