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Sweeney’s first thought when he heaved to life was ‘my coin’. Despite the pain of his tendons knitting back together, and the feeling of his blood beginning to pick up the pace again, he was utterly distracted by the fact that he could feel his coin once more, heating his whole body from the inside out. And then his second thought was ‘Laura’, and it nearly stopped his heart all over again. Where was Laura if he had the coin? He jumped up frantic and lightheaded, and slowly adjusted to the fact that he was indeed in a tomb. He swung his feet onto the ground and felt the unevenness and the sound of crunching glass. He stooped down and it didn’t take much for him to recognize the potion bottles Baron uses shattered on the floor along with a pile of ash. Sweeney jumped back as if he’d been stung. His eyes grew wider with each passing moment. Slowly he became aware of the fact that he was saying ‘no’ over and over again below his breath.
“No you stupid bitch, what did you do?” with no space left in his mind for logic he crawled over to laura's ashes and began to gather them together as if that would somehow help. In his frantic attempt to deny the truth he ignored the shards of glass cutting into his palms. He stopped when he could no longer see past the tears building in his eyes.
“You fucking bitch. If you weren’t already dead I’d fucking kill you.” Sweeney tugged at his hair and suddenly noticed the glass. He looked down and mummbled ‘fuck’ under his breath before attempting to removing the shards that were loged there. Despite his strength and stature he still winced as he picked at his wounds, the blood oozing and running onto the tomb floor.
Sweeney's vision was blurred again but this time by the dust that lifted with the strong gust of wind coming from the doorway.
“Jesus christ i’m not back two seconds. So much for my lucky fucking coin.” he rubbed harshly at his eyes and could feel the blood from his open wounds marking his face. He’d be a scary sight to whoever would come across him. When he opened his eyes again he knew he must be seeing things, because there she was, all 5’ 2 of her, layed out butt naked on the floor where once her ashes had been. Sweeney wondered if death had brought on a new kind of madness that he didn’t have before. He reached out to touch her foot, expecting to just feel air but it was solid. Before he knew it he was grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her, saying her name over and over.
“Mmmmm...stop..what the fuck? GET OFF ME!” Laura shoved against his chest but she no longer possessed her super strength so he barely budged. Sweeney let go anyway not wanting to freak her out.
“Why am I NAKED??”
“You tell me love! Last thing I knew you were a pile of dust on the fucking floor.”
Laura took in the image before her. This giant man kneeling on the floor, his face covered in a mixture of blood and tears. He was alive.
“It worked.” she said more to herself than anything else.
“Yes it fucking worked you absolute maniac. But please tell me how the fuck you turned yourself from a pile of dust to a fully functioning breathing person.”
“I…” Laura looked around, the glass shards glistening in the shaft of light coming through the door.
“I was in purgatory… and then something ripped me out of there. It was almost like being in your hoard but worse.” Laura wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling the cold, and then being shocked that she was in fact feeling anything. She was really back in business. Sweeney quickly pulled off his button up denim and passed it to her. She took it without protest.
“But how?'' Sweeney asked again, eyes probing. Laura weighed her options for a second. If she was wrong and she told him her theory he might laugh in her face and Laura really didn’t fancy dealing with that level of humiliation when she was already butt naked but Sweeney was not letting go of her gaze.
“The potion… I knew it wouldn’t work with Shadow. I figured you were my last hope to kill Wednesday, so I gave you back the coin but…” The last requirement was the blood infused with love, and there Sweeney sat, fresh blood covering his hands and face.
“What do you mean wouldn’t work with Shadow? Laura spit it out, how the fuck did this happen?”
“Your blood!...I think.. I don’t know. I just woke up from the afterlife, give me a second.”
Sweeney looked down at his hands, then to the potion bottle, then to his hands again. What did Laura mean, his blood? What wasn’t she telling him?
“I needed blood infused with love.” she said it quietly, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear her.
“I mean, it would explain...but no, I mean I’m me, and you’re you so..”
Sweeney could see how physically uncomfortable Laura looked so he decided to change the subject.
“Where are we?” he asked, looking around but not being able to see much past the bright light of the tomb door.
“New Orleans. I thought Brigitte and Baron could help bring you back.”
“Right. Wait here then. I’ll try and get a hold of Brigitte..”
“Already here mon ami.” Her silhouette blocking the doorway.
“I felt your return, so I followed the stench. Didn't want to interrupt your little reunion, but the lady looks like she could use a hand. “
Brigitte took the bandanna from her head, letting her long auburn hair flow loose around her shoulders. She began to hum to herself, and Laura watched as the headscarf grew and grew until it had taken on a whole other form. Brigitte handed it to Laura. It was a maroon coat that went down to her ankles.
“That’ll do till we get back home.”
“What do I get?” Sweeney asked indignantly.
“A kick up the arse. Now let's get going before someone sees the mess ye made.”
Laura and Sweeney followed behind Brigitte in silence.
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“Well well well, if it isn’t my worst customers. You know some other death gods might take offence to your constant flouting of the rules. “ Samedi teased from behind the bar, while pouring them a drink. Laura took the glass of whiskey eagerly.
“Take that to go love. You need a wash.” Brigitte lead Laura by the hand towards the apartment at the back. Sweeney barely gave them a second glance before sitting down at the bar and beginning to talk in hushed tones with Barron. Just as the door closed behind them Laura heard a dark laugh erupt from Samedi. She was glad someone found it amusing. Brigitte was oddly quiet as she prepared the bath for Laura, who was sitting awkwardly on the bathroom counter, legs dangling. Brigitte dipped her hand in the water before declaring that it was just right and reached for Laura's hand to help her down from her seat.
“In ya pop. I’ll be just down the hall so shout if you need anything.” Laura winced as she got in the tub but the heat felt so good. Just before Brigitte closed the door Laura called out for her so she paused, an expectant look on her face.
“The spell, it really worked...Sweeney, he..”
“Not my place, love. That's between you and the big unfriendly giant.” and then the door was closed and Laura was all alone, surrounded by silence. She hugged her bony knees tight to her chest and let the heat of the water bring her the rest of the way back to life.
She wasn’t sure how long she let herself soak in the tub before calling for Brigitte. She arrived in, rosy cheeked and a little tipsy, with some clothes for Laura.
“Dinners in 5.” and suddenly Laura felt her hunger. She was ravenous. When she arrived back down to the bar Sweeney and Brigitte were chatting and laughing as if Bridgitte hadn’t spent the last week pulling potions and spells out of her ass trying to bring him back from the dead. Laura shivered involuntarily at the memory of Sweeney lying dead in the shopping cart out the back.
He looked over at Laura then and his eyes burned a trail up and down her body, taking her in as if for the first time. Brigitte watched him closely, a grin slowly spreading across her lips. Laura was just about to ask what the fuck he was staring at when Samedi rang a bell from the kitchen.
“Dinner is served.” They all headed towards the dining room in the back. Once they began eating Laura could not pretend to have any manners, but then nobody seemed to mind. They ate with joy and abandon. She put away twice her body weight before she even bothered to look up from her plate. When she did she noticed that Sweeney had cleaned up too. No more blood stains or big rips in his clothes where a spear had stabbed him. Once everyone seemed satisfyingly full Brigitte began to clear the plates and Samedi slipped away to the bar to grab some more dark liquor. It was just Laura and Sweeney at the table now, sitting across from each other.
“No more maggots then?” he asked with a smirk.
“Well death didn’t help your manners. '' Laura punctuated the sentence by kicking him underneath the table. He retaliated just as quick.
“Ow! fucking asshole.”
“Hey kids, play nice.” Brigitte sighed as she reentered the room. Laura was grateful they weren’t alone for long. She didn’t know what she would do if Sweeney brought up her miraculous resurrection again. Samedi arrived back at the table with some hard liquor. He raised his glass and the others took theirs.
“To life after death and the power of LOVE!” he chuckled before throwing back his drink and kissing Brigitte deep and long. Laura wanted the ground to swallow her up in that moment. She could see Sweeney at the edge of her vision, taking a sip of his drink with his head hanging low.
“Perhaps we should leave these two love birds to talk it out.” Brigitte said, not for Samedi’s benefit. Before Sweeney had figured out how he was going to pretest to that particular statement they were gone. Laura and Sweeney both mummbled ‘fuck’ under their breath in unison.
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Nothing was said for several minutes. They drank in what must have been the world's most awkward silence, which was only made worse by the couple at the bar, who were not trying very hard to contain their mischievous laughter. Eventually Laura’s frustration outweighed her self preservation and she spoke up.
“I think your blood completed the potion...that that's how I came back.” Sweeney didn’t pretend like he’d heard what she’d said.
“Is this Samedi’s idea of a sick joke? He said I needed blood infused with love!” again Sweeney didn’t react.
“Say something!” Laura banged her fist down on the table. Sweeney lifted his gaze, with a look of something like resignation on his face.
“The man doesn't make jokes about that sort of thing. Doesn’t make no mistakes either.” Sweeney looked so sincere then that Laura felt nauseous. She jumped up from the table.
“Fuck you. Fuck all of you.” They all looked on in relative states of shock as she stormed out the front door and onto the loud and busy streets.
“Laura, wait. Would ya hold on!..jesus woman just stop for a second.” Sweeney grabbed her by the arm but she twisted out of his grip without looking back.
“You’re really gonna make me say it aren’t ya Laura?” she stopped then, dead in her tracks. It was the first time she could recall him calling her Laura.
“I love you, you thick cunt. It’s not a trick or a joke or a mistake, even though it feels like it fucking should be.” Sweeney spat out the words , all the while Laura had her back turned to him.
“Feeling my coin inside my chest again made me feel fucking sick to my stomach, because it meant that you didn’t have it anymore, that you weren’t alive anymore. So you can think what you like about me and them but the only one lying to you is yourself.” Laura was still frozen in place when she heard Sweeney walk away, the doors to the bar swinging open and closed as he passed through them.
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Laura walked around the streets of New Orleans, a thousand questions running through her head. What was true anymore? How could Sweeney possibly love her? Maybe he really was mad. What other explanation could there be? How could she be anything but a monster in his eyes? He saw the absolute worst of her, inside and out. Laura had never let that happen before, not even when she was married to Shadow. She protected him from the really bad bits, so that she could be the wife that he needed her to be.
She felt bad for storming out on Sweeney. How had he taken it the last time she’d left? She presumed he just went back to regular Mad Sweeney stuff. But maybe not. This past week she’d spent so much time trying to bring him back to life, that she hadn’t given herself time to understand that he was dead. The grief she’d been avoiding started to rise to the surface of her conscious mind. A tight knot formed in her throat and her eyes began to sting. What was the last thing she’d said to him that day? It was something cruel and cutting no doubt. She hadn’t understood in the heat of the argument, but now she could see that even then, Sweeney was trying to tell her he cared for her. Now she really felt like an asshole. She knew she had to at least try and minimize the damage she caused, so she headed back to the bar.
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Laura took a deep breath before pushing open the doors. It was a familiar sight. Sweeney draped over the bar nursing a drink, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“There she is!” he slurred out. Brigitte and Samedi didn’t look overly impressed by her arrival.
“ Your turn to baby sit love. We’ve been at it for enough lifetimes.'' Brigitte threw down her tea towel and left the bar, followed closely by Samedi. Laura slowly made her way towards Sweeney. She realized after a couple of seconds that he was way too far gone to hold any serious conversation so she relaxed. His words came out slurred so she had to really focus to understand what he was saying.
“Thought you were gone for good this time.” followed by a messy sip of his drink which dribbled down his chin.
“And where would I go?” she asked, laughing at the thought of going ‘home’.
“Wherever you went last time you left me here.” he said it flippantly but Laura could tell there was weight behind the words.
“Well I’m here now so..” she pointed out rather awkwardly.
“Did you see any gods in purgatory? I don’t remember where I was. Just here and gone. “
“Okay maybe we don’t talk about being dead hmm?” Laura decided she should probably put him to bed. Sweeney was so drunk that his grip on the glass was easily broken by her.
“I think we should call it a night.” Laura had a job to keep Sweeney upright on their long journey up the stairs. His giant frame hulked over her as they stumbled over every second step. They were making so much noise that Laura was convinced the others could hear them struggling, but if they did they made no attempt to help. Laura enjoyed the relief of throwing Sweeneys body off her shoulder and onto the bed. He already looked like he was asleep by the time he hit the mattress. She took off his giant boots before swinging his legs into the bed and tossing a blanket over him for good measure. Laura winced involuntarily when she imagined how bad his hangover would be in the morning. She paused for a moment, watching him sleep, when her chest suddenly tightened with fear. Was he breathing? She looked closely at his chest for it’s rise and fall and sure enough it was there. Clearly there was still a part of her that had not recovered from his death.
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Laura knew Sweeney was awake because it sounded like there was a dying animal making its way down the stairs. He stopped in his tracks at the entrance to the bar, eyes squinting against the midday sun.
“Baron, please tell me you have one of those tasty cures for me.”
“You know I got you.” Samedi smirked, placing a glass of thick purplish brown liquid on the bar. Laura was busy trying to stop her mind from imagining all the horrors within that glass when she suddenly felt Sweeney’s eyes on her.
“Morning. Or should I say afternoon. ” She said, so innocently, like nothing had happened.
Sweeney scoffed at her in return before dragging himself to the bar and downing Samedi’s cure in one.
“Right. I’m gonna grab some breakfast and then we’ll talk strategy shall we Dead Wife?” Sweeney calling her dead wife hurt more than it should have.
“Not dead. Not a wife. And what strategy is this?” she bit back, unwilling to yield to him.
“ To kill Wednesday of course! That's the whole reason you brought me back from the dead after all!” and then he was off to the kitchen, leaving Laura to deal with the growing pit in her stomach. Samedi’s familiar chuckle made Laura's head snap around.
“What.Is.So.God.Damn.Funny?” she demanded, before instantly regretting sassing the Loa of the dead whose house she was staying in.
“Mon ami, when you’ve been around as long as I have, ain’t much that isn’t funny.” he said, before turning away to finish stocking the bar.
Not too long after Sweeney had disappeared into the kitchen Brigitte burst out of it.
“I have fucking had it up to here with the two of ye! That fucker has gotten a second chance at life! YOU are on your third! Tell me why you want to throw that away on a suicide mission to stick it to some dusty nordic twat who doesn’t give two fucks why you are trying to kill him in the first place!” Brigitte was fully embodying the redhead stereotype. She stood in the middle of the bar, arms flailing to punctuate her words. Samedi had a look of adoration painted across his face as he watched her blow up.
“Ugh..” she suddenly let all the air out of her, and looked like she had finished her little rant before her arms swung upwards again.
“..and while i'm at it, if you two don’t talk it out or fuck or SOMETHING you’ll have to find somewhere else to lay your head because I am NOT putting up with the teenage drama ANYMORE!” You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed. Laura saw Sweeney standing in the kitchen doorway with a slice of toast hanging from his mouth as he looked on in disbelief. Laura was frozen in place.
“Today would be nice!” Brigitte exclaimed before motioning to Laura to go to the kitchen. Laura did as she was told, because if she was being honest, something about Brigitte made her scarier than all the other gods she’d met.
The kitchen doors swung shut behind Laura. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. She’d spent most of the morning trying to find the perfect thing to say when she saw Sweeney again, but now she couldn’t remember a word of it. Sweeney was leaning back against the kitchen island, chewing on the last of his toast, like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“So what's the plan?” he asked, licking his fingers before crossing his arms over his chest. Laura must have taken too long to piece together a coherent thought cause Sweeney jumped in.
“Let me guess. Get spear from hoard. Stab Wednesday with spear. Sound about right?” she couldn’t fault him there. That was about as far as she’d gotten with her ‘plan’. But with each passing second Laura knew Sweeney was getting further and further from her, and she didn’t know how to make it stop. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion.
“Well?” he said rather incredulously.
“ You really pissed me off dying like that...such an asshole move.” Laura said, matching his energy.
“Well I’m sorry I didn’t consult you about it before hand, on account of me not having a fucking clue where you were!” The anger in his voice couldn’t erase the pain in his eyes.
“Look, I'm sorry alright...I’m sorry I left the way I did. Things were already so messed up and I couldn’t..” the words caught in her throat.
“Couldn’t what?” he demanded.
“I couldn’t bare to think that I had let myself trust the wrong person again.” she couldn’t look him in the eyes when she said this.
“If you had actually listened to me instead of running off maybe we could have avoided a whole lot of hassle then.” Laura could hear the softness creep into his voice.
“Maybe.” she looked up with a half smile. Neither of them wanted to be the one to bring up the blood or Sweeney’s admission from the night before but Laura knew if she didn’t do something now, she would lose him for good.
“Last night..” Laura began but Sweeney cut her off.
“I shouldn’t have said all that. Let's just focus on the plan..” Laura stepped closer and put a hand on Sweeney’s chest.
“No. Just.. listen to me for a second. When I left last night, for the first time since you died I realized that you could have stayed dead. Giving you back your coin was my last hope. I didn’t know it then but it was the perfect plan. If it didn’t work I’d already be dead, so I wouldn't have to deal with the fact that you were really gone. “
“Laura..” Sweeney said it almost like a warning. He had an idea of where she was going with this and the thought terrified him.
“You were right. I was lying to myself. I...I don’t want to be without you again..I can’t lose you.” Laura couldn’t hold back her tears then. The grief that she has never let herself feel came rushing forward mixed with the anger at letting herself be so vulnerable. Her hands knotted into her hair as she tried to contain the surge of emotion in her tiny body.
“Hey hey look there's no need for that..come here..no need..I’m not going anywhere..” his voice was so gentle and calm as he held Laura tight to his chest.
“ You’re all I have left…” she said through shaky breaths. Those words broke something open in Sweeney.
“I didn’t think I could lose anything else when I met you. I thought my coin was the last thing left and you were holding it inside your maggoty chest. But that wasn’t all you took. I’m yours now Laura. I couldn’t leave you if I tried, and believe me I’ve tried. Even when you were thrown in bits across the road I couldn’t leave. I put every rotting bit of you back together and put my coin back into your chest because you were and are the only thing that makes sense. “
Laura looked up at Sweeney searching for any hint that this was all some cruel and terrible joke but all she found was a complete look of adoration. He reached down and wiped away the tears on her cheeks with a gentle brush of his thumb. This small gesture brought down the last of Laura's defenses. She balanced onto her tippy toes, leaning into Sweeney for support , before reaching behind his neck and bringing him closer to her level. Their foreheads touched, and there was a breathless moment of anticipation before they kissed. It was rough and messy with tears. Laura pulled him closer again, so that their bodies were pressed tightly together. Her fingers ran up the back of his head and curled into his hair. He leaned down then and picked her up with one swift movement, her legs wrapping around his waist. Even an inch of distance seemed too far to them. It was almost like with each kiss they were trying to melt into one another. Laura could feel his hardness pressing into her thigh and she couldn’t resist grinding on it ever so slightly, which was enough to elicit a deep moan from Sweeney.
“Laura..” the breathless exclamation on her voice only encouraged her but Sweeneys hands were on her hips holding her still.
“I think...maybe we should...slow down.” he said rather timidly, as Laura watched a blush spread across his face and neck.
“What?” she asked with genuine confusion. She rubbed off his hardness again, as if to punctuate the question.
“Ugh...fuck..well I don’t fancy giving them a free show.” he said, pointing his head in the vague direction of the bar where Bridgett and Baron were no doubt listening to every word.
“Bit late for that don’t you think. What's the real reason?” she said, cocking an eyebrow.
“I..you..I don’t want to take advantage. You were just crying for fuck sake. I know I’m scum but I have some morals.” Laura couldn’t help but laugh at how gentle he was being all of a sudden. When she saw that Sweeney didn’t find it very funny she stopped.
“Right. Well….how about I take advantage of you?” Laura said it with a smirk on her face but really she was terrified that that had just been his kind way of saying he didn’t want to fuck the girl he’d watched puke up live maggots. It took Sweeney a second but he began to match Laura's mischievous energy.
“What did you have in mind?” his eyes trailed over her body, thinking up all the things she could ask of him.
“Eat me out.” Sweeney smiled before wetting his lips. He slowly turned them around so that Laura was sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter. Sweeey stood with an arm on either side of her before leaning to look directly into her eyes.
“Just promise me one thing.” the tendrils of his breath caressed Laura's collarbone and neck.
“Mmhmm.” She said, all of a sudden feigning innocence.
“Be as loud as you want.” and before Laura could respond Sweeney had his hands on her thighs pulling her to the edge of the counter. The heat of his hands burned a trail to her hips where he expected to find her underwear but Laura wasn’t wearing any under her dress. Sweeney’s breath caught at this pleasant surprise.
“ Woman, you are fucking brilliant.” With that Sweeney kissed the inside of Laura’s knee, his hands finding their way to the inside of her thighs. His touch was gentle but it brought alive every nerve ending she had. He began trailing kisses up her leg, getting closer to her pussy which was painfully throbbing with the need for friction or contact. Laura whimpered slightly under her breath with impatience. Sweeney froze. What now?
“What was that thing you promised?” Sweeney quickly ran his tongue along the opening of Laura's lips.
“ To be as loud as I want.”Laura responded breathless with the anticipation of what was to come. Sweeney got down on his knees and put one of her legs over his shoulder. Just the sight of Sweeney between her legs, eyes heavy with lust, was enough to make Laura wet. He held her gaze as he slowly ran his tongue in between her lips again, this time going deeper, tasting more of her. He watched with glee as her eyes closed in pleasure.
“fuck , don’t you dare fucking tease me you asshole. I’m the one taking advantage, remember.” Laura warned, clearly desperate. Sweeney smiled at this, glad to see the new dynamic of him being between her legs didn’t affect how they interacted. And then he began again, his tongue lapping at her wetness, gentle but precise. His tongue slowly licking her clit elicited loud moans of appreciation from Laura which only made Sweeney more eager to please. When his tongue slipped inside her, Laura ground her hips down, desperate for more.
“Fuck ugh Sweeney yes..”Lauras fingers knotted into his hair as Sweeneys tongue found its way back to Lauras clit. And then he stopped and Laura let out a whimper of disappointment before looking down to see Sweeney removing his middle and index finger from his mouth. He knew better than to tease Laura but he still took his time as his fingers slowly entered her.
“Holy fuck Laura your so wet.” Sweeney expressed his delight in this by beginning to eat her out again. The sensation of his mouth on her clit with his fingers inside of her elicited a whole new sound from Laura. She was giving over to the pure pleasure of the moment, utterly vulnerable. Every cry and whimper that Laura let out just made Sweeney want to hear it again and again.
“Ugh Sweeney, I’m...I’m gonna ...ugh..” Laura's knuckles were almost white from how tightly she was holding on to Sweeney’s hair, but he didn’t seem to notice or he just didn’t care. He could feel her begin to pulse around his fingers and kept his exact pace and motion on her clit.
“Yes, there, fuck….ugh..yes..” her words soon turned to incoherent cries of pleasure. Laura's legs tightened around Sweeney’s head but he kept going as Laura’s orgasam washed over her entire body until she was trembling, bucking her hips involuntarily. The sensation was almost too much to bare as Sweeney continued with slow gentle movements of his tongue, removing his fingers. Laura's legs slowly released Sweeneys head from the vice it was in. The look on his face could only be described as blissed out. Laura propped herself onto her elbow as Sweeney slowly stood up. She sat up to meet his lips for a slow deep kiss. She could taste herself on him and she liked it. Then without warning Sweeney’s fingers were teasing at her clit. She sucked in her breath.
“How about another one for good luck, hmm?” he smirked. Laura was so sensitive from the last one that it didn’t take much to bring her back to the edge. It was safe to say Sweeney knew what he was doing. Laura wrapped her arms around Sweeney's neck, kissing and biting his lips with a deep hunger. Just as Laura came again, Sweeney leaned back slightly so that he could watch the expression on her face. Her whole body felt like jelly by the time she came down to earth again. She rested her head against Sweeneys chest, slowly catching her breath. Laura could feel the counter beneath her was now covered in her wetness. She could also feel Sweeeneys boner on her inner thigh. He had to be so hard by now. When she looked down and saw the outline of dick in his jeans she knew she would not have been able to take him unless she was as wet as she is now. She wanted to feel him inside her so badly. She began undoing his belt, letting one hand fall to stroke his length through his jeans. He breathed in deep.
“Are you sure?” In response to his question Laura wrapped one hand around his dick, brushing her thumb along the tip that was already oozing with precum.
“Fuck. Alright then.” Sweeney pulled pants down further so that Laura could see his whole length. She spat on her hand before returning it to his cock. Sweeney grunted in pleasure. Laura liked how helpless he looked with just the slightest gesture of her hand. After a couple of seconds they both locked eyes and they both knew what they wanted and that they wanted it right now. Sweeny leaned forward, letting his breath tickle the side of her neck as he whispered in her ear.
“I want to feel your wetness all around me. I want to be inside of you...is that okay?” he said the last part looking directly into her eyes.
“Fuck yes.” Laura wrapped one arm around his shoulder, while her other hand helped to guide him to her entrance. Slowly inch by inch he entered her, all the time trying to fight the pleasure that was willing his eyes closed so that he could see that she was okay, that he wasn’t hurting her.
“Ugh fuck Laura.” Sweeney collapses forward so that their foreheads are pressed together. For a second they just stay there not moving.
“ This already feels so much better than that magical bullshit they pulled that night.” Laura smirked, before wrapping her legs around Sweeney, pulling him deeper. Slowly she began moving, grinding on him. He lifted her by the hips guiding her up and down his length. Her wetness felt like heaven on his cock. They moved in unison, holding onto each other like their lives depended on it. Their kisses were rough and sloppy and desperate and hungry. The sound of skin on skin and their moans filled the room.
“Laura I can’t…” Sweeney was already close. Laura just felt so good.
“You gonna come for me?” she asked, wanting nothing more than to see him come undone in her arms.
“Uhh yes fuck..” his hips began to stutter and Laura knew he was close. She reached down with one hand to rub her clit. It didn’t take much for Laura to be right there with him. The sounds of their ecstasy harmonizing.
“I want you to come inside me, okay?” Laura could barely speak, she was so out of breath.
“Yes..ug Laura ugh..” It was the feeling of Laura’s walls pulsing on his dick as she came that sent him over the edge. They wrapped themselves around each other, riding out every single second of their orgasam. When they had both regained enough strength to remain upright, Sweeney fixed himself up before swinging Laura into his arms and walking her towards the back of the room.
“Am what do you think you’re doing?” Laura was genuinely confused.
“Need to get you cleaned up. Call me old fashioned but I don’t think it's very chivalrous to let you walk all the way upstairs to the bathroom with my cum dripping down your leg. “ he said turning the corner to head up the stairs Laura had dragged him up the previous night.
“ and they say romance is dead. “ They both laughed at this, before Sweeney gently placed her down by the bathroom door. Laura made her way in but stopped when she realized Sweeney was still standing in the hallway.
“Oh my bad, I thought you might be interested in sexy shower stuff, guess I was wrong..”she said sarcastically and began closing the door. Sweeney stopped the door with one hand, with a little more strength than was probably required.
“Well alright then.” They began undressing, giggling like a couple of teenagers who were about to go skinny dipping. Laura caught sight of herself in the mirror and traced her fingers along where her autopsy scars had once been. Sweeney stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his nose in her hair.
“Actually, you really do need a shower. You stink.” Laura threw her elbow back into his stomach as a retort. He feigned hurt but she knew she didn’t have that kind of strength anymore. She turned to face him. He’s smiling an easy smile, the kind that only comes along in those little moments of contentment. He reaches to turn on the shower and out of nowhere the words are building in her chest, and if Laura knows anything it’s that she’s not gonna get another chance at this so she lets them spill out of her.
“I love you….by the way..” she cringed afterwards realizing how awkward that sounded but Sweeney didn’t seem to mind. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, her naked skin set alight wherever it touched his.
“I love you too.” The moment that followed that was one of the happiest and scariest moments of Laura's life because she finally realized she could not hide any longer. Sweeney knew her like nobody else, but he also loved her like nobody else, and that seemed like a fair trade.