from the intimacy prompts, can I please request 2 and 21 with Sean Falco?
Pairing: Sean Falco x Reader Prompt: laying atop each other, kissing shoulders + listening to someone’s heartbeat Word Count: 471 a/n: @xenteaart also requested a palm kiss + laying atop each other, kissing shoulders with Sean, so I decided to combine these two prompts. Also a direct continuation of this drabble from earlier. :3
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Collapsing atop Sean with a content sigh, you rested your cheek against his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat beneath your ear as you caught your breath, still pounding rather hard after your passionate activities and you felt his arms wrap around you, holding you against him.
“Well, that was some pretty good make up sex,” he murmured, a grin in his voice, his hands brushing over your back, and you chuckled softly.
“You can say that again,” you mused, shifting your face to look up at him from where you lay, resting your chin against his chest, finding him already watching you, affection in his soft gaze.
“Maybe we should have more arguments, if they end up like this,” Sean teased, his grin faltering as you poked him in the ribs.
“Ow!”
“Hey now, don’t joke about that!” you huffed sternly, your lips turning to a pout. “I hate it when we argue,” you exclaimed.
Sean’s face softened and he brushed an errant strand of hair from your forehead as you glowered at him. “You know I’m only teasin’, darlin’. I hate it when we fight too. Luckily it doesn’t happen often,” he pointed out, his hand moving from your hair to trace the curve of your jaw, his thumb caressing your flush skin.
“Yeah, luckily,” you agreed, that pang of guilt from earlier returning however, as you remembered the worry etched in his face. “I really am sorry,” you murmured softly, leaning into Sean’s touch, turning your face into his palm, placing a kiss there and he smiled.
“It’s alright, I’ve already forgiven yeh, darlin’. Truly,” he insisted, sighing softly, moving his hand from your face to pull you closer, wanting to kiss your lips.
“I know, but--”
“Shh,” he shushed, quieting you with a lingering kiss that made you feel rather light and floaty. Grinning almost drunkenly, though you’d had nothing to drink all night, you dragged your lips from his to his cheek and down his jaw to his neck, not stopping til you’d kissed a slow path down to his shoulder.
“C’mere, you” he murmured with a soft laugh, almost a hitch of his breath, and you gave in, resting your cheek against his shoulder, tucked into the crook of his neck.
“I wasn’t really mad mad, just…” he sighed, trailing off. “I don’t even wanna think about you gettin’ hurt. I couldn’t stand that,” he admitted and you squeezed your arms around his chest, burying your face against his neck.
“I know. I won’t take any more unnecessary risks. I promise,” you said and Sean nodded, his fingers never ceasing their endless soothing patterns against your skin.
“I can’t lose yeh, [y/n],” he whispered, the words barely audible.
“You won’t,” you insisted, a soft fierceness to your words and Sean hugged you tighter.
“Good.”
