The Little One

Title: The Little One, 2/?

Author: sugarkisses

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sean Bean/ OFC

Summary: Mostly PWP, but could turn into a true love story. There’s a young woman who works on the set in NZ. Sean has been eyeing her and she him. What happens when things come to a head in a pub one night?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sean Bean, and should he ever read this, I write this without the intention of insulting him, but with the intention of letting him know that he has inspired many a fantasy for me… I do, however, own Miss Anne, no holds barred.

Feedback: Please, I need it! Be nice, though!

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Sean awoke feeling good the next morning: no better than good. Little Anne was pressed against him, her deep breaths tickling his chest. Never in his life had he known a woman who could make him feel such wonderful things. She was a giving lover, which was more than he had ever thought that he could ask for at this point in his life.

Doing his best not to disturb her, Sean rolled over and got a cigarette from his nightstand, lighting it and leaning back in bed.

“That’s not a good idea”

Turning over, he found that Anne was awake and gazing at him. “What’s not a good idea, love?”

“Smoking in bed” she supplied, leaning over him. “And smoking in bed without offering me a drag”

Sean chuckled. “Good morning to you, too…”

Anne climbed over him, resting her chest on his own and leaning down: Sean lifted the cigarette to her lips and watched her inhale and blow the smoke away.

“Did you have a good evening last night?” she inquired, running her right index finger over the “100% BLADE” tattoo on his left bicep. He had told her that it was for his favorite footie team the night before, when she had asked after another round of lovemaking.

“I had a fucking wonderful evening… and you, love?”

“Well, I almost caused a fight at a bar, and then this bloke came by and saved me, after which he took me home and fucked my brains out…”

Sean chuckled once more. “Hope I don’t know him… I’ll fucking kill him for touching my girl…”

“Possessive, aren’t you?” Anne joked, kissing his shoulder.

“Yes, as a matter of fact: it’s one of my faults. So, if you’re planning on splitting now that you know that, it’s too late.”

Anne giggled. “I’m sure I can handle it: the last thing I want is for you to get upset. You turn into a big, mean bear…”

Blowing smoke at the ceiling, he smiled. “Do I now?”

“Yes, you do… and it’s very sexy…”

“I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not” Sean answered, leaning towards the nightstand and putting his cigarette out. “My temper tends to get me into trouble.”

Anne sighed and cuddled down with him, placing her leg over his waist and moving it up and down. “Do you have to be on the set today?”

“No, it’s fucking Saturday, thank god. What about you?”

“Nope… I don’t have to work: just about everyone is off on the weekend”

“Sounds like we get a day in bed” Sean mused, rubbing her back.

“Why do I have the feeling that you already have the day planned?” Anne inquired, raising her eyebrow.

“Other than breakfast and a shower, the only thing I’m definite about is more shagging…” he stated, kissing the top of her head.

“I can make you a big breakfast” Anne whispered, leaning up to kiss the bottom of his chin.

“I could always give you a ‘big breakfast’…”

“Very funny” Anne responded, giggling. “That would work for me, but you need something real for your tummy. What do you have in your kitchen?”

“Fuck if I know… I get deliveries once a week, just like all the other actors.”

“I should be able to work with that…” Kissing him softly, Anne sat up and gazed down at him. “I don’t suppose that you have a robe I can borrow: so that I can go make you something to eat…”

“Sorry, love: I think you’d trip and kill yourself if you wore it. I have some shirts in my closet…”

Anne stood up and padded over to the closet door, opening it slowly. She could feel his eyes on her as she moved: leaning forward, she perused his shirts. She settled her sight on a red and white striped football jersey with a black color.

“This is your team, right?” she asked, turning to look at him. Anne gasped when she saw that Sean was sitting up and watching her, holding his cigarette with his right hand and lazily stroking his cock with his left.

“That’s my team, all right” Sean replied, smiling slyly. “You want to wear it?”

Anne nodded, unable to find her voice in order to respond: god, they had made love three times the night before, but despite this fact, she found herself immediately aching for him. There’s something about a man stroking himself in front of you, she thought, especially when he isn’t the least bit shy about it.

“I’m sorry, love, did you say that you want to wear it?” Sean inquired, nonchalantly inhaling from his cigarette as if he weren’t stroking himself at the same time. The way that her little eyes followed his hand as he moved made him throb with desire.

“Y-yes” Anne stated, her speech finally returning.

“Well, I’ll make you a deal, Anne… You can wear my footie jersey… if you suck me off…”

Sean’s words were the last straw: she was randy as hell for him. “Sean… You’re being a tease…”

“And you aren’t?” he questioned back, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray on his nightstand. “In case you forgot, you’re naked…” Sean let his eyes wash over her, his heart beating faster by the second. “You’re showing me your beautiful tits and your perfect ass… You’re making me randy as fuck…”

“Just by standing here?”

“Mm-hm” Sean intoned, smiling. “You could always remedy that by making the deal and putting on my jersey…”

Anne couldn’t help but grin at him: she slid her arms into the shirt, only to be stopped by the clucking of his tongue.

“I said you could wear it if you sucked me off” Sean reminded. “You have to make good on your end of the deal…”

Anne returned to the bed and climbed in beside him, giggling when he took the jersey from her and placed it beside the bed. She kissed him deeply, her little hand sliding down his chest and abdomen, taking hold of his cock and squeezing him gently.

“Please” Sean cried, his hands on her shoulders, “Please, love…”

She didn’t need for him to beg: Anne shifted down his body and nuzzled his cock with her face, loving the heat that his manhood gave off. She licked him as he gasped, her fingers scratching their way across his thighs.

“Mmm, yes” Sean breathed, “That’s my girl… Take me in your mouth now”

Anne obeyed him, slowly opening her lips and sucking him down, his taste wonderfully salty.

“You’re so good love” Sean whined, grimacing with pleasure when she started a rhythm of suction, her tongue playing with the veins on his shaft. “Oh, fuck…”

His compliment made her swell with pride, and she closed her eyes as she concentrated on taking all of him at once: his size made it a difficult proposition, but she wasn’t going to give up.

“Love” Sean muttered, “Shite, love…” Leaning up on his elbows, he looked down at her… what he saw almost made him explode at that second: somehow, Anne had managed to swallow all of him, her little nose pressing into the dark blond curls on his belly. He had been with other women, older, more experienced women, but they had never done that for him. Sean couldn’t help himself, and lying down once more, he reached forward with his hands and caught her face. Moving his thumbs over her cheeks, he could feel her suction, the way that she loved him with her mouth. “Fuck, Anne” Sean whined, finding it difficult to breathe, “You know just how to suck the come right out of me…”

Anne moaned and began to bob her head up and down once more, eager to taste him.

“I’m so close, love” he grunted, wincing, “I’m going to come in your hot little mouth… Mmm, bloody fucking hell…”

She felt him spasm against her tongue, his fluid bursting forth as she swallowed. Sean’s fingers curled into her hair so that it almost hurt… yet it was so good…

Bright colors flashed behind his eyelids and he forgot to breathe for a while. Anne continued to suck him, slowing down as his spasms abated, switching to licking his shaft clean.

“Anne” Sean called: once she had stretched out next to him, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, cupping her face in his hands. “Thank you, darling… that was a wonderful way to start the day”

Anne lied with him for a few minutes more, until Sean said that he was going to take a shower. “I’ll make you breakfast” she breathed, getting up. She was half way to the bedroom door when he called out to her and she turned back. “Yes?”

Sean held up the jersey and smirked. “Don’t you want it, darling? You earned it”

Anne returned to him with a giggle and slipped it on: it covered her to the middle of her thighs. “Go take your shower: breakfast will be ready in a jiff”

Sean watched her leave the room, raising his hands over his head and stretching. He felt better than he had in a long time… There was something incredibly special about the girl, no doubt about it. The more time that he spent with her, the more he never wanted to be parted from her.

You’re in love, he reminded himself, you’re in love and you feel brand new…

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Anne hadn’t been kidding about a big breakfast: Sean’s eyes popped out of his head when he entered the kitchen, wearing a blue terry-cloth robe, and saw the food on the table. There was French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage… and coffee was brewing on the counter.

“Fucking hell, woman” Sean chuckled, commenting as he entered the kitchen, “You’re not feeding an army…”

“I wasn’t sure what you like” Anne replied, giggling while she worked at the stove.

Sean came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck and hearing her sigh. As he peered over her shoulder, he saw that she was making more eggs.

“Sunny side up or over easy?” she inquired.

“Sunny side up” he answered, gently popping her on the behind and then pouring himself some coffee. “Ack” Sean cried, having swallowed a mouthful of the hot beverage, “Jee-sus, you Yanks make this stuff so fucking strong…”

“Sorry” Anne replied, looking at him. “I can make you a latte if you want…”

“Nah, I need the caffeine… I haven’t enjoyed so much rogering in a long time…” Sean took a seat at the kitchen table and rubbed his hands over his face.

Anne had finished cooking the eggs and she put them onto a plate and brought them to the table. “Let’s see, do I have everything?”

“You’ve done more than enough, love… sit down and eat…”

She nibbled on her index finger and thought as she surveyed the food.

Her sweet lips caressed her fingertip, and Sean knew first hand that there was a hot, talented tongue behind it...oh, god… “Do NOT do that” Sean warned. “I need to eat before we go at it again…”

Anne laughed, leaning down and wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips kissing his cheek. “Sorry… Ooh! Syrup!”

Sean watched her quickly pad back to the pantry and search for syrup while he rested his chin in his hand. She looked good in his jersey, damn good… too bad that they needed to eat…

Sean started as his doorbell rang: Anne was still searching, pushed up onto her tiptoes as she looked at the top shelf.

“There it is… can’t reach it…”

He rose from the table and got it down for her, hearing the doorbell sound once more.

“All right” Sean sighed, turning his head to the right until it cracked. “Hold on, love, and I’ll get rid of this tosser…”

Anne went back to the table and sat down, watching as her lover went to his door and peeked through the portal.

“Bloody hell!” Sean growled. “Fucking Viggo…” He heard Anne eep in the kitchen, followed by the sound of her running to the bedroom.

I hope she just wants her pants, Sean thought, because if Viggo upset her, I’ll fucking kill him…

“Sean, I know you’re in there, I hear you swearing” Viggo intoned from the other side of the door.

Against his better judgment, Sean opened the portal, the bright morning sunlight hitting his eyes. “What do you want, Viggo?”

“Good morning to you, too” Viggo responded. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, along with a pair of sunglasses. “It’s after ten, I thought that maybe you would like to go get some breakfast…” Leaning around his friend, Viggo saw that Sean’s table was covered in food. “Ah, you already have some… Mind if I come in?”

Sean was of the opinion that Viggo was really enjoying watching him squirm, but he growled yes anyway and allowed his friend to move past him.

Viggo poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head. “Did you suddenly become Martha Stewart, or did you have help with this feast?”

“Martha who?”

Viggo rolled his eyes. “Never mind… Where’s the cook?”

Sean wasn’t the least bit embarrassed despite the look that Viggo was giving him. “Anne, love” he called, “Come out here…”

They heard the bedroom door open and the soft sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen. Anne appeared in the doorway, her pants on under Sean’s jersey, her little feet bare as she gave them both a shy grin.

Viggo smiled warmly. “You can come in here, Anne, I won’t bite you…”

Anne didn’t move at first: not until she heard Sean speak.

“Love, could you get another plate? He’s staying to eat, if you don’t mind…”

“Not at all” Anne whispered, going to the cabinet and finding a plate and silverware for their guest. She supposed that it was stupid for her to feel star struck around Viggo: after all, Sean was just as well known and she had slept with him… Anne carried the plate and silverware back to the table. Setting the items before Viggo, she sat down at Sean’s side and managed another little smile.

“This looks delicious: thank you for feeding me” Viggo told her. “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Sean?”

Sean threw his friend a dirty look. “Viggo, this is Anne… Anne, this is my tosser of a friend, Viggo”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “He’s not that bad, Sean… besides, I made enough food for all of us”

“Thank you, Anne” Viggo replied, grinning.

“Keep it up, and I’m going to fuck you up after we eat” Sean threatened his friend, filling his plate with the food that was before them.

“Does anyone need anything?” Anne inquired, trying to be a good hostess.

“You don’t have Tabasco, do you?” Viggo asked. “I got used to it in America…”

“I think I saw it in the pantry…” she answered, starting to get up.

“Sit” Sean ordered, grabbing her hand. “Viggo can find it on his own…”

Viggo chuckled as he got up and found the bottle of hot sauce inside the pantry, on the top shelf. “Honestly, Sean, you’re never in a good mood when you get up” he intoned, returning to the table.

“Don’t start” Sean warned.

“So…” Viggo interjected, trying to switch the subject, “Have any plans for today?”

Oh, yes, Sean was sure that Viggo was enjoying this: Viggo always thought it was fun to tease his mates, and this was an opportunity that was too good to lose.

Anne ate a slice of her French toast and turned to Sean, their eyes catching and an instant understanding being exchanged between them regarding their plans.

“Just relaxing” Sean stated firmly.

Viggo opened the bottle of sauce and added it to his breakfast, digging into his food. “Orli and I were thinking of going to that barbecue that Sean is throwing…”

It took Anne a moment to realize that Viggo meant Sean Astin: it figured that one of her fellow Americans would have such an event.

“Wow… these eggs are really good, Anne” Viggo breathed, smiling. “It won’t be until the evening… I tried to tell Sean that it would be cold, but you know how he is, he wants to fire up his grill…”

“Whole cast going to be there?” Sean inquired, eating his own eggs. Viggo was right, they were very good.

Viggo shrugged and sipped from his coffee. “Orli’s going, and I think the rest of the hobbits, some of the elves… we may even be blessed by Ian…”

Sean cocked his head. “I’ll consider it…”

“Oh, come on, I bet that Anne would like to go” Viggo pressed. “You could show her off…” Viggo emphasized the last words: after all, he knew full well that Sean had to be quite hooked on her or he wouldn’t have let her wear one of his football jerseys.

“Would you like to go, Anne?” Sean queried.

“Sure” she replied, nibbling on a piece of bacon, “So long as you want to go…”

Sean snorted. “You have no idea how many barbecues we’ve been to at Sean’s…”

“Millions” Viggo agreed, covering his French toast in syrup. “But the food is good and the company as well, so long as Mr. Bean here isn’t in a snit…”

“I’m not the one who has snits… Sean has them, usually when he isn’t getting laid…”

Anne stared at Sean. “Do I want to know?”

Viggo couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s a long story that might offend your delicate ears”

Rolling her eyes, Anne ate more of her eggs. “I’m not that innocent”

“I’ll let Sean tell you later: I don’t want to say the wrong thing and wind up with a black eye”

“Good plan” Sean added.

Anne giggled at the two of them, smiling when Sean placed his left hand on her knee under the table. The three of them chatted away about the set as they finished eating, and by the time that they were done, Anne felt much more comfortable around Viggo.

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Sean had sat down on his couch after breakfast was eaten and Viggo had left, kicking his legs up onto the cushions. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, he flipped on the television and perused the channels.

Anne came into the living room and paused by the couch, removing her pants and sighing. “Sorry about disappearing for my pants” she apologized.

“Don’t worry about it” he answered, finding a reasonably good football game on the telly. Sean pulled his legs toward his body, bending them at the knee, so that Anne could sit on the couch.

She folded her legs beneath herself and sat down on the end, noticing that Sean was enraptured by the game. The side of his left calf was closest to her: she noticed that there was a fairly long scar there and reaching out, she ran her fingertip over it. “This looks nasty… were you bit by something?”

“Hm?” Sean asked, turning his attention from the game to the woman touching him. “No, that’s a scar from when I was a kid… My own stupidity caused it. I was making paper cutouts with my cousin, and he had the scissors: when I asked him for them, he wouldn’t hand them over, so I started chasing him. I managed to go through a plate glass window on my Aunt’s front door, and a huge shard of glass got in my leg. I bled all over everywhere… I got a good lecture from my dad on the way to the hospital…”

“Ouch” Anne sympathized, tracing the injured flesh.

Sean just stared at her, mesmerized by her tender touch: she could be incredibly gentle or incredibly rough, depending on the situation. Sean shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Cheeky” he mused, leaning forward and grabbing her around the waist. Sean pulled her into his arms, positioning her between his legs with her back pressed to his chest.

“I wasn’t trying to be cheeky” Anne defended.

“Mm-hm” Sean teased, kissing the back of her neck. “You don’t think I’m going to believe that, do you?”

Anne giggled and placed her hands over his. “I wanted to be held… is that what you want to hear?”

“That’s much better” he answered, brushing his lips and beard over the nape of her neck. “I like honesty”

Leaning her head back on his shoulder, Anne sighed and stretched against him. “I suppose that you hate me for interrupting you while you were watching a match…”

“Not really… I don’t care much for the teams, but I care about you”

“Are you going to tell me about Astin’s snits?”

Sean chuckled and nibbled on her ear until she squealed in laughter. “Well, we call them snits, but mostly he just laments on the fact that he hasn’t gotten any recently, what with the wife back home: then he has a few beers and starts telling us what they do together… it gets annoying, especially when you don’t have a woman of your own”

“Yeah, but you have a woman now”

“I certainly do” Sean replied, sliding his hands under the jersey, his calloused flesh massaging her stomach.

Anewedewed in the back of her throat, her hips bucking up a bit from the couch as he cupped her breasts in his hands.

Sean couldn’t resist pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, hearing her little cries of pleasure. “I have a beautiful, hot little woman” he stated huskily, his lips by her ear.

“Sean” Anne whined, turning her head towards him: their mouths met in a deep kiss, her bottom pushing back against his cock. She laughed throatily to feel that he was hard once more.

“Fuck, you make me randy” he groaned, massaging her breasts with his hands. “I’ve never wanted anyone so much…”

His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. “I want you” Anne whispered urgently, closing her eyes as his beard scratched over her cheek.

Sean growled happily. “On your knees, love”

Anne obeyed him without a second thought, getting onto her hands and knees on the cushions of the couch, lifting her backside for him. Sean moved in behind her, shedding his robe and pushing the jersey that she wore upward so that he could place kisses on her spine.

“Sean” Anne cried, closing her eyes in bliss.

“Mm, darling” he answered, reaching down with his right hand and caressing her mound from behind her. “You’re wet for me…”

Anne pushed back against his hand, moaning when he gently slid a finger inside of her. When he pushed another one in to join the first, he felt her stiffen a bit: ther dar darling was still sore from their first encounter. He withdrew his fingers…

“I’m okay” Anne stated frantically, afraid that he would stop.

“Shh, love… Let me take care of you…”

Anne wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but moments later, she felt his beard tickling her inner thighs, and looking down under her body, she saw the top of his head. Anne felt her heart fill with even more love for him: he was so considerate, so very loving…

She wanted to tell him that, but when she tried to speak, all that came out was a low moan as his tongue ran through her folds. Sean used the tip of his tongue on her center and gently pushed it from side to side. Grasping her backside in his hands, he pulled her sex down to his mouth and feasted upon her.

“Sean” Anne whined, digging her fingers into the arm of the couch. His tongue was inside of her now, caressing her walls hungrily. She threw her head back and cried out: looking over her shoulder, she saw his cock straining behind her. His erection bobbed a bit, as if calling for her, and she found herself reaching for it.

“No, love” Sean denied sliding one hand up to the middle of her back and pushing her forward once more. “You had your fun this morning, now I want to have mine”

Anne sighed unhappily.

“Come on, now” Sean whispered from between her legs, enjoying chastising her in such a manner, “Aren’t I being good to you, little one?”

She smiled: now who was being cheeky? She could feel his grin against her mound, and she simply couldn’t deny him. “You’re being wonderful to me” Anne replied breathily.

“That’s a girl… let me have my fun and I promise to fuck you with it, love”

“When you put it that way” she teased back.

Sean chuckled as he set his lips to her again, nibbling her nub and massaging her backside. Anne was incredibly wet by this time, but Sean was far from being finished. He licked and suckled until she was quivering under his ministrations…

“Sean!” Anne cried in warning, her body beginning to pitch.

“Come on my tongue” he whispered urgently. “I’ve got you, love”

Her scream was so loud that he thought that the entire island could hear her pleasure, and the idea turned him on. He dug his fingers into her backside to keep her from falling off of the couch. Sean drank down her juices and rode through the spasms with her until she quieted and stilled against his tongue.

“Mm, talk about delicious” he intoned, sliding out from under her.

Anne slowly turned into his arms, smiling at him as she kissed him: she knotted her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and held him close. She released him enough so that she could lick his mouth and chin, tasting herself there.

“See how good you taste?” he queried, nuzzling her mouth with his own.

“Mm, yes” Anne admitted, kissing him again.

When she relinquished his mouth, she pivoted once more, so that her back was against his chest as it had been in the beginning.

“Do you want me from behind?” Sean asked, holding her to him with his arm around her waist.

“God, yes”

“Show me, love”

Anne leaned forward again, grasping the hem of the jersey that she wore and moving to pull it over her head.

“No” Sean commanded. “Leave it on”

She smiled over her shoulder at him and raised her backside: Sean grasped her flesh and squeezed, his heart hammering in his chest. He positioned himself between her legs and leaned down to kiss her back as his cock entered her. Sean groaned against her spine, loving the hot tightness that grasped him.

“You feel so good” he stated, closing his eyes in bliss. “Am I hurting you?”

“No” Anne replied, shaking her head. “Oh, god, Sean, please… I want to feel you get off in me…”

“Do you, love?” Sean inquired, slowly thrusting in and out of her. He needed to hear her words: god, they were just as hot as her little body. “Tell me…”

She grimaced in pleasure: Sean knew how to excite her, how to get her to play his game, and she always gave him what he wanted. “I want you to give it to me harder and harder, until you can’t hold back any more and you explode in me, filling me with your come…”

“Mm, love, yes” he agreed, stroking his right hand down her back. “I’ll give you my cock until your sweet little body gets me off… we’ll come together, hard and fast like we always do…”

Anne nodded her head yes and then howled as he began to thrust his hips faster and harder, so that their pelvic bones jarred one another. “Sean!” Anne cried, holding onto the couch’s armrest for dear life, her body giving him everything that he wanted.

“You’re so fucking tight” he growled, holding her hips as he moved. “So tight…”

“Sean… oh, god…”

“Fuck… tell me you’re going to crack one off, love, because I can’t hold on much longer…”

Reaching back, Anne grasped his thigh, her nails digging into his flesh. “Sean, I’m going to come…”

“Oh, yes” Sean hissed, “I’m going to come with you, love”

Anne’s body seized up in a hard spasm and she screamed once more: the second that her orgasm started, she felt Sean’s cock throb and his warm, sticky fluid was sent into her. Sean thrusted raggedly a few more times and grunted as their spasms matched.

His chest was pressed to her back, both of them gasping for breath as he kissed the back of her neck. “Love… So good”

Anne stopped him from pulling out of her. “Stay inside of me…please…”

“I’m not going anywhere” Sean answered, smiling. “We’re going to have to shift, however, or your body will go numb” He gently pulled both of them backward, hearing her cry of loss when he slipped out of her. “You’re all right, love”

“I know” Anne replied, pivoting to face him. As Sean lied down on the couch, he pulled her on top of him and guided her face to his chest. “I just like the way that you feel inside of me”

Sean felt her shift her hips, and then, oh god, she had mounted him once more, forcing an aftershock of pleasure to shoot through both of them. He groaned and grasped her shoulders to still her.

“Sorry” she apologized. “That just feels so much better to me”

His eyes had been closed, but Sean opened one and peered at her, trying not to laugh.

“Am I being weird?” Anne nervously asked, looking at him.

“I can more than handle your being daft about it” he replied, grinning. “Just give a bloke a bit more warning when you do that… I’m sensitive as fuck at the moment”

“Aw” Anne teased, kissing his chin. “I certainly am sorry about that”

“Belt up” Sean answered, capturing her mouth in a kiss. “I’ve never been with such a cheeky woman”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Sean shook his head, brushing his lips over hers. “It’s quite endearing, actually… I hope that you don’t mind, love, but I need a nap…”

“Not at all”

Sean sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as he drifted off to sleep.

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TBC