Sweeney is just about to point out that he'd call Vasquez darling if he was still in his usual body, too, that he doesn't discriminate when it comes to shit like that, but then he's being kissed and there's not a damn thing he wants to do about that but sit back and enjoy it.
There's truly nothing like a woman. And Vasquez isn't a woman, he knows that, but the body he's currently inhabiting certainly feels like one and Sweeney's free hand falls to the slim curve of his waist.
It ends too soon, but at least it's replaced by whiskey, which Sweeney happily takes, tipping his head back to take a long swallow. It burns down into his belly, joining the faint ache of pain that's still settled there and then he smirks and holds it back in Vasquez's direction.
"Called you darlin' before and you didn't seem to give a fuck," he points out, though he can't honestly remember if that's true or not. "You get that shit whether you've got a cunt or a cock."
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Date: 2017-11-25 03:30 pm (UTC)There's truly nothing like a woman. And Vasquez isn't a woman, he knows that, but the body he's currently inhabiting certainly feels like one and Sweeney's free hand falls to the slim curve of his waist.
It ends too soon, but at least it's replaced by whiskey, which Sweeney happily takes, tipping his head back to take a long swallow. It burns down into his belly, joining the faint ache of pain that's still settled there and then he smirks and holds it back in Vasquez's direction.
"Called you darlin' before and you didn't seem to give a fuck," he points out, though he can't honestly remember if that's true or not. "You get that shit whether you've got a cunt or a cock."