At her assurance, he slips in to the second knuckle, but he's wary of her tension and breath. Again, there's no stroking, just a slow flexing, seeing if it's any better or worse. His hand stills and brow lifts.

"You not want?" He does, but he figures waiting now might be better for the long game. He can wait.

"Not have to."

Sweeney does his best to make her believe it. He even pulls back out, so she's not obligated to choose with him inside her. He leaves his hand rested over, cupping her with warmth so she doesn't have to equivocate a no with abandonment.