action;

[Costigan gave a nod. He shifted to rest a knee on either side of her on the small couch, withdrawing his hands as he sat up. Immediately he began tugging at his shirt, sliding it over his chest and head and then discarding it to the floor. The action revealed both the medallion he wore and his tattoos.

Then he was on top of her again, grinding against her, reveling the beauty she seemed so adamantly in denial of. One hand fell to her waist while the opposite arm curled around the back of her head, the elbow serving to help stabilize him while his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck to pull her into him.]